When the allied forces of the grassland tribes thought that they would spend the whole winter in the city of Guanshan County safely, and then returned to the grassland with the captive population and wealth, Dunmao Chao and Ladd led the men and horses of the Taiqige tribe to the south, and went to the city, and in just a few hours, the originally bustling Taiqige tribe camp was left without troops.

For this reason, the lord of the Chiyu Jin Division, the old man who likes to use one leaf and one golden tea leaf in the south of Dayao to cook milk tea to show his noble status, learned the news, and laughed at the rest of the most major lords who were also drinking at the same banquet, but he did not think that how many warriors of the Taiqi Ge Department would die under the towering city wall.

Having said that, the tribes were still nominally allied forces, and the Taiqige tribe was the leading tribe among the tribes, so the lords of the steppe sent several teams of trained warriors to follow the horses of the Taiqige tribe for the sake of prudence, after all, they had also drunk the wine of the alliance, and the most despised people on the grassland were the treacherous people.

However, the total number of slaves and cavalry of the Taiqige Department is less than 30,000 capable warriors, and the remaining 20,000 are the ranks of those Taiqige slaves. In the previous sieges, the slaves had proved to be as brave as the cavalry of the nobles, and those who did not even have shoes and boots or warm robes each had only a short blade attached to their mouths, and the swiftness with which the ants ascended the city was beyond the reach of the former. After seeing the combat power of these slaves with their own eyes, the lords of the tribes began to think about when they would train the slaves in the clan after returning to the grassland.

The soldiers and horses of the grassland tribes added to the Taiqi Ge Department had a total of nearly 50,000 people, and if the soldiers and horses of the two sides were spread out against each other in the wilderness, and the more than 10,000 Jinju state troops in the city might not be able to survive even an hour. But it is obvious that Song Zhiwen will not be stupid enough to send the Jinju state army, which is already inferior in numbers, out and round the city, and the barbarians will inevitably have to carry out the most difficult siege battle since entering Jinju.

The siege equipment built by the Taiqige Department will be lost more than 30% every time it is applied, and according to this method, the coalition forces of the grassland tribes will have to climb the Yaoren's city wall with their bare hands, and the casualties will also increase exponentially. However, every time before the start of the war, he would use tricks to conjure up a few instruments, and after adding them, they would be enough to administer.

After the last few battles, they did not add siege equipment before the battle, so they couldn't even find a slightly longer bamboo ladder to send the brave to the city, so they had to abandon the plan to capture and round the last county in the north of the city, and instead pick the neighboring large counties that are relatively soft persimmons. Despite this, without the help of those rushing horns and torch stone carts, the coalition forces of the steppe tribes finally buried more than 1,000 corpses in the trench under the city in the face of the county town, which had not many defenders.

Think about it with the horse's hooves, the largest garrison in Jinju must not be comparable to the previous county towns, how can the slaves of your Taiqi Gebu climb the earthen fortress more than a zhang high with their bare hands, and how can they climb and round the city wall that seems to be connected to the sky?

The people of these tribes have already plundered enough wealth in those counties and counties, and if they want to storm and round the city, they are afraid that the city will not be captured in the end, and not many people in their own tribe will die, and then they will return to the grassland and have no spare strength, and they will not be allowed to be slaughtered by neighboring tribes.

"My lord, the soldiers and horses of all the tribes are still two miles away from the cavalry of our rearguard. "None of these lords have kept their oath to their promises!

The heavy armor was black with fur at the edges, and the head of the white wolf on the helmet was half-grinning and baring its fangs, shining a little pale in the sun. On horseback, his back was as straight as steel, and the posture of the lord of the Taiqi Ge tribe at this moment was completely comparable to that of the most athletic young man on the grassland.

Only the companion closest to Dun Mao knew the desolation in his eyes as he sewed the iron bar into the lining of his armor with leather. He is so old that he no longer has the confidence to sit upright on the back of a horse and straighten his waist, and he needs to use these foreign objects that he originally disdained to maintain his invincible demeanor in front of everyone in the Taiqi Ge Division.

"Ignore them, these scavenging owls can only follow behind the warriors of the Taiqige tribe and eat their leftover scraps!" shouted to the people behind the horses, and the people of the Taiqige tribe responded to him with a tsunami-like cry.

The slaves and cavalrymen of the Taiqige tribe loved this lord from the bottom of their hearts, and he would not be angry with even the lowliest herdsmen in the tent for a moment, and he would give them most of the wealth he had gained after each battle. It was a lucky thing for them to be able to fight with this lord who had not yet grown old in the land of the Yao people.

