We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

"Drive! Drive! Drive!"

A thousand cavalrymen inserted from the side, and the deputy general accurately found the gap and crossed the battlefield like a scalpel.

The cavalrymen were all holding blunt instruments such as bone clubs, clamps, and leaf hammers, with their eyes as sharp as torches, pointing directly at the Fengtian Army's artillery positions.

Although the artillery on the position did not roar, the cavalry still felt frightened. They were like sleeping ancient beasts that could spew out flames that devour everything at any time.

The Goryeo deputy general was riding on a warhorse with a frown on his face.

He felt a little uneasy in his heart - the journey was too smooth, and the Fengtian Army did not even send a single soldier to stop them.

These thousand cavalrymen charged into the enemy formation as if they were in an empty space, and not far in front of them were those terrifying weapons.

Behind the artillery position was the king's flag.

Even if the Feng people were unable to provide assistance in time and gave up these siege weapons, they wouldn't give up on King Feng as well, right?

The deputy general glanced around, and apart from the sound of wind and horse hooves, there was no other movement.

However, this silence made him feel an invisible oppression, as if there was some dangerous atmosphere in the air.

At this time, the Goryeo cavalry was only a hundred steps away from the artillery position.

Suddenly, a loud horn sounded in the Fengtian Army camp, which startled the deputy general so much that his hair stood on end and his heart sank.

Immediately afterwards, a group of soldiers wearing exquisite leather armor lined up from behind the artillery, their steps in step and their eyes stern.

Their leather armor glowed dark red in the setting sun, as if stained with blood.

The deputy general's pupils shrank slightly.

These soldiers held not swords but dark sticks in their hands.

He was confused, but didn't have time to think about it.

At the command of a young general, the soldiers in leather armor quickly formed three rows of troops.

At the young general's command, the soldiers in the first row all raised the black sticks in their hands in unison, their movements were uniform, as if they had been trained thousands of times.

"Release!" Hua Ying's voice exploded like thunder.

In an instant, white smoke gushed out from the front end of the black stick, accompanied by a deafening roar.

The deputy general's eardrums seemed to be ripped apart, and the world before him was shrouded in white smoke. Then, countless tiny black shadows shot out from the smoke, like the scythe of the god of death.

Countless strange sounds of breaking through the air came to my ears.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

The cavalrymen in the front row fell off their horses one after another before they could react.

Lead bullets streaked through the air, effortlessly tearing through their armor and burrowing deep into their flesh.

The war horses neighed, men and horses fell to the ground, and blood dyed the earth red.

Although the deputy general was in the center of the team, he still felt a chill in his ears. He reached out to touch them, but found nothing.

He lowered his palms and spread them out in front of his eyes, only to see his hands full of boiling blood, with white steam rising in the cold air.

Yizier's mind went blank. What he saw was completely beyond his knowledge and imagination.

He couldn't figure out what that black stick was. Was it some kind of hidden weapon? But how could a hidden weapon fly so far?

Before he could react, Hua Ying in the distance had already issued a second round of instructions.

"Get down! Reload!"

The gunners in the first row quickly squatted down and began to load ammunition with skillful movements.

At the same time, the second row of gunners had raised their muskets and aimed at the remaining cavalry.

"Second column, release!" Hua Ying's voice sounded again.

The second row of muskets fired in unison, and white smoke filled the air again.

Lead bullets poured out like a rainstorm, smashing the already chaotic cavalry into pieces.

The deputy general only heard a constant whistling sound in his ears, and his companions fell one after another.

His horse was also hit, fell to the ground with a neigh, and threw him heavily to the ground.

"Third row, fire!" Hua Ying's voice was cold and ruthless.

The gunners in the third row raised their muskets and fired a final volley.

On the battlefield, there were only the neighing of war horses and the groans of the wounded.

The lieutenant struggled to get up from the ground. His chest was hit by several lead bullets, and blood stained his armor red.

His vision began to blur, and all he could hear was the cold commands of the young Fengtian Army officer.

"Reload! Prepare for the next round!"

The officer's voice rang out again, and the gunners quickly reloaded their ammunition, their movements smooth and skillful.

The deputy general raised his head with difficulty and looked at the Fengtian Army's position.

The white smoke gradually dissipated, and the Fengtian Army's gunners still stood in the same place with cold eyes, as if the massacre just now was just a daily training.

A feeling of powerlessness surged in his heart, and he finally understood why the Fengtian Army did not set up any obstacles along the way.

They have already set up a tight net, just waiting for you to fall into it.

Is this the King Feng of Daqing?

All his companions were killed. Even though a few cavalrymen managed to escape the bullets, their mounts had already been frightened and ran away from the battlefield.

The deputy general's eyes were filled with despair, his armor had long been torn to pieces, and blood oozed from the wound on his shoulder, staining half of his body red.

My breathing was rapid and heavy, as if every breath I took was accompanied by a knife-like pain.

He knew that he was powerless to save the situation, but even so, he still used up his last bit of strength and raised the spear high in his hand.

The spear trembled slightly in his hand, as if carrying his last bit of loyalty and obsession.

His gaze passed through the chaotic battlefield, passed the dense muskets of the Shenji Camp in the front row, passed the smoke and flames of the artillery positions, and finally stopped on the neat formation of the imperial guards in the distance.

There, Li Che's figure was vaguely visible, indifferent and calm.

"Go!" The deputy general growled, and the spear flew out of his hand, cutting through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

The spear flew across the battlefield like a black lightning.

Its trajectory is clear and straight, as if carrying some unstoppable force.

The soldiers of the Shenjiying Camp in the front row looked up and took a look.

