Wuzhu personally led three thousand elite cavalry to the north city, and when he saw the huge gap in the city gate, his eyes widened in fury.
"Zhao Muyun! I will tear you to pieces!" Wuzhu roared, leading his troops in a charge.
However, the narrow streets and alleys restricted the cavalry's mobility, and the heavily armored infantry of the Hedong Army formed a defensive formation, while archers continuously fired arrows from rooftops and windows.
Guo Luo's heavy cavalry battalion repeatedly attacked from the flanks, disrupting the formation of the Northern Di cavalry.
The battle entered its most intense phase.
Every alley and every house is fiercely contested.
The corpses were piled up like mountains, and the blood stained the snow red, which then froze into dark red ice.
Zhao Muyun personally supervised the battle on the first line of defense. His sword had already been chipped, and his armor was splattered with the blood of the enemy.
A stray arrow grazed his cheek, leaving a bloody mark, but he was completely unaware of it.
"Hold on! The offensive from the south has intensified!" Zhao Muyun shouted, boosting morale. "Hold on for another half an hour, and Youzhou will surely fall!"
Upon hearing this, the soldiers of the Hedong Army were greatly encouraged and fought to the death.
Wuzhu, unable to break through after a prolonged siege, grew increasingly agitated and frantic.
Meanwhile, urgent messages kept coming in from the south wall of the city. Yang Yanjun had climbed the wall many times, and the defense line was in grave danger.
Finally, an hour later, when the dragon flag of the Great Feng was raised on the south city tower, Wuzhu knew—Youzhou could not be defended.
"Retreat!" he spat out through gritted teeth, the two words filled with resentment and bitterness. "Retreat from the east gate, retreat towards the grasslands!"
The Northern Di army began an organized retreat.
Zhao Muyun did not pursue them. Instead, he led his troops to join forces with the Feng army that had come from the south, and completely took control of the northern city of Youzhou.
When Zhao Muyun and Yang Yan met on the devastated streets of Youzhou, their eyes met in mid-air.
Looking at Zhao Muyun's blood-soaked yet still upright figure, and then at the North Gate which had been blown to ruins, Yang Yan finally clasped his hands and said, "Grand Commander, your brilliant strategy to break through the city is truly admirable. I admire you."
Zhao Muyun returned the greeting calmly: "It is all thanks to the soldiers' bravery. Youzhou has been captured. The Grand Commander should quickly reorganize the defenses and pursue the remnants of the Northern Di."
His tone was calm, but the disciplined Hedong army behind him, despite the bloody battles, and the completely destroyed city gate, silently proclaimed one fact—
Zhao Muyun is definitely the most threatening enemy of the Great Feng Dynasty!
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