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

Mudi Prefecture, Mudi City.

This place is not as famous as Dandong. It was originally a city of Bohai Kingdom and was later occupied by Goryeo.

During the Huan Dynasty, the Central Plains court established the Andong Protectorate here, which was later abolished.

But as a famous town in Liaodong, this place is still a must-fight place.

A brutal siege had just taken place here, and the bloodstains that had not yet dried on the city walls indicated that the battle would not be over for long.

He Conglong, dressed in black armor, staggered to a corpse, and swung the long sword in his hand to chop off the man's head.

Then, He Conglong bent down, picked up the head, tied a knot with his hair, and tied it around his waist.

After doing all this, He Conglong breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground gasping for breath.

The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the entire earth red, and also dyeing the piles of corpses red.

He Conglong sat on top of the pile of corpses, like a blood-soaked god of war.

The iron armor on his body was already tattered and stained with blood and mud. The long sword in his hand was still dripping with blood, and the sharp blade reflected a chilling light under the setting sun.

The Fengtian Army soldiers around him looked at him with awe in their eyes.

Just now, the enemy relied on the strong city defense to resist stubbornly. The Fengtian Army was unable to capture the city after a long siege and suffered heavy casualties.

At the critical moment, He Conglong led the charge and led his personal guards to charge into battle, killing dozens of enemy soldiers with his own hands, forcibly opening a gap in the enemy's resistance and completely defeating the enemy's resistance.

Even the enemy's general died under his sword, including the one whose head was just cut off.

Among the several generals of the Fengtian Army, each of them has real combat records, only He Conglong has been responsible for training new recruits and does not have enough combat records to support his position.

For this reason, He Conglong has been holding his breath, and this eastern expedition is the best opportunity to prove himself.

As Emperor Qing said, He Conglong is not weak, he just lacks an opportunity to prove himself.

Although He Conglong did not come up with any earth-shattering strategies during the attack on Mudi City, his command was steady and he captured this fortified city at the lowest cost.

He Conglong always remembered Li Che's instructions, and only started to take off his armor after he had rested enough.

The personal guards at the side hurried forward to help.

As soon as he took off the armor, patches of blood and dirt were exposed.

The bodyguards took out water bags to help wash. The clean water fell on his skin, and He Conglong said nothing.

After a while, the blood and dirt were washed away, revealing a dozen wounds of varying sizes underneath.

Among them were stab wounds, impact wounds, and even bruises caused by blunt force injuries.

Seeing such injuries, the bodyguards gasped and their eyes turned red.

He Conglong glanced at them and scolded them in a low voice: "Why are you crying? I am not dead yet."

The guard sobbed, "General, just leave the charge to us. Why do you have to take the risk yourself?"

"What are you talking about? Even if Your Highness is a daughter of a thousand gold, you would never cower behind soldiers in fear of fighting."

The soldier murmured aggrievedly, "Your Highness wouldn't be like you, leading the charge and charging up the city wall."

"Alright, stop talking about this." He Conglong interrupted, "Boil some water and some cloth, and bring some alcohol to bandage the wounds."

The medical battalion has a small number of personnel, and after the division of troops, each army can only be equipped with dozens of medical soldiers.

Therefore, the generals’ personal guards are needed to assist the medical battalion.

Soon, several large pots were set up in Mudi City to boil and disinfect bandages to bandage the wounded.

"General!"

Yelu He, a burly man, donned a helmet and armor. He quickly walked up to He Conglong and saluted. "General, this city has been completely captured, and the remaining enemy troops have been completely eliminated!"

Now Yelu He has declared his allegiance to Li Che, and is the most loyal among all the vassal generals.

Yelu Dahe's act of killing his family to establish his authority completely pushed this famous Khitan general to Fengguo.

Yelu He was full of energy and had only one thought in his mind: to return to Khitan, kill Yelu Daha, and avenge his family.

Hearing Yeluhe's voice, He Conglong slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the battlefield around him, and said in a deep voice: "What are the casualties?"

"General, in this battle, more than 800 of our soldiers were killed and more than a thousand were injured." There was a hint of heaviness in Yelu He's voice.

He Conglong was silent for a moment, stood up from the pile of corpses, and looked down at the blood-stained land beneath his feet.

He took a deep breath and said, "Pass the order down. Bury the fallen soldiers with honor, repair the city defenses, and properly accommodate the wounded."

"Also, you are not allowed to indiscriminately kill the civilians in the city. Anyone who disobeys this order will be executed immediately!"

"Understood!" Yelu He accepted the order.

Yelu He took the order and began to command the soldiers to clean up the battlefield, treat the wounded, and count the spoils.

Just then, He Conglong heard a series of horse hoof sounds coming from outside the city gate.

He Conglong looked down at the city and saw a scout coming on horseback, shouting something, and the soldiers all dodged away.

He Conglong suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, as the news brought by this scout did not seem to be good news.

The scout pulled the reins in front of He Conglong, dismounted, knelt on one knee, and said urgently:

"Report! General, enemy traces have been detected in the rear!"

He Conglong frowned and asked in a deep voice, "How many troops are there? Which direction are they coming from?"

