Chapter 570: Something is wrong
In the northern border, on the top of Suiyang city.
Yuwen Ye was wearing a fox fur cloak and watching the dense black dots slowly approaching on the white snow in the distance.
That was the tens of thousands of Xilan troops, who once again launched an attack on Suiyang.
Countless corpses were lying in a mess on the snow under the city wall. A heavy snowfall last night had half buried these corpses in the ground, covering up the bloodstains and hiding the murderous aura, leaving only desolation.
"You don't know your own limitations!"
The adjutant behind him spat and continued with a sneer:
"That bastard Emperor Helian Hong still thinks Xilan is the great power it was when he first ascended the throne more than a decade ago?"
"Over the years, the Xilan vassal kings have been fighting for power, and they were beaten like grandsons by Daliang. How many capable soldiers and generals does he have left? He still thinks he can bully us Beicang?"
Another general beside him also looked disdainful and echoed:
"That's right! Helian Hong must be crazy to think his army can go head-to-head with our Beicang's city-defending heavy crossbows!"
The deputy general sneered:
"What do you mean by head-on collision? It's like an egg hitting a rock! Half of the 100,000-strong army has been gone in just a few days, and you still dare to charge forward!"
"Your Highness Prince Li, the wind is strong on the city wall. Please go back and take shelter first. Leave the Xilan Army's siege to us. We will make sure they never return today!"
Yuwen Ye looked into the distance, frowning slightly:
"Don't underestimate the enemy."
The deputy general and others were puzzled:
"Ah? Your Highness is too cautious. When they attacked the city with a hundred thousand troops before, they didn't even touch the bricks on the top of our walls. What can they do with only half of their army left now?"
"How could Qiu Tong not understand something that any discerning person could see? Why did he have to bring tens of thousands of troops to die?" Yuwen Ye narrowed his eyes and spoke in a low voice.
Qiu Tong is the commander-in-chief of Xilan's army this time. The Qiu family has produced many famous generals, and Qiu Tong is no pushover either. It is impossible that he doesn't even understand this principle.
The deputy general was stunned:
"Your Highness means..."
"When something is out of the ordinary, there must be something wrong." Yuwen Ye's eyes were slightly cold.
"Pass the order down, all four city gates must be heavily guarded!"
"Send another person to guard the waterway entrance!"
"Martial law is in effect in the city. No one is allowed to leave their homes. Any suspicious individuals found on the streets will be killed on the spot!"
After a few orders were given, the deputy general and others immediately followed them and began to make arrangements quickly.
Yuwen Ye frowned, thought for a while, slowly closed his eyes, put his fingers together, and a faint light that ordinary people could not see appeared on his fingertips, and gently stroked his eyelids.
He opened his eyes and looked at the snow below the city.
The bodies of many Xilan soldiers were still half-buried in the snow, and there was a dead silence covered in silver, with no sign of movement.
Yuwen Ye's eyelids twitched.
It shouldn't be like this.
The war is not over yet, and the battlefield must be full of wandering souls. However, in this vast and empty snowy field, there is not even a shadow of a lonely ghost.
Even if the underworld came to collect it, it would be impossible to collect it so cleanly in such a short time.
Yuwen Ye's expression became more and more solemn, and he looked up at the army approaching in the distance.
There was nothing unusual in the scene he saw, but he inexplicably felt that the entire army was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.
He no longer hesitated, took out a talisman, bit his fingertip and added a rune on it, and activated it with his spiritual power. The talisman suddenly ignited without fire, and a ray of light rose from the ashes, and disappeared without a trace in a moment.
An hour later, the Xilan army arrived at the city of Suiyang.
Commander Qiu Tong rode his warhorse, gazing towards the top of the city wall, and shouted:
"Your Highness Prince Li is truly magnanimous. The Northern Cang throne remains vacant, and the crown prince has yet to be appointed. The situation in Yaojing is urgent, right? Do you still have time to defend the city here?"
"Given the style of the First and Fourth Princes, no matter who sits in that position, the first person they will get rid of is you, right?"
