Mountain and River Festival 300. Biancheng Falls

Biancheng

The Mohist Army outside Biancheng and the Xiling Army stationed in Biancheng had a routine confrontation every day. The leaders of the Mohist Army were all young men under 30 years old. No matter how hard they tried, it was difficult for them to cause any impact on Longyang's defense. But in this non-stop attack every day, Longyang gradually sensed a hint of conspiracy. However, he could not figure out what the Mohist Army wanted to do.

"Old General, the Mohist Army is challenging us again outside the city." Lei Tengfeng strode in and said solemnly to Long Yang, who was sitting behind his desk in deep thought. Although there was no clear winner in the past few days, Lei Tengfeng was quite satisfied with the current situation. He was not a radical person, and he did not ask himself to defeat the Dingwang Mansion and the Mohist Army. As long as he could hold out until his father and the reinforcements from various places arrived, he would have won.

Long Yang frowned and said, "Don't pay attention to them for now!"

Lei Tengfeng frowned and said, "I'm afraid not. This time seems to be different from before."

Long Yang stood up and said, "I'll go take a look."

After climbing up the tower and looking down, it was indeed different from the previous few days. Although they still didn't see the main generals such as Mo Xiuyao, the momentum and formation of the Mo family army were unprecedentedly strong compared to the previous few days. It was Yun Ting who stood in front of the formation and called out. Yun Ting and his group of young generals had been beaten up enough in recent days. No matter how hard they tried to arrange their troops and attack openly or secretly, Long Yang could easily resolve it. If it wasn't for the serious confrontation between the two armies, they would almost think that Long Yang was playing tricks on them.

After being hit hard, these young men gradually restrained their previous arrogance. They began to be cautious in every battle. They did not seek to break through Biancheng, but they just wanted to distract Longyang and occasionally cause him some trouble. The young generals who calmed down also understood that the prince and the princess would not really let the old generals go and play around and hand over the entire Mohist Army to these young people who knew nothing. Such an arrangement must be that the prince and the princess had some other plan in secret. The prince did not expect them to be able to capture Biancheng at all, so they had to cooperate with the prince and the princess's plan.

Sure enough, a few days later, they received orders from the prince again, and at the same time they understood what those seniors in the army who could stand on their own were doing.

"Long Yang! What's the point of hiding in the city all the time? If you have the guts, come out and fight me!" Yun Ting shouted loudly.

Long Yang looked down at the young man below the city from a high place and said with a smile: "Young man, if you have the guts, come up and talk to me. I'm waiting for you up there."

Yun Ting sneered, "Go ahead, do you think I'm afraid of you? Haha... General Long, do you want to know what happened to your General Zhu?"

Long Yang's heart sank, he narrowed his eyes and looked down and said: "What do you want to say?"

Yun Ting smiled and said, "Zhu Yan is dead, and the hundreds of thousands of Jingguo Army hiding in the mountains have been wiped out. Do you think that if you stay in the city every day and don't come out, our prince will have no way to deal with you? Or do you really think that there are no more people in the Mohist Army, and we are just here to play with you. After the prince has dealt with Zhu Yan and the Jingguo Army, he will naturally come back to meet you, the Fengtian general."

Zhu Yan is dead?!

Hearing this, not only Long Yang and Lei Tengfeng beside him were shocked, but also the Xiling Army garrison commanders who were guarding the city. Although the reputation of the three famous Xiling generals had been suppressed by the King of Zhennan for more than 20 years, the soldiers naturally knew about them. Biancheng had been besieged for less than a few days, and hundreds of thousands of Jingguo troops were wiped out, even General Jingtian died in battle. How could the Xiling soldiers not be shocked?

After all, he was a veteran who had been on the battlefield for a long time. Long Yang suppressed his fear and sneered, "What you said is ridiculous. Why don't you come up and let me take a look."

