After listening to the advice, I rebelled and became an emperor of all ages

Luoye City.

Just as the middle-aged Confucian scholar was wreaking havoc in Yangzhou, the situation in Luoye City had become increasingly tense.

Xianyu Anrong leaned tiredly on the parapet, looked at the rebel army that had just retreated from the city, and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, he knew in his heart that this brief relief would not last.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the fatigue on his face became more and more obvious, as if his whole body and mind had been squeezed to the limit. He now felt that his eyelids were fighting up and down, and he wished he could fall into a deep sleep immediately.

As a general, he did not face the attack of the army directly. One can imagine how tired his soldiers must be.

Sure enough, when he turned around, the soldiers around him looked even worse.

They were originally elite warriors with high morale, but now they are all exhausted, pale and dazed.

As soon as the rebels' attack retreated, the soldiers collapsed on the spot with exhausted looks.

This scene made him very distressed.

No one expected that this battle would be so brutal, and no one expected that the rebel army's attack would be so intensive and fierce.

The rebels seemed to have held him at bay and continued to attack.

"This is the nth round of attack today?" He calculated in his mind, but found that he could no longer remember.

Each attack came like a tide, and he felt powerless to deal with it. Soldiers came in waves, and their tired faces flashed before his eyes, as if everything was mercilessly mocking their persistence.

Even though he had sufficient troops under his command, Xianyu Anrong felt overwhelmed by the frequent attacks from the rebels.

He felt a hint of fear in his heart. Although the rebels' attacks were not fatal, they were like a bone-eating poison that ate away their strength and hope time and time again.

"If we continue like this, we won't be able to hold on." The deputy general dragged his tired body and whispered, his voice revealing helplessness and despair.

Listening to the deputy general's words, Xian Yu Anrong nodded silently.

In fact, he himself knew that this was not a solution. The morale of the soldiers would collapse and the defense of the entire city would fall apart.

But he couldn't just withdraw or take the initiative to attack. As for the military advisor, he had to do his best to delay the rebels in front of him before completing the mission, so as to buy more time for the military advisor and his men.

Time - this is the biggest task given to him by Chagan Uli and the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

No matter what, he had to complete the assigned mission and live up to the hopes of the Han and Northern Barbarians, even though they were now out of ammunition and food.

"I know!"

His eyes were deep and his face was ashen. He tried his best to make his voice sound firm and said to the deputy general, "Let the brothers rest first and replace them with the next group of people."

"Yes, General!" Although the deputy general was still worried when he heard this, he understood that this was all they could do now.

The short rest between battles seemed to be the only chance for the soldiers to catch their breath. However, Xian Yu Anrong knew in his heart how insignificant this breath was.

He walked to the city wall and looked down at the rebels outside the city. He saw that they were regrouping, the battle flags fluttering in the wind, and the soldiers' shouts were as deafening as thunder.

"Damn it!" His face was as gloomy as water, and he smashed his clenched fists hard on the battlement, making a dull sound, as if venting the anxiety and unwillingness in his heart.

Under such an intensive offensive rhythm, they were afraid they really wouldn't be able to hold on for long.

Xian Yu Anrong felt a surge of uneasiness in his heart. The soldiers' exhaustion and despair were like an invisible shadow, hanging over everyone's heart.

However, the only thing that made him feel fortunate was that in these rounds of attacks, he found that the offensive of the rebels was gradually weakening. Such frequent attacks were not easy for them.

They were exhausted, and the rebels were absolutely miserable.

What they are competing for now is who can hold out to the end. As long as they hold on, they still have a chance, and the Northern Barbarians still have hope.

"How many arrows do we have now?" After a short rest, Xianyu Anrong started patrolling again and checking the war supplies.

After all, if they want to hold out for a longer period of time, then city defense supplies such as arrows will be crucial.

If these things were gone, he would only be able to use human lives one by one like he did at the beginning to delay the rebels' offensive rhythm.

"General, we are running out of arrows now!"

