Kill the enemy and get a wife? I'll single-handedly slaughter my way through the Northern Barba

In the rear of the Northern Barbarian army, Bayan Mengke half-closed his eyes, his expression as calm as an old monk in meditation.

Messengers shuttled back and forth, hurriedly delivering updates on the battle situation from the front lines.

"General, the Liaodong army is truly resilient!"

Barto stood by his side, leaning on the carriage railing and gazing into the distance: "The two armies have been engaged in formal combat for nearly half an hour, yet the Liaodong army has remained completely disciplined."

Upon hearing this, Bayan Mengke scoffed, "Disarray? The Liaodong army has been stationed in Liaodong for many years, constantly fighting against the Liao Dynasty. They already possess considerable skill. To throw them into disarray and expose their weaknesses is difficult!"

He knew perfectly well that the clash between the Liaodong Army and the main force of the Northern Barbarian Army was a brutal tug-of-war that would never end.

He had great confidence in Getu and Buhe.

No matter how fierce the battle, given Getu's fierce and valiant nature, he would fight to the death without retreating.

Of his four generals, Getu was the most skilled in tough battles.

Therefore, he entrusted the main command to Getu, and ordered Buhe to assist him, so as to fight steadily and surely.

The sounds of fighting were incessant. Half an hour later, the taut heavy shield defenses of both sides were finally torn apart, and the two armies instantly plunged into an even bloodier close-quarters combat.

"Pfft!"

A long spear suddenly thrust straight through the abdomen of a Liaodong soldier, and blood gushed out instantly.

The northern barbarian soldier, his eyes bloodshot, charged forward, pushing against the corpse with all his might, attempting to tear a gap in the enemy formation.

Before he could take two steps forward, a blade slashed from his left flank, severing half of his head, his brains and blood splattering all over the ground.

The Liaodong soldiers who killed him did not last long either, falling to the swords and spears of the chaotic army.

This is just a microcosm of the battlefield.

From east to west, everywhere you look, you hear the crisp sounds of clashing weapons and the screams of those about to die.

Slaughter and death enveloped the entire battlefield.

Behind the Liaodong army formation, Li Ping'an and Su Mo were keeping a close eye on the situation at the front.

If any sign of collapse appears anywhere, reinforcements are immediately dispatched to plug the gap.

Li Ping'an gripped the knife hilt tightly, his knuckles turning white, not daring to relax for even a moment.

"Mr. Su, it has been half an hour, why has His Highness Prince Qin not yet made a move?"

In less than half an hour, the Liaodong army had lost nearly two thousand men.

Li Ping'an felt a pang of heartache, his voice filled with urgency.

Su Mo glanced back and gently reassured him, "Young General, please calm down. The time has not yet come."

Li Ping'an's thick eyebrows furrowed, forming a deep frown: "When will we have to wait?"

Although he had experienced battles in Liaodong, they were mostly small-scale conflicts involving three to five thousand people.

He had only ever seen such large-scale legion battles in military books.

Even though the Liao Dynasty frequently raided the area, battles involving more than 10,000 troops were rare.

His nervousness at this moment is entirely understandable.

Su Mo raised his hand and pointed to the battlefield, his voice calm: "Young General, please look. In less than half an hour, although our army and the main force of the Northern Barbarians have been locked in fierce fighting, they have not completely defeated each other."

"Only when the two armies are locked in a fierce struggle, unable to advance or retreat, can Your Highness Qin unleash your full power."

Upon hearing this, Li Ping'an's face showed a hint of reluctance: "If that really happens, how many more of my Liaodong men will have to lose?"

Su Mo sighed softly, his tone heavy yet firm: "Young General, one cannot command an army with kindness, nor can one manage finances with righteousness."

"As a powerful force of the Great Qian Dynasty, the Liaodong Army should naturally shoulder the heavy responsibilities of the nation."

"Now that the country is in distress and the people are suffering, sacrifices are inevitable for the greater good."

"If you are to be stationed in Liaodong in the future, you must remember this!"

Li Ping'an understood the reasoning, but he was still a young man at heart and couldn't bear to see his men fall in pools of blood.

His heart was pounding with anxiety, but he could only suppress his urgency and continue to watch the battlefield.

Time passed slowly, and an hour after the battle began, the situation on the battlefield changed once again!

The Liaodong army in the central route and the main force of the Northern Barbarians fought to a fever pitch, reaching the point of intense conflict that Su Mo had described.

The left-wing Zhenyuan Army, together with the local army of the capital region, fought fiercely and evenly with the northern barbarian troops.

The right-wing regional army of the capital region, with its numerical advantage, slightly suppressed the five thousand northern barbarian soldiers.

Although not as devastating as the middle lane, the losses were still considerable.

At the rear of the Daqian army, Prince Qin, Li Yan, gazed intently at the northern battlefield.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the fierce battle and reach directly to Bayan Mengke's command tent.

"Your Highness, Bifang has sent word that they have gained the upper hand and are ready to cooperate with your actions at any time," Fang Hui stepped forward and whispered to him.

"Um."

