As night comes, everything is silent.

Tiemur was in the mansion and had a simple and easy-to-understand exchange with the beauties he stole. Suddenly, a entourage came outside the door to report that there was something strange in the barracks of the Literary and Art Army, as if a large number of soldiers were taking advantage of the night to go out.

Tiemur, who had just been satisfied twice, quickly threw away Meiji, put on his clothes, rushed out of the door with a strange fishy smell, and rushed to the top of the city with his men.

On the way, another wave of messengers came, saying that a large number of literary and artistic troops had appeared outside the city.

Tie Muer became more and more excited when he heard this. He had a fighting personality. He always suppressed his impulse out of alert these days. If the literary and artistic army dared to really attack the city, it would satisfy his desire to fight.

As he rushed to the top of the city, Tiemur saw the dense figures outside the city at a glance. Although he couldn't see the situation outside under the night sky, the scene of dense figures gathering in an array can be seen.

Touching his chin, Tiemur couldn't understand the thoughts of the Literary and Art Army, but he had no intention of waiting for the Literary and Art Army to attack first, and directly commanded the archers on the top of the city to take the lead in attacking.

Because it was night, the Mongolian army could not see outside clearly, so its accuracy naturally decreased a lot. However, the literary and artistic army stations outside were densely packed and there was no need to aim at it. A group of archers bent their bows and arrows, and arrows that were densely packed like rain roared down, shooting down the blockbusters of literary and artistic army.

Seeing the collapse of the Literary and Art Army, Tiemur couldn't help laughing, but before he could laugh three times, a cold light suddenly appeared in the Literary and Art Army outside the city, rushing to the top of the city like a strong wind, turning into a surging frost and wind exploding, killing dozens of archers.

Before Tiemur could react, twelve cold lights burst out one after another, turning into twelve frost winds and exploded on the top of the city, killing four or five hundred Mongolian soldiers.

"Bastard!" Tie Muer was furious when he saw this. He snatched the iron spear from the hand of the entourage beside him and threw it hard at the cold light. However, the person who took the action had obviously moved to another place, and the iron spear he threw directly stabbed the air.

The person who just took action was naturally Ren Jiasheng. Now he is at the ninth level of the fifth level, although his strength is not as strong as the sixth level, but with the feather of the divine eagle, the power of the spiritual magic that he blesses on the arrows is naturally doubled, and he can be said to have suppressed the Mongolian archers on the entire city wall with one person.

This is the terrifying thing about a top archer, especially as he hides in the darkness, making it difficult to predict the magic and ghosts. On the contrary, the lights on the city are bright, and if the Mongolian army is in the daytime, they will be completely alive targets.

"Shoot me!" Concerning that the terrain outside was not suitable for cavalry charge, Tiemur did not rashly order out of the city to fight, but instead directed his archers to continue the attack.

Not to mention tens of thousands of Mongolian archers on the entire wall, there are still three thousand people. So many people shoot together, and the number of casualties caused to the Literary and Art Army is naturally far more capable of the Mongolian soldiers shot by Jiasheng alone.

Although the Condor Heroes took action together, the Condor Heroes practiced the string-breaking archers. They paid attention to not shooting, but shooting head-on. Facing the Mongolian soldiers standing on the high city walls, their shooting was indeed not very effective.

Seeing that the literary and artistic army had never attacked the city, but had been shooting at the city, Tiemur couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.

The situation is very obvious now. In terms of shooting skills alone, even if there is darkness, the literary and artistic army's efficiency in killing enemies is not as good as that of its own.

Fearing that the Literary and Art Army was about to divide the troops to raid other city gates, he hurriedly observed the Wenbang army outside the city until he was sure that the other side had at least 20,000 people, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

If the other party secretly divides troops and raids other city gates, it will be very dangerous for him to be at that time.

But it seems that the Literary and Art Army obviously did not expect this. But since that is the case, why are they foolishly shooting against their side all the time outside?

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"Of course it's to attract their attention!"

Responding to He Jun's inquiry, Fu Feng smiled and looked at Beibei across the river with his arms around him, sneering: "Otherwise, our actions here will be easily seen!"