The deputy general in charge of war supplies pointed to a pile of arrows, kerosene, and rolling logs, and said in a deep voice: "However, according to the offensive rhythm of the rebels, I am afraid that after a few rounds of attacks, we will run out of ammunition and food."

Xian Yu Anrong nodded expressionlessly, but was secretly anxious in his heart.

His eyes passed over the deputy general and fell on the collected arrows, rolling logs, and fallen rocks.

A large number of arrows and rolling logs were still stained with blood, and it was obvious that they had been used once and then retrieved by them at great risk.

However, even so, the speed at which they collected could not keep up with the speed at which they consumed.

This was the situation after he had the foresight at the beginning to order everyone not to shoot arrows unless it was absolutely necessary and to save ammunition. Without his previous restraint, the situation would have been even worse.

He couldn't help but feel powerless. Facing such a crazy rebel army, what he could do seemed insignificant.

This also indirectly reflects how tragic this battle was and how crazy the rebels' attack was.

Xian Yu Anrong rubbed his dry eyes, closed his eyes slightly, and seemed to be lost in thought, thinking of countermeasures.

After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, a trace of determination flashed across his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said solemnly: "Pass on my order. From now on, no one is allowed to use this batch of supplies without my order."

"Deputy General, immediately send people to collect more arrows and logs, and try to pick up as many as possible from the battlefield outside the city." He finally made up his mind, and a hint of determination appeared in his voice, "Even if it means taking risks, we must replenish our supplies as much as possible."

"This..." The deputy general was stunned and didn't understand why Xianyu Anrong gave such an order.

At such a critical moment, seeing that the rebels were about to launch the next round of attack, if they were not allowed to use these supplies, how could they resist the rebels' attack?
The generals in the tent also cast puzzled glances at Xianyu Anrong and kept discussing in low voices, some of whom used harsh words.

In their opinion, if there were no arrows, rolling stones or other things to deal with the rebels, they would just be sent to their deaths. For a moment, heavy breathing continued to rise and fall in the big tent, and the atmosphere became extremely oppressive, and you could hear a pin drop.

Xian Yu Anrong felt those piercing gazes and his heart tightened.

He knew that these people did not understand, and he also understood the anger in their hearts.

But he also understood that even if it caused public outrage, he had to stick to his decision against all odds.

Although no one understood him, he didn't care. He had only one idea - that is to hold on longer.

In order to achieve this goal, he would do anything, even at the cost of human lives.

At present, these supplies are their last resort and must not be used unless absolutely necessary. He must save these things for last and deal a fatal blow to the rebels.

Even if Luoye City finally fell, he would drag the rebels down with him and make them pay the price they deserved.

"I know everyone is tired, and we also understand that the rebel attack is imminent, but we cannot easily waste our last resources at this time." Xian Yu Anrong's voice was low, and his tone was mixed with an almost desperate roar.

"I think everyone knows the final outcome of this battle. We can only sustain one or two rounds of attack at best."

He took a deep breath, trying to keep himself calm, and glanced at the exhausted generals again and said, "As I said before, as long as the people are in the city, they will be gone, and if the city is gone, the people will die!"

"We must hold out for a little longer. We must keep this batch of supplies until the end. Only in this way can we deal a fatal blow to the rebels and make them pay the price they deserve."

Xian Yu Anrong's voice became more and more firm, as if lighting a fire for the soldiers. Hearing these words, the long-lost anger in the hearts of the generals was aroused, and anger was spewing from their eyes.

"We can't just sit there and wait to die!" A general stood up and said, "Even if we die, we must die meaningfully!"

"Yes! For the future of the Northern Barbarians, we must not let the rebels succeed easily!" Another general echoed. The soldiers' emotions gradually rose with their words, and the anger in their hearts was ignited.

Xian Yu Anrong felt relieved when he saw this change.

After raising everyone's morale again, he climbed up the city wall and looked towards the direction of Yangzhou again, thinking silently in his heart.

