"Brothers, charge with me!" Zhong Meng's thunderous roar rang out amidst the explosions!
Countless fierce warriors from Hedong, clad in heavy armor, charged into the Northern Di camp through the breach in the blasted-out fortress!
The cold, horizontal blade, illuminated by the firelight, drew a chilling arc, slicing through the enemy's weapons wherever it passed!
The horizontal sword has now become the standard weapon in Zhao Muyun's army, and every soldier has one.
Behind this is the result of Lu Zhizi and thousands of blacksmiths working day and night to forge it.
Because Zhao Muyun popularized and promoted the assembly line production method in the blacksmith workshop, blacksmithing no longer had a technical barrier.
The forging process of the horizontal blade involves hundreds of steps, each handled by different craftsmen, which greatly improves efficiency.
With the addition of mechanical forging and hammering driven by waterwheels, the output is already a hundred times that of traditional craftsmanship, and the quality is guaranteed.
Otherwise, given the weapon needs of Zhao Muyun's tens of thousands of soldiers, relying solely on Lu Zhizi, his son, and the blacksmiths to hammer away would take an unknown amount of time.
"Heavy cavalry! Charge!" Almost at the same time that Zhong Meng's infantry broke through the gap, Guo Luo's heavy cavalry also launched an attack.
The steel torrent instantly overwhelmed the Northern Di soldiers who were trying to organize a resistance. Iron hooves trampled and spears thrust, further expanding the chaos.
"Set it on fire!" Zhao Muyun calmly gave the order.
The prepared oil canisters were ignited and thrown into the enemy camp like a meteor shower, setting fire to tents and haystacks, and the entire Northern Di camp was quickly engulfed in flames!
Arakhan stared in disbelief at the apocalyptic scene before him, his mind blank.
He never imagined that Zhao Muyun's main force would not take that "path of survival" but instead dare to launch a sneak attack on his main camp!
"Hold on! Hold on!" Arahan roared hoarsely, trying to rally his troops.
However, the sudden attack, coupled with the extreme chaos caused by the fire, meant that the Northern Di army was unable to mount any effective resistance.
The soldiers scattered like headless flies, some were cut down by the long swords, some were scattered by the heavy cavalry, and some perished in the flames.
At this moment, Murong Chunhua's light cavalry broke free from the bluff along the ancient trade route and attacked from the flank, mercilessly reaping the fleeing soldiers with their bows and arrows.
The battle turned into a one-sided massacre.
Under the desperate protection of his personal guards, Arahan fled in panic, not even having time to take the commander's flag with him, and headed towards Youzhou City.
As dawn broke, the Northern Di camp at the foot of Motian Ridge had been reduced to a charred ruin, littered with corpses, and countless weapons and horses had been captured.
Of the nearly 30,000 cavalrymen brought by Arahan, most of the main force was annihilated here, except for those who escaped with him and those who were taken away by the ambush troops on the ancient trade route.
Zhao Muyun stood amidst the still-smoking wreckage, watching the sky gradually lighten in the east, her face devoid of any joy.
He knew that this was just a partial victory.
The crisis in Xijing has not been resolved, and the struggle with Yang Yan and Wuzhu has only just begun.
"Clean up the battlefield, treat the wounded, and rest on the spot for half a day."
He ordered in a deep voice, "In addition, send Arahan's banner and the Northern Di nobles we have captured to Grand Steward Yang Yan."
"Tell him that our troops have defeated Arahan, cutting off one of Youzhou's arms. Ask him to intensify the attack on the city and not fail the court's high expectations!"
This "good news" is not only a declaration, but also an irony and a form of coercion.
He wanted to see what kind of expression Yang Yan would have on his face after receiving this "gift".
Meanwhile, Lin Feng, who is far away in Xi'an, only needs to hold on for a while longer. He and Zhao Muyun will soon make Yang Chao pay the price he deserves!
The news of the victory, along with Arahan's tattered banner and several dejected Northern Di noble prisoners, were sent to the Fengtian Army camp outside Youzhou City.
When the wolf-head banner, which once represented the glory of the Northern Di cavalry but was now stained with smoke and blood, was presented, the entire Fengtian Army's central command tent fell silent.
The generals' expressions were extremely complex, ranging from shock and disbelief to an indescribable chill.
Four days!
Just four days again!
When Zhao Muyun learned that Xijing was besieged and that he himself was trapped in a desperate situation, he did not flee. Instead, he turned around and devoured the Northern Di army.
What terrifying combat power!
What insane audacity!
Yang Yan stared intently at the flag, his face ashen.
He anticipated that Zhao Muyun would be difficult to deal with, but he didn't expect her to be this difficult!
The annihilation of Arahan's army not only disrupted his plan to use others to kill, but also gave Zhao Muyun unprecedented maneuverability and initiative behind enemy lines.
Now, whether Zhao Muyun chooses to continue stirring up trouble in the rear of Youzhou or immediately send troops back to reinforce Xijing, the initiative is completely in the hands of the other side.
Regardless of which path Zhao Muyun chooses, it represents a huge variable for Yang Yan.
"General... Zhao Muyun's move is clearly a show of force, and also a way to force us to take Youzhou as soon as possible."
Zhang Hong said in a low voice, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible worry.
The stronger Zhao Muyun becomes, the greater the threat that Fengtian Army will face in the future.
Yang Yan slowly loosened his clenched fist, took a deep breath, and forcibly suppressed the turmoil in his heart.
Now that things have come to this, there's no use in being upset; we must adjust our strategy immediately.
"Pass down the order to spread the news of Commander Zhao's victory to the entire army!"
Yang Yan spoke in a deep voice, his tone regaining its usual composure, "Tell the soldiers that the elite Northern Di forces have suffered heavy losses, and Youzhou will fall in no time."
"Boost morale! Starting tomorrow, we will intensify our siege efforts day and night! We must take Youzhou before Grand Commander Zhao returns!"
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