Chapter 557: The Flying General of Dragon City

"General, leave tonight to me." Mo Yu turned toward Chang Wei, his eyes revealing a plea.

Although he came from a family of generals, he had never looked down upon generals like Chang Wei who had followed Yan Wang from the very beginning.

He knew that while they might not have his own family background, they were in no way inferior to him on the battlefield.

Sometimes he even worried that because he was the son of Mo Di, these generals would look down on him.

Thinking he was merely a decorative pillow.

Therefore, after becoming Chang Wei's Vice General, he had always been cautious, as if walking on thin ice.

He desperately wanted to find an opportunity to prove himself.

Chang Wei watched Mo Yu for a moment; at this critical juncture, he would not let personal feelings interfere with duty.

But he knew that there was indeed no general more skilled at defending Yanguan than Mo Yu.

So he said, "There are no jokes in the army, and war is even less of a child's game. If a mistake is made, neither I nor you can bear the responsibility."

"General, rest assured. Unless the Northern Di soldiers step over my dead body, they will not cross the walls of Yanguan City," Mo Yu said sternly.

"Since that is the case, I will go back and sleep in peace." Chang Wei nodded slightly.

He naturally could not sleep; his words were merely to motivate Mo Yu.

After several hours of fierce fighting, the sun had passed its zenith and was about to set, casting a reddish glow upon everyone.

Another hour passed.

The blood-red setting sun fell into the western sky, and the night color stained all things like thick ink.

Yet Yanguan did not light the fire basins on the city walls as it usually did.

Northern Di encampment.

Gurtu looked toward the pitch-black ramparts of Yanguan City, lost in thought.

"On ordinary nights, the fire basins on the Yanguan city walls are lit. They are not lit tonight; I fear there is a trap. Could it be they guessed we would launch a night raid?" Gurtu looked toward Korqin.

"That is possible.

However, as the saying goes, there are only thieves who steal for a thousand days, not guards who watch for a thousand days. We can simply change the time of the night raid." Korqin stroked his goatee.

After the two finished speaking, they turned and returned to the camp to rest.

Less than half an hour later, a soldier suddenly came to report that the fire basins on the Yanguan city walls had suddenly lit up one by one.

Gurtu said, "So they were just a bit late in lighting them."

Immediately, he issued a military order for the soldiers to regroup, preparing to launch an attack on Yanguan at midnight.

"Order all soldiers to take off their shoes; they must advance barefoot."

"When within two hundred meters of Yanguan, everyone must tread lightly."

"..."

Gurtu passed down one order after another.

If this night raid could succeed, the Battle of Yanguan would be over.

Having received Gurtu's orders, the siege generals turned and left.

Before long, the siege soldiers took off their shoes one after another.

Besides this, in order to catch the opponent off guard.

The siege soldiers did not even use large siege equipment, only carrying the Scaling Ladders to avoid making noise.

By midnight, the siege army began to move slowly toward Yanguan, silent and soundless.

At the same time, the night also concealed their bodies.

At a distance of two hundred meters from Yanguan, they slowed their pace according to orders.

At this moment, through the firelight of the city walls, they could even see the faces of the patrolling Yanguan soldiers.

"You Great Song pigs, go to your deaths." A Northern Di Thousand-Man Commander thought to himself.

During the day, they had been unable to fight back at all under the attacks of the Yanguan soldiers.

The soldiers of the first charge had been almost entirely wiped out.

And many of these dead soldiers were their own tribesmen.

For every tribesman who died, his hatred for the Yanguan soldiers grew by one part.

These Great Song pigs only deserved to be slaughtered by them; if they dared to resist, they would have to pay a price in blood.

While he had killed the Yanguan soldiers countless times in his own mind.

They were getting closer and closer to Yanguan.

One hundred and fifty meters.

One hundred meters.

At this distance, the Archers could already kill the soldiers patrolling the city walls.

Many Archers drew their Curved Bows and nocked their Arrows, aiming at the Yanguan soldiers, waiting only for the soldiers in front to lean the Scaling Ladders against the city wall.

But just at this moment, the Northern Di soldier walking in the lead suddenly felt himself touch a string the moment he lifted his foot.

Instantly, the clanging of a Bell resounded through the night.

Hearing this sound, all the Northern Di soldiers froze as if solidified.

They could neither move nor stay still.

A Thousand-Man Commander was the first to react.

They had already reached the Yanguan city wall; how could they retreat?

"Anda!" he shouted, but his final syllable had not yet ended.

Suddenly he felt a streak of light fly over his head.

Countless flaming Arrows pierced the sky, falling among them like snowflakes, fluttering down.

Some Flame Arrows struck the soldiers, and their clothes were ignited instantly.

The Flame illuminated the soldiers around him.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

"Bang, bang, bang..."

"Thump, thump, thump..."

The Artillery fired Grape Shot, the Mortars lobbed Shrapnel Shells and Lime Bombs, and the Rifled Muskets poured out Bullets.

These three types of firearms fired almost simultaneously, instantly covering the exposed Northern Di soldiers.

The powerful firepower caused heavy casualties among the Northern Di soldiers, and their miserable screams rang through the sky.

"It's a trap, retreat..." a Northern Di general shouted.

But his words stopped abruptly before he could finish, as a stray Bullet struck his chest.

"Anda!"

There were also Northern Di generals unwilling to let their previous efforts go to waste.

Leading the soldiers under their command, they carried Scaling Ladders and began to climb up.

But they felt a sharp pain in their backs before they had climbed a few steps, and they fell from the Scaling Ladders.

As it turned out, there were also soldiers on the protruding wall sections of the Lengbao.

These Northern Di soldiers climbing the city wall were right under their noses.

"Fire!"

Just as the soldiers on both sides were locked in a fierce battle, Mo Yu stood in front of dozens of Firearms.

After the Artillery appeared, these Firearms had been put into storage.

In the late evening, Mo Yu had brought them out again.

Although these Firearms did not have much power, they were not entirely useless.

His father had taught him how to use Firearms to defend against night raids.

Now, the muzzles of these Firearms were stuffed with Stone Bullets wrapped in linen, and the linen was soaked in Fire Oil.

The firelight flared, the Firearms launched these Stone Bullets, and the moment the Flame burned, it also ignited the linen outside the Stone Bullets.

Because the speed was not very fast, the Stone Bullets burned in the air, illuminating an area.

After falling, they were like small torches, illuminating an area.

The dots of firelight illuminated the earth like stars, leaving the enemy with nowhere to hide.

"Boom, boom, boom...", "Bang, bang, bang..." the sound of Artillery on Yanguan was incessant.

The Rifled Muskets flashed with Flame continuously in the darkness.

Half an hour later, Mo Yu suddenly ordered a cease-fire.

At this moment, the places illuminated by the firelight were covered with the corpses of Northern Di soldiers.

"After this night raid, the Northern Di should understand that apart from a frontal assault, any scheme is of no avail," Mo Yu said calmly.

At this moment, he was slightly excited; perhaps this was the pride his father felt every time he repelled the enemy.

"If only the Flying General of Longcheng were here, he would not let the nomadic horses cross the Yin Mountain!"

This line of poetry suddenly echoed in Mo Yu's mind.

Yan Wang often kept this poem on his lips, but he never explained what place Longcheng was or who the Flying General was.

Yet they were very clear about the heroic ambition in this poem.

Just as he was now.