"General, the enemy has about 10,000 cavalrymen, coming from the northwest. Judging from their flags... they look like Heishui Mohe cavalrymen!" The scout's voice trembled slightly.

Heishui Mohe?

He Conglong was shocked.

The Heishui Mohe were also Mohe people, but unlike the Mohe tribes that Fengguo had encountered before, the Heishui Mohe were more powerful.

They were the ancestors of the Jurchens of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and were barbaric and warlike.

During this time and space, the ethnic form of the Heishui Mohe was still undetermined and had not yet developed into the more powerful Jurchen people.

Jurchen is also a general term, which is divided into raw Jurchen and cooked Jurchen.

The Jurchens refer to the Jurchens who were conquered and assimilated by the Khitans. They were the Khitans' lackeys, with a higher level of civilization but having lost their fighting instincts.

The Jurchens were completely different. They lived outside the rule of the Khitans, maintained a relatively primitive lifestyle, and even ate raw meat and drank blood.

It is precisely because of this that the Jurchens retained the original wildness of human beings. They were extremely ferocious in battle, like wild beasts, and had extremely strong combat effectiveness.

The descendants of the Heishui Mohe are the main body of the Shengnuzhen.

The Heishui Mohe were once conquered by Goryeo and relied on Goryeo for their livelihood. They voluntarily became Goryeo's vassal and often accepted Goryeo's mercenary combat.

At this moment, this group of killer soldiers are approaching Mudi City, they must be enemies, not friends.

Almost as the scout finished his words, a deafening sound of horse hooves came from afar, echoing between heaven and earth like muffled thunder.

The earth began to tremble, as if some huge monster was approaching.

He Conglong's face changed and he looked up suddenly.

I saw dust flying in the northwest, and a dark mass was coming like a tide.

It turned out to be the cavalry of the Heishui Mohe!

They were dressed in animal skins, armed with scimitars, spears, and even wooden sticks. Like evil spirits from hell, they charged towards the Fengtian Army with great momentum!

"Enemy attack!" He Conglong shouted, drawing the sword from his waist and holding it high. "All soldiers, prepare to meet the enemy!"

The Fengtian Army soldiers had just rested for a short time. They gritted their teeth and stood up from the ground, enduring the pain all over their bodies and climbed up to the defensive position on the city wall.

"Close the city gate, close the city gate!" someone shouted.

"We can't close it!" Yelu He hurriedly stopped him and looked at He Conglong who was not far away. "General, there are still some siege weapons outside the city."

"We can abandon the battering rams, ladders, and crossbows, but we absolutely cannot let those mortars fall into the hands of the enemy!"

When the troops were divided, He Conglong and Jie An each took away several mortars for use in siege.

Even a vassal general like Yelu He knew that the biggest secret of the Fengtian Army was the various firearms.

Those mortars may look unremarkable, but they are more important than the lives of these generals.

Small-caliber mortars are relatively easy to carry, but large and medium-caliber mortars are extremely heavy and cannot be moved by human power, so they must be pulled by oxen and horses.

Less than half an hour had passed since the city was captured, and there was no time to bring the mortars back into the city.

"Fuck you!" He Conglong cursed like a king, turned around and looked at the guards, "The guards battalion, follow me! Anyone from the other battalions who can stand, come here too!"

After saying that, he picked up his long sword and ran towards the city gate.

The guards behind him held his armor and chased him, shouting anxiously: "General, put on armor, put on armor!"

Yelu He, who was standing by, saw this scene and gritted his teeth: "From the Barbarian Battalion, follow me!"

As a surrendered general, Yelu He knew very well that he had to fight for his identity and status.

The Heishui Mohe were coming in full force, and the battle was extremely dangerous. He could certainly just watch from behind to save his life.

But if he really did that, even if he survived by chance, he would lose Li Che's trust in him.

It’s better to give it a try. If you can survive, you can gain a firm foothold in Fengguo!

A group of Fengtian Army soldiers followed He Conglong and Yelu He and ran out of the city gate.

As the cavalry swept in from afar, several mortars were slowly moving into the city, pulled by pack horses.

He Conglong shouted in a low voice: "Form a formation!"

After the bloody battle, the Fengtian Army had too many wounded soldiers and its organization was incomplete, so it was definitely unable to form a complex formation.

They could only form the simplest square formation, with shields in front, spears in the back, and the remaining skirmishers at the end.

The archers climbed to the highest point of the city wall and looked down from above.

He Conglong stood at the center of the formation, looking at the sea of ​​Mohe cavalry approaching closer and closer, and his heart suddenly sank.

Too many people!

There were over ten thousand cavalrymen, endless.

Even though these barbarians were poorly equipped and mostly wore animal skins, some of them didn't even have stirrups or saddles.

The weapons in their hands were either rusty machetes or a small gun head tied to a wooden pole.

But this overwhelming power alone is enough to frighten people.

What's more, the number of Fengtian troops who went out of the city to meet the enemy was only 3,000.

Before He Conglong could think about it, the Mohe cavalry in the front had already charged towards him. He could even smell a disgusting stench coming towards him.

"Raise your shield and meet the enemy!" He Conglong roared.