In order to prevent or delay Luo Ruoxin from sending troops to aid Yanzhou, Feng's army once again decided to attack the city at night.

Yan Sikong ordered his men to collect all the army's excrement, both human and animal, and sprinkle it on the two roads from Taiyuan to Yanzhou. The stench was so overwhelming that the soldiers who went to carry out the military order complained bitterly.

On that day, they scattered horse manure in the camp to cover up the smell of sulfur and lure Luo Ruoxin into the camp. Now he wanted Luo Ruoxin to smell this smell, which would remind him of the hell burning in the fire. Once bitten by a snake, one will be afraid of the rope for ten years. The same dark night, the same horse manure, Luo Ruoxin would certainly be afraid of everything and would not dare to attack easily.

Feng Ye divided two cavalry units, each with 5,000 men and horses, and ambushed them in the mountains and forests. Each side was equipped with two Fengshen cannons, and everyone was carrying fire on their bodies. As soon as the Taiyuan army appeared, they would be greeted by artillery fire and torches all over the mountains.

After nightfall, Feng Ye led his army towards the brightly lit Yanzhou City. They knew that Feng Ye would strike while the iron was hot, so they were well prepared.

The central army had 50,000 infantrymen, and the two wings had 15,000 cavalrymen each, equipped with cannons, muskets, catapults, siege hammers, and ladders, a total of 70,000 troops, lined up under the city of Yanzhou, and their sharp spears were like an endless pine forest.

A sharp horn pierced the dark night sky, and the soldiers of the three armies roared in unison, shouting the words "surrender without killing" that they had fought all the way from Shu to the Central Plains. These four words were a declaration of war, a eulogy to the enemy, and a promise to the soldiers and civilians in the city. The Feng family army practiced "surrender without killing" all the way, secretly undermining the fighting spirit of a large number of wavering people, so that the enemies they encountered along the way were defeated in one fell swoop, and few of them fought to the death.

Feng Ye stood in the middle of the three armies, with the blood-red wolf-head banner on his head dancing in the southwest wind. The huge "Feng" character on it looked like a magical talisman, which was intimidating. It took him five years to go from a desperate prisoner on the run to the Wolf King who was competing for supremacy in the Central Plains.

He looked at Yanzhou not far away. There were no drawn bows or black cannon muzzles in his eyes. He seemed to see the Forbidden City through this not-so-majestic city. His eyes were filled with ambitions that were higher than the sky.

The horn sounded suddenly, and the army returned to peace in an instant.

Feng Ye looked down at Feng Hun. Feng Hun shook the golden and red soft armor on his body, and with a deep breath and his neck raised to the sky, he let out a wolf howl that resounded through the sky towards the full moon hanging overhead.

The enemy was terrified.

Wang Shen drew his sword and shouted, "Shoot!"

The war drums roared loudly, and arrows flew like locusts in the night sky. After the archers released the first wave of arrows, they squatted in a neat row on the ground to replenish their arrows. The infantrymen were well-trained and raised their shields above their heads to form copper walls, blocking most of the stray arrows. However, many soldiers still fell to the ground, and there were endless screams on the top of the Yanzhou city wall.

"Release the arrow—"

The shield was broken, and the archer stood up, drew his bow, and released his arrow in one go.

At first, the rain of arrows from both sides had a certain rhythm, but after three rounds, there was no pattern anymore. Soldiers fell one after another, and the enemy troops on the city walls fell down like rain.

The horn sounded three long and one short, which meant Feng Ye was giving the order to attack the city.

The infantry camps retreated from both sides, and cannons and catapults were pushed out to launch a fierce attack on Yanzhou City.

Suddenly, artillery and boulders attacked the city walls crazily. The eight red gates on the Yanzhou city wall roared in unison, and the deafening explosions made the earth tremble.

Yan Sikong looked at the soldiers who were torn to pieces by the artillery fire like ants. There was no trace of emotion on their faces, which were illuminated by the firelight and flickered.

As the saying goes, one general's success is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers.

