There were no burning haystacks in the direction of the city gate, and some shops that merchants had not had time to vacate.
The Di soldiers of the royal court were most skilled in mounted archery, so they abandoned the idea of forcibly scaling the city walls.
The cavalrymen remounted and began firing arrows at the city walls as if they were free.
This time, even the large shields on the city wall were ineffective, and Elder Yu and the others didn't even have a chance to show their faces. They had no choice but to hide behind the battlements again, and Yiming and the others also retreated to the foot of the city.
The whooshing sound of arrows tearing through the air was the monster grinding its teeth.
Time seemed to freeze in the sound of the arrow, but the next second, a deafening roar easily interrupted these strange cries.
Boom! Boom!
Landmines and hand grenades have completely different effects. Song Liyun felt the city wall beneath her tremble, and the whistling rain of arrows stopped instantly.
Ignoring the danger, Old Yu and the others peered down.
The landmines blasted open two deep craters, and several horses lay sprawled on the ground.
Meanwhile, the other cavalrymen fled in all directions, their hooves trampling over the landmines that had been laid, creating a series of booming sounds.
The horses were so frightened that the riders could no longer control them.
Outside Mida City, explosions, shouts, and the neighing of horses created a chaotic scene.
Song Liyun stepped out of the arrow tower and pointed to the still-exploding explosions below, saying, "Old Yu, we don't have many landmines left. Let's leave the city!"
If these words had been spoken a quarter of an hour earlier, they would have been dismissed as ignorant military affairs and reckless command. But now that Song Liyun had said them, Old Master Yu wiped the dust from his face, which had been kicked up by arrows, and grinned, saying, "Good, Third Madam is just waiting to hear the good news!"
After saying that, he turned to the patrol team on the city wall and said, "Now is your chance to make a name for yourself! One tael of silver for each head, one hundred taels for each centurion!"
Wow!
The patrol guards' eyes immediately turned red! What lay below were either people or silver; all they had to do was go down and pick them up.
The city gates opened, and dozens of patrol members and bandits, led by Jian Fangtong, rode out at breakneck speed.
They wore helmets and gleaming armor, and carried not only broadswords but also spare grenades, which were distributed equally among them, one for each person.
A generous reward will surely attract brave men!
Even with hundreds of royal troops still outside the chaotic city, they were not afraid.
These patrol teams were originally caravan guards and bodyguards. They might not be able to handle an army, but now the royal cavalry outside the city are demoralized, their generals are nowhere to be seen, and they are running around in all directions. They are a disorganized mess with no deterrent effect.
In a one-on-one fight, the scattered and disorganized royal army was no match for these highly skilled martial arts masters.
The patrolmen swiftly swung their knives, not bothering to cut off heads, but instead beheading the animals and knocking them to the ground. They even deliberately ducked into the darkest, most crowded areas.
If they encounter a small group of people, they throw grenades and wipe them out in one go.
On the city wall, Old Yu urged the catapults to provide long-range fire support, using hot oil, stones, and even once throwing a hastily delivered landmine.
In just half an hour, the ambitious royal army was routed.
The tribesmen, who should have dispersed, gathered in greater numbers. Tribal soldiers and herdsmen surrounded them from all directions. In addition to them, there were dozens of former slaves in the crowd, carrying hoes and sickles.
They've come for revenge!
The shouts of battle echoed throughout the night until the sun rose again on the horizon, exposing the battlefield to everyone's view.
The blood on the ground had frozen into a thin layer of ice, and the stiff corpses were laid out in various positions. The overturned earth and charred horses made it feel as if one was in a desolate hell.
Only the faint, low groans and the haystacks still emitting black smoke after burning all night made one feel that this was a world of living people.
After a busy day, the battle reports weren't compiled until evening.
Wang Tingjun lost 230 men and 500 warhorses.
Three members of Jian Fangtong's patrol team were killed and twenty-five were injured.
The number of casualties in the tribe was high, with 58 dead and more than 200 wounded.
Of the slaves that Song Liyun had not included in her plans, aside from the thirty-odd who died, almost all of the survivors were wounded.
The outcome of this battle was both unexpected and reasonable for Song Liyun.
In the Mida River Valley, many tribes migrated from the Xuyang Grassland. They are of varying quality; some betray their masters for personal gain, while others, like the Muhan tribe, are honest and loyal.
As for those dozens of slaves, they hated the royal court to the core.
Although they are currently staying in Mida City and have not returned to the Wu Dynasty, with Song Liyun and other masters of the Wu Dynasty around, it is basically the same as going back.
But Wang Tingjun still comes to disturb our peaceful life, how can we tolerate it?
Song Liyun also interrogated the two traitorous leaders as quickly as possible.
From them, we learned that the royal court had long taken notice of Mida City.
However, the two places were far apart, and the Zhenbei Army was openly present, so the various tribes, who were in a mess because of the matter of the princess's marriage, could not spare any attention.
So now that the royal court has just stabilized, they can't wait to reach out.
"Old Yu, there are a thousand people coming."
Two hundred of them went to rob caravans, and about eight hundred raided empty cities!
After Song Liyun recounted these events, she was secretly alarmed.
The enemy sent 800 elite cavalry to attack Mida City, confident that the city was undefended.
If the city is defended by those hundred-odd patrol teams, and the attacks are scattered, it is clear that it cannot be held.
But as soon as they reached the city of Mida, they were attacked by a violent storm and a thunderous attack.
From the very first rocket, they were in a state of confusion, with no room for thought whatsoever.
Now... where are the remaining royal troops?
Old Master Yu spent the entire day on the city wall, overseeing the military affairs of the various tribes. He calmly said, "The royal army lost their warhorses, and those who escaped were on foot. Dozens have already been captured by the tribal herders using lassos. The rest are fleeing north, intending to join the caravan!"
The warhorses were startled by the gunpowder, and with the deaths, only a little over a hundred healthy horses remained for the fleeing royal army.
The tribal herders have now gathered in the thousands. Although they are not warriors, they are still men of flesh and blood, and they are confident in fighting these defeated troops whose morale has been broken.
Moreover, there were dozens of Jian Fangtong's men mixed in among them, like a pack of wolves surrounding a tiger. Wherever a lone member of the Wangting Army was, they would be swallowed up.
They drove away and blocked the caravan, gradually closing in on it.
Song Liyun frowned slightly: "Has Fang Zheng and the others sent back any news?"
Lin Qingyuan's guard team numbered over a hundred, and with the addition of the Muhan tribe and Fang Zheng, dealing with those two hundred cavalrymen shouldn't be a major problem.
Speaking of Fang Zheng and Lin Qingyuan, Old Yu looked relaxed and laughed heartily: "Boss Lin is really a smart man. When he saw that things were not going well, he sent someone back with a message on the one hand, and stopped the caravan on the other hand, released the animals, cut the ropes, and used the goods to build a protective wall. He also took down those treacherous merchants in the first place."
Even a sturdy, heavily bundled cart cannot be moved without a rope and a slow horse to pull it.
The guards could also build a fortified city with their vehicles, creating a simplified defense that prevented the royal court's elite troops from gaining any advantage.
However, their battlefield was far more brutal than that of Mida City.
Old Yu didn't elaborate on the specific casualties. The note he had was just a few words sent back by a pigeon that Lin Qingyuan always carried with him.
Moreover, Song Liyun is currently pregnant and it is not suitable for her to worry or overwork herself.
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