Yelu Yanshan couldn't help frowning when he saw the Xi army in front of him lined up in a dense formation. In all fairness, he didn't take the Liaodong Han army seriously, Yelu Dashi sent an army of 100,000 to attack Suzhou Guannan, Yelu Yanshan felt a little unimpressed. This low Nanshan city is just a threshold for attacking Suzhou, and the 100,000-strong army can be kicked open. However, in order to lay a trench on the outermost part of this earthen city, preparations must be made in full force.

There is such a big contrast between the front and the back. Looking at Wu Chun, the artillery supervisor who was sweating profusely, Yelu Yanshan groaned in his heart, I am afraid that he will have to run away from the concoction, ask His Majesty for help, and transport the giant iron barrel cannon from Liaoyang City to conquer this small earthen city. However, with an army of 100,000 in hand, attacking small Suzhou, and asking for reinforcements, in this way, Yelu Yanshan will not only lose face in the Liao army, but also have a strong unwillingness in his heart. The Liao army suffered heavy losses in the first battle and was about to launch a second siege, but a white flag was erected outside Nanshan City, and sharp-eyed Liao soldiers began to point. A trace of doubt flashed in Yelu's eyes, unlike ordinary bandits and bandits, Han's rebellion is the maggot of the tarsal bone of the Great Liao for a hundred years, the Han army in Liaodong once beheaded five thousand Khitan people, whether it is the Han clan or the Han army, and the Great Khitan is no longer Dai Tian, although the offensive of the Liao army just now was extremely fierce, but obviously the Han army did not suffer major losses, how could it be possible to surrender suddenly.

Just as he was confused, the Han army under Nanshan City began to shout loudly. Although the Chinese language is used, almost all Khitans and Xi people can understand it. The Han army actually allowed the Liao army to put away the corpses in front of the battle, and the Liao army, from Yelu Yanshan, Guo Baoyi, to ordinary soldiers, couldn't help but have a strange feeling, whether it was the melee in the Central Plains, or the Hu and Han exchanges, this practice of allowing the other party to collect the corpses of the dead in time has not been passed for many years.

"Sure enough, it's no ordinary thief." This idea popped into the minds of quite a few people. There was even a commotion among the Xi army, which was preparing to attack, and the Xi people were accustomed to settling down and farming, and had long accepted the concept of entering the soil for peace. Many people's fathers, brothers and relatives died in battle just now, and now that the two armies are fighting, they will admit that the corpses are exposed in the wilderness, and now that they have the opportunity to collect the corpses, they will not let it go. Moreover, I have a little bit of gratitude to the guards of Nanshan Castle. Seeing that the army's heart was shaken, Xiao Zhong, Yuwen Mo and other Xi army commanders had nothing to do, so they had to stay put, and sent someone to Yelu Yanshan to ask for the corpse.

Yelu Yanshan secretly thought that this was not the usual practice of the Han army's thieves, he nodded slightly, and said to his subordinates: "Suspend the attack on Nanshan, and order five hundred people to go out to collect the corpses." The general of the Xi tribe gratefully agreed to retreat.

The Xi soldiers with white cloth on their heads drove dozens of carts slowly towards the mountain, and the Han army did not fire artillery and arrows as agreed. Up and down the mountain, hundreds of thousands of soldiers on both sides of the Liao and Han sides watched in silence as the five hundred people carried one corpse after another onto the cart, and soon, the corpses on each cart were piled up like a hill. This scene fell in the eyes of the 100,000 Liao army, not only the Xi people, but also many Khitan and Han people showed a gloomy look of rabbit death and fox sadness, and the blow to morale was even more powerful than when the smoke of gunpowder had just dissipated and the corpses were everywhere.

The lightly wounded Xi army all fled back, and there were still many wounded Xi soldiers left on the battlefield, many of whom were groaning loudly, begging the clansmen to bring them back to their own formation. Many of these people are seriously injured, and even if they go back, they may not be able to come back alive, but they will always have a chance to live. Xi Jun, who collected the corpses, couldn't bear to abandon these people and collected them all on the cart.

"Lord Zhao, Liao Gou didn't believe his words, and brought back the living people."

"Just let them take it back," Zhao Xingde watched this scene and said in a low voice, "If you are seriously injured, you can't move, and you have to spend manpower to take care of it, which is beneficial to our army." The surrounding subordinates all nodded, and the Xi army, who was lightly injured on the battlefield, tried every means to escape back, and those who stayed were seriously injured. At this time, Tong Yunjie and Liu Zhijian felt that Zhao Xingde Temple was still shrewd, and the enemy's collection of corpses would be of no benefit to the attack, but the Han army took advantage of this rare gap to repair the fortifications and replenish a large amount of ammunition to the gun position. For artillery, ammunition is undoubtedly the most important issue.

On a watchtower of a fortress in the south, the generals had just rejoiced, and saw an inexplicable truce in front of Nanshan City, and then the Liao army sent people to the battlefield to collect the corpses, and the Han army did not open fire, Xu Detai doubted: "What does General Zhao mean?" As soon as the words fell, someone answered: "General Zhao has his own intentions, right?" And all the generals said no more. When Zhao Xingde advocated the construction of Nanshan City, and personally went to the city to supervise and defend the city, everyone would be suspicious, and now Nanshan City and the artillery battalion easily repelled the enemy's attack, and his doubts naturally disappeared.

