I am a commoner, but I will lead the empress to unify the world

Chapter 370: Dayan soldiers, preferring death to surrender

Inside the Loess Fort, all two hundred soldiers were mobilized, holding bows and spears, and moving towards the city wall, ready to resist the enemy's attack.

But when they saw the endless cavalry outside, their hearts suddenly sank.

Their village wall is only about ten feet high and is made of earth.

How can we resist so many wolf-like and tiger-like cavalrymen?

As they got closer, they could already hear the excited screams of the grassland barbarians.

Old Xing and Old Zhou were both dumbfounded.

"Damn it, it's just a fort with 200 people. Is it really necessary to send 10,000 people to attack it?"

The beacon tower has been lit, and the blazing smoke is rising to send signals to other beacon towers.

Although they did not have the Great Wall, there was a fort every ten miles to transmit military intelligence.

They directly lit three beacon fires.

One beacon fire pile represents more than 100 enemies, two represent more than 1,000 enemies, and three represent more than 10,000 enemies.

They needed to quickly transmit signals to distant cities.

Soon the grassland cavalry surrounded the fort.

They didn't have many ladders, and they weren't very tall, but with so many people, they were enough to deal with a small fortress.

"Shoot! Kill!"

Lao Zhou roared angrily, and the soldiers of Huangtu Fort immediately shot arrows downwards.

But among them, there were only fifty archers.

The barbarians are naturally good at riding and shooting.

The barbarians rushed forward, shooting arrows at the Yan soldiers above as they charged.

Old Xing roared,

"Get down! Get down! Don't get hit by arrows, fight them in close combat!"

The Yan army soldiers lay down one after another to avoid the arrows.

Without their arrows, the barbarians rushed even faster.

Those barbarians were like wolves and tigers, surrounding the fort and climbing up with all their might.

When the Yan soldiers on the wall saw the barbarians coming up, they quickly stood up and were about to fight back, but as soon as they stood up, a volley of arrows came from below, shooting them like hedgehogs.

The barbarians had a clear division of labor: those in front climbed the city wall while those behind shot arrows.

If the Yan army did not stand up, they would kill them; if they stood up, they would shoot them with arrows.

Ten thousand people against two hundred people, let alone a fort, they can't even defend a city wall.

What's more, this fortress has no divine thunder and no artillery.

There were only two hundred soldiers and some bows and spears.

"Old Xing, we can't hold on any longer. Tell all the brothers to come down and shoot arrows outside to let the enemy in and kill them. They don't even dare to show their heads now!"

"If we go down, the enemy can also shoot arrows from outside."

"Go in and use the house as cover to engage the enemy in close combat. Kill as many as you can. We can't retreat!"

"We can still break out, Old Xing. I'll lead my men to hold them back. You guys charge towards the south gate. Fight your way out. As many as you can escape!"

They all knew that they had no chance of winning this sudden battle, and the only thing they could do was to break through.

Ya Ma quickly climbed down the earth wall and came into the fortress.

The enemies also climbed up the earth wall and came down continuously, fighting with them at close range.

Their space is getting smaller and smaller.

"Old Xing, hurry up and leave!"

"Go away, you are still young, don't die here!"

"I, Old Zhou, am a fucking lonely man. If I die, I die. What can I do outside? Don't forget that you still have a wife and children!"

Old Xing gritted his teeth and killed a barbarian with one sword. He looked around and found that the south gate and the north gate had been breached. The enemy opened the gate and more barbarians rushed in.

"We can't escape. There are too many enemies. Let's go to the roof and inside the house!"

"Fuck it, let's go! Even if I die, I'm going to take a few more barbarians with me!"

The centurion of Liang State led his men up to the roof one after another.

There were more than 200 of them, but only dozens were left after being killed by the chaotic army.

"Quick, get into the house and kill them. Kill as many as you can!"

"Brothers, we would rather die than take a few people with us. The prince will not forget our sacrifice, and the court will not forget our families!"

"Let's fight these grassland barbarians!"

The centurion of Liang shouted loudly and commanded the soldiers to fight the enemy.

Of course, the two of them were not idle either. Lao Xing took a bow and arrow and kept shooting arrows below to kill the enemies.

Lao Zhou, holding a spear and accompanied by several soldiers, stabbed down the barbarians who tried to climb up.

When the barbarians below saw that the Yan people refused to surrender, they immediately changed their tactics and shot arrows at the roof.

As several screams were heard, the surrounding soldiers were all shot into a hornet's nest.

An arrow hit Lao Xing's right arm and went straight through, making him unable to pull the bowstring anymore.

After killing all the Yan soldiers below, the barbarian soldiers stopped attacking and instead aimed their bows and arrows at the two centurions above.

A war horse slowly walked in from the north gate, and on the horse sat a strong and mighty man.

This man was dressed like a typical grassland man, with dark red skin, a determined look in his eyes, a wolf tooth necklace around his neck, and a prototype hat inlaid with many gems on his head.

Seeing him coming, all the barbarian soldiers saluted.

"Greetings to the Great Barbarian Khan!"

Old Zhou and Old Xing on the roof turned their heads and stared at the grassland king Khan.

There was deep hatred in his eyes.

Qi Yan Huihe also raised his head and looked at them.

The grassland king Khan, who was in his forties, had no contempt or ridicule in his eyes. He just said calmly,

"Are you from Yan or Kun? I heard that the Kun Kingdom seemed to have perished, destroyed by the Yan Kingdom. Is this true?"

Old Zhou and Old Xing didn't say anything, just stared at him.

Qi Yanhui sneered and said,

"You two have been surrounded and are doomed to die. If you don't want to die, kneel down now and pledge allegiance to this Khan.

This Khan will not kill you, and will even give you cattle, sheep and women, because this Khan needs your intelligence and dedication, and needs you to lead the way.

Are you willing to surrender?"

Hearing this, Lao Zhou sneered and shouted angrily,

"You bastards from the grasslands, you killed so many of our brothers from Dayan, and you still want us to surrender? You are dreaming!

Today, you can kill us, but one day, our prince will personally hang your head here to commemorate our wronged souls!"

"Your prince? Who is he? What's his name? Is he powerful?"

Qi Yanhui asked calmly.

"We won't tell you anything. Give up on this idea. The prince will avenge us!"

"So, you're not going to surrender? Think about your wives and children..."

Old Xing cursed,

"My son is the son of a hero, not a traitor! He must live openly in Dayan!

Soldiers of Dayan! Would rather die than surrender! "