Young White Horse: The Poison Sword Master of the Wen Family, Shocking the Apocalypse

On the fourth day, the siege began.

Lei Mengsha personally led three thousand elite troops, pushing ladders and battering rams, and charged towards the city wall amidst a hail of arrows.

The fight lasted from dawn until noon.

Rolling logs, boulders, hot oil... the defenders on the city walls used all the defensive equipment available.

The Northern Army climbed the city walls several times, but was repelled each time by the fearless Pofeng Army.

Lei Mengsha was overseeing the battle from below the city walls. Seeing his soldiers fall one by one, his eyes turned red with rage. He was about to personally join the fray when Xun Yichuan held him back tightly.

"Dream Killer! Enough! If we keep fighting, we'll suffer huge losses!"

Lei Mengsha looked at the piles of corpses below the city wall, spat out a mouthful of saliva, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Sound the retreat!"

In this battle, the Northern Army suffered more than two thousand casualties and returned empty-handed.

At night, Lei Mengsha sat in the main tent, looking at the casualty figures in the military report, remaining silent.

Xun Yichuan lifted the curtain and came in, whispering, "The scouts report that Baili Luochen's main force is still in the Panzhou area and shows no signs of moving north."

Lei Mengsha raised his head, his eyes bloodshot: "Old Xun, do you think... if we fight like this, can we really hold back Baili Luochen? I feel like this old Marquis doesn't care about Hanzhong at all!"

“He definitely cares!” Xun Yichuan affirmed. “If Hanzhong falls, the gateway to Shu will be wide open. He simply believes that the 10,000 Pofeng Army soldiers inside Hanzhong can hold it!”

"Then let's keep defending!" Lei Mengsha slammed his fist on the table. "Tomorrow I'll keep cursing! Keep attacking! I, Lei Mengsha, refuse to believe that the Breaking Wind Army can keep enduring this forever!"

Meanwhile, atop the city walls of Hanzhong, the deputy commander guarding the city was deep in thought, gazing at the encampment of the Beili army to the north of the city.

A burly captain silently walked up behind him, hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help but say:

"General, the Northern Li army is already at its last gasp after attacking the city today. If we take advantage of the night to launch a surprise attack on their camp..."

"Do you want the Marquis to cut off my head, or yours?" The deputy commander guarding the city asked without turning his head.

"But……"

"No buts!" The lieutenant slowly turned around, his eyes showing the composure of someone who had been through many battles. "The more frantically Lei Meng kills, the more it shows that Xiao Ruofeng needs time elsewhere! If we stay here and don't move, that is the greatest victory."

He gazed at the endless rows of fires lit by the Northern Li army camps outside the city, his voice low and deep:

"Let them curse, let them attack. This battle... has only just begun. The Northern Li army clearly has 200,000 men, but Lei Mengsha's force has less than 60,000. The main force must be under the command of the Prince of Langya!"

……

Meanwhile, seven hundred miles away, in Fuzhou.

Ye Xiaoying stood atop the city wall of Fuzhou, gazing south.

Behind him were 10,000 remnants of the army that had just been gathered, plus 10,000 elite troops from the Double Swords Battalion who had come by water, totaling 20,000 men.

The battle of Chaisang was extremely frustrating.

The 40,000-strong army was ambushed halfway by more than 5,000 Broken Wind Army soldiers. Even though Ye Xiaoying personally led the Double Blade Battalion to provide support, more than half of them were still lost.

The deputy general who led the troops had acted rashly and had been demoted to a foot soldier, but the losses of the Northern Army were already irreparable.

After Ye Xiaoying fought desperately to repel the Chaisang City Pofeng Army that was pursuing him, he gathered the defeated soldiers and headed southeast until he finally entered Fuzhou City, which was then under the control of Beili.

"General!" He Qingshan, the commander of the Double-Blade Battalion, stepped forward and asked, "Brothers, have you finished resting? When shall we depart?"

Ye Xiaoying withdrew his gaze, his voice icy: "Now!"

"Now? Where do we go then?"

"Qiandong City!"

Ye Xiaoying said slowly and deliberately, "Baili Luochen's lair, Wen Yanzhao's drug-infused people... they're all there! I want to see if those three thousand drug-infused people are really as terrifying as the legends say."