"General Zhao has his own reasons for acting." Someone whispered something else. Then the generals saw the banner on Nanshan City shaking almost at the same time, this was Zhao Xingde reminding the large and small fortresses behind Nanshan City, and they were ready to fight, and after a commotion, the military order was immediately passed down.

The Liao army carts that collected the bodies returned one after another, and more than 100 seriously wounded people were brought back. Yelu Yanshan looked at the head of Nanshan City, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, no matter what the intentions of this Han general are, but he is an opponent worthy of attention, and he cannot be taken lightly.

Yelu Yanshan pulled out the sword at his waist and raised it towards Nanshan City with force. The Xi army, which had already been waiting for the battle, immediately set off, pushing the cart in front to resist the artillery, while the soldiers behind lined up in a dense column formation, holding shields and following behind. In the Liao army's large array, the horns sounded in unison, dozens of drums beat in unison, and at the same time, dozens of iron barrel guns in the Liao army's artillery base opened fire together, and the cannons roared, shaking the heavens and the earth. The morale of Shicai, who was a little low, was greatly boosted, and under the leadership of the officer, tens of thousands of soldiers shouted in unison to cheer for the Xi army who went to battle. Five thousand cavalry mounted their horses, and after the Xi army attracted most of the Han army's artillery fire, they infiltrated the back of Nanshan City through the open space on both sides of Nanshan City, cutting off the connection between Nanshan City and the rear of Suzhou Guannan. Outflanking is a common tactic used by the Liao cavalry, and it is the most handy to perform.

Nanshan City is just a small earthen city, not only does it not have many people, but it also can't garrison too many soldiers and horses. Yelu Yanshan estimated that once this kind of small city was surrounded and cut off from retreat, the defenders could only collapse automatically, or even abandon the city and flee. In this way, it will be much easier to conquer Nanshan.

Yuwen Mo led the front team of Xi Jun to approach Nanshan City, and the fortifications of the Han army seemed very quiet. The more this happened, the more uneasy Yu Wenmo became. Through the gap in front of the cart, he saw a group of archers standing behind the low wall of the trench.

"Looks like there's a big fight." Yuwen Mo gritted his teeth.

Just when the last attack on Nanshan City, some Xi soldiers rushed to the Han army's dark fort, but found that in addition to the narrow cannon hole, these lumps had no other entrance, and the soldiers had to dig desperately on the sides and tops of the dark fort, and finally lost under the Han army's artillery fire. In order to conquer the dark fortress, Yuwen Mo and other Xi generals found that the weakness of the Han army was too low, and the cannon hole was not high, so they could be blocked with a chariot, and then blown up with a sky-shaking thunder.

This time, Xi Jun had just entered the effective firing range, Zhao Xingde put down the clairvoyant mirror and ordered in a low voice: "Open the cannon." His order was passed down immediately, and soon, all the artillery positions in Nanshan City in the north roared in unison. Whether it is the enemy platform or the dark fort, the artillery positions are condescending, and the round iron bullets fired by the heavy artillery cross the arcs and roar away, as if the crazy galloping horse went straight into the Xi army formation.

With a "bang", a ten-pound round iron bullet directly penetrated the roof of the car, and the soldiers hiding in the car screamed miserably, and blood splashed everywhere. This kind of rushing car is covered with several cowhides and bedding, which can defend against arrows and artillery stones, but under the bombardment of the Xia country's iron barrel cannon, the protection of the chariot is too thin. Under the bombardment of heavy artillery, the flying sawdust injured many Xi troops, and the wheels of many carts were broken and could not continue to advance.

Xi Jun suddenly became confused and paused. Yelu Yanshan also frowned, at this point in the battle, he had already realized that this battle was not easy. At this time, after the Xi army was in a commotion for a while, a young general waved his scimitar, ignored the flying shells, and reorganized the queue, and the Xi army actually gave up the cover of the chariot and continued to march towards the Han army's artillery fortress.

"Yuwen Mo, he is a general!" A hint of appreciation flashed in Yelu Yanshan's eyes, and he ordered in a deep voice: "Beat the drums and cheer for the warriors!" The drummers of the Liao army redoubled their efforts to beat the war drums, and the soldiers behind them shouted and cheered even louder.

"What a warrior!" Guo Baoyi sighed, in the Liao army, the Xi and Han people are the main force of the infantry army, and they are often compared with each other by the generals.

However, there was a growing fear in the Xi army. The dense formation made the lethality of the shells reach the maximum. Compared to the sharp arrows, this heavy round iron cannonball seems to have nothing to fear, but it has a huge lethality, and every cannonball that whizzes through will bring out countless flesh and blood. "Forward!" "Forward!" "Make it up!" Yuwen Mo and other officers shouted loudly, telling the soldiers to maintain their formation and not to retreat without authorization. Most of the soldiers in the same team and command of the Xi army were from the same village and the same tribe, so despite the growing fear, no one in the queue wanted to be the first to turn around and flee.

Many of them were softened in their legs, but they still managed to push forward. The Han army's artillery fort was only 300 paces away, but these 300 steps were so long, and in the front, there were constantly cannonballs whistling and flying, and Pao Ze fell beside him, groaning and screaming, and there was blood and flesh flying everywhere, and finally, one of the soldiers stopped and vomited incessantly. "Stand up, forward, forward!" The officer slapped him in the back with his scabbard, and the man straightened up, pale, and staggered forward, and not long after, he suddenly tripped over something, and fell to the ground with a "servant".