At this time, Fu Feng was no longer surrounded by the three thousand people from the previous first battalion, but the first, second and third battalions of the Yanhu Army, and a total of nine thousand Iron Tiger Armored Soldiers.

After all, it was just expanded and the three newly built battalions were just ordinary soldiers, so they were all left with Ren Jiasheng. Only these three old battalions that had followed him to the Northern Expedition of the Great Jin Dynasty were brought here by Fu Feng.

As an old man from the Rock Tiger Army, He Jun's three-level strength is obviously unable to continue to lead the first battalion of troops. However, after all, he was an old man who had joined since his initial establishment. Fu Feng transferred him to his side to serve as the captain of the guard.

Although he was still a little confused, He Jun did not ask again. With a wave of his hand, he led everyone to the shore with Fu Feng, boarded the raft, rowed barely, and swam to the other side.

Because the raft was not heavy enough, the Lao Third Battalion and the New Third Battalion exchanged armor for this operation. At this moment, the 9,000 people in the Lao Third Battalion were wearing ordinary light armor, otherwise the raft alone would really not be able to withstand so many people.

Because of the war at Ximen, the Mongolian soldiers in Beibei City were attracted by the attention there. Even the Mongolian soldiers on the Nanmen side never felt that thousands of people were quietly crossing the river on rafts.

The river flow at night was not turbulent, but in just half a stick of incense, Fu Feng and others had already arrived at the bottom of the city wall first and touched the wall. Fu Feng pulled out a short knife from under the skin behind him, inserted it into the wall, and then pulled out one and inserted it higher. And so on, like climbing a rock climb with one short knife after another, climbing up towards the wall.

At the same time, the other soldiers of the Yanhu Army, like him, climbed up along the city wall with short swords.

Fu Feng is not a spiritual master, and he cannot use his spiritual consciousness to scan the situation on the wall. However, as a sixth-level martial artist, he doesn't need any means. He climbed up the wall first without saying a word. The earth's soul thoughts were first to unfold, quietly covering the entire city wall. Then he pressed lightly, and all the Mongolian soldiers didn't even have time to say anything. They were immediately crushed by the sudden increase in pressure and turned into a pool of meat mud.

After everyone climbed up the wall, Fu Feng breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, the most difficult part of this link was to seize the wall. Whether it was crossing the river or climbing the city wall before, once Meng soldiers appeared, if Tiemur evacuated early, it would be impossible for them to catch up with the cavalry alone.

However, since it has occupied the wall, then no matter how powerful Tiemur is, there will be no room for a turnaround.

He sneered, Fu Feng raised the black unicorn sword and said solemnly: "Listen, I'll get off the city. Whether it's Song or Meng, anyone who appears on the street wearing armor will be killed without mercy!"

"We don't want to capture prisoners in this battle!"

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Half an hour before the war started in Beibei West Gate, standing on the messy mountain road, A Shu sneered with a clear face.

He could see that the Han Tie Army had no terrain advantage anymore. The general of the literary and artistic army with strong defense must have appeared. He was forced to retreat overnight. Moreover, seeing the messy appearance of the ground, the other party was obviously in a hurry and there was no time to take away many supplies.

"Sir, what should we do next?" One of the generals who first showed signs of Han Tie Army withdrawal came over and asked.

"Next?" Touching his chin, A Shu looked around thoughtfully, and suddenly sneered, "Chase!"

The general was stunned when he heard this and hesitated: "Sir, what if the other party sets up an ambush..."

A Shu laughed: "Without those ditches, you can prevent the other party from ambushing by sending scouts in advance, not to mention that the next step is flat, so what will they rely on to ambush us?"

So, A Shu led his army to pursue the Han Tie Army in the direction of retreating.

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At the same time, the shooting at Ximen in Beibei, which lasted for a cup of tea, was finally temporarily over.

On the city wall, under the order of Tiemur, a large number of archers who were raising their strength climbed to the top of the city and replaced the Mongolian soldiers who were killed and injured in battle.

Outside the city, all the injured soldiers had retreated to the rear of the army. As for those who died in battle, because the night was too dark, they could only let them lie there for the time being.

However, with the hazy moonlight, Tiemur and others could vaguely see the dense corpses outside the city. Obviously, after the attack just now, at least seven or eight thousand people were shot and killed by their own side.