Artillery fire and boulders smashed the city walls into pieces, and the enemy's corpses filled the towers, but they were constantly replaced by new ones.

Taiyuan City is a true contemporary stronghold, but Yanzhou is not. Neither the city walls are high nor thick. This is why Fengye still dared to attack with only twice the number of troops even though Yanzhou had sufficient soldiers and food. These Fengshen cannons that were bought at a high price across the ocean would smash the mud and stone walls like tofu.

If Zhuoletai had such a powerful cannon more than 20 years ago, Guangning might not even be able to defend the city in the first siege.

However, the red cannons equipped by Yanzhou City are no pushovers, and Feng's army has also suffered heavy losses. If they fail to suppress Yanzhou's firepower, they will find it difficult to get close even if they peel off the city walls.

Yan Sikong said: "Wolf King, now that we have attracted the main force of the East City Gate, we may send troops to steal the South City Gate."

Feng Ye nodded and ordered Zhang Rong to lead 10,000 soldiers with ladders to attack the South Gate. If Zhang Rong could break through the South Gate, they would enter the city from the South Gate and fight in the streets. Even if he couldn't, they could disperse the troops at the East Gate.

"Report!" A messenger came galloping from the three armies and ran straight to Feng Ye's side: "Wolf King, Taiyuan has sent out troops!"

Feng Ye narrowed his eyes: "Intensify the siege!"

Zhang Rong led his troops around the south gate.

The cannons were still roaring, and the huge stones and wooden blocks hurled by the catapults smashed the rocks and soil of the Yanzhou city walls, which were already badly damaged.

Feng Ye ordered his men to mount the cloud ladder.

Yan Sikong held him back: "Wait a little longer."

At this time, the counterattack from the city walls was still fierce, and those climbing up the ladders must have suffered heavy casualties.

Feng Ye said solemnly: "I am worried that the ambush troops will not be able to stop Luo Ruoxin."

"Luo Ruoxin thinks highly of himself. This defeat must have made him more cautious than before. Considering the distance between Taiyuan and Yanzhou, even if he breaks through the ambush, it would be fast if he can arrive before dawn."

Feng Ye took a deep breath and stared at the battlefield where the fire was burning everywhere and blood was flowing like a river.

This was undoubtedly the most brutal battle they had ever fought. From Shu to the Central Plains, the enemies Fengye had encountered were either not as strong as Yanzhou or could only be defeated by literary battles. Attacking the city was a very bad strategy, but it had to be done.

Many cannons on both sides were destroyed, and the bodies of those who died in the bombardment filled the entire battlefield. The pungent smoke mixed with the strong smell of blood was nauseating.

Feng Ye saw that the time had come, so he ordered the troops to use the ladders, and promised that whoever reached the top of the city wall first would be rewarded, and whoever retreated without permission would be executed immediately.

Four ladders rushed towards the broken city wall under the flying arrows and rocks. Soldiers kept falling down and new reinforcements came up. The traces left by the ladders were covered with corpses. They risked their lives to push the ladders to the base of the city wall. Groups of soldiers climbed up the ladders and climbed towards the city tower. What greeted them were sharp arrows, swords and spears, stones and wood, boiling water, and kerosene. So group after group of soldiers fell off the ladders, and a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood piled up at the base of the wall.

With rewards of promotion in front and military orders to be killed if they retreated in the back, they rushed up the city wall like crazy. The first soldier jumped onto the city wall and was quickly pierced by the sword. Then came the second and the third. As more and more people jumped onto the city wall, the situation was out of control.

Yanzhou City was broken!

Feng Ye's hands gripping the reins made a clattering sound. He drew his sword and shouted, "All troops, attack! Take Yanzhou!"

At daybreak, the three armies rushed towards Yanzhou City like hungry wolves hunting for food. The shouts and cries of killing shook the mountains and rivers and startled countless birds in the forest.

The Feng family army captured Yanzhou overnight with an invincible force. After entering the city, there was a fierce but short street fighting. Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the Yanzhou soldiers surrendered one after another.

