The warriors on the grassland have been tough guys who would rather bend than bend since ancient times. The word surrender does not exist in their consciousness. No matter what time it was, there were only dead soldiers who rushed to kill with swords, and there were absolutely no cowards who dismounted and surrendered.

But they seldom lose battles. And there is only one consequence of defeating the battle, and that is death. The eldest prince Mo Guang, nicknamed "Mo Tietou", has a set of special iron armor, and whenever he fights, he wears his whole body, taking the lead, and is extremely fierce. Over the years, he has experienced dozens of battles, but he has never been injured. His prestige was also more and more feared by his enemies.

And this time to attack Jicheng, just in case, his subordinates persuaded each other, and he finally put on this set of armor. Although it was a little heavy, it immediately looked very powerful when it was draped on a war horse. The reputation of the Iron Head is not for nothing! His outfit can almost be called invulnerable, and iron arrows are difficult to hurt. Even if he is surrounded by thousands of troops, he can bravely fight out with the protection of this armor.

However, Mo Guang did not calculate that he would fall into a trap. When the outer gate of Jicheng was forcibly closed, and most of the soldiers and horses he led were isolated in the inner city, he didn't feel too desperate. Some of his sons are warriors who are not afraid of death, as long as they fight for their lives, even if they are killed or injured, they can forcibly climb to the top of the city, break through the city gates, and regain control of the initiative.

The great prince of the steppe has such confidence. This is not his arrogance, but the pride accumulated from previous wars. A few hundred steppe warriors can go on a rampage and come and go as they please. What's more, he led more than 30,000 elites this time!

But in fact, soon he will feel hopeless. He was trapped not only by the fortified city gates and the surrounding walls, but also by the weapons of mass destruction that were made for them! When the deafening sound sounded in the crowded cavalry group, the scene of those people turning on their backs and flying flesh and blood made his eyes widen all of a sudden!

How is this possible?!What happened to these brave and invincible subordinates? Thunderbolts and fires danced. Could it really be that God is helping the people of Zhao Guoren?

His questions have never been answered for him. As the flames began to burn, in a matter of moments, the army that had entered the city had suffered heavy casualties. In the face of the fire, these men, who were not even afraid of wolves on the grassland, soon lost their souls and desperately fled to a place where there was no fire. However, dodging is just a futile effort. I don't know what happened, but the flames seemed to be born from the ground, chasing the horses and the crowd until they ignited their whole bodies. In less than a quarter of an hour, the entire inner city had been turned into a sea of fire.

The steppe army is brave and good at fighting, but unfortunately, because of its own limited material conditions, few people can be worthy of iron armor. For ordinary samurai, the best equipment is a cowhide armor. In fact, if in essence, cowhide armor protective knives and arrows are also good. In particular, the cowhide that has been soaked in oil several times is even tougher, and it is difficult to fatally injure its owner if it is accidentally cut or shot with an arrow on the battlefield.

But tonight in Jicheng, these warriors in cowhide armor fell with blood mold. After being ignited by the fire, it was too late to take it off. One by one, they were buried in the flames, wailing miserably, and dying miserably. Especially with so many cavalry enclosed in this space, people shouting and neighing, trampling indiscriminately, and trying to reorganize an effective attack is more difficult than climbing to the sky!

Mo Guang was not burned by the fire. But if he was asked to choose again at this moment, he would rather be killed by an arrow or burned to death in the first place. Because, watching the army under his command being swallowed up by the sea of fire one by one, this kind of pain and fear is not something that ordinary people can bear. Moreover, he knew it very well in his heart. I can't escape a desperate situation today, and the coming of death is just a matter of time. Protected by the faithful dead, he retreated to a corner near the inner wall. He was like a vicious wolf before he died, staring at the general's banner on the city through the smoke screen and the fire. If his gaze could turn into a sharp sword, he hoped to pierce the figure standing under the banner through a thousand holes, so that he would die without a place to be buried!

And such a vicious curse, his enemies will naturally not hear. Above the city, Li Mu, who was surrounded by heavy soldiers, looked at the piece of fire hell under his feet with an expressionless face. Even from such a distance, the scorching sensation of burning was already felt on the top of the city. One can imagine how painful the suffering of the sufferers below will be. But at this moment, this famous general has no mercy at all. His goal is very clear, all the enemies who enter the trap, not a single one wants to live!

Li Mu, who has dealt with the steppe people for the longest time, knows the temperament of these barbarians very well. The so-called country is easy to change, and the nature is difficult to change, which is such a person. For thousands of years, they have coveted everything in the Central Plains, attacking at any time, burning and looting, although after countless wars and resistance, it has been difficult to stop their barbaric hearts.

