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

A loud bang shook off the dust on the wall, and as if receiving some kind of signal, thousands of arrows were fired from all around the city wall. They were rockets!

Qian Bin finally saw clearly the wine vats piled at the base of the city wall - now pulled down by the iron chains, what flowed out of the vats was not wine at all, but sticky black oil mixed with high-purity alcohol!

Burning arrows flew through the air, and fire snakes instantly pounced on the surrounding Khitan cavalry, engulfing half of the city in their horrified eyes.

The Khitan heavily armored soldiers turned into rolling fireballs, their horses screamed and charged towards their own people, and the flames gradually merged into one.

For a time, the city wall became a hell on earth.

The reversal happened so quickly that even though Qian Bin was knowledgeable and experienced, he was stunned.

Wang Hu did not stop, and did not even look at the "masterpiece" he created in the city wall. He just turned around and looked outside the city.

With a wave of the medium-sized flag, countless Fengtian troops poured out from the surrounding towers and soon filled the entire city wall.

The Khitan cavalry huddled together outside the city wall. They were blocked outside by heavy weights and had no idea what was happening inside the city wall, but they could hear screams coming from the wind.

The leading officer knew that things were not going well and roared the order to retreat.

However, cavalry is not infantry. Although they are very powerful when charging, it is harder than climbing to the sky to retreat in an orderly manner in such a chaotic situation!

The cavalrymen under the city wall were huddled together and found it difficult to turn around.

The cavalry at the back didn't know what was happening and rushed forward recklessly, squeezing together with the cavalry in front.

For a moment, the Khitan army that surged like a tide was stuck in one place, and the surging offensive instantly turned into mud.

How could the Fengtian Army on the city wall sit idly by and watch them come to their senses?

With just a few Fengtian Army officers shouting orders, gold juice and kerosene poured out from dragon-head-shaped ceramic tubes, splashing down on the heads of the Khitan cavalry below.

More logs and boulders fell one after another, smashing towards the Khitan cavalry under the city with endless power.

The air was suddenly filled with the stench of burnt flesh, and the screams were so painful that it made one's teeth ache.

"Ugh—" Qian Bin took a look and immediately started to dry heave.

A big, broad hand landed on his back and patted it gently.

Qian Bin looked back, who else could it be but Wang Hu?

"You..." Qian Bin was about to say something, but he saw several Fengtian Army soldiers pulling ropes and pulling up several people from below.

Looking closely, weren't they the 'fallen defenders' guarding the gate?

When these soldiers grinned and pulled out the scorched cotton armor from their pockets, Qian Bin finally couldn't hold back his laughter and cursed, "Damn it, you're so bold! You even fooled me!"

"Hahaha!" Wang Hu laughed heartily and bowed in apology, "Don't blame me, Mr. Qian. You are a man of noble character. I hid this from you before because I was afraid you would reveal the truth, right?"

After saying that, he came closer and whispered, "There are many spies in the city, and those Korean generals also have their own little tricks. Please understand."

Qian Bin sighed and shook his head. After experiencing the thrilling scene just now, he no longer had the heart to blame Wang Hu.

It's just that I'm confused and don't care about anything else.

Who was this Wang Hu? A cavalry officer by trade, a seasoned veteran, he'd been a well-known and renowned leader in the Convict Camp!

It’s good enough that he doesn’t eat people. How can he be a compassionate saint?

"So, those soldiers under the city are there to lure the enemy. What about those refugees?" Qian Bin asked.

"The refugees are truly dead, but I have no intention of caring about them," Wang Hu sneered. "Old Qian, you don't know. These Korean people are not on the same page with us. They pretend to obey Fengguo's policies, but now they have the audacity to ask for asylum. Besides, war is always fatal, and their death is better than the death of my men!"

"What about those you put into the city a few days ago?" Qian Bin asked again.

Wang Hu smiled and replied, "I was put under centralized surveillance upon entering the city. I've been busy screening spies these past few days, so I've neglected you."

Qian Bin looked ashamed: "I misunderstood you. Thank you for your hard work, General Wang."

Wang Hu smiled innocently and said, "It's not hard, it's not hard at all. If I see anyone suspicious, I just kill them. If they die unjustly, I blame Yelu Dahe. It's not hard at all."

When Qian Bin heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times.

Sure enough...the one who came from the criminal camp still has that familiar smell.

Qian Bin looked at the flames gradually dying out in the city wall, feeling a strange feeling in his heart.

It seems that it would be better for me to be a civil official. Fighting wars is not something I am good at.

At this moment, a horn suddenly sounded outside the city.

Qian Bin walked to the battlement and looked out, only to see thick smoke billowing from both sides of Mudi City, and two elite cavalry units flying the Fengtian Army flags suddenly broke into the battlefield.

There weren't many of them, only about two thousand, but they drove hard into the enemy's belly.

"Mr. Qian, you'd better retreat a bit. It's dangerous here." Wang Hu pulled Qian Bin back to a safe place.

Qian Bin sighed and said, "Then I won't cause any more trouble here."

"No, there's no rush to leave. There's more fun to watch." Wang Hu said with a smile.

Following his gaze, Qian Bin saw a group of Fengtian Army soldiers walk behind the city wall and suddenly tear apart dozens of haystacks.

More than ten bronze cannons had already been loaded, and the muzzle angles had been carefully calculated, facing the Khitan main camp outside the city.

What’s even more amazing is that the gun body is painted with grass ash, and from a distance it looks like one with the city wall.

Wang Hu took the long sword from the guard beside him, with a heroic look on his face: "Pour some tea for Mr. Qian, and rest here for a while. I will be back soon!"