A letter written by Feng Ye was sent by five messengers at different times and by different routes to Datong Prefecture to bring help in case anyone was arrested along the way.

Yan Sikong also followed his example and found five messengers to send two letters, one to Shen Hexuan and one to Chen Yi, but the contents of the two letters were the same.

Unlike his earnest exhortation in his first letter to Shen Hexuan, in this letter, he only quoted a passage from the Southern Song Dynasty poet Chen Runeng:

The capital of Yao, the land of Shun, the fief of Yu. There should be one or two shameful ministers in it! There is so much stench in the land, where are the heroes of the ages, when will the majestic spirits be cleared? Why ask about the destiny of the barbarians, the bright sun is in the middle!

This was a farewell speech that Chen Runeng wrote to his friend Zhang Demao, then Shaoqing of Dali, who was about to go on a diplomatic mission to the Jin Dynasty. The cowardly and incompetent Southern Song court signed the "Longxing Peace Agreement" with the Jin people, which was a national shame. Chen Runeng denounced the barbaric smell that spread throughout the Chinese territory and called on people of insight to redress the shame and fight against the Jin people.

Yan Sikong's insinuation towards Chen Yu and Shen Hexuan was his last strong measure. He could imagine that Shen Hexuan would be ashamed and angry when he saw the letter, and Chen Yu would be furious when he saw the letter. He didn't know whether it could change the situation of the Chu army and the Jin army colluding with each other. Anyway, it couldn't get any worse.

After sending the letter, Feng Ye insisted that his health was no longer serious and he wanted to go to supervise the battle in person to boost the morale of the troops, but Yan Sikong dissuaded him because the time for him to have Feng Ye was not right yet.

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After three days of continuous fighting, the Jin soldiers were already showing signs of fatigue, and the Guangning soldiers were also restless. Yan Sikong saw that he could not delay any longer, so he ordered an attack at 3:00 a.m.

The inky black night sky was illuminated by the artillery fire, making it as bright as day. Countless Jin soldiers were like a black wave, stretching for miles, wrapped in brutal murderous intent, sweeping towards Guangning City.

Hundreds of catapults and dozens of cannons were deployed in a massive battle array outside the city. At the command of the three army commanders, cannonballs covered the sky and horns and drums sounded.

Yan Sikong stood on the city wall, watching the artillery fire, wood, stones, and arrows flying like locusts. He smelled the gunpowder in the air, the fishy wind blowing on his face, and the murderous aura. His body couldn't help but tremble, not out of fear, but shock.

He watched the enemy's artillery shells coming at him, and also watched our own artillery fire bloom all over the frozen soil of Liaoning, like the red lotus fire of hell, cruelly devouring everything.

The sound of the artillery fire was deafening. For a moment, Yan Sikong seemed to be deaf to everything. Everything around him was silent. He saw the twisted faces and wide-open mouths of the Jin people as they howled. He saw bones and flesh shattered and blood spurted. He saw the ground trembling as the boulders smashed. He saw the flying mud and the raging flames when the shells exploded. When all this lost its sound, the scene became even more ferocious and crazy.

Boom——

The Jin army's ice stones and artillery shells smashed against the Guangning city wall one after another. The city tower shook violently. Yan Sikong staggered and almost fell down, but was held up by a soldier. In an instant, all the sounds fell from the sky like a waterfall, rushing into his eardrums. He had a splitting headache and felt as if his body was about to be torn into pieces at this moment.

Artillery shells flew back and forth, arrows rained down like a weave, the Jin soldiers were lying in ambush for miles, and the walls of Guangning City were also covered in blood.

At first, both the offensive and defensive forces were strong. The Jin soldiers could not advance, but they did not retreat either. However, the enemy was numerous and we were few. The Jin soldiers' chariots ran over the bodies of their comrades and pushed forward brutally along the front line.

The long-distance battle lasted from midnight to dawn. Guangning City was riddled with holes, the ground was stained with blood, and it looked like purgatory.

Zhuoletai thought it was time to break into the city, so he still used catapults and cannons as cover, and commanded his infantry with ladders and battering rams to advance toward Guangning City.

But the first thing to greet them will be the walled city built under the supervision of Yan Sikong - "Mountain Wall".

The Jin people must have never seen such a strange walled city, nor did they take the three straight walls seriously. But when they paved the way with mountains of corpses and seas of blood and finally rushed into the wall, they truly tasted its power.

First, the three high walls divided the Jin soldiers' strength into three parts, forcibly weakening them. Secondly, in an ordinary city, the attack only comes from the front, but the extra mountain wall made the Jin soldiers who broke into the city be attacked from the front, top, side and back at the same time. Once they entered the mountain wall, the Jin soldiers were like turtles in a jar, unable to advance and too late to retreat. Soon, a river of blood flowed under the mountain wall.

Seeing the miraculous achievements of the mountain wall, the morale of Guangning's soldiers was boosted.

Faced with heavy casualties, Zhuoletai no longer allowed his soldiers to advance rashly, but instead attempted to use cannons and catapults to destroy the mountain wall first.

Since the mountain wall was built in a hurry, it is naturally not as strong as the main city wall which is ten feet thick. If it is attacked by cannonballs, it will not last long. However, it is located vertically between the main city wall and the Jin soldiers. It takes a lot of accuracy for cannonballs to hit the huge main city wall, but it is not so easy to hit the mountain wall which is less than ten feet thick.

Zhuoletai focused his target on the mountain wall and launched a series of artillery and stone attacks. Although most of the shells missed the target, those that hit the target caused considerable damage to the mountain wall.

The Guangning soldiers also fought back with all their might, but due to the disparity in numbers, they gradually lost the upper hand and watched the mountain walls collapse one by one under the fierce attack.

