Please call me Your Majesty!

Chapter 276: Selling out teammates again

At this time, the vanguard of the Northern Di cavalry had approached the city wall and began to build ladders and attack the city.

The heavy ladders were carried by dozens of Beidi soldiers, and they crawled towards the city wall like giant pythons in the night.

Under the moonlight, the armor reflected a cold light, and the sound of combat boots stepping on the ground was like thunder. The soldiers in the front row held up heavy shields, and the arrows on the city wall hit them with dense thumping sounds.

Although they also prepared some siege equipment, their power and proficiency were far inferior to those of the defenders of Xueyuan Pass.

The Beidi's catapults were not well operated, and the stones landed randomly. Some of them even almost hit their own team, causing chaos.

In contrast, the defenders of Xueyuan Pass cooperated well with each other, and each movement was clean and neat, culminating in long-term training.

Beidi could suppress the defenders on the city wall with a rain of arrows, but he had no way to deal with Wei Bing and others who were operating the trebuchets behind the city wall. Wei Bing stood next to the trebuchet, his face covered with dust, but he could not hide the brilliance in his eyes. He kept adjusting the angle, quickly calculating the distance and strength, and his voice was steady and powerful: "Deflect three inches to the left, OK, release it like this!"

With the anchor points marked in advance, Wei Bing directly ordered all the catapults to focus on attacking one target.

More than a dozen catapults roared at the same time. Huge stone bullets streaked across the night sky, casting terrifying shadows in the moonlight.

The Beidi soldiers looked at the sky in horror. Some even forgot to hide and just stood there stupidly.

It only takes one round after another to knock down a catapult of the Northern Di. Although the stone bullets are not accurate enough, the number can make up for the lack of accuracy.

Among dozens of stone bullets, there will always be one that hits the target.

Wood chips and iron pieces flew everywhere. A Beidi operator was pierced through the chest by a flying wooden spike and nailed to the pillar behind him. Blood slowly flowed down the wooden pillar.

It didn't take long for more than half of the Northern Di's trebuchets to break down, leaving only four or five that could barely work. The surviving trebuchet operators were trembling with fear, and every launch was like a gamble of life.

In fact, Murong Dayu didn't expect that their catapults would be of any use.

He stood on the high ground at the back, watching the catapults being destroyed one by one with cold eyes, his face showing no emotion at all. The deputy general beside him couldn't help but want to say something, but was stopped by his eyes.

This thing is enough as long as it can attract the firepower of Xueyuan Pass at the beginning of the battle, so that the Northern Di cavalry will suffer less losses before reaching the city wall.

He turned his head and looked at the city wall, where dozens of ladders had been set up, and Beidi soldiers were climbing up like ants. A sneer appeared on Murong Dayu's lips, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

A Northern Di cavalryman had just climbed up the city wall under attack.

There were two arrows stuck in his helmet and blood was flowing down his cheeks, but it could not hide the fanaticism in his eyes.

As soon as he gained his foothold, he couldn't wait to swing his scimitar, wanting to create a foothold for his companions who followed.

Suddenly, a tall figure like a giant bear was seen against the backdrop of torches.

The figure was twice as wide as an ordinary person, and the shadow it cast completely enveloped the Beidi soldier.

The light from the torch danced on his hideous face, and the constantly changing light of the torch made this man look like a bloodthirsty demon.

Li Batian's eyes glowed red in the firelight, with a cruel smile on his lips...

"Damn it, I've been glaring at you bunch of bastards for a long time, prepare to die!" Li Batian licked his tongue and grinned.

His voice was like thunder, causing pain in the eardrums of the Northern Di soldiers. As he spoke, Li Batian deliberately dragged his saber across the bricks, making a harsh friction sound and sparks flying everywhere.

The huge saber swept across, the blade cutting through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

The Northern Di soldiers instinctively raised their scimitars to block, but it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. The sabers easily cut off the scimitars and continued to advance with unabated force.

In an instant, the Beidi cavalry that had just climbed up was cut in half by Li Batian. The blade cut into the right waist and came out from the left rib, neatly splitting the body in half.

Viscera and blood gushed out, drawing a shocking fan-shaped line on the city wall. As the upper body slid down, the Northern Di soldier's face was still frozen with an expression of disbelief.

This strike seemed no different from usual. Li Batian deliberately slowed down his movements so that everyone could see clearly how he killed the enemy.