If such a group wants to be tamed, it is probably the most difficult thing in this world. According to the experience gained by Li Mu from fighting against it, he believed that if one day he could accumulate absolute strength, kill all the steppe people, and let this barbaric race be exterminated, the best solution would be.

However, Chu Jiangmian, the king of Zhao, gave him a problem. In the increasingly vigorous plan of the king, he did not want to exterminate a race by such cruel means. The order he gave to Li Mu was very clear, that is, to let him find a way to make the grassland people submit from the depths of their hearts. This is the best way to maintain long-term peace and stability on the border.

Of course, Li Mu understood Chu Jiangmian's ambition. Because of this, he racked his brains and thought for a long time, and finally adopted this method of luring the enemy into the city and began to conduct his battle of Jicheng.

It is better to hurt his ten fingers than to cut off one of his fingers! Li Mubi understands this truth better than anyone else. So, when he set up this game of dead chess, using himself as bait, to bring the enemy into the city. Their fate has already been decided. No matter how many people come, he will kill them in the most cruel way! And God really secretly helped, and it was the Great Prince of the Prairie himself who entered this trap tonight, as well as the nearly 30,000 cavalry under his command.

Even Li Mu, who was as hard as iron, couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh when he saw the situation in front of him: "Life is like an ant, death is like dust, but that's it!"

And it is different from the secret sigh in his heart. The Zhao army, which was waiting at the head of the city, was almost all in a boiling mood. Such a war is really cool! With little effort, these elite steppe cavalry were about to be burned to the ground. Although the original preparation was time-consuming and labor-intensive, it was worth it compared to the huge victory that was about to be achieved!

The Zhao army on the surrounding city wall bent their bows and arrows, and from time to time shot the Hu warriors who wanted to rush up desperately. The hoarse generals and lieutenants ran and commanded them to plug all loopholes. Don't let a single person slip through the net, and wipe them all out in the urn city at the north gate! This is an order issued by the general Li Mu himself, if anyone makes a mistake in such a situation, it is really a dead death!

Nearly half an hour later, Mo Guang, who had relied on the protection of the loyal dead soldiers to hold on to the present, desperately pushed away the last half-dead protectors, he stood up, brandished the long knife in his hand, and yelled at the city wall.

"Li Mu! If you have a kind of fight, you will fight alone with me, and I will lose only if I lose! Playing dead like you leads people into a trap...... What kind of heroes are you?!!

Mo Guang felt tormented, his voice was sharp, and it actually overshadowed the chaos of various voices below and spread to the city. Li Mu frowned and asked a little strangely, "Who is this guy...... What is he yelling about?"

The lieutenant next to him hurriedly ran over and shouted loudly: "General! The guy in the iron armor must be the big prince of Hu Wang Moke. He's just dying...... The general doesn't need to pay attention to him, he will be charred in a moment!"

Li Mu nodded and didn't care about him anymore. Regardless of the identity of the enemy below, it is no different. Because, their endings are destined to be the same.

"It's almost time. Order, the cavalry in ambush on both flanks outside the city to attack! ”

Hearing the general's latest order, someone immediately bent his bow and shot two rockets. The rocket soared into the night sky with a high-pitched whistling sound, then exploded in midair. Colorful sparks are beautiful in a flash. Many people of the Zhao Kingdom have seen this kind of thing that was named "fireworks" by their king. King Zhao once said that this kind of thing means auspiciousness and can bring good luck to the people.

However, tonight, when it blooms over Jicheng, it heralds the official beginning of an endless slaughter!

Before Li Mu turned around and went to another city gate, he took one last look back at Weng Cheng, which was engulfed in flames. He saw that the guy who had been shouting earlier had fallen into the fire. Even if he was covered in iron armor, he couldn't stop the flames from burning. The iron head of the motorcycle soon became "no iron head". There is no need to wait for the fire to go out, and the iron armor is wrapped in carbon ash!

Dozens of miles outside the city, many Hu people also saw the two fireworks that rose into the sky. I also saw the raging fire in the direction of Jicheng. Hu Qi, who was lucky enough not to enter the city, escaped back in the hundreds. They had just reported to the generals who stayed behind that something was wrong!

I heard that the eldest prince was trapped in the city with his army. The two generals who remained behind immediately began to mobilize their troops and prepare to go to the rescue. However, before they could set out, they had already heard the sound of killing in the dark night around them, and the drums were thundering. All of a sudden, it seemed that the sky had fallen, and the end had come.