The battle lasted from dusk to dawn, and from dawn to noon. Both armies were old and tired, and were at the end of their strength. The Jin soldiers suffered 40,000 to 50,000 casualties, but not a single one of them reached the walls of Guangning. It was truly tragic.

The corpses piled up in the grass and trees smelled foul, and the blood flowed in the river and fields was red.

The world is better than hell.

Guangning was more stubborn than Zhuoletai had imagined. Zhuoletai was now in a dilemma. If he attacked, he would suffer more casualties, and if he retreated, his deaths would be in vain. He was in a dilemma: should he take advantage of the collapse of the mountain wall and attack in one go, or should he retreat temporarily to recuperate?

Yan Sikong saw that Zhuoletai's offensive was gradually weakening and knew that he was thinking of retreating.

Although the casualties of Guangning's soldiers were less than eleven of Zhuoletai's, the mountain wall was completely destroyed and the main city wall was also seriously damaged. It was unknown how much more artillery attacks they could withstand. However, he still did not want Zhuoletai to retreat, because once Zhuoletai retreated, he would have time to repair and load wood and stones. If they used the same time to repair the city wall, it would be almost useless. It would be better to decide the outcome in one battle.

Yan Sikong discussed with Liang Huiyong and Yuan Nanyu and deliberately slowed down to lure Zhuoletai to continue attacking the city, so their defense showed signs of fatigue. Sure enough, Zhuoletai thought he had seized the opportunity and encouraged his soldiers to continue charging forward with heavy rewards.

The mountain wall was destroyed, and the Jin soldiers rushed forward frantically, finally forcing their way to the foot of the city wall. This was not Guangning's strategy to lure the enemy, but they really could not be stopped.

The road was paved with mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Ladders were first placed on the city walls, followed closely by ladder trucks. The Jin soldiers would use the most brutal ant-clinging technique to climb up the ladders and launch a fierce attack on the city that blocked their entry into the fertile Central Plains.

The Guangning soldiers poured down the prepared kerosene boiling water, and rows of long ladders were pushed down. The screams of the Jin soldiers came one after another, accompanied by the stench of burnt flesh, which made people's scalps numb.

When the ladder truck was finally pushed to the edge of the city wall, Yuan Nanyu gave an order and the soldiers cut the ropes in front of them with long swords. The red-hot iron chain slid down along the city wall and swept down all the grappling hooks and ladders thrown out from the ladder truck.

The bodies of the Jin soldiers soon piled up on the hill below the city, but some soldiers still risked their lives to rush up. The Guangning soldiers were exhausted, short of artillery shells, and their defense was getting weaker and weaker. They saw that the Jin soldiers were still climbing up, as if there was no end to them, and the situation was almost desperate.

Yan Sikong gritted his teeth, called Feng Ye's personal guard, and told him, "It's time."

Not long after, a dozen wolves suddenly emerged from the top of the city wall. They bared their fangs and howled at the Jin soldiers below the city, revealing their ferocious appearance.

The rumor that the Jin soldiers at Taoxian Road were attacked by wolves had already spread throughout the world, and it was particularly terrifying among the Jin soldiers. At this time, the wolves suddenly appeared, and regardless of whether they were at Taoxian Road in person at the time, the Jin soldiers who were climbing the city wall were all frightened.

Yan Sikong yelled in a hoarse voice: "The Wolf King is here——"

The soldiers shouted excitedly, "Here comes the Wolf King, here comes the Wolf King, here comes the Wolf King!" As they shouted, they looked around, and sure enough, they saw a tall, heroic, and handsome man wearing armor and holding a sword appear on the city wall. His blood-red cloak fluttered in the cold wind, and all the wolves guarded him on both sides and bowed to him.

The wolf king is banishing the wild!

Although Yuan Nanyu and Liang Huiyong had been trying to reassure the troops, saying that the Wolf King was recovering from his injuries and was no longer in serious condition, rumors were rife in the city that he would soon die or had already passed away.

Therefore, when Feng Ye appeared on the city wall with the wolf pack, the soldiers felt as if they had witnessed the arrival of a god. Suddenly the clouds and fog dissipated, the sun and the moon shone brightly, their low morale was greatly boosted, and their blood began to boil again!

Feng Ye drew his sword, pointed it at Zhuoletai, and shouted, "We swear to live and die with Liaodong, and never let the barbarians invade our land!"

An impassioned roar rang out from Guangning City: "We swear to live and die with Liaodong, and never let the barbarians invade our land!"

The sound reaches the sky and surrounds the universe!

The Guangning soldiers seemed to have come back to life, bursting out with surging strength, and began to launch a fierce attack on the gold thieves.

Feng Ye tried hard to support his body, but he was about to fall. The guards moved the bronze chair behind him and helped him sit down.

Amid the smoke and blood, Feng Ye and Yan Sikong looked at each other from a distance. That look seemed to be able to penetrate thousands of years and cross nine reincarnations. No one would dare to forget it.

Feng Ye was supervising the battle despite his strong body strength, while Yan Sikong was still running around on the top of the city giving orders, leading the morale-boosting soldiers to defend the city to the death.

Many hearts make strong!

Although it is said that there will be brave men under great rewards, what is the reward if you lose your life? After being attacked by the wolf pack and Feng Ye one after another, the battlefield full of corpses and blood finally made the Jin soldiers' fear reach its peak. Gradually, no one dared to rush forward, no matter how Zhuoletai rewarded and punished them.

Finally, when the sky faded, dusk fell, and darkness was about to dominate the earth again, Zhuoletai reluctantly sounded the call to retreat.