Chapter 382: It's Our Turn to Take the Field

The Peasant Army soldiers all around also clamored one after another.

"Exactly, Bai is so good to us; we will not turn our blades against Bai and become people who betray their trust."

"Anyway, we were managed by the Yuan Clan before and didn't live good lives; do you think he will give us a good life now if we surrender?"

"When the famine hit, we didn't see Yuan Canghai send us any grain, but now that he wants us to surrender, he's sending both grain and silver! We don't want this kind of dirty money!"

Zhang Yu said, "My ancestors were all farmers and were illiterate, but they always told me that one must know how to be grateful. We are staying for the sake of Bai, and everyone will absolutely not follow the Yuan Clan to attack our own benefactor."

After speaking, he patted Xiao Moting on the shoulder.

"You are the Prince of Zhenbei, your status is noble, you cannot easily die here! We are just commoners anyway, if we die, we die; born from the earth, we return to the earth. You take Bai and leave; leave this place to us. Even if we die, we will protect you and get you out."

Xiao Moting suppressed the gratitude in his heart.

He raised his right arm, pressed his fist against his chest, and performed a salute to Zhang Yu and the Peasant Army behind him.

This was a military salute of Beijiang, showing the highest respect to the other party!

In the courtyard outside the gate.

Yuan Zhi was mounted on his horse, holding a Telescope, looking toward the entrance where a chaotic battle was taking place not far away.

He said with dissatisfaction, "It's just a group of peasants; half an hour has passed, why haven't you taken it down yet?"

A subordinate hurriedly reported, "General, these peasants have all gone mad; one by one, they act as if they aren't afraid of death. Our men truly cannot break through."

"Not afraid of death?" Yuan Zhi sneered, "A bunch of mud-legged farmers, with no money and no grain, yet they dare to learn how to rebel! Pass down my order: let the archers move up and let these poor wretches know what real war is!"

"Yes!"

At the courtyard gate, the sounds of killing filled the sky.

Zhang Yu tore off his upper garment, baring his chest, and roared while raising his broadsword.

"Charge up and block the Yuan Family Army!"

The Peasant Army soldiers responded one after another.

Sharp blades cut through their bodies, but no one cried out in pain.

Iron Spears pierced through their chests, but no one felt fear.

The brothers beside them fell into pools of blood one after another, yet no one retreated a single step.

They had only one belief, which was to carve out a bloody path.

Suddenly, the Yuan Clan troops blocking the gate retreated like a receding tide.

Zhang Yu laughed loudly, "Can't beat us, so you're preparing to retreat? I knew the Yuan Family Army were a bunch of cowards..."

Just at this moment, someone suddenly interrupted with a scream.

"Leader Zhang, look at the opposite side!"

Zhang Yu, who was currently happy, looked up and could not help but be startled!

On the open ground opposite, the Yuan Clan troops had set up a "Bird Wing Formation," with the troops splitting left and right like the wings of a giant bird, surrounding the courtyard entrance in the middle.

In the front row of the Bird Wing Formation, hundreds of Yuan Clan archers drew their bows and nocked arrows, aiming their sharp arrowheads at the courtyard.

On the arrows, cloth strips soaked in oil were tied.

Zhang Yu's expression changed drastically, "Not good, they want to use fire to burn us to death!"

The Peasant Army behind him also fell into chaos.

When it came to hacking and killing, they were not afraid.

But if the enemy used fire attacks and launched Rocket after Rocket, no matter how brave they were, they would be burned to death.

Zhang Yu's eyes turned red, and he gritted his teeth and roared.

"All of you, go up and use your bodies to block the Rockets! Even if you die, you must protect the people in the courtyard!"

Yuan Zhi laughed loudly, his laughter full of arrogance.

"Zhang Yu, you refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit, then go ahead and be burned to death here along with Xiao Moting."

After speaking, he suddenly raised his hand.

"Release arrows, burn them to death!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Rocket after Rocket flew through the air like meteors, shooting into the courtyard from all directions.

"Block them!"

Zhang Yu roared, charging to the front, raising his Long Sword to hack fiercely into the air, cutting down several Rockets.