The spear continued to fly, passing over the artillery position. The gunners didn't even stop what they were doing, but just glanced sideways and let it pass over their heads.

The spear began to fall, but its speed did not slow down at all.

Its target is clear - the center of the army formation, where Li Che is!

Li Che stood in the center of the imperial guards' column, wearing a red cloak and with a stern expression.

His eyes were always fixed on the front, as if he was completely unaware of the flying spear.

The same was true for the bodyguards. They stood straight, with their spears motionless, like statues.

The spear fell rapidly, and the wind whistled.

A guard in the front row raised his head slightly, frowning under his visor.

His eyes swept over the spear's trajectory, but he remained calm. He moved his toes back half an inch, his movements so light that they were barely noticeable.

Clang——

The spear stabbed heavily into the ground, sending ice and dirt flying everywhere, landing on the guards' trouser legs.

The tip of the gun was less than half an inch away from his toes, leaving a deep dent in the ground.

The guard glanced down, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly under his visor.

In the distance, the deputy general's eyes were still fixed on Li Che until the last moment.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, as if he was mocking, or as if he was sighing.

Li Che heard the voice, but still did not turn around. He just said lightly: "Hua Ying, deal with him."

Hua Ying's ears moved, and he slowly took out a carved bow from behind.

As one of the best marksmen in the Fengtian Army, although he was in charge of the Shenji Camp, he still felt more comfortable using bows and arrows.

Hua Ying bent the bow and drew the arrow, then relaxed his fingers.

An arrow whizzed out and hit the deputy general's throat, with the bloody arrowhead protruding more than half an inch.

The deputy general's body trembled and he slowly fell down.

At the same time, the Goryeo military flag behind him slowly fell in the smoke.

The battlefield returned to calm.

The first confrontation between muskets and cavalry ended with the muskets unilaterally crushing the opponent.

The Goryeo cavalry was completely wiped out, and the Shenji Camp suffered zero casualties!

"Your Highness." Wang Sanchun ran back breathlessly, "Are you okay?"

"What can happen to me?" Li Che shook his head. "What are the casualties?"

"More than twenty people died, and less than three hundred were injured, both minor and serious." Wang Sanchun replied truthfully.

Li Che nodded.

There will inevitably be casualties in hand-to-hand combat. Even if the enemy has collapsed, there will be a dying counterattack.

This group of new recruits was lucky to have such a small casualty ratio in one battle.

"Gather the fallen soldiers carefully, record them in a book, and engrave them on the Chaoyang Monument after returning to the army." Li Che instructed.

"Yes!" Wang Sanchun bowed and asked, "Your Highness, do you want to continue the attack? I think the Korean army can't hold on any longer."

The name "Goryeo Bangzi" was said by Li Che accidentally, and was remembered by the generals. Like the Northeastern accent, it quickly spread throughout the army.

Li Che shook his head: "Can you use your brain, what is our strategy?"

"Uh...surround the enemy and attack the reinforcements?" Wang Sanchun touched the back of his head.

"Yeah, we're going to surround the point and attack the reinforcements. If you've eaten up the point, how can we attack the reinforcements?"

Wang Sanchun smiled awkwardly: "Then...should we withdraw our troops?"

"No rush." ​​Li Che smiled, "Go! Send someone to the city. I want to talk to the commander."

. . . . . .

On the top of the city wall, the wind was freezing cold, and Jin Yihuan's figure was like a stone sculpture, frozen in the icy air.

His eyes were fixed on the battlefield below the city, which was dead silent.

Corpses were scattered all over the ground, and tattered flags fluttered weakly in the wind.

Most of those cavalrymen were his trusted men. Those once lively faces had now turned into cold corpses, scattered on the blood-stained land.

Jin Yihuan's hands were tightly gripping the bricks of the city wall, and his fingertips turned white from the force.

His eyes swept across the battlefield and finally stopped at the neat formation of Fengtian Army in the distance.

The Fengtian Army's flags flew high, and the soldiers stood solemnly like a forest. Looking from the city, their formations were square and neat, as if cut by a knife.

The gap, Jin Yihuan felt at this moment that the gap between the Goryeo Army and the Fengtian Army seemed to be as different as heaven and earth.

Even if the Fengtian Army did not have such horrific firearms, his own army would definitely not be their match.

After commanding troops for several years, Jin Yihuan had never felt so desperate.

Just then, the sound of horse hooves came from the foot of the city.

Jin Yihuan lowered his head slightly and saw a small group of Fengtian Army cavalry slowly approaching.

They held scepters in their hands, and their armor shone coldly in the sunlight.

The leading cavalryman raised his head and looked towards the top of the city wall. His voice was loud and clear: "The general of Goryeo in the city, under the king's order, wishes to see you."

Jin Yihuan's brows moved slightly, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the edge of the wall, as if weighing something.

After a moment, he slowly spoke, his voice low and hoarse: "Prince Feng... wants to see me?"

The cavalryman nodded, his tone reserved yet commanding. "Indeed, I obey the king's orders: this battle is over. The general is a renowned Goryeo general. Why waste more lives? How about a meeting to discuss the aftermath?"

Jin Yihuan was silent for a moment, and his eyes swept across the battlefield below the city again.

Countless emotions surged in his heart - anger, unwillingness, grief, and even a hint of indescribable relief.

What is this? Sympathy?

Could it be that the king believed that he was a coward and wanted to persuade him to surrender?

Finally, he took a deep breath, slowly loosened his clenched fists, and said in a low but firm voice:

"Okay, I'd like to meet King Feng!"