Chapter 373: Artillery Fire in Jin City

"Kill!"

Black Iron Royal Tent.

A row of Servant Soldiers knelt on the grass, and behind them stood executioners holding massive axes.

Enke stood before the royal tent and issued a cold command.

The executioners raised their giant axes at this moment.

Under the scorching sun, the metallic luster flashing from the giant axes made the spines of the watching soldiers turn cold.

With a soft "Crack!" sound, the heads of three hundred Servant Soldiers fell onto the green pasture like rolling gourds.

Fresh blood flowed, staining the ground a deep red.

"This is the fate of deserters; there are no exceptions in the Black Iron Royal Tent." Enke's voice traveled with the wind into the ears of every soldier. "Even my father, Kutu, died on the walls of Yanguan City for the glory of the Royal Tent. I will not allow anyone to defile our Royal Tent again."

"They deserved to die! Long live the Great King!" At this moment, a Langlu stepped forward a few paces and raised the Curved Blade in his hand.

"Long live the Great King, long live the Great King..."

Led by the Langlu, the soldiers let out intense shouts.

Enke revealed a satisfied expression.

Immediately, he ordered the soldiers to disperse and beckoned for the ten Langlu under his tent to enter his royal tent.

"This time, the Khan has entrusted the heavy responsibility of harassing Yan Commandery to our Black Iron Royal Tent. This is a great trust placed in our Black Iron Royal Tent, and I do not want any of you to bring shame upon the Royal Tent." Enke opened his tiger eyes wide, his gaze sweeping over the ten Langlu one by one.

Although the Northern Di retreated from the Battle of Yanguan.

But his father, Tamu, and Charha personally climbed the city walls and died on the battlefield, which won back the respect of the other Royal Tents for the Black Iron Royal Tent.

It redeemed the glory they had lost.

For this reason, Khan Mule Hongzhen allowed him to select thirty thousand able-bodied men from Da Song in Ning City to replenish the Servant Soldiers of the Black Iron Royal Tent.

Now, the troop strength of the Black Iron Royal Tent has returned to one hundred thousand.

It is just that the only thing he cannot replenish is the more than twenty thousand Northern Di Iron Cavalry lost during the Autumn Hunt.

This is the greatest loss for the Black Iron Royal Tent.

At present, even if all Northern Di males over the age of fourteen in the Royal Tent are drafted into the army.

He only possesses thirty thousand cavalry.

"Great King, the five small cities built by Yan Wang outside Yanshan hinder our path into Yan Commandery and are a big problem. I believe it is necessary to launch a major offensive to destroy these small cities," one Langlu said.

Enke looked toward the person who spoke; this man was called Gemodan.

This was a Langlu he had personally promoted, and he trusted him deeply.

"That's right, without demolishing these small cities, our cavalry simply cannot enter Yan Commandery. It is said that after a year of recuperation, Yanzhou is now very wealthy, which is truly mouth-watering," another person said.

This person was named Saihan, also a confidant of Enke.

After taking charge of the Black Iron Royal Tent, he placed great importance on the bravery—or even ferocity—of the Langlu.

Currently, these Langlu suited his temperament very well.

"This time, the Khan did not give us specific orders, only telling us to use every means to attack Yanzhou and disrupt Yanzhou. This means we can use any method and deploy all forces to create trouble for Yan Wang," another Langlu spoke up.

Enke nodded slowly.

The order Tiemuta brought him was indeed like this.

After receiving the order, he dispatched a thousand-man unit to cross Yanshan and enter Yan Commandery, and also sent out a large number of scouts.

It was just that they all suffered losses in front of the small cities Yan Wang had built during this time.

The soldiers who escaped back said that Artillery had been installed on the small cities.

No matter from which direction they attacked, they would suffer shelling.

As far as he knew, Yanguan had also built these strange structures with many corners.

"We must figure out these strange small cities; otherwise, once the main army moves south, we will likely suffer losses at Yanguan again," Enke said.

He had already sent people to the Khan Court to report this matter.

At the same time, he was pondering in his heart how to uproot these five small cities.

Otherwise, he would be unable to complete the mission the Khan had given him.

One thousand people failed to attack one small city.

Then he would use five thousand, ten thousand.

As long as one of the cities was broken, his cavalry could drive straight in.

As for the Servant Soldiers, it did not matter how many died.

However, this time, he had to prepare carefully and must not fail again.

Jin City.

A thunderous explosion in the clear sky made almost everyone stop their work instantly and look toward the north of the city.

And at this moment, in the wilderness outside the northern suburbs of the city, Wulanba let out a hearty laugh.

"Artillery, hahaha, we Northern Di finally have our own Artillery. Da Song, Xiliang, you will all tremble under the iron cavalry of our Northern Di." Wulanba looked at the greenish Artillery before him, his face fanatical.

Ivan looked at Wulanba, the disgust on his face flashing by.

Although staying here did not make him happy for a single day.

But personally creating the Artillery finally gave him a little comfort in his heart.

At least he did not have to worry about his life anymore.

"It's just that such a piece of Artillery is too expensive." A Langlu beside Wulanba frowned deeply. "I have seen your Artillery from afar; they do not seem to be this color."

Wulanba gradually calmed down from his fanaticism; the Langlu's words reminded him, "It is indeed too expensive."

Ivan spread his hands, "Our country uses Wrought Iron Cannon, but the technical requirements are very complex. First, it requires molten iron, which has high requirements for smelting, and there are other delicate operations. A Missionary like me cannot master them. From what I have learned, you can only build Bronze Cannon; there is no other way."

Wulanba's brows were tightly locked; he could not understand half of what Ivan was saying.

"Flowing molten iron, does such a thing really exist in this world?" Wulanba looked at Ivan with suspicion.

Ivan spread his hands again; he felt alarmed by the barbarism of this place.

In his view, such foolish Grassland tribes would be no match for their Expeditionary Army, and sooner or later, they would become slaves to their Great Monarch.

"Now we can only collect copperware from all the royal tents to build Artillery, and even then, there is no telling how many we can produce," Lang Lu, who was by Wulanba's side, sighed again.

"There is nothing worth sighing about; once we have Artillery, we can crush Great Song, and by then, we will have as much copper as we want," Wulanba consoled himself.

The territory of Northern Di was inherently lacking in mineral resources.

Especially copper; there was none at all.

This copper had been plundered from the hands of the Great Song commoners after the occupation of Ningjin Dusi.

"Also, the interval between shots for this kind of Bronze Cannon must be longer, otherwise the barrel will burst," Ivan added, having remembered something.

Upon hearing this, Wulanba's expression grew even uglier.

It was so expensive, and the rate of fire could not even be fast.

Yet, despite these two drawbacks, he still gritted his teeth and accepted it.

In the wars against the Ross nation, he had suffered enough from the bitterness of Ross nation Artillery.

He did not want to experience it firsthand again.

Moreover, judging by the power of this cannon, it seemed to be no different from the Artillery of the Ross nation.

That was enough.

After all, having something is better than having nothing; as long as the war can be won, everything is worth it.