Yun Ting was not as angry as he was a few days ago when he was provoked by Long Yang. He waved the battle flag in his hand with a smile. The war drums suddenly roared behind the Mohist Army camp, and the soldiers of the Mohist Army also moved their positions and formed a battle formation as the flags fluttered, obviously preparing to attack the city. Long Yang only took a glance to understand why Lei Tengfeng said that today was different from the previous few days. Such a powerful battle formation was definitely not something that these young generals in front of them could put out, which also showed that the Mohist Army no longer had the patience to confront them. Similarly, Long Yang knew in his heart that the words of the young Mohist Army general were probably not empty words. The hidden hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers and Zhu Yan were gone.

With a helpless sigh, Long Yang ordered his troops to defend the city to the death.

"Old General, could it be that General Zhu..." Lei Tengfeng asked worriedly. Long Yang said calmly, "More danger than good."

"Then what about us..." Lei Tengfeng asked.

Long Yang looked at him, shook his head and said, "We can't go out of the city to fight again. We must hold on and wait for help."

"Yes." Lei Tengfeng said silently.

Under the tower, Yun Ting couldn't help but jump up and down when he saw the Xiling soldiers who were guarding the city gate and refused to come out to fight. Chen Yun pulled him helplessly and said, "It's just as you expected, the other side won't come out to fight us." Yun Ting said angrily, "I don't believe that he can hide in the city for a lifetime! He is the Western Region Killer God, but he is more like a turtle!" Chen Yun smiled and said, "He doesn't need to hide in the city for a lifetime. As long as he can defend it for a month or two, when the reinforcements from Xiling arrive, we will be in trouble."

Yun Ting said impatiently: "I just don't believe it. There is no way to let him leave the city! Fight him!"

There is a moat in front of Biancheng. The river is quite wide. If they want to cross the river, they have to lower the drawbridge or find a way on their own. In the past few days, the young generals have not wasted their time on cursing at the enemy. They have ordered the craftsmen in the Mohist army to build more than a dozen long ladders. Once they are placed on the river surface and covered with wooden planks, they can cross the river.

Chen Yun looked at the soldiers who were braving the enemy's rain of arrows to build the bridge planks. Many of them had already died in the hail of arrows, and he could not help but grit his teeth secretly. A city like Biancheng that is easy to defend and difficult to attack cannot be conquered without paying a certain amount of casualties. Fortunately, even in the rain of arrows, the bridge was finally built. The archery skills of the soldiers of the Mohist Army were not for show. Even from the bottom up, many Xiling soldiers fell from the top of the city.

Most of the Mohist army crossed the moat, some climbed up the high city walls using ladders, and some shot arrows at the top of the city walls from below, and the water in the moat behind them gradually became tinged with red.

Behind the Mohist Army, Mo Xiuyao and his men appeared on the battlefield. They did not participate in the battle, but stood at a distance and watched quietly. After a long time, Mo Xiuyao smiled and said, "Yun Ting and his men look pretty good." They were able to hold on despite losing more than they won in recent days, and even kept the morale of the Mohist Army high. For these young generals who had not really been on the battlefield, this was already quite good.

Beside him, Zhuo Jing smiled and said, "Aren't the prince and princess also very confident in them?"

Mo Xiuyao nodded, raised his head and looked towards the top of the city wall in the distance, and said in a deep voice: "Get ready, attack the city!"

"yes!"

The clear sky was filled with dark clouds. A low, hoarse sound was heard in the air, and soon gorgeous fireworks burst out in the sky.

Some of the Xiling soldiers guarding the city were shocked to find that some ropes hanging in the air appeared in several directions outside the city. Then a black figure quickly moved towards the city along the ropes. Long Yang was naturally aware of this situation. His eyes slightly focused and he shouted, "Shoot!" Countless arrows flew towards the people sliding on the ropes. But even faster, a man in black appeared in the city and mercilessly shot his bow and arrow at the soldiers guarding the city.