Calculating the time, it is now the second day since the rebel army launched the attack, and the military advisor and his men should have arrived in Yangzhou.

Xian Yu Anrong prayed in his heart, hoping that the plan could be carried out smoothly. If the military advisor's plan could really succeed, it would happen today. That would be the critical moment to change their fate.

"Military Advisor, you must succeed!" Xian Yu Anrong prayed silently in his heart.

Because, no matter what the situation is today, he is ready to sacrifice his life for the city, because with this amount of troops he can only hold out until that time.

He really hoped that he could see the success of his plan before he sacrificed his life.

After all, the success of the military advisor's plan meant that his sacrifice over the past two days was worthwhile, and it also meant that there was still hope for the Northern Barbarians and a chance to recuperate.

However, just as he was praying silently in his heart, there suddenly came a deafening sound of fighting outside the city, and the sound seemed as if the earth was shaking.

There was no doubt that the rebels had launched another attack. The sound was as deafening as thunder, which made him very familiar.

This sudden attack instantly interrupted his thoughts.

"Everyone, prepare to meet the enemy!"

He shouted loudly and his voice echoed on the city walls. Although his heart was filled with anxiety, he had to remain calm and inspire the soldiers to meet the attack.

The soldiers quickly returned to combat mode. Although they were exhausted, their eyes were still shining with determination. Xian Yu Anrong knew that today's battle would be a matter of life and death, and they had to go all out.

The rebel army's formation surged like a tide, and their shouts were like a violent storm, sweeping across the entire battlefield.

Xian Yu Anrong commanded with a firm gaze, secretly praying in his heart that the military advisor could create a miracle at this critical moment and hoping that the military advisor's plan would succeed.

……

The fierce battle passed by minute by minute. Xian Yu Anrong and his soldiers tried their best and finally temporarily repelled the offensive of the rebels in the dawn.

As the sky gradually brightened, the rebels' offensive retreated again.

The air was filled with a strong and pungent smell of blood, and the smoke was so thick that it was almost impossible to open one's eyes.

The battlefield was littered with fallen corpses, blood soaked the ground, and corpses were everywhere. It was so tragic and horrifying.

After repelling the rebels this time, there should have been a great celebration, but at this time they were already exhausted and collapsed to the ground, without even the strength to stand up.

The soldiers were breathing rapidly, their faces were covered with dust and blood, and their eyes were filled with helplessness and exhaustion. At this moment, they didn't even have the energy to celebrate.

On the other hand, the morale of the rebels who had just returned to the big tent began to become extremely low.

Although they had vowed to capture Luoye City, the repeated attacks had already exhausted them and made them feel uncomfortable. The soldiers' faces were full of fatigue and frustration, and their eyes were filled with helplessness and loss.

The atmosphere in the tent was so depressing that it was suffocating. No one had the leisure and energy to chat anymore. Instead, they slumped down and took advantage of this difficult time to rest.

"How many more times do we have to attack?" A soldier finally couldn't help but speak in a low and tired voice, "Every charge is like committing suicide. Is there no hope?"

"Yes, the enemy seems to be much stronger than we imagined." Another soldier sighed, with a gleam of loss in his eyes. "We have paid too much. Do we have to continue like this?"

Inside the big tent, all the generals looked at each other, their hearts filled with anxiety.

Li Zhongwu, who was sitting on the high platform, was in a very heavy mood at the moment. He really underestimated the fighting effectiveness of this group of Northern Barbarian Army and their determination to sacrifice their lives for the country.

You must know that under his continuous attacks, the arrows and supplies of the Northern Barbarians had been almost consumed.

Faced with such a situation of running out of ammunition and food, the general defenders would have been panicked and their morale would have been in chaos. They would either abandon the city and surrender, or fight to the death. How could the defenders of Luoye City hold out for such a long time?
He was completely confused and shocked at the same time.

Obviously, they have already been defeated, but why are they still so fearless and still able to burst out with such fighting power? (End of this chapter)