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

The moment He Conglong gave the order, a torrential rain of arrows began to fall.

Countless arrows fell on the front row of shields, making a clanging sound and making the shield soldiers' arms numb.

There were at least ten arrows stuck in one shield. Fortunately, Fengguo's shield was strong enough and was inlaid with iron sheets on the outside, so it was not penetrated by the arrows.

He Conglong looked through the gap in the shield and was immediately confused.

The Heishui Mohe were extremely poor. The arrows they shot were either made of bone or stone, and iron arrows were rarely seen.

Thanks to this, the Fengtian Army's formation remained motionless after enduring a rain of arrows.

I thought these cavalrymen would have to fire a few more rounds before charging forward.

However, He Conglong obviously underestimated the barbarity of the Heishui Mohe.

Seeing that bows and arrows were useless, the Mohe cavalry gave up long-range attacks and charged straight ahead, waving their weapons and shouting strangely.

Large groups of cavalry swept in like waves. In comparison, the Fengtian Army's formation was like a small boat drifting in the sea.

"Hold on, gun formation!" He Conglong ordered loudly.

The Fengtian Army's black gun array formed a steel jungle in front of the city gate, with the cold and sharp gun tips pointing outside the city, waiting for the charge of the Mohe cavalry.

On the city wall, the war drums were beating loudly, and the sound of the drums was like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of the soldiers defending the city.

The Mohe cavalry were getting closer and closer, their faces were ferocious and their eyes were flashing with bloodthirsty light.

Without any trial or hesitation, they rushed straight towards the Fengtian Army's gun formation at a breathtaking speed.

boom--

Rows of spears thrust out, pouring out like a rainstorm.

In an instant, countless spears pierced through human bodies and horses, causing a large blood mist to burst out.

The Mohe cavalry in the front row were pierced by spears and fell off their horses with screams, and their horses fell to the ground with mournful cries.

However, the cavalry behind showed no intention of slowing down. They continued to charge forward, stepping on the corpses of their companions.

The Mohe people were like trapped beasts who were not afraid of death. They would rather be penetrated by the spear array than give up the charge.

The city gate instantly turned into a hellish battlefield.

The collision of steel and flesh made a teeth-grinding sound; the screams, the neighing of war horses, and the clashing of weapons intertwined together, forming a symphony of death.

Even though the shield soldiers fought desperately, they were pushed back again and again by the huge impact force.

The Fengtian Army's spear formation was torn into pieces by the crazy attack of the Mohe cavalry.

The cavalry rushed in like a flood, waving their scimitars and killing indiscriminately.

Although the Fengtian Army soldiers fought bravely, they were gradually separated by the fierce attack of the Mohe cavalry and were forced to engage in a melee with the enemy.

A young Fengtian Army soldier was chopped to the ground by a Mohe cavalryman. Blood gushed out of his wound, staining the snow beneath him red.

He struggled to get up, but the iron hooves of the Mohe cavalry had already stepped on his chest, ruthlessly extinguishing the last flame of his life.

"Your Highness... I didn't embarrass you." The young soldier muttered, his arm falling weakly to the ground, his hand still tightly grasping the knife.

Another Fengtian Army soldier waved a spear and struggled to resist the attack of two Mohe cavalrymen.

His body was covered with wounds and blood was dripping down the gun barrel.

He stabbed with all his might, knocking one Mohe cavalryman off his horse, but another Mohe cavalryman's scimitar had already chopped off his head.

The Fengtian Army had just experienced a siege and was exhausted. Facing such a fierce enemy, they began to suffer large-scale casualties.

He Conglong had never seen such enemies before. They were primitive, barbaric, bloodthirsty, and even a little crazy.

Everyone was extremely ferocious, chopping with knives, hitting with hammers, poking with guns, and even biting with teeth and digging out eyes with fingers.

They are like natural born killers, every part of their body is a killing weapon, their attacks are steady, accurate and ruthless, leaving no way out.

The battle continued, and the fighting at the city gate became more and more brutal.

Although the Fengtian Army had a large number of soldiers, they were gradually divided and surrounded under the desperate attack of the Mohe cavalry and fell into a disadvantage.

He Conglong brandished a long sword and led his personal guards to fight desperately at the front.

His body was covered with wounds, but he still roared like a wounded beast.

"For the sake of the country! Kill!" He roared and swung his sword at a Mohe cavalryman.

The long sword drew a crescent line, a head was thrown high into the air, and the warhorse rushed to the rear with its headless owner.

He Conglong wiped the blood off his face, his eyes full of confusion.

He looked around and saw that although the Fengtian Army soldiers were elite, they gradually lost their formation and were divided and surrounded under the desperate attack of the Mohe cavalry.

This was the first time that the Fengtian Army was at a disadvantage in hand-to-hand combat.

Compared with the discipline of the Fengtian Army, the barbarity and bloodiness of the Heishui Mohe seemed more suitable for fighting to the death.

The battle in front of the city gate had reached a fever pitch. Both sides were so bloodthirsty that they completely forgot about life and death.