"What's going on?! How did these people appear?" Black figures wearing Mohist Army uniforms kept appearing in the city. These people were different from the ordinary Mohist Army. They were obviously stronger and more robust than the Mohist Army soldiers. They were in groups of a few or a dozen people, and the Xiling defenders suffered heavy losses wherever they went. At the same time, they also had to take care of the Mohist Army outside the city that was attacking the city with all their strength. The Xiling defenders were also confused because of this.

On the top of the city wall, Long Yang and Lei Tengfeng's faces turned pale, "Old General..."

Long Yang gritted his teeth and said, "Bring all the people from Da Chu and the northwest to the city and bring them to the city tower for me!"

"Old general!" Lei Tengfeng's face changed when he heard this. He certainly knew what Long Yang wanted to do. In fact, this is not uncommon in wars between two countries. But Lei Tengfeng doubted how much effect this would have. Gritting his teeth, Lei Tengfeng turned around and left. Although there were many Mohist soldiers from nowhere in the city, there were still hundreds of thousands of Xiling defenders in Biancheng. These small number of Mohist soldiers could hardly affect the overall situation. In less than half an hour, the Xiling soldiers captured all the Da Chu people in Biancheng and put them on the city wall.

Biancheng is the second largest city in Xiling, and its prosperity is not inferior to that of the Xiling Imperial City. There are many people from various countries living here. Among them, the majority are people from Dachu, and among them there are also a large number of people from the Northwest under the command of the Mohist Army. These people were captured and put on the top of the city wall, blocking the battlements on the top of the city wall of Biancheng. If the Mohist Army below wants to come up, they must first pass them, and if they want to shoot arrows, they must first shoot them to death. Most of these people are ordinary people, and the sudden experience of war is enough to make them terrified. Now they are captured on the top of the city wall to block the arrows of the Mohist Army, and many people are so scared that they cry loudly.

"Long Yang! You shameless old man!" Seeing this, Yun Ting finally couldn't help but curse again. Chen Yun and others beside him also looked unhappy. Not to mention that these people are from Da Chu and the northwest, even if they are all from Xiling, it is shameful for a general to use ordinary people to block arrows.

"What now?"

"How can I know what to do? Go and report to the prince!" Chen Yun said. After all, they were all hard-hearted. It was their duty to fight to the death on the battlefield. But it was still difficult for them to make such a decision to shoot these ordinary people who had no power to resist.

In fact, they didn't need to report it. Mo Xiuyao, who had been behind the Mo family army, naturally saw this situation. Zhuo Jing, who was standing beside him, frowned and said, "Prince, what should we do?" They really didn't expect Long Yang to do this. But when Long Yang was young, he was known as the God of Killing in the Western Regions. He killed many ordinary people in the Western Regions. Such behavior was unexpected but reasonable.

Mo Xiuyao stood up and stared at the top of the city wall indifferently, saying, "He wants to delay us first and eliminate the Qilin in the city." The defense of Biancheng is very good. They spent so many days, and the number of Mo's army that can enter Biancheng is less than a thousand. If they face hundreds of thousands of Xiling defenders, they will have no chance of winning. If Longyang does not want to be attacked from both sides, it must first eliminate these enemy troops entering the city and find out how they entered the city. All of this takes time.

"Let's go and have a look."

Because of the people on the top of the city wall, the Mohist army temporarily stopped attacking the city. However, neither side relaxed its vigilance. A path suddenly opened up in the black camp of the Mohist army, and a man in white clothes and white hair walked out of the army, followed by several guards and generals. Mo Xiuyao raised his hand and glanced at the people on the city wall who were pushed out to block the outside, and said in a deep voice: "General Fengtian of Xiling, I have heard of your great name for a long time."

Long Yang appeared on the top of the city wall, looking at the outstanding man in white clothes and white hair far below the city wall, and nodded and said, "Prince Ding, Mo Xiuyao? Nice to meet you."

As soon as these words came out, the sobbing people on the top of the city were stunned. They looked at the man in white below the city. Some people were even more excited and shouted for help, "Prince Ding is here! Prince Ding is here...Prince, save us..." One person shouted, and soon more people followed suit. Suddenly, there was a sound of crying on the top of the city.