I learned from the adjutant that the number of casualties was only 2,000, Tiemur smiled proudly. In this way, if the Literary and Art Army dared to attack them as ignorantly as before, it would take less than an hour to ensure that there would be no living person outside the city.

Just as it was worth it, Tiemur suddenly turned his head and looked south. Although the light was not bright, he still saw a large number of people coming from the south.

With a frown, Tiemur ordered the soldiers under his command to concentrate and be alert, while looking carefully at the place.

But in a moment, the army had arrived outside the city. There were two flags in the army, one with the "Wen" character with a black dragon pattern and the other with a "Ti" character with a blue shield pattern.

"That is the Han Iron Army of the Literary and Art Army." A deputy general said in surprise.

"That's the enemy?" Tie Muer frowned, and looked at the Han Tie Army and the Rock Tiger outside the city, and the two armies of the Condor Heroes gathered together. The number of people suddenly increased a lot, which made Tie Muer's face darker.

Just as Timur was about to order another shot, he suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves coming from afar. When he turned his head and looked, he saw a cavalry flying from the south.

"Is it A Shu? Hey, it seems that he was chasing him while he was victorious!" Tiemur reacted and immediately laughed.

At the same time, as if A Shu was chasing, the literary and artistic army that had just met immediately retreated backward like a tide.

Behind the Literary and Art Army were the continuous mountains. They were all infantry. Although they were numerous, they were not too slow to separate their troops. Before A Shu arrived, they had retreated to the deep mountains.

Seeing that all the Literary and Art Army had retreated into the mountains, A Shu frowned and did not pursue him anymore. After all, they were all cavalrymen, and it was inconvenient to fight in the mountains. If they were ambushed by the Literary and Art Army, they might lose their troops and generals.

Just as he was planning to lead his troops to Beibei for one night, A Shu suddenly saw the dense corpses around him. At first, he just glanced at him casually, but suddenly, his expression suddenly changed, and he quickly turned over and got off the horse and walked quickly to a corpse.

When he turned the corpse over and looked at it, his face looked ugly in an instant, because there was a corpse on his hand. It was clearly a rough wooden man, but he was wearing simple armor and looked like a living person under the night.

Standing up, A Shu scanned the entire battlefield, and vaguely saw that 90% of the corpses were filled with arrows.

Although A Shu is a soldier, he doesn't know what the conspiracy of the Literary and Art Army was difficult to guess what it was when he passed by before.

But for some reason, when A Shu felt a chill in his heart when he saw these wooden men, he seemed to have fallen into Wenbang's trap.

It was already late at night, and the army arrived overnight without rest and was exhausted. A Shu didn't care about it for a moment and directly led the army into the city, intending to ask Tie Muer to tell him about his presence.

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Seeing all the Mongolian troops entering Beibei, Ren Jiasheng and Fu Zan, who had just met, came to Deng Yitong together. The three of them stood in the dense forest on the mountainside, looking at Beibei City, which was covered by the night in the distance.

"Military advisor, Fu Zan does not let down his entrustion." Fu Zan grinned and smiled.

"Thank you for your hard work, General Fu," Deng Yitong bowed and smiled, glanced at the two of them, and said with a smile, "I wonder if the two generals still have the strength?"

"Of course, I have always preserved my physical strength." Fu Zan laughed.

Ren Jiasheng nodded: "I listen to the demolition of the military advisor."

"Then Deng is not polite," Deng Yitong smiled slightly, looked at Beibei opposite the mountain with his eyes fixedly, and said softly, "After this battle, both the west and north sides of Chongqing Prefecture are owned by my Dawen. Let's see how much response the Chongqing Prefecture will make, and what trump card Meng Ge left for Chongqing Prefecture to dare to ignore my Dawen so much."

After sighing for a while, Deng Yitong smiled again and waved his hand: "General Fu is the vanguard, and the soldiers of the Han Tie and Yanhu New Third Battalion can start siege, and let the general lead the Condor Heroes to cover the cover and do his best to restrain the Mongolian army."

"Here!" Ren Jiasheng and Fu Zan held their fists together to receive the order.
Chapter completed!