Li Yan nodded slightly, her tone calm but unable to hide her satisfaction with Bi Fang.

Deputy General Bi Fang is leading the right-wing capital army in a fierce battle against the northern barbarian soldiers, living up to expectations.

Seeing that the King of Qin had not given any further instructions, Fang Hui's eyes flickered slightly, and he said, "Your Highness, the Liaodong cavalry has also sent a message, asking when you will send troops."

Li Yan's tone remained calm: "The time hasn't come yet! Go and send a message to Bi Fang, telling him to continue applying pressure and not to let his guard down!"

He was a brave general on the battlefield, and his grasp of battlefield opportunities was as sharp as a falcon, as fierce as a tiger in the mountains.

Once they detect an opening in their opponent's defenses, they will pounce without hesitation.

However, this is clearly not the best time.

The killing continued, and blood soaked every inch of Niujiaoyuan.

Warm droplets of blood occasionally splattered into the air, landing on the soldiers' faces, filling the air with a pungent, fishy stench that sent chills down one's spine...

Meanwhile, at the south gate of the city, the rooster crowed.

With a "whoosh," the longsword pierced the air, slicing straight through the neck of a northern barbarian soldier.

Lin Feng grabbed the Northern Barbarian soldier by the collar, swung him around, and slammed him down onto the city wall.

"Bang!"

The northern barbarian soldiers who were climbing the ladder to the city were caught off guard and were hit by the falling corpse. They screamed and tumbled down the city wall with the corpse, their brains splattering.

Lin Feng had just caught his breath when he heard Wang Tu's roar from behind him.

"Lord Lin, the east gate is under attack!"

At this moment, the southern part of the city was already in complete chaos.

The sounds of fighting and screams rose and fell, and everywhere there was the cold glint of clashing weapons.

Lin Feng looked up to the east and saw a huge horde of Northern Barbarian soldiers breaking through the defenses and climbing onto the city wall.

"Godfather, Uncle Er Gou, you two hold this position!"

Lin Feng uttered a single sentence and immediately led Wang Tu, Wang Ling, and the others, drawing their swords and charging towards the east.

When two armies meet, no words are needed.

The blades clashed, and a fierce battle ensued in an instant.

The force attacking Jiming City was 15,000 elite Northern Barbarian troops that Bayan Mengke had assigned to Zheng Yan.

After arriving at the city yesterday, this force immediately launched a fierce attack, not even stopping for a moment during the night.

The fierce battle lasted from late at night until daytime, with the offensive being extremely aggressive!

Lin Feng led his team into battle with fearlessness, wielding his Cheng Ying sword with impenetrable skill.

With a flash of cold light, several northern barbarian soldiers fell to the ground in an instant.

He single-handedly broke through the offensive momentum of the Northern Barbarians.

The pressure on Wang Tu, Wang Ling, and the others was greatly reduced. They only needed to follow him and kill the panicked enemy soldiers one by one.

After a fierce battle, the group finally drove back the northern barbarian soldiers on this section of the city wall and regained control of the defense line.

"My lord, the Northern barbarian soldiers are coming again with their siege ladders!"

Exhausted and panting heavily, Wang Ling pointed down at the city and said urgently.

"Bring me a bow and arrows!"

Upon seeing this, Lin Feng shouted loudly, and his personal guards immediately brought over the best bows and arrows in the army.

Although this bow is not as good as his treasured bow, and the arrows are not armor-piercing arrows, it is much stronger than ordinary bows and arrows.

Lin Feng stood on the city wall, took a deep breath, drew his bow and arrow, and fixed his gaze on the city below like a hawk.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Three arrows were fired in quick succession, each one hitting the Northern Barbarian soldiers transporting the cloud ladders with pinpoint accuracy, like shooting stars chasing the moon.

Below the city, the soldiers carrying the siege ladders trembled with fear.

"Pfft!"

Another soldier was sniped, his blood splattering onto the soldiers behind him.

"I quit! I quit!"

The soldiers screamed in terror, their courage shattered, and they turned and ran.

The remaining soldiers, seeing this, were also terrified and threw down the ladders, scattering and fleeing.

"Here we go again! That killer on the city wall has struck again!"

The Northern Barbarian army attacked the city for nearly a day and a night, and the soldiers who transported the siege ladders suffered the most casualties.

The archer on the city wall, who never missed a shot, had long been a nightmare for all the northern barbarian soldiers.

"Go back, all of you!"

The group had only taken a few steps when a northern barbarian centurion blocked their path, brandishing his sword and shouting angrily, "General Zheng has ordered that we fight to the death until Jiming City is breached! Anyone who deserts will be executed without mercy!"

The soldiers trembled with fear at the sight of the steel blade gleaming in the centurion's hand. They had no choice but to slink away, pick up the ladder, and charge forward with gritted teeth.

Driven by revenge, Zheng Yan had gone completely mad.

His mind is now filled with thoughts of breaching the city walls and tearing Lin Feng, Shi Chong, and the others to pieces to vent his hatred!

With such a madman like Zheng Yan around, Jiming City is destined to be awash in blood...