In order to cover the mortars entering the city, the Fengtian Army fought desperately, while the Mohe cavalry charged desperately to break through the city gates.

Finally, the last mortar disappeared behind the city gate.

When the soldiers on the tower saw this, they shouted in unison: "General, the mortars have entered the city, you can withdraw!"

He Conglong's face lit up with joy, but when he looked back, his expression suddenly froze.

He was killing so fiercely that the city gate was already more than a hundred steps behind him, out of reach.

I am now at the front line. If I retreat like this, the defense line will collapse instantly.

Even if they could successfully enter the city, the Mohe cavalry in the rear would hold on tightly, and the entire city would be in danger.

He Conglong swung his sword and cut an enemy who was rushing from the side into two pieces, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

He turned around and shouted to Yeluhe behind him, "Yelluhe, lead the brothers to evacuate in an orderly manner!"

"General, then you..." Yelu He said in surprise.

"General! You retreat first!" A personal guard roared, trying to pull He Conglong away.

"I am a loyal general! How can I escape from the battlefield!" He Conglong roared angrily and knocked to the ground several Mohe cavalrymen who rushed up.

"Don't say anything more, just follow orders!" He Conglong gritted his teeth, blocking the knife in front of him and roared, "Guards, follow me to cover the rear!"

"Here!"

Dozens of voices came from all directions, all of them were He Conglong's personal guards. They had been guarding He Conglong and blocking the attacks from behind for him.

Yeluhe's eyes were slightly red. He knew that this was not the time to be humble, so he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Retreat, retreat quickly!"

The Fengtian Army at the rear began to shrink its front and evacuate into the city.

The archers on the city wall were firing arrows crazily, trying to stop the enemy's attack, even though their fingers were cut by the bowstrings and bleeding.

The soldiers in the city dragged the wounded into the city with tears in their eyes.

They watched helplessly as He Conglong and his personal guards were surrounded by more and more Mohe cavalry, their hearts aching.

Of the four thousand Fengtian Army soldiers, only more than a thousand retreated into the city, and the remaining three thousand were buried forever outside the city gate.

Yelu He was the last one to walk into the city gate. He looked at He Conglong in the distance, opened his mouth but made no sound.

He knew that He Conglong would never come back.

"Close the city gate!" Yelu He looked at the soldiers guarding the gate and spoke with difficulty.

"But... General He is still outside." the soldier said in surprise.

"That's too late."

Yelu He looked at the Mohe people coming from all directions. They rushed towards the city gate frantically, and even if they were shot down by rain of arrows, they still continued to fight.

He Conglong's figure could no longer be seen, completely submerged in the crowd.

"What are you standing there for?" Yelu He roared, "Quickly close the city gates! Don't let General He and his men die in vain!"

"Yes!" The soldier cried inconsolably and pulled the city gate.

The heavy city gate slowly closed, isolating He Conglong and his personal guards, as well as the sounds of fighting outside the city forever.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

He Conglong was still fighting hard, his body covered in blood and he looked like a madman.

He didn't know how many enemies he had killed with his own hands, probably dozens.

But the enemies still came like a tide, as if endless.

He began to feel exhausted, and the long sword in his hand became heavy.

He Conglong knew that he was in a desperate situation.

His personal guards died in battle one by one beside him, and in the end he was left alone, facing the ferocious Mohe cavalry.

whoosh-

An arrow hit his arm, and He Conglong staggered and almost fell down. He had to stick his long sword into the snow to support his body.

Countless enemy troops rushed over and surrounded him in a circle.

He Conglong felt dizzy in front of his eyes, but he still tried hard not to fall asleep.

As a general, even if you die, you must stand and witness your own end with your own eyes.

The enemy's formation split apart, and a strong man riding a tall horse walked out from the crowd.

The man was wearing iron armor and a fur hat with feathers of unknown birds stuck on it.

He doesn't look like an ordinary person. He should be the leader of this group of Mohe cavalry.

Du Diji looked at the blood-soaked He Conglong and asked the surrounding Mohe cavalry:

"He was able to stop so many of you by himself. Is he brave, or are you useless?"

A cavalryman quickly explained, "My king, this man is very skilled in martial arts and is probably a fierce general among the Daqing people."

Du Diji looked He Conglong up and down and shook his head. "I heard that the people of Daqing are most afraid of death. The higher the rank of the general, the thicker the armor he wears."

"This man has no armor and wears only a single layer of clothing. How can he be a general?"

The Mohe people could not understand Xia language, and He Conglong did not have time to put on armor when he rushed out, and he was always charging in the front, so naturally he was not recognized as the supreme commander of the Fengtian Army.

The cavalryman replied: "Even if he is not a general, he is still a brave warrior among the Daqing people."

Du Diji nodded and said, "Well, take him away and don't let him get killed."

"I've heard that Prince Feng of Daqing is a wise ruler who values ​​talent. If he were to exchange such a loyal warrior for an equal amount of gold, he would probably be willing, right?"

"I am Wang Yingming!" The cavalryman grinned.

Several Mohe people walked forward cautiously and only pulled He Conglong up and away after making sure that he was completely unconscious.