Great Wilderness Demon Lord

Xiao Yunlan drew his scimitar and shouted to the soldiers of Ice City behind him, "Check your weapons and stay close to me! After breaking through the camp, clear out the remaining enemy in squads, focusing on burning food and supplies!"

Those who surrender will not be killed; those who resist will be killed without mercy! This battle must be swift, ruthless, and thorough!

"Yes, sir!" came the suppressed yet uniform low growls.

After a brief silence, the attack began.

From the east and north, dozens of rockets with trailing flames rose almost simultaneously, piercing the darkness and falling into the Wolf Rong camp like meteors!

The rockets landed on tents, haystacks, and piles of debris, quickly igniting them. Flames shot up with a "whoosh," illuminating the faces of the panicked Langrong soldiers.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" The shrill whistle and the howling of the wolf-like barbarians instantly shattered the silence of the camp.

The wolf-like deputy left behind was startled awake from his dream. Before he could even put on his full armor, he rushed out of the tent. He saw two fires burning in the camp, figures in a panic, and shouts of battle coming from the darkness, but he could not see exactly where the enemy was or how many there were.

"Don't panic! Hold the camp walls! Archers, get on the walls!" the second-in-command shouted hoarsely, trying to organize the defense.

However, in the midst of the chaos, with darkness falling and multiple fires breaking out, the remaining Wolf Warriors were already in a state of panic, their command system was in disarray, and their response was far too slow.

Many of the Langrong soldiers blindly fired arrows in the direction from which the rockets were coming, but most of them missed.

Just then, a dull thud and the dying screams of the guards came from the south gate!

Xiao Yunlan took the lead, his curved blade flashing a cold arc in the firelight, cleaving a Wolf Rong guard who was trying to close the camp gate, sending him and his weapon flying.

Behind them, dozens of elite riders from Ice City surged in like a flood bursting its banks!

With a clear objective, they ignored the sporadic resistance from both sides and headed straight for the largest tents and what appeared to be warehouses in the center of the camp.

The centaur raid successfully drew the attention of most of the garrison. By the time the deputy commander discovered that the south gate had been breached and an elite enemy force had broken into the heart of the camp, it was too late.

Xiao Yunlan led his troops to rampage through the camp, crushing any small resistance they encountered with overwhelming force, and adding fuel to the fire whenever they saw one.

They set fire to more tents, found areas where provisions were stored, and didn't hesitate to throw torches and pour oil on them.

The towering flames illuminated half the sky, completely shattering the last will of resistance of the Wolf Rong defenders.

"Run! The camp has been captured!"

"The centaurs are here! So many centaurs!"

"Lord Wugu has been defeated!"

Desperate cries echoed throughout the camp.

Seeing their central army attacked and their supplies burned, and hearing the rumors that "Wugu has been defeated," the morale of the Langrong garrison completely collapsed.

Except for a few die-hards who were still putting up a stubborn resistance, most of the Langrong soldiers and almost all the jackal servants began to scatter and flee, or simply kneel down and surrender.

At this moment, Tal's centaur cavalry also broke through the camp walls from the east and north, combing through the fleeing enemy like a comb, and shooting down the leaders who tried to organize a resistance or escape one by one.

The battle turned into a one-sided pursuit of the defeated and the mopping up of the remaining enemy forces.

As the first hint of dawn appeared on the horizon, the Wolf Rong camp on the north bank of the Shuofeng Plain had completely changed hands.

Most of the tents and supplies were burning fiercely, billowing black smoke. The camp was littered with the corpses of wolf-men and jackals, as well as dejected prisoners.

The wolf-head banner symbolizing the Black Claw tribe was torn down and trampled on in the muddy snow.

Xiao Yunlan stood before the still-smoking ruins of the central command tent, leaning on his sword, gazing towards the direction of Ice City.

The siege, which had lasted for months, finally ended that night with the death of Wugu and the breaching of the Langrong camp.

After Zhao Meng and Tieshan finished tallying up the initial results, they ran over excitedly to report: "Captain! According to preliminary statistics, we killed about eighty of the Lang Rong soldiers left behind, captured more than thirty, and took more than two hundred jackal prisoners!"

We captured some intact armor and arrows. Most importantly, in the ice cellar underground in the camp, we discovered their grain reserves, which had been transported from the rear during the siege. Although we burned some of it, the remaining amount was roughly estimated to be nearly a thousand bushels! There was also a considerable amount of dried meat and salt!

Xiao Yunlan nodded, but there was not much joy on his face, only a sense of relief and exhaustion.

He turned to the approaching Centurion Tal and solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute: "The success of this battle is entirely due to the great assistance of Centurion Tal and the centaur warriors. I, Xiao, thank you."

The Northern Border Merchant Guild will definitely raise and deliver the previously agreed-upon nine thousand shi of grain as scheduled.

Furthermore, your unit may take 30% of the food and supplies captured in the camp as a bonus for this reward.

Tal laughed heartily and patted Xiao Yunlan's shoulder hard, almost making the injured Xiao Yunlan stumble: "Captain Xiao, you're too kind! We fought side by side to kill the enemy, so we're friends!"

"We'll deliver the grain as agreed. As for these spoils, we'll take two-tenths; you can keep the rest for repairs and defense. Who knows, we might have to deal with each other more often in Shuofeng Plain in the future!"

Xiao Yunlan also revealed a sincere smile: "That is indeed my wish. I and Wangbei Fort will remember the friendship between the centaur tribes today."

At that moment, both sides quickly cleared the battlefield, distributed the spoils of war, and dealt with the prisoners. The horsemen, along with some jackal prisoners who were willing to surrender, rode away in the morning mist as swiftly as they had come, returning to their own territories.

Xiao Yunlan then ordered that the captured grain and supplies be transported back to Bingcheng as soon as possible.

Among the captured Langrong, those who committed heinous crimes or were stubborn enough to die were executed, while the rest were temporarily kept in custody and used as forced laborers.

The captured jackals were placed elsewhere, perhaps for other uses in the future.

When the convoy, laden with spoils and victorious soldiers, returned to Wangbeibao Ice City in a grand procession as the sun rose, the garrison on the city walls, who had been eagerly awaiting their return, erupted in thunderous cheers.

The city gates swung open, and Steward Wu led the soldiers and civilians who remained behind to rush out and welcome the hero's return.

The siege that had lasted for months was finally dispelled by the sunshine of victory.

The city of Harbin was filled with a long-lost, almost frenzied, festive atmosphere.

The fire burned even brighter, and the porridge simmering in the pot emitted a rare, rich aroma of grains. Everyone even received a small piece of salted meat that had been captured and had a smoky flavor.

However, the atmosphere inside the main tent was slightly different from the jubilation outside.

Xiao Yunlan removed the blood-stained Xuanjiao soft armor and changed into a clean blue casual outfit. The wound on his left leg had been cleaned, treated, and bandaged by the physician.

He sat behind the desk, listening calmly to the detailed reports from Zhao Meng, Tieshan, Steward Wu, and others.

"...The city's garrison, including the soldiers who returned from this attack, currently has a total of 287 combat-ready men, of whom 93 are wounded and 21 are seriously injured and require long-term recuperation."

"The total number of fallen soldiers since the defense of the city has reached 109. The list is here." Zhao Meng's voice was somewhat low as he placed a scroll of plain silk covered with names on the table.