"What does General Fengtian want?" Mo Xiuyao asked calmly. His voice was not loud, and there was not even a hint of anger, but it strangely spread throughout the battlefield amid the crying. Long Yang looked at him deeply and said, "As a general, I feel ashamed to use such a method. But... please order the troops to retreat 30 miles temporarily."

Mo Xiuyao asked, "What if I don't agree?"

Long Yang smiled calmly, and with a flick of his hand, he chopped off the head of the man closest to him, which fell off the top of the city wall. Blood immediately spurted out, shocking the people nearby and causing them to scream again.

Mo Xiuyao was silent for a moment, and finally raised his head and said calmly: "Once Biancheng is destroyed, I will tear you into pieces." Long Yang smiled indifferently and said: "If Biancheng is destroyed, my life will also come to an end. Since we are all going to die, what difference does it make how we die? What is your answer?" Mo Xiuyao raised his eyebrows and smiled, and said in a deep voice: "My answer is..."

"Swoosh!" Mo Xiuyao turned around and took the bow and arrow from the soldier next to him. He drew the bow, put the arrow on it and released it, completing the entire set of actions almost in an instant. Everyone stared in amazement as the arrow with a silver light cut through the sky and sank into the chest of a young man on the top of the city. Mo Xiuyao threw the bow and arrow back and said in a deep voice: "Attack the city!"

As soon as the order was issued, the sound of killing started again. The first to be affected were the innocent people on the city walls. Amid the sounds of killing and crying, Mo Xiuyao turned away indifferently, leaving behind only a cold and indifferent back and a deep and cold voice, "Longyang, I want you and all the people in the city to be buried with you!"

The fierce siege continued without a break. Both sides knew that this was no longer the minor fight of the past few days. Unless one side was defeated and the other side was victorious, it would not stop. Perhaps because of the stimulation of the hundreds of innocent people of Da Chu on the top of the city, the soldiers of the Mohist Army attacked more bravely. After a few hours, the defense of Biancheng finally showed a trend of decline.

In the city, Long Yang sat in an empty room with a gloomy look, lost in thought. He knew that Zhu Yan was dead. It would not be long before Biancheng would be breached. It might be his luck that he could fight on the battlefield again when he was old. However, such an inexplicable defeat was hard for him to face. The thing he missed the most was that he heard clearly what Mo Xiuyao said when he left. All the people in the city would be buried with him... Mo Xiuyao wanted to massacre the city! Long Yang had no doubts about what Mo Xiuyao said. It was not that he had never massacred a city when he was young, otherwise he would not have been called the God of Killing in the Western Regions. In fact, if he was young, he might not have thought that it was a big deal that Mo Xiuyao wanted to massacre the city. But now... I am old after all. There are still hundreds of thousands of people in Biancheng. If Mo Xiuyao really massacres the city...

"General!" The soldier outside the door came hurriedly to report.

Long Yang opened his eyes and asked calmly, "What happened?"

The soldier said, "We can no longer defend the East City. Please withdraw as soon as possible."

"Retreat?" Long Yang frowned and asked, "Who said to retreat?" Perhaps Long Yang's tone was too harsh, the soldier reported carefully, "It was the Prince of Zhennan. The Prince of Zhennan said that Biancheng could not be defended, and he had to retreat to Rongcheng in the rear to stop the Mo family army's progress."

Long Yang shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Even Biancheng couldn't stop the Mohist Army, how could the vulnerable walls of Rongcheng stop the Mohist Army? Foolish! The whole army stayed and fought with the Mohist Army in the streets of the city, maybe we could take down half of the Mohist Army." Street fighting often involves human lives, and has little to do with any tactics or strategies. Moreover, they can take the initiative in the city, and the difference in capabilities between the Mohist Army and the Xiling Army is not too big. At least Long Yang is confident that two Xiling soldiers can definitely deal with one Mohist Army. In this way, at least half of the Mohist Army can be eliminated in Biancheng, and the defenders behind may be able to delay the Mohist Army.