"How about you, Your Highness, open the city and surrender? This general will protect your life and even petition the Emperor to confer a title upon you, allowing you to continue enjoying wealth and glory."
Yuwen Ye curled his lips and sneered, ignoring his words and simply raised his hand and waved:
"Prepare the heavy crossbow!"
Every few steps on the top of the city wall, there was a huge mechanical device. Operated by soldiers, it made a low sound and aimed at the enemy troops below the city.
Qiu Tong snorted coldly:
"Very well, since you won't accept my toast, then you will be buried here with these useless government officials!"
After saying this, he waved his hand and shouted loudly throughout the snowy field:
"Anyone who climbs the city wall in this battle will be promoted three ranks and rewarded with a thousand gold! Anyone who cuts off Yuwen Ye's head will be rewarded with ten thousand gold. This general will personally ask His Majesty to confer a higher rank on him!"
The Xilan soldiers' morale suddenly soared. Qiu Tong pointed his silver spear directly at the top of the city wall and issued an order amidst the deafening roar of killing:
“Attack the city!”
The Xilan soldiers immediately charged towards the city walls.
At Yuwen Ye's command, all the heavy crossbows were launched, and a rain of crossbow arrows fell on the enemy army, shooting the Xilan soldiers at the forefront into sieves and causing them to fall down in groups.
Although this heavy crossbow is extremely huge, the crossbow arrows it shoots are not big, and are even shorter than normal crossbow arrows.
But each heavy crossbow has a row of ten firing ports, each with eight arrow holes, which rotate and fire continuously at an extremely fast speed. A heavy crossbow is equivalent to hundreds of archers, but only takes up the space of two or three people.
There is one such heavy crossbow every few steps on the city wall, with hundreds of them lined up. The rain of arrows is dense and powerful.
If they were replaced by archers, a few thousand people could only stand on the city wall at most. However, if they were replaced by heavy crossbows and a few hundred soldiers, the effect would be equivalent to tens of thousands of people shooting their bows at the same time, and the enemy could not get close to the base of the city wall at all!
Seeing this, Qiu Tong gave orders again, and several huge catapults in the rear slowly moved forward and began to aim.
However, just as the catapults began to move, several iron crossbows as thick as pillars shot out from the city wall, destroying the catapults one by one with great precision, leaving no one behind.
This is the terrifying aspect of Beicang's mechanical technology. It is precise, fast, and highly lethal. Even when outnumbered, it can still crush the enemy with absolute strength.
However, Yuwen Ye's expression was not relaxed.
Fighting a war requires a strong attack at the first blow, then weakening and finally exhausting the enemy. Moreover, in the current situation, it is obvious that Xilan has no chance of winning.
However, the Xilan soldiers continued to advance, and did not retreat even though countless people were killed or wounded. Each of them seemed to be willing to die.
As the commander-in-chief Qiu Tong watched the tens of thousands of troops dwindle, his expression remained calm, as if everything was within his expectations.
What made Yuwen Ye most alert was that nearly half of the Xilan army had been killed or wounded in this battle, but not a single wandering soul had appeared on the battlefield so far.
Yuwen Ye stared at Qiu Tong's face for a while, then he raised his hand in his cloak and took out a delicate crossbow from his Qiankun bag.
He picked up the crossbow, strung it, and aimed at Qiu Tong. A silver-glowing crossbow arrow shot out and headed straight for the other's eyebrows.
His crossbow is different from others. It is a creation of Xuanmen. This sword carries spiritual power and will never miss!
But Qiu Tong suddenly met Yuwen Ye's gaze, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he raised his hand and a cold light flashed directly towards the crossbow arrow.
There was a sharp explosion, and the spiritual energy exploded in a small area, and he easily blocked the crossbow arrow!
Yuwen Ye's face turned grim.
This Qiu Tong is indeed a member of the Xuanmen sect!
Then he let these tens of thousands of Xilan soldiers come to die, which would be a big problem!
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