Wang Meng hesitated, "General, we only have a little over 20,000 men left who can take up arms and fight. Qiandong City is sure to be heavily guarded. If we go..."

“I know this journey is fraught with danger!” Ye Xiaoying interrupted him, turning to look at his soldiers. “But His Highness entrusted me with the most difficult part, because he believes I, Ye Xiaoying, can turn the world upside down!”

He raised his voice, which carried throughout the city walls: "Brothers! Have you forgotten the shame of Chaisang?"

"We haven't forgotten!" the soldiers of the Double Blade Battalion roared in unison.

"The Windbreaker Army ambushed us and killed so many of our brothers. Should we avenge them?"

"Report! Report! Report!"

The roar was deafening.

Ye Xiaoying nodded in satisfaction: "Alright! Then let's go to Qiandong City and head straight for Baili Luochen's lair! Let the Pofeng Army know that the men of Beili are not to be trifled with!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The 20,000-strong army was in high spirits.

Ye Xiaoying mounted his horse, his long sword pointing south:

"set off!"

The sound of horses' hooves shook the earth as the army marched out of Fuzhou and headed straight for Qiandong City.

Ye Xiaoying knew in his heart that this journey would be fraught with peril, with only a nine-out-of-ten chance of death.

But he knew even better that Xiao Ruofeng entrusted him with the most difficult task because he trusted him.

He cannot betray this trust.

Even if the road ahead is fraught with danger, Ye Xiaoying will still brave it.

……

The central command tent of the Panzhou (present-day Liupanshui, Guizhou) camp.

Baili Luochen frowned as he looked at the latest military report.

In Hanzhong, Lei Mengsha's first attack on the city failed, and he retreated back to his camp, leaving behind the corpses of more than two thousand Northern Li soldiers.

In Juzhou, Xiao Ruofeng has harassed the city for three consecutive nights, and launched a strong attack tonight. Sheng Yanwei is holding the city firmly, so there is not much of a problem.

Ye Xiaoying's forces were ambushed by the Pofeng Army stationed outside Chaisang City, suffering more than half of their losses. Now, 20,000 troops remain in Fuzhou City to regroup, and it is estimated that they will still have designs on Qiandong City!

The three armies moved in different directions, but their purpose was clear—to disrupt his plans and force him to divide his forces.

"My lord," Deputy General Chen Dunru whispered, "Xiao Ruofeng's strategy is an open one. If we divide our forces to rescue Hanzhong, the pressure on Juzhou will be greatly reduced."

If we send reinforcements to Juzhou, Hanzhong will be in danger; if we turn our attention back to defend Qiandong, a breach will appear in the southwestern defense line…

"What a fine Prince of Langya! What a fine young gentleman! Heh... In Beili, he's probably the only one who can mount a horse and stand up to the old man. It's a pity that in my eyes, Prince of Langya is still too naive!"

"Whether it's an open scheme or a conspiracy, let them come at me a hundred times, I'll just keep going!" Baili Luochen said slowly.

He then walked to the map and pointed to the location of Panzhou.

"Xiao Ruofeng wants me to divide my forces, but I refuse!"

A shrewd glint flashed in Baili Luochen's eyes as he waved his hand and gave the order:

"Send word to Sheng Yanwei: if Juzhou City can be defended, then defend it; if it cannot be defended, retreat to Zhenfeng Silver Mine. The silver mine's fortifications are interconnected, and there are underground tunnels that can be used to transport ore."

Moreover, the Zhenfeng Silver Mine has abandoned the plains, leaving only the veins in the hills. Xiao Ruofeng's force is mostly cavalry, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack. I believe Sheng Yanwei can completely hold off Xiao Ruofeng's main force!

"That Hanzhong..."

"Hanzhong is not important!" Baili Luochen shook his head. "Lei Mengsha is a man, he can be a vanguard general, but if you want him to deploy troops and conquer cities and territories, he is not quite up to the task!"

Several attacks on the city yielded no progress, and more than two thousand men were lost in vain, which clearly shows that he cannot get past Hanzhong in a short time!

Upon hearing this, Chen Dunru pondered for a moment, then stepped forward and whispered in his ear, "My lord, I am still a little worried! Young Master Wen has already made over three thousand drug-making figures; this is no small force."

Moreover, the young master has already instructed you to send someone back to Qiandong, in case the Prince of Langya and his men find out the details of the drug user…”

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