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

Upon hearing Jie Quan's words, Yelu He immediately showed hope on his face.

Then he thought of something and his eyes dimmed.

"General Chen is stationed in Liaoyang City and has the responsibility to defend the territory. He needs to guard against Khitan invasions from the north. Even if he leads an army to support us, I'm afraid the number of troops will not be large."

"There are now 40,000 to 50,000 Black Water Mohe soldiers gathered under the city. I wonder how many soldiers General Chen has under his command?"

Xie An pursed his lips and smiled: "Brother Yelu, don't worry. The reason we are late is that we went to gather the troops."

"There are 40,000 National Defense Army and Barbarian Soldiers in Liaoyang City. General Chen has selected 5,000 National Defense Army and 10,000 Barbarian Soldiers, for a total of 15,000 people."

"More than 5,000 troops were also transferred from nearby corps."

"The various small Mohe tribes in Liaodong were deeply oppressed by the Heishui Mohe. General Chen sent people to persuade them and won them over."

"These Mohe tribes can also produce 10,000 people!"

"Together, there are 30,000 of them. Although they are still fewer than the Black Water Mohe, they are still strong enough to fight."

Yelu He was dumbfounded and could not help but admire: "General Chen has a talent for leadership, he is truly a world-renowned general!"

Being a commander and being a good general are two different things.

A general's talent is the ability to lead an army. The most typical example is Huo Qubing, who led an army deep into the desert and conquered the Wolf's Lair.

With such a brilliant record, it is no exaggeration to call him the greatest general of all time!

There is no doubt that Guanjun Hou was a talented general, but whether he was a talented commander or not is unknown to future generations.

Generals are more focused on tactical application and execution, and need to have the ability to make on-site judgments and commands, and be able to make the right choices on the battlefield.

A commander's talent is the ability to command large-scale military operations, which requires not only a global perspective and strategic thinking ability, but also strong mobilization and calculation capabilities.

A typical example is Han Xin.

Han Xin was extremely good at commanding large troops in battle, and most importantly, he was extremely good at mobilizing soldiers.

He often fought even though all his troops were clearly exhausted, and his opponents thought he was defeated and no longer cared about him.

For some unknown reason, he was silent for a while, and then suddenly gathered a huge army and made a comeback.

However, this army, which had never been in battle and was assembled temporarily, had extremely strong execution capabilities and could even use advanced tactics such as "feigning defeat".

Reality is not fiction. The tactic of feigning defeat sounds simple, but in reality few commanders can use it well.

Often, a defeat is faked halfway through and then becomes a real defeat.

This incredible talent is the reason why Han Xin is called the "Military Genius".

And **zhi created an army of 30,000 in just a few days, which was like he was a military commander.

As a former opponent, Yelu He only felt ashamed of himself.

"General Chen, what do you want me to do?" Yelu He said seriously.

"General Chen only said one thing: you must harass the Heishui Mohe camp day and night without giving them any chance to breathe."

Jie Quan looked around and frowned: "How many soldiers are still in the city capable of fighting?"

Yelu He lowered his head in shame and said, "To be honest, there are only two thousand soldiers in the city who can fight. The rest are civilians and auxiliary soldiers."

The right-wing army had already suffered casualties when it captured Mudi City. In order to cover the mortars entering the city, more than 3,000 soldiers were killed at the city gate.

There is now a serious shortage of troops and it is impossible to organize an effective counterattack.

Fortunately, the Mohe people were not good at building siege equipment, so they were able to hold out for so many days, otherwise Mudi City would have been lost long ago.

Jie Quan shook his head and said, "That won't work. With so few people, it's hard to even defend the city."

"That's fine. We haven't been idle these days." Yelu He smiled faintly. "The civilians have built more than ten artillery batteries in the city. We can place mortars on them and bombard the enemy camp."

"Mortar?" Jie Quan's eyes lit up. "I've heard that our army has this weapon. I heard it's extremely powerful. Brother Yelu, please let me feast my eyes on it."

"Don't worry, I'll arrange it right away."

. . . . . .

Soon, it was dawn.

Dozens of black mortars were pushed onto the turret, lined up in a row, with their muzzles raised high, pointing towards the Mohe camp outside the city.

The Heishui Mohe knew that the Fengtian Army was short of manpower, so they arrogantly built their camp very close to the city and were not afraid of the Fengtian Army attacking their camp at all.

Such arrogance and carelessness will lead to the reckoning today.

Yelu He nodded to several gunners, and the gunners immediately lit the seals.

The next moment, deafening cannon fire resounded through the sky, and the earth began to tremble.

Huge stone bombs, trailing thick white smoke, drew parabolas and flew into the distance.

The defending soldiers on the city wall covered their ears, squinted their eyes, and watched these deadly meteors fall into the enemy camp.

It was still early in the morning, and the Heishui Mohe camp was quiet. Tents built of wood and animal skins were densely packed together, like a field of gray-brown mushrooms.

The stone bullets came whizzing and smashed into the camp with devastating force.

With a loud bang, a tent was directly hit by a stone bullet and instantly shattered into pieces, with wood chips and animal skins flying everywhere.

The Mohe soldiers in the tent were buried under the rubble before they even had time to scream.

Another stone bullet landed in the center of the camp, creating a huge crater.

Several tents around were also affected and collapsed crookedly.

The Mohe soldiers hiding in the tents were terrified and fled out of the tents crying, but were hit by falling wood and stones.

The mortar bombardment continued, and stone shells poured down like hail.

There was chaos in the camp, and the Mohe soldiers, awakened from their sleep, ran around like ants on a hot pan.

He Conglong had already heard the noise and came out of the tent, looking into the distance with a solemn expression.

Their camp was far away from Mudi City and out of the range of the mortars.

Ji Taihan beside him looked at He Conglong excitedly: "Brother He, is this the unexpected situation you mentioned? Should we gather our brothers and fight our way out now?"

He Conglong thought about it and shook his head:

"This is our mortar. Although it sounds terrifying, its killing power is limited. It is difficult to inflict any serious damage on the Mohe people."

Ji Taihan was disappointed when he heard this.

He Conglong added, "However, Yelu He has been silent for so many days, and today he suddenly bombarded the Heishui Mohe camp. Something must have happened."

"What do you mean?" Ji Taihan asked with his head down.

"Let's go! Let's go find the elders and gather our brothers!" He Conglong's eyes were filled with excitement. "If my prediction is correct, today is the day for us to strike back!"