Li Batian strictly followed Chu Shizhao's instructions and used a lot of skill when he took action. He flicked his wrist lightly, and the saber vibrated at high speed the moment it hit the target.

The unfortunate Beidi cavalryman's entire body seemed to explode and shattered into pieces. Flesh and blood burst like fireworks, and broken bones and internal organs flew several feet away.

A piece of minced meat even hit the face of the climbing Beidi soldier. He wiped it off hastily, and without even looking at it, continued to climb up the city wall.

Blood and minced meat were thrown all over the city wall in the direction of the saber. Li Batian deliberately turned around to let the blood rain evenly spread around.

After killing three or four Northern Di cavalrymen in one place, Li Batian moved to another place to set up the ladders.

He deliberately took heavy steps, making his iron boots make dull sounds on the bricks.

With every step he took, the armor made a teeth-grinding friction sound, like the footsteps of death.

Following Chu Shizhao's instructions, Li Batian deliberately made the killings horrific and bloody. He deliberately chose the most brutal way to kill people, destroying the bodies beyond recognition.

Sometimes he would chop people in half and watch the upper body crawling on the ground. Sometimes he would cut off the limbs and turn the enemy into a human stick. There was one horrible time when he smashed the enemy's head with the back of his knife, and the brains splattered all over the ground.

The effect of this was obvious. The defenders on the city wall, who were originally a little panicked, gradually stabilized their position. Their hands holding their weapons no longer trembled, and their eyes became firm.

Although the Beidi Cavalry is still the Beidi Cavalry, their strength has not changed.

The battle-hardened warrior still climbed the ladder fearlessly, his scimitar glowing coldly in the moonlight.

But the mentality of the defenders had changed completely. After witnessing the scene of Li Batian easily slaughtering the Northern Di cavalry, the soldiers of Xueyuan Pass, whose morale had been somewhat shaken by Zhao Wenguang's anxious attitude, finally calmed down.

It’s not like they haven’t killed the Northern Di people before. They are just flesh and blood.

Even if the enemy has more people, it's no big deal.

Zhao Wenguang quickly noticed the subtle difference.

He stood high on the city wall, looking at the soldiers' straightened backs and determined eyes, and suddenly understood something.

The night wind blew his cloak and also blew away the fog in his heart. He took a deep breath, and the cold air made him completely sober.

"So that's how it is. I almost made a heinous mistake." Zhao Wenguang felt extremely remorseful.

When he thought about his performance just now, he wanted to slap himself in the face.

As a general, he was so anxious just because the enemy's actions were beyond his expectations.

This is definitely a taboo for a general. It is not too late to understand it now. He can still do one thing, which is to defend the city with his life to repay His Highness for his kindness.

Murong Dayu knew that attacking Xueyuan Pass would be very difficult.

He stood on the high ground at the rear, watching the fighting on the city wall with cold eyes. The moonlight shone on his gloomy face, outlining a knife-like outline.

The messengers around him kept running to report the battle situation, but none of them were good news.

Murong Dayu's fingers unconsciously fiddled with the reins, revealing his inner anxiety.

After all, the current defending general is Chu Shizhao, the fourth prince of the Zhou Dynasty.

Even so, seeing how difficult it was for the Northern Di cavalry to attack still made Murong Dayu very dissatisfied.

After a little thought, Murong Dayu quickly came up with an idea. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and a cruel arc appeared at the corner of his mouth. This expression made the deputy general beside him shudder, and he subconsciously took a half step back.

Murong Dayu waved his hand, and the deputy general hurried forward. His face changed drastically after hearing the order.

"Let the black-armored cavalry go into battle and tell them that this is their only chance to wash away their shame. If they fail to complete the mission, all of them will be charged with desertion and executed directly!" Murong Dayu's voice was icy and chilling, like the north wind in winter.

The deputy general swallowed his saliva, dared not say more, and hurried to pass the order. Soon, the silent black-armored cavalry began to gather.

The Black Armored Cavalry is Murong Ze's guard.

They were all clad in heavy black armor, and even their horses were covered in black scale armor. These elite among the elite had to be exceptionally silent at this moment, with only the dull sounds of armor colliding.

This battle is not only about honor, but also about life and death.

They were also wronged. After all, it was Murong Ze who led the charge and climbed up the city wall, but ended up dying at the hands of Chu Shizhao.

It’s not that they don’t want to protect the coach, but it’s simply too late.