The Peasant Army behind him also followed, raising their blades and hacking wildly.

But the Rockets were as dense as a swarm of locusts and could not be blocked at all.

"Thump."

A Peasant Army soldier was struck in the chest by an arrow, his clothes ignited, and he fell into a pool of blood.

Following that, more and more Peasant Army soldiers were hit by Rockets and fell down.

The dense rain of Rockets fell like raindrops; just by hacking wildly in the air with blades, it was impossible to cut them all down.

The Rockets shot onto the roof and into the haystacks, igniting them immediately.

In less than the blink of an eye, fires broke out everywhere in the courtyard, and thick smoke began to rise.

"Quick, put out the fire!"

Qin Zhan, who was hacking at enemies by the wall, roared.

A soldier screamed in terror, "Deputy General Qin, Yannan is in a drought, there is no water source."

"If there is no water, use sand and soil!"

Several Northern Frontier Army soldiers immediately shoveled up the sand and soil on the ground and desperately threw it at the fire spots.

But because of this, there were even fewer people available to fight.

In less than half a cup of tea's time, thick smoke rose everywhere in the courtyard, and dozens of the Peasant Army had already been shot or burned to death.

Some of the Peasant Army swung their blades at the air while shouting, "Leader Zhang, they are going to burn us to death in this courtyard! Please give the order quickly and let everyone charge out."

Zhang Yu gripped his blade, his face stained with soot and blood, unable to give the order for a moment.

Charge out?

Did he not want to break out?

But the troops on the perimeter were simply too numerous; even if they risked their lives and charged forward recklessly, they could only manage to hold the gate and would never be able to break out.

"We can't get out, we simply can't get out..."

Zhang Yu's eyes were bloodshot, and he muttered incessantly.

He was nearly going mad!

The disparity in troop strength was too great, and the difference in equipment was even greater.

A flash of bewilderment crossed Zhang Yu's resolute eyes.

For the first time in his life, he felt despair.

"Could it be that we are really all going to die here?"

Watching the Peasant Army fall one after another as thick smoke billowed in the courtyard, Yuan Zhi laughed out loud.

"Cavalry unit, guard the perimeter well, don't let anyone run out! If any of the rebel party tries to break through, kill them all, regardless of age or gender—"

Bang!

Suddenly, a crisp gunshot rang out!

Before Yuan Zhi could finish his sentence, his body swayed violently, and he then fell heavily from his horse.

The generals beside him turned pale with shock, exclaiming in alarm as they rushed forward.

"General Yuan!"

The deafening gunshot also gave Zhang Yu a start.

The gunshot came from behind him; he turned around, looked up, and was stunned.

Bai Wei held a gun in both hands, the wisps of smoke from the muzzle not yet dissipated.

Xiao Moting stood beside her, with over a dozen large wooden crates placed next to them.

The wooden crates were lined up, their lids all open, and inside were crates filled with pitch-black, gleaming guns and rows of neatly arranged Bullet.

"Leader Zhang, you have worked hard," Xiao Moting said in a deep voice. "Have the brothers of the Peasant Army withdraw first; we will fight this battle."

"You?" Zhang Yu looked shocked. "Xiao Moting, have you lost your mind? There are only a few of you, and you want to take on over thirty thousand troops?"

In his haste, he actually addressed Xiao Moting by his full name.

It was simply madness!

The Northern Frontier Army had fewer than ten people left, yet they actually wanted to fight over thirty thousand of the Yuan Family Army!

How could the illustrious Prince of the Northern Garrison say such a thing?

"Leader Zhang, the few of us are enough," Bai Wei said, pointing behind her. "Because we have this."

After saying this, she stepped aside.

Zhang Yu looked up and suddenly widened his eyes.

"This... this is..."

Behind Bai Wei stood a row of iron-cast Cannon!

The black Cannon cast from pig iron were lined up neatly, their dark muzzles aimed at the entrance, a sight that chilled the heart.

Behind the Cannon stood several trembling Fusang captives.

Qin Zhan was standing to the side with the Northern Frontier Army, holding Long Sword in his hands, watching them with a predatory gaze.