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

Du Diji hurried out of the king's tent and looked at the dozen or so mortars on the top of the city wall that were constantly spewing flames.

A personal guard came quickly behind him and said respectfully, "My king, the situation has been clarified."

"The enemy didn't attack, they just used those strange firearms to throw stone bullets at us."

Du Diji said coldly, "Get to the point! Do you think I can't see it?"

"Yes!" The guard was frightened and continued quickly:

"Although this thing is powerful, its lethality is insufficient. Apart from some tents being destroyed and a few slaves being killed, it didn't cause many casualties."

Du Diji frowned, his face stern. "Inform the leaders of each tribe to control their subordinates and not to cause any camp riots."

"Whoever's subordinates start a camp cry and cause chaos in the army, I will chop off his head!"

"Yes!"

After the guards left, a Mohe general stepped forward and said, "Although this weapon has limited power, if it continues to be used, it will damage the morale of the army and cause the soldiers to become uneasy."

Du Diji nodded slightly: "What do you think?"

The general bowed and said, "Why don't we retreat a few miles and get out of range of this thing?"

Du Diji did not reply and remained silent.

Retreating a few miles may sound easy, but you have to know that you have tens of thousands of troops under your command.

For a camp with tens of thousands of people, even retreating a few hundred meters, let alone a few miles, would be a huge undertaking and chaos would occur if not handled properly.

Wherever a military camp is set up, it becomes a city. There is no reason to move it at will.

Du Diji was silent for a while, then suddenly asked, "How are the siege towers and ladders going?"

"Your Majesty, more than half of it has been built."

"No wait!"

Du Diji stood up and frowned, saying, "There are only ten thousand Feng troops in the city, and only two thousand soldiers. How can we, with an army of sixty thousand, waste time fighting them here?"

"Pass the order down, all troops prepare to storm Mudi City!"

"Yes!"

The general bowed and turned to inform the other troops, but was stopped by Du Diji: "Wait!"

Du Diji's eyes were sinister as he spoke slowly, "That He Sanchun, hasn't he been very active lately, swallowing up people from other tribes?"

"Let him lead the charge in this siege. I want to see if he truly surrenders to me."

The general's face showed concern. "Isn't this inappropriate? If he really is feigning surrender, wouldn't that just be his wish, allowing him to return to the city?"

"That's true..." Du Diji pondered for a moment, "How about this, place him next to the main formation, and I'll watch over him myself."

"Here."

. . . . . .

On the other side, Jitaihan went to the three tribes of Sauron to gather manpower, and He Conglong also called up his slaves.

Although several thousand slaves have been annexed in recent days, only more than a thousand of them are truly useful. The rest are either unreliable or too weak.

After mustering over a thousand soldiers and horses, they were about to join the Solon tribe when they saw a Mohe messenger approaching from a distance:

"He Sanchun?"

The messenger looked arrogant, with his nose raised high in the air.

He Conglong's expression changed, then returned to normal: "It's me, what's the matter?"

"The king wishes to attack the city and orders your troops to assemble and stand by in battle. There must be no mistakes!"

"I wonder which exact location it is?" He Conglong asked again.

"Beside the king's personal guards."

He Conglong's expression suddenly darkened.

What was Du Diji thinking that he put himself under his nose?

After all, the action of annexing other tribes was too hasty, and I am afraid it has attracted the attention of the other party.

He was about to say something when he saw Wanyan sneak up to the messenger, put his right hand into his sleeve, and held a dagger.

Feeling that He Conglong was looking at her, Wanyan looked back at him, her eyes full of inquiry.

As soon as He Conglong gave the order, he would rush forward and slit the messenger's throat.

He Conglong shook his head imperceptibly, then looked at the messenger and said politely, "I understand. Please tell the king. I'll be there right away."

"Hmph." The messenger snorted coldly and turned away.

After watching the man disappear, Wanyan came to He Conglong and whispered, "Master, why don't you let me kill this man?"

"Du Diji asked us to go to his place. It's clear that he is suspicious of you."

He Conglong said: "I know that, but the army has not arrived yet, so now is not the time."

Originally, he was planning to escape during the chaos, but now he was suddenly tricked by Du Di, so he could only settle for the second best option.

He Conglong sneered:

There is a way to heaven if you don't go, there is no way to break into hell!

"Go tell Jitaihan to have the Solon tribe move as close to the center of the formation as possible. Let him act accordingly."

"Okay, I'll go right away!" Wanyan replied.

He Conglong looked at the other slaves under his command and shouted in unfamiliar Mohe language: "Everyone else, follow me."

When he arrived at the battle line with more than a thousand men under his command, the Mohe army had almost assembled.

The artillery fire in Mudi City has stopped, and the city walls are towering with battlements, like a dormant giant beast.

Tens of thousands of Mohe soldiers were dressed in tattered clothes, barely wrapped in animal skins, but their eyes were fixed on the sturdy city ahead with burning intent.

He Conglong looked at Du Diji who was in the center of the formation, and the latter happened to be glancing towards him.

He Conglong bowed quickly.

Du Diji did not respond, but just looked away coldly.

He collected thousands of tattered sets of armor and distributed them to the first soldiers preparing to attack the city.

Most of these armors were incomplete, rusty, and some were even stained with dried blood.

But for the Heishui Mohe people with low productivity, this was the best protection they could get.

"Attack!" Du Diji's face was calm and his voice was completely emotionless.

With his order, heavy trumpets sounded and the siege began.

Several shaky ladders and siege towers, pushed by Mohe slaves, slowly approached the city wall.

These siege weapons were made of trees cut down from nearby forests. They had simple structures and looked like they could fall apart at any time.

However, the Mohe slaves were not afraid at all. Most of them had numb expressions and moved forward mechanically.

There were only a few siege towers and ladders, and most of the other slaves carried rough wooden ladders and moved forward under the dense rain of arrows from the top of the city.

"Shoot! Shoot!" On the top of the city wall, Yelu Heqin shouted loudly, braving the arrows and stones.

The Fengtian Army archers kept firing arrows, not daring to delay for a moment.

However, there were simply too many Mohe people.

The first group to rush up were slaves who were used as cannon fodder, with the purpose of consuming the bows and arrows in the city.

The wooden pole knocked down one group of people, and another group of people came over.

Hot oil poured on one group, and another group rushed up.

The Mohe people seemed to be endless and could not be killed, and they attacked Mudi City like a tide.

The moment the ladders were placed on the city walls, the battle became intense.

Thousands of Mohe warriors wearing tattered armor climbed the ladders under the cover of slaves.

With a dagger in his mouth and a hide shield on his back, he climbed up quickly with his hands and feet.

These Mohe warriors were all carefully selected by Dudi Ji. They were strong and fearless desperadoes.

They surged to the top of the city wall like a tide and fought a desperate battle with the soldiers defending the city.

Swords clashed, shouts shook the sky, blood and flesh flew on the city walls, and screams were endless.

Yelu He personally went into battle and killed several people. Then he shouted to Jie Quan who was also fighting hard beside him:

"General Xie, when will General Chen arrive?"

Jie Quan kicked a Mohe soldier off the city wall and replied, "How should I know?"

Yelu He was furious: "If you don't come soon, this city will be lost!"

Suddenly, a series of earth-shaking horse hoofbeats sounds came from behind the Mohe army!

To the Fengtian Army, this sound was like the sound of nature, instantly igniting the fire of hope that was about to go out in the hearts of the soldiers defending the city.

"Reinforcements! It's reinforcements!"

Someone on the city wall shouted, and the sound quickly spread throughout the battlefield.