The commander they needed to protect was killed by the enemy on the battlefield. This memory haunted every black-armored knight like a nightmare, keeping them awake at night.

Now they finally had a chance for revenge. The black-armored knights put on their helmets again, their eyes beneath their visors burning with flames of hatred.

This black torrent had just joined the Northern Di army attacking the city, and Chu Shizhao immediately felt the overwhelming fighting spirit.

The Black Armored Cavalry is more ferocious and more desperate than the ordinary Northern Di cavalry.

They completely disregarded their own safety and rushed towards the city wall like crazy. Some even jumped directly from their horses, grabbed the ladders and climbed up. The arrows shot into their heavy armor, leaving only shallow dents, which could not stop their advance at all.

It only took a short time for someone to climb up the city wall.

When the first black-armored knight climbed over the battlement, the defender's spear pierced his chest, but only a string of sparks flew out. He grabbed the spear with a wild laugh, pulled hard, pulled the defender over, and reaped a life with a single blow of his sword.

"Revenge for the general!" A black-armored cavalryman yelled, brandishing a scimitar and jumping onto the city wall to slash and kill desperately. His voice was hoarse and crazy, like a wounded beast.

The outburst of the Black Cavalry was sudden, and men from all over the city wall rushed up to the wall.

They leaped up from the ladders like black ghosts, and their heavy iron boots made dull sounds as they stepped on the bricks.

Under the moonlight, the black armor reflected a cold light, and the eyes through the gaps in the visor were full of murderous intent. As soon as a black-armored knight landed, he swung his double swords and spun around, the blades drew a deadly arc of light, forcing back the surrounding defenders.

However, as early as when they just joined the battlefield, Zhao Wenguang had already asked people to be on guard in advance.

Therefore, the sudden attack by the Black Armored Cavalry did not produce as good results as they had imagined.

Murong Dayu originally thought that the black-armored cavalry, fighting to the death, could tear open a gap like a sharp knife, but they were blocked by the defenders who were well prepared.

A black-armored knight had just chopped down a defender when he was stabbed by three spears at the same time. Although the armor blocked the fatal wound, he was pushed back repeatedly by the huge impact force and fell off the city wall with a scream.

The soldiers at Xueyuan Pass formed a battle formation and responded calmly, fighting the black-armored cavalry in a fierce battle.

Those newly promoted young soldiers, such as sergeants, have completely grown up and commanded calmly: "Three people in a group, shields in front, spears behind, if you don't want to die, keep the formation!"

The sounds of metal colliding, shouts of killing, and screams intertwined and echoed in the night sky. Blood soaked the bricks of the city, presenting an eerie dark red color under the moonlight.

Even so, the Black Armored Cavalry were firmly nailed to several city walls like nails, and did not retreat a single step no matter how the defenders attacked.

However, the soldiers of Xueyuan Pass surrounded them tightly, preventing them from expanding their victory.

On the battlefield, this situation is often the most cruel. There are no fancy tactics, no room for tricks, only the most primitive fight of life and death.

The cries of the wounded were drowned out by the shouts of killing, and the fallen bodies were soon trampled beyond recognition. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and sweat, which was nauseating but also made people more crazy.

Neither side has any room for maneuver and can only fill it with human lives.

The black-armored knight is particularly tenacious because he carries the mission of washing away the shame.

The defenders refused to give up an inch of land in order to defend their homeland.

Every inch of the city wall was soaked in blood, and every brick and stone witnessed the loss of countless lives. This tragic tug-of-war ultimately tested the limits of the will of both sides.

In the end, it all depends on who can hold on.

The battle was so brutal that even Chu Shizhao didn't notice it.

At some point, it seemed that their only enemies were the Black-Armored Cavalry; the ordinary Northern Di cavalry had been withdrawn behind the front line at some point.

This guy Murong Dayu actually used the same old tricks again.

Send other people's troops to die and consume the defenders' strength, while your own troops hide, reduce losses and wait for the opportunity.

The Black Armored Cavalry was fighting a desperate battle, but the soldiers guarding Xueyuan Pass had no reason to retreat.

The number of black-armored cavalry was not large, only about a thousand.

In addition, as they were the besieging party, their losses were extremely huge.

Half an hour later, most of the attacking black-armored cavalry had been killed or wounded.

"Humph, they are just a bunch of useless trash." Murong Dayu, who was watching the battle, snorted in dissatisfaction and ordered: "Shoot, strike indiscriminately."

(End of this chapter)