The disputes among the princes were not as serious as the invasion by foreign races. The soldiers had no deep hatred. Fengye had always kept his promise that "if you surrender, you will not be killed", so they had no worries about the destruction of their country and their families. Especially when the royal family was unpopular, most of them naturally did not want to die in vain, so they would surrender if they were defeated.

After sunrise, the blood-soaked Yanzhou City was exposed to the sunlight, with corpses scattered inside and outside the city walls. The tragic scene was like hell on earth.

The garrison commander of Yanzhou committed suicide, and over ten thousand soldiers surrendered.

The messenger came to report that Luo Ruoxin sent troops to support us, but encountered an ambush and a fierce battle. Our army was defeated and retreated, but Luo Ruoxin learned that Yanzhou had been captured, so he had no choice but to withdraw his troops.

After entering Yanzhou, they had a lot to do, the first of which was to clean up the battlefield, take inventory of the war damage, resettle the wounded, and repair the city walls.

Feng Ye and Yan Sikong hadn't slept for two days and one night. Although they were exhausted, they were even more excited.

Taking Yanzhou meant that they had the opportunity to capture Taiyuan. They were victorious in both battles, which was truly exciting.

After finally getting a chance to catch their breath, Feng Ye and Yan Sikong had a quick meal, during which they continued to discuss military affairs.

After dinner, Feng Ye ordered Yan Sikong to stay in the tent and rest.

"Rest?" Yan Sikong retorted, "How can I have time to rest? I haven't even checked the grain warehouse in Yanzhou yet."

Feng Ye ordered: "Everything in Yanzhou City cannot be escaped, there is no need to rush. You look too bad, go to sleep."

"How can I sleep now?" Yan Sikong showed a happy expression, "The fall of Yanzhou City will bring us Taiyuan in no time."

"If you can't sleep, just close your eyes and lie down." Feng Ye pressed his shoulders, pushed him into the inner tent, and pressed him on the bed.

"What about you?" Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye, "You also look tired."

"I'm fine, I still have time to go..."

Yan Sikong held Feng Ye's hand and said, "As the commander-in-chief of the three armies, taking care of your health is of utmost importance."

"I'm in good health." Feng Ye pinched Yan Sikong's face and twitched the corner of his mouth, "You should know best."

Yan Sikong smiled faintly: "Even if you are in good health, you shouldn't rely on your youth. Do you know why the Three Kingdoms finally came under the rule of Jin? It was because Sima Yi lived the longest."

Feng Ye sat next to him and raised his eyebrows: "You always have a point."

"The reason why truth is truth is because it is right."

Feng Ye pulled Yan Sikong and they both lay on the couch: "Then I will accompany you to rest for a while."

Yan Sikong sneered: "Accompany me..."

"I really won." Feng Ye suddenly murmured.

Yan Sikong tilted his head and looked at him.

"You know... sometimes I suddenly feel like I'm dreaming. Did I really lead two thousand Feng family soldiers to defeat an army of two hundred thousand and capture dozens of cities?"

Yan Sikong said firmly: "Yes."

Feng Ye closed his eyes: "The more I win, the more I fear losing. I often dream about my father recently. He seems to want to say something to me in my dreams, but I can never hear clearly."

"You are now independent and the greatest general in the world. I'm afraid that Prince Jingyuan has nothing left to teach you."

Feng Ye shook his head: "Dad looked at me with concern." Perhaps he knew what those eyes in his dream were worried about. That was clearly his own inner demon. He was the only one in the world who knew what kind of ambition he had hidden, and he would not tell anyone, especially Yan Sikong.

Yan Sikong held Feng Ye's hand tightly and said, "When you enter the capital and kill Xie Zhongren with your own hands, you won't be confused in your dreams anymore." After he put Xie Zhongren in prison, he rarely dreamed of the gallows. Revenge can make people sink and be liberated at the same time.

Feng Ye hummed softly, then took Yan Sikong's hand and held it tightly.