Chapter 570: Something is wrong

In the northern border, on the city wall of Suiyang.

Yuwen Ye was wearing a fox fur cloak and looking at the dense black dots slowly approaching on the white snow in the distance.

It was Xilan's tens of thousands of troops, who once again launched an attack on Suiyang.

Countless corpses were lying in disarray on the snow under the city wall. A heavy snowfall last night had half buried the corpses in the ground, covering up the bloodstains and hiding all the murderous aura, leaving only desolation.

“You don’t know your own limitations!”

The adjutant behind him spat and continued with a sneer:

"Does that bastard Emperor Helian Hong still think Xilan is the great country it was when he first ascended the throne more than a decade ago?"

"The Xilan vassal kings have been fighting for years, and they were beaten like grandsons by Daliang. How many capable soldiers and generals does he have left? Do you still think you can bully us in the Northern Cang?"

Another general next to him also looked disdainful and echoed:

"That's right, Helian Hong must be crazy to think his army can go head-on with our Bei Cang's city-defending heavy crossbows!"

The deputy general sneered:

"What do you mean by head-on collision? It's like an egg hitting a rock! Half of the 100,000-man army has been gone in just a few days, and you still dare to charge forward!"

"Your Highness Prince Li, the wind is strong on the top of the city. You should go back and take shelter first. Leave the Xilan Army's siege to us. I will make sure they never come back today!"

Yuwen Ye looked into the distance, frowning slightly:

“Don’t underestimate the enemy.”

The deputy general and others were puzzled:

"Ah? Your Highness is too cautious. Previously, their army of 100,000 attacked the city, but they didn't even touch the bricks on the top of our city. What can they do with only half of their army left?"

"How could Qiu Tong not understand something that any discerning person can see? Why did he have to bring tens of thousands of troops to die?" Yuwen Ye narrowed his eyes and spoke in a low voice.

Qiu Tong is the commander-in-chief of Xilan's army this time. The Qiu family has produced many famous generals, and Qiu Tong is no pushover either. It is impossible that he doesn't even understand this principle.

The deputy general was stunned:

"Your Highness means..."

"There must be something wrong when things are abnormal." Yu Wenye's eyes were slightly cold.

"Pass the order down, all four city gates must be guarded with heavy troops!"

"Send another person to guard the entrance to the waterway!"

"Martial law is in place in the city. Citizens are not allowed to leave their homes. Any suspicious person found on the street will be killed on the spot!"

After a few orders were given, the deputy general and others immediately followed the orders and began to make arrangements quickly.

Yu Wen Ye frowned, thought for a while, slowly closed his eyes, put two fingers together, and a faint light that ordinary people could not see appeared on his fingertips, which gently stroked his eyelids.

He opened his eyes and looked at the snow below the city.

The bodies of many Xilan soldiers were still half-buried in the snow. It was a dead silence covered in white, without any movement at all.

Yuwen Ye’s eyelids twitched.

It shouldn't be like this.

The war is not over yet, and there must be wandering souls everywhere around the battlefield. However, there is not even a shadow of a lonely ghost in the vast snowy field before us.

Even if the underworld came to collect it, it would be impossible to collect it so cleanly in such a short time.

Yuwen Ye's expression became more and more solemn, and he looked up at the army approaching in the distance.

There was nothing unusual in the scene he saw, but he inexplicably felt that the entire army was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.

Without further hesitation, he took out a talisman, bit his fingertip and added a rune on it, then activated it with his spiritual power. The talisman suddenly ignited without fire, and a ray of light rose from the ashes before disappearing without a trace in a moment.

An hour later, the Xilan army arrived at the city of Suiyang.

Commander Qiu Tong rode his warhorse and looked towards the top of the city wall, shouting:

"Your Highness Prince Li is really generous. The throne of Northern Cang is vacant and the crown prince has not been appointed. The situation in Yaojing is urgent, right? Do you still have time to defend the city here?"

"Given the style of the First and Fourth Princes, no matter who sits in that position, the first person they will get rid of is you, right?"