"Lord, do we really want to be the first tribe to attack and annex Yuancheng?" Companion Dang worriedly raised the concern that he was also a lot of generals of the Taiqige Division, "Chi Youjin and the Kuluer Department are both watching from behind, the Lord of the Kuluer Department is still in awe of you, but the old thing of the Chi Youjin Department almost didn't shoot arrows in the back when we attacked the city!"

The hatred of the old lord of the Chiyujin tribe against the Taiqige tribe is known to the children who can ride horses on the grassland, and Dun Mao is naturally clear about this, "Whether the old guy can survive the next winter is a matter of two words, and his successor is not much different from his father's stupidity...."

"Ten years, as long as the Taiqige Department returns to the grassland after winning this war, as long as ten years, you can only see the people of the Taiqige Department galloping on the grassland when you look around the four fields!"

Suddenly clenched his right hand into a fist and slammed it on the heart shield on his chest with all his might, gritting his teeth to suppress the blood that was coming down his throat.

After a short period of dizziness, he suddenly woke up, and a wave of fatigue gradually swept through his body, and the companion was worried and took the horse to the side, but a few moments of dizziness made the companion notice that he was one of the few people who knew how the body was now, and the current lord of the Taiqi tribe had to be accompanied by someone even at night, if such dizziness was in the middle of the night, when he got up the next morning, he could only find a cold corpse outside the tent.

"If only I survive ten years...", he muttered in a whisper that no one could hear, the overwork and injuries he had suffered from decades of fighting had taken him through his old age, and had also shortened his lifespan.

Dunmao does not have the martial arts realm like Bald Batu, and naturally he does not have the physique to be a stallion at this age. Although he was in a very good position compared to many old herdsmen who could only survive at this age, this kind of physical fitness was not enough to support the work he intended to accomplish.... Great feat.

Although he suddenly knew that it was impossible for the Yao people to take out another formed cavalry army to sneak attack in the middle of the march, if there were, it would be impossible for the Yao people to sit back and watch several cities being destroyed and ignore them according to the Yao people's consistent style, but the great achievement was in front of him, and he had to be more cautious.

"That Yao is well watched?"

"Betting on the last cavalry, escorted by a team of hundreds, it is not easy for Ballobatu himself to intercept and kill. The companion replied to him, "But that Yao man doesn't seem to be in good spirits these days, and several good people in the clan are looking at him, afraid that he will kill himself." ”

"What he is going to do is a betrayal to their clan, and it is a devastating betrayal to this clan, and people of flesh and blood will be afraid, let alone such a coward. "No matter what method you use, I want him to be in your sight for the next few days, rest assured, he will not kill himself." ”

Song Zhiwen's idea was indeed not wrong, and he did make preparations and hoard a batch of siege equipment in another hidden place. However, the number of siege weapons in this batch is only a fraction of the burned equipment in the nameless valley, and even if it is fully arranged, it is not enough for two thousand troops to use, and after removing the previous wear and tear, the remaining equipment is not even enough for them to break down the gates of a county town.

The reason why Dun Mao chose to bet all his chances of winning on that Yao man was because he saw in that Yao man's eyes that the desire to live was stronger than he had ever seen, and a person who wanted to live so much would do whatever it took to keep him alive.

And that Yao man told 1 that if his thing was true.... The city defenses were almost empty to him.

He waited for decades to set foot on this land, and when his legs and feet were no longer as dexterous as they used to be, his back began to stiffen, and his hair turned half white. He couldn't tolerate waiting any longer, most of the Taiqige tribe's accumulation over the years was here, and if this campaign failed to make a contribution, the hope that the Taiqige tribe would still be able to protect the most powerful tribe in the grassland would be extremely slim.

But he knew that his death was in the near future, maybe three years, maybe five years, and the increasingly cold winter was not something that the old man on the grassland could easily survive.

The cavalry of the Taiqige tribe spread their horns on both flanks, and the slave warriors on foot ran quickly following the ranks of the leading cavalry, and the few remaining siege equipment were pulled by the slaves with ropes, and the men and horses of the rest of the tribes were still watching from a distance, as if they had no intention of contributing.

Suddenly he looked up at the head of the city, the city he had been dreaming of for half his life, and he scratched his head five hundred paces away, and the fire of his conquest burned like a coal mine.

Drawing his sword, he suddenly shouted at the slave phalanx behind him and gave the order to attack, and the slaves shouted and strode towards the city gate, and there was a rain of arrows falling on the city.

After he died, even if the flood was terrible.