Autumn is inevitable. The outcome that the Goguryeo king had been waiting for was just as frustrating and helpless as this autumn. The king of Goguryeo, who was holding the head of Gao Shouyuan, wanted to cry without tears, and the three thousand elites said that it was gone, and there was not even a sound, which was completely inconsistent with his original vision. These 3,000 people are the elite of the elite army of Goguryeo, and it can be said that they are the soul of the Goguryeo army, and if they are buried here in vain, there may be a danger of destroying the country for Goguryeo.

In the past few days, the King of Buyeo has looked at the King of Goguryeo differently, from the original contempt to ridicule, but the King of Goguryeo can only endure it, who let him lose all his capital. Without the qualifications to participate in the military conference, let alone the mood to participate in the military conference, the king of Goguryeo took the few remaining people to huddle in the corner of the camp every day and was extremely quiet, because other things had nothing to do with him.

The people shouted and the horses were neighing and tossing for a whole night, and the king of Goguryeo knew what was happening, but he did not move. The next morning the camp was empty, as if there were none but his own people. It is claimed that the 500,000-strong army has gone to attack Yanmen Pass, which is a decision that has been made a long time ago. No one called him, because he had no soldiers or generals, and it was already very face-saving to not catch him and blackmail Goguryeo. That's what nomadic people are, and that's how realistic they are.

Xie Baichuan was holding a sword in both hands, his snow-white beard matched with a fiery red beard, and the old man was particularly energetic. This is a battle that will decide the peace of the Great Han Northland for a hundred years, and there will be no more war within a hundred years of this victory over the Great Han Northland! This battle is defeated, no, this battle can only be won, not defeated! Seeing that the black line in the distance was getting thicker and wider, Xie Baichuan's blood was already boiling, he hadn't felt this way for many years, it reminded him of the first time he went to the battlefield.

He glanced back at his son. Xie Zichang's left hand could not be saved, and he became a disabled person. However, he still stood straight, and his fiery red flew in the wind like his father, both in body and appearance, which was very similar to Xie Baichuan when he was young. Xie Zichang has grown, and it can be seen from his face that he is less jumpy and more calm.

"Two thousand steps!" The watchers standing on the watchtower shouted loudly.

Xie Baichuan took a deep breath: "Where is Xie Zichang!" ”

"The last general!"

"Artillery fire ready! Bomb the cavalry first, then the archers, and the infantry last! ”

"No!"

"Where is Shi Manzhu!"

"In!"

"I order you to lead the Thunderfire Battalion to guard the city wall, no one is three steps apart, and you must not let its siege equipment get close to the city wall!"

"No!"

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Xie Zichang clicked all the remaining captains and lieutenants in one breath, and reiterated everyone's tasks again. The old general knew that the key to whether he could win this battle was not whether Su Ren could block the escape of the Wuhuan and Xianbei coalition forces, but whether he could resist the enemy's attack at Yanmen Pass. He had less than 20,000 soldiers and horses in his hands, and the hundreds of thousands of troops on the other side would never retreat if they could not say that the enemy's morale and spirit were completely worn out. So Su Ren left Xie Zichang and Shi Manzhu at Yanmen Pass.

The battle was more tragic than imagined, and in just one hour, the offensive of the coalition forces did not stop, and people continued to rush out of the thick military formation, howling and rushing towards Yanmen Pass. And people kept falling, wailing, screaming, or dying. This is war, either you die or I live. It wasn't until mid-day, when the weather became unusually hot, that the coalition offensive slowed down slightly.

Xie Baichuan saw his son roaring loudly, and asked the soldiers to douse the already reddened artillery with cold water, and a few buckets of water went down to Yanmen Pass, and the city was immediately covered by mist, and he couldn't see his true face clearly. The soldiers were very tired, but they did not dare to relax, so they could only fall into the shadows under the city walls, sticking out their tongues and panting like dogs. What Xie Baichuan didn't expect was that Meng Fangtian took a large group of merchants and their servants to climb up to the top of the city carrying a big water jar, which made Xie Baichuan's senses of merchants improve greatly.

After a rough count, the Chinese officer reported the casualties and battle losses to Xie Baichuan: "General, our army suffered less than 300 casualties at noon, and their casualties have exceeded 10,000, this is a great victory!" ”

Xie Baichuan shook his head: "How about the material consumption?" ”

"It's a percent!" The officer was a little frustrated, but Xie Baichuan suddenly understood something. Su Ren once said that the war is not fought by numbers and courage, but by a country's own heritage. exchanged 10% of the materials for 10,000 casualties, Xie Baichuan didn't know how to calculate this account.

Patting the officer on the shoulder, Xie Baichuan said: "Send heavy troops to protect our materials, especially those most mysterious materials, there must be no mistakes, this victory or defeat is all on you." ”

Xie Zichang limped to his father's side, and Xie Baichuan handed the kettle to his son. The battle just now was too fierce, and Xie Zichang, who was very far ahead, was carried by the air wave fired by the artillery, and the left half of his hair was burned, and the skin on his face also showed signs of burning. But Xie Zichang did not leave his post, and still stayed at the front, which was also the most dangerous place.