"How about you open the city and surrender, Your Highness? I will protect your life and even ask the Emperor to confer you a title, so that you can continue to enjoy wealth and glory?"

Yuwen Ye curled his lips and sneered, ignoring his words and directly raised his hand and waved:

"Prepare the heavy crossbow!"

Every few steps on the top of the city wall, there was a huge mechanical device that made low sounds when operated by soldiers and aimed at the enemy troops below the city.

Qiu Tong snorted coldly:

"Very good, since you don't want to accept my toast, then you will be buried here with these useless government officials!"

After saying this, he waved his hand and shouted loudly throughout the snowy field:

"Anyone who climbs the city wall in this battle will be promoted three ranks and rewarded with a thousand gold coins! Anyone who cuts off Yuwen Ye's head will be rewarded with ten thousand gold coins. This general will personally ask His Majesty to confer a higher rank on him!"

The Xilan soldiers were immediately in high spirits. Qiu Tong pointed his silver spear directly at the top of the city wall and issued an order amid the deafening roar of killing:

"Attack the city!"

The Xilan soldiers immediately charged towards the city walls.

At Yuwen Ye's command, all the heavy crossbows were fired, and a rain of crossbow arrows fell on the enemy army, shooting the Xilan soldiers at the forefront into sieves and causing them to fall down in large numbers.

Although this heavy crossbow is extremely huge, the crossbow arrows it fires are not big, and are even shorter than normal crossbow arrows.

But each heavy crossbow has a row of ten firing ports, each of which has eight arrow holes, and it rotates and shoots continuously at an extremely fast speed. A heavy crossbow is equivalent to hundreds of archers, but only takes up the space of two or three people.

There is one such heavy crossbow every few steps on the city wall, with hundreds of them lined up, and the rain of arrows is dense and powerful.

If they were replaced by archers, a few thousand people could stand on the city wall at most. However, if they were replaced by heavy crossbows and hundreds of soldiers, the effect would be equivalent to tens of thousands of people shooting their bows at the same time, and the enemy could not get close to the city wall at all!

Seeing this, Qiu Tong gave orders again, and several huge catapults in the rear slowly moved forward and began to aim.

However, just as the catapults began to move, several iron crossbows as thick as pillars shot out from the city wall, destroying the catapults one by one with great precision, leaving no one alive.

This is the terrifying aspect of Beicang's mechanical technology. It is precise, fast, and highly lethal. Even when outnumbered, it can still crush the enemy with absolute strength.

However, Yuwen Ye did not look relaxed.

Fighting a war requires a strong attack at the first blow, then weakening and finally exhausting the enemy. Moreover, in the current situation, it is obvious that Xilan has no chance of winning.

However, the Xilan soldiers continued to advance, and did not retreat even though countless of them were killed or wounded. Each of them seemed to be willing to die.

As the commander Qiu Tong watched his army of tens of thousands dwindle, his face remained calm, as if everything was within his expectations.

What made Yuwen Ye most alert was that nearly half of the Xilan army had been killed or wounded in this battle, and there had not been a single wandering soul on the battlefield yet.

Yuwen Ye stared at Qiu Tong's face for a while, then he raised his hand in his cloak and took out a delicate crossbow from his Qiankun bag.

He picked up the crossbow, strung it and aimed at Qiu Tong. A crossbow arrow glowing with silver light shot out and headed straight for the other party's forehead.

His crossbow is different from others. It is a creation of Xuanmen. This sword carries spiritual power and will never miss!

But Qiu Tong suddenly met Yuwen Ye's gaze, a weird smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he raised his hand with a cold light shining directly towards the crossbow arrow.

There was a sharp explosion, and the spiritual energy exploded in a small area, and the crossbow arrow was easily blocked by him!

Yuwen Ye’s face turned grim.

This Qiu Tong is indeed a person from the Xuanmen sect!

Then he would let these tens of thousands of Xilan soldiers come to die, which would be a big problem!