Chapter 459: Kill the little devils, raid their old nest

Xijiang's greatly favored sorcerers, the people of Da Ning have always called Xijiang a devil's nation, and also called its people little devils.

Kill the little devils, raid their old nest.

I'll just see who looks down on Da Ning's western gate, who looks down on our Jiang family army.

Just moments ago the crowd was low in spirits, but now each and every one of them rose with high morale, waving their strong arms; even though they hadn't slept for several days, they still felt full of energy.

Good, let me explain again the purpose of preparing water.

"Now the weather is cold, water freezes on contact; water is the best way to reinforce." As soon as Jiang Yun Chu finished speaking, a vice general's eyes lit up.

"Exactly! Splashing water downward will instantly form ice; ice can strengthen the walls, and before spring arrives our walls will be extremely strong."

Once that vice general explained, everyone understood.

"Princess Consort, General, I'll withdraw a step first."

"Farewell."

"They left."

In that moment, the people who had just gathered in the room withdrew one by one, and the room instantly emptied.

Jiang Fengsheng looked at her, "Come over, are you coming to ask about those few kids?"

Jiang Yun Chu nodded; those little rascals have caused quite a bit of trouble these days.

However, accurate news also arrived that Kang Wen and Han Wen were injured one after another.

Only Ning Hanmo's unit had no news at all.

The Southern Barbarians suffered heavy losses; when they arrived at the battlefield they numbered less than ten thousand, having fallen for the Wang Fu army's scheme, but then they also fell victim to traps and poison attacks—though they were originally skilled with poison, they still suffered heavy casualties.

And that small unit also earned fame in a single battle.

With just a hundred men, they managed to kill over three thousand Southern Barbarians.

"I'm not at ease." Jiang Yun Chu looked at the second aunt; especially after hearing that they were injured, she felt even more uneasy.

Jiang Fengsheng shook his head, "They said before, guerrilla warfare focuses on taking the enemy by surprise; I have no news from them."

"Every time they sent information, it was them who took the initiative to deliver it; my people can't contact them." Jiang Fengsheng gave a bitter smile.

Being able to delay combat, those three scouting units played a crucial role.

Not long ago, Kang Wu led his unit, burning the Southern Barbarians' camp; they were already few in number and insignificant, and this added frost to the snow.

Not only were they suppressed by Xijiang, they were also mocked by the Northern Barbarians for a long time.

The unit's commander had already died; now it's the vice general leading them, and they can't even lift their heads, being crushed by the other two nations.

"Hot water? Run!" That day another siege occurred, yet water was poured down from the city wall.

Everyone shouted in unison and hastily withdrew backward.

"Not right, cold water?" A person who had just been doused gave a violent shiver.

Xi Lang and Bei Ming looked at the situation, "Cold water? Has Da Ning kicked its brain loose? Why pour cold water?" Several vice generals burst out laughing behind them.

But the war continued; groups of people began climbing the ladders up the wall, a basin of cold water was poured directly down— that person initially mocked Da Ning, shouting curses, but as he climbed higher things felt off, his hands stiffened, his body stiffened, his soaked clothing in this freezing winter quickly turned to ice, and his hands and feet froze in place.

Couldn't climb anymore……

"Climb, what are you doing? Having babies?" shouted from behind; he could hear it but couldn't respond, because his mouth was also frozen, his whole body slowly becoming like it was wrapped in ice.

"If you're not climbing, move aside." The person behind frowned, shoved hard at the person above, but that person just fell straight down, his body dropping from height, hitting the ground and shattering to pieces……

The flesh and blood weren't blurred; they were even clearly distinct.

"Northern Barbarian, what do you mean?" The person behind was someone from Xijiang.

The person who just fell was also from Xijiang.

In that moment, a bout of fighting broke out on the assault ladders; the allied forces had their advantages, but also corresponding disadvantages.

Trust collapses easily.

"I understand." Xi Lang looked at the city wall as if coated with a layer of ice, let out a soft sigh, "Da Ning has produced another peerless general!"

Jiang Fengsheng, previously an unknown woman, now various strategies keep emerging; this city has been able to hold out until now all because of this commander.

They had no doubt whatsoever—whether it was strategy or not, it was because Old General Jiang would never use such schemes.

"Ice city..." Bei Ming, originally an old general, after all these years of sparring with Jiang Wen Fu, how could he be a fool?

The two exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with astonishment.

"It's no good to attack the city."

Xi Lang sighed; he had thought victory was certain, even expecting to take the city within a month, the three great allied armies would surely breach it, but it's already been over three months, and Da Ning has come up with another ice‑city stratagem, making their siege even harder.

Over these past few months, their personnel have suffered severe losses, the front lines have stretched, and grain and fodder have become even harder to obtain.

"Report!"

"Misfortunes never come singly; there's some truth to that."

A group from Xijiang, their bodies covered in wounds, faces smeared with blood, the unit trembled weakly.

"Speak." Xi Lang already had a bad feeling.

"The grain and fodder we were escorting was robbed."

"Grain and fodder…… robbed?"

"General, I didn't catch that; say it again?" Xi Lang laughed at himself, looking at that group, his smile gentle.

"Reporting, General, while transporting the grain and fodder we encountered a band of black‑clothed raiders; of the three thousand we were escorting, more than half were poisoned, and afterwards the wounded were wounded, the dead were dead." That person trembled but managed to finish speaking.

"Since the grain and fodder are gone……"

Xi Lang stood up, drew his long sword, and directly ended that person's life.

"What do you want from you guys?"

Grain and fodder—these days the Xijiang army has already begun to control food supplies, but leading troops into battle, how can you fight without filling your stomachs?

"Lead the unit, attack back—I'd like to see who dares to rob my grain and fodder." Xi Lang's eyes narrowed, his whole body exuding killing intent.

If the grain and fodder aren't recovered, they only have two options: first, retreat to Xijiang; second, storm the city and loot.

Whether it's the first or the second, he can't do either now!

Ning Hanmo, I'm afraid Xi Lang has already discovered this; how should we handle this batch of grain and fodder?

At this moment, Kang Wu, Ning Hanmo, and Kang Nai Xin—three units—have gathered together, with nine hundred people behind them.

"How are the injuries?" Ning Hanmo looked at Han Wen Jun and Kang Wen.

"I won't die." Kang Wen gave a hehe laugh, with a cloth strip still tied around his arm.

"Boss, I'm fine, rest easy with the arrangements." Han Wen Jun patted his own chest.