"It doesn't matter, right?" Looking at his son's almost disfigured face, Xie Baichuan was a little sad. Although his son was a bit of a bastard at the beginning, he was a beautiful man with a good demeanor, but now he is missing a hand and his face is ruined.

Xie Zichang smiled slightly: "It's okay, my father said that it doesn't matter if a manly husband doesn't have scars on his body." ”

Patting his son on the shoulder: "Are you sure you want to stay in the artillery camp?" If you don't like it, you can talk to the general about it, and with your merits, you can become a lieutenant casually when you get to Chang'an. ”

Xie Zichang shook his head: "The child knows what his father is worried about, but the child likes those artillery, and when he first saw it, the child liked them, and the child's left hand was gone, and he couldn't get on the horse to kill the enemy in the future, so he went to ask the general for this errand, so he also asked his father to fulfill it." Xie Zichang smiled: "The general said that in the future, the war will be respected by artillery, and maybe in a few years, the child's title and official position will still be above his father." ”

"Hahaha......" Xie Baichuan laughed: "Okay, wait for that day for my father!" ”

The battle in the afternoon was no different from that in the morning, and in the face of the artillery, thunder shells, arrows, and endless defense equipment at Yanmen, the coalition forces could not find an ideal and easy way to break through, and after losing 10,000 men and horses again, they had to temporarily retreat. Because of the artillery, the siege distance was more than doubled, which meant charging from a greater distance, and running longer distances in the face of the danger of death at any moment. Even in the city, thunderbolts are many times more lethal than arrows, and no protection is effective, as the overwhelming debris will always find the gaps in your armor and burrow into your body.

The biggest headache for the coalition forces was not because of the excessive casualties, but because of the more wounded and fewer deaths. It seems that they lost 20,000 soldiers and horses in a single day's attack, but in fact less than 5,000 died on the spot, and the other 15,000 people were only injured, or the kind of incapacitated wounds, some of them lost their arms, some of them lost their legs, some of them became deaf, some of them became blind.

The most miserable and creepy part of the huge camp is the wounded barracks, and in the absence of a complete medical assistance system, the consequences of being injured on the battlefield can only be death, but it takes a very long and desperate process before death. Neither Wuhuan, Xianbei, nor Buyeo have ever encountered so many injuries that need to be dealt with. Listening to the miserable roars floating over the camp, no one could help but feel sad and frightened in their hearts.

"What to do? That's the idea! If this continues, we will have no choice but to withdraw from the army without the Han people fighting! "King Buyeo is already mad, and he doesn't want to hear the wails of his own people.

King Xianbei glanced at King Wuhuan and sighed: "The Han people are really cunning, they no longer kill but only kill, deliberately damage our morale and morale, it is really hateful." ”

"Who can't see that? The key is how we deal with it! King Buyeo sat down and slashed the knife on the leg of lamb in front of him.

"Why don't you kill it?" The King of Goguryeo, who had not spoken for several days, spoke slowly, with a faint smile on his face while eating his mutton, showing a very elegant appearance: "If you can't do it, my people can do it for you." ”

"No!" King Wuhuan immediately objected: "These are our people, for the sake of the tribe to be born and die, how can they die under the sword of their own people, I don't agree!" ”

"Hehe, too!" The king of Goguryeo hurriedly apologized: "Then it seems that this king is wrong, a few continue, this king will never intervene again." ”

King Xianbei and King Buyeo glanced at each other. The competition for the first battle was very fierce, and the king of Buyeo and the king of Xianbei almost fought for it, they both thought that Yanmen was a soft persimmon, and as long as the army arrived, it could be easily removed. But the result was that King Wuhuan rushed to the rescue and sent his own men without greeting anyone. Then the matter turned out to be a joke for King Wuhuan, and he kicked it on the iron plate.

Fifteen thousand people lay there miserably, although King Wuhuan brought the most soldiers and horses this time, but the loss of 20,000 still hurt his vitality. King Xianbei and King Buyeo seemed to see a hint of difference, and the two understood each other's thoughts after a little eye contact, so a war full of gunsmoke opened in the big tent.

The autumn wind has not yet reached Xiao Suo's sake, but there is a killing atmosphere in the camp of the coalition army. In the eyes of these barbarians, there is no difference between anyone who has no use value and dead cattle and sheep. Driving out the tribe and letting it roam the wilderness is the gentlest way to deal with the old, weak, sick and disabled, and killing them directly is the norm. Only the dead will not compete with them for pasture, for a chance to survive.

Although King Wuhuan was reluctant in every way, he could only bow his head and remain silent in the face of various threats from King Xianbei and King Fuyu. What a heavy blow to Wuhuan from the loss of 20,000 people in his natural way, but he couldn't help it. Either the coalition forces are torn apart, or they are completely controlled by others. As a king, no one wants to be controlled by others, and that's because things don't come to him.

The wounded soldiers may have known their fate, and they gritted their teeth and endured the painful screams, and the originally unconscious woke up miraculously. Most people's eyes were on their king, hoping that their king would say something, but King Wuhuan said nothing. Beheading is the fastest and easiest way to do it, and the killing is bloody and fills a big camp, and even the sky is starting to rain.