The soldier looked at Long Yang hesitantly and said, "But...Zhennan Prince has already led his troops to retreat."

"What?!" Long Yang stood up suddenly, and the soldier hurriedly said, "The Prince of Zhennan said that if the Mohist army is allowed to attack the city, it will be too late. He has already led the remaining hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses to withdraw from the west gate."

Long Yang walked out the door quickly, saying, "Idiot! There are tens of thousands of Mohist troops guarding the small town ahead. Where does he want to retreat to?"

When Long Yang arrived at the West City, he could only see the horseshoes and smoke of the Xiling Army going away. Lei Tengfeng led the most elite and complete army of more than 100,000 people in the Xiling Army. Once these troops withdrew, the originally solid defense suddenly had several big holes, and the Mohist Army poured into the city like a tide. Under the West City Gate, Long Yang closed his eyes tiredly and sighed in a low voice: "Zhu Yan... We are all finished..."

Although Lei Tengfeng took most of the people away, the Xiling soldiers were not just for show. It was already noon the next day when the Mohist army completely took over the entire Biancheng. After a day and night of continuous fighting, even the Mohist soldiers, who were known for their bravery and fighting skills, were exhausted. Their eyes were red and they were exhausted. When they finally wiped out the Xiling defenders who were resisting in the city, the soldiers also burst into cheers. Many people fell asleep directly under the eaves on the street.

It was sunny at noon when Mo Xiuyao and his party stepped into Biancheng. Seeing the bodies of soldiers from both armies lying on the street, many soldiers on both sides of the street fell asleep while sitting. Mo Xiuyao waved his hand to stop the people around him from shouting. While walking forward past the bodies, he whispered, "Where is Longyang?"

Zhuo Jing whispered, "Long Yang is in an empty house in the west of the city. Someone is already guarding there. In addition... Long Yang let many civilians escape." Perhaps because of what Mo Xiuyao said about burying all the civilians in the city, Long Yang opened the gate of the west city at nightfall yesterday and let many civilians out of the city. The military discipline of the Mo family is strict. Although Mo Xiuyao said that, he did not formally order a massacre in the city. Therefore, as long as the soldiers in the battle were not blocked by ordinary civilians, they would not attack ordinary civilians. About half of the civilians escaped last night.

Mo Xiuyao shook his head nonchalantly and said, "Let's go check on Longyang. How is the princess?"

Zhuo Jing said, "Lei Tengfeng led his men to retreat last night and fought a battle with General Zhang in the west. He rushed over with the remnants of about 20,000 to 30,000 people. The princess ordered to suspend the pursuit and reorganize the entire army in Biancheng for two days. The princess should be back in a while." Hearing this, Mo Xiuyao's gloomy eyes flashed with a hint of warmth, and he said lightly, "Order someone to clean up the battlefield and let the soldiers below have a good rest. Go and bring Long Yang over."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Zhuo Jing took the order and left. Mo Xiuyao turned around and went to the governor's mansion in Biancheng. The governor's mansion had already been taken care of by someone, and the war in the city did not have much impact on this official residence. The civil servants in Biancheng who had not yet escaped had been captured by the Mo family army and locked up here. When they saw Mo Xiuyao coming in, the officials of Xiling had different expressions. Some were begging, some were resolute and unyielding, some were afraid, and some were hostile. Mo Xiuyao ignored them at this time and waved his hand to let someone take him away. Not long after he sat down to rest, the guards outside came in to report, "Your Majesty, Longyang is here."

Mo Xiuyao opened his eyes, his eyes filled with coldness, "Let him in."

After a while, Long Yang walked in. Zhuo Jing followed him, but he did not order anyone to take him away. Long Yang was still wearing a white coarse cloth, and he looked much older and more tired than a few days ago. At first glance, he looked like an ordinary old man in the mountains, and there was no trace of the ruthless man who had used innocent people as human shields on the city wall before.

Mo Xiuyao looked at him calmly and said calmly, "General Fengtian, nice to meet you."