The tenth day of August.

Du Ning followed the army to the border of the Western Regions successfully and met with King Yan at the Eighth City of the Western Regions.

"Du Ning, you are finally here!"

King Yan wore a bright yellow armor and a sword at his waist. He led his soldiers out of the city to greet him, his face full of excitement.

"See the prince."

Du Ning saluted King Yan and said slowly: "The commander and staff officer of the artillery battalion of the Ministry of War will report to you."

"Your Majesty!"

The fellow academicians and scholars also surrendered to King Yan.

"This is not the Jinluan Palace, so don't be so polite and come into the city quickly!"

King Yan took Du Ning's arm and walked towards the tower.

Some of the soldiers at the border quietly glanced at Du Ning, with dissatisfaction on their faces, and some showed contempt and disdain.

After entering the city, Du Ning found that except for soldiers, no common people could be seen on the streets.

Because the people have already moved away, this place has become a battlefield.

Everyone was sitting in the hall, and King Yan said to everyone: "Since I led my troops to the Western Regions, I have fought more than ten battles with the grassland people. Their cavalry is really powerful. In the case of a head-on confrontation between the two armies,

Can easily take advantage, so I have tried my best to avoid the edge with the grassland tribe this month. Now that the artillery battalion has joined, the next battle will definitely defeat the enemy. Duning, do you have any good suggestions?

?"

After the words fell, some generals looked at Du Ning, the corners of their mouths raised slightly, showing a little ridicule.

They didn't have any hostility towards Du Ning. They just thought that Du Ning was just a fledgling. How could he know how to march and fight? King Yan actually asked him for his opinion, which was simply unnecessary.

Some generals were also smiling, but after Du Ning said something wrong, they started to make fun of Du Ning.

Du Ning glanced at those people and said slowly: "The Prairie Tribe doesn't know that we already have a mysterious cannon. We can use this to lure the enemy deep and kill the cavalry with artillery. The Prairie Tribe's war horses will be greatly affected when they hear the sound of the cannon."

A big shock will naturally cause the enemy's position to be in chaos. After the cannon fire ends, the prairie cavalry will definitely be defeated. If we quickly send troops to encircle and suppress them, we will definitely win a complete victory."

The expressions of those generals who planned to make fun of Du Ning changed and their smiles stopped.

"Hmph! Just talk on paper!"

Some people still whispered unconvincedly. After all, they were scholars who majored in the art of war. Naturally, they did not believe that Du Ning would be better than them in the application of the art of war.

"Okay, then it will be as you say." King Yan readily adopted Du Ning's tactics.

"Report!"

A soldier suddenly entered the hall, cupped his hands and said: "Your Majesty, one hundred thousand cavalry from the Prairie Clan are rushing toward the Eighth City. The leader is Hu Chiyou, who is less than ten miles away from here."

Du Ning's expression changed slightly. He didn't expect that he would experience a battle with a foreign race just after arriving at the border.

King Yan immediately said: "Send the order, the three armies are ready to fight and attack the grassland people."

"Yes!"

The soldiers retreated and ordered.

King Yan quickly deployed the battle plan to the generals, and many generals immediately followed the orders and did not dare to show any neglect.

"Hu Chiyou, now that our Yun Kingdom has a mysterious cannon, I will definitely capture you alive today!" King Yan's eyes were bright.

The soldiers took action one after another, but Du Ning stayed in the city, commanding the soldiers to place mysterious cannons on the city wall.

Due to time constraints, Duning only deployed twenty mysterious cannons, and each mysterious cannon was equipped with ten rounds.

The use of mysterious cannons on the city wall can exert a longer range and inertia, thereby increasing the range of about 500 meters to between 600 and 700 meters.

"Commander, the mysterious cannon has been deployed, please give instructions."

"After the grassland army enters the firing range, follow my officer's orders and fire quickly. The two hundred rounds of artillery shells must be fired in the shortest possible time." Du Ning ordered the artillery battalion soldiers.

"Yes!"

The artillery battalion soldiers prepared the artillery shells. One person was responsible for igniting the shells, and the other two cooperated to adjust the direction and load the shells.

The reason why the shells must be fired quickly is to not give the grassland people a chance to escape and kill as many as they can in one breath.

Two hundred rounds of artillery shells were fired, and the scene was absolutely spectacular.

After the Xuanji Cannon's attack ended, the prairie tribe's army probably also escaped from the firing range.

At that time, the King of Yan would send out cavalry in light armor to harvest heads and beat up drowned dogs.

Du Ning thought about it, this battle will definitely defeat the enemy on a large scale, it depends on how deep King Yan lures the enemy.

Not long after, King Yan led his army out of the city and faced the grassland tribe's army.

Half an hour later, the Yun Kingdom army met with the grassland tribe’s army.

"Haha...His Royal Highness King Yan, we meet again."

The leader, Hu Chiyou, had an arrogant attitude, and his eyes were full of contempt when he looked at the Yun army.

When he takes the eighth city, he will have made another contribution to the grassland people.

The greater the merit, the more you can compete with the prince for the throne in the future.

Not just Hu Chiyou, but almost all the prairie tribe cavalry looked down upon the Yun Kingdom soldiers and horses.

They have won consecutive games and are really too confident.

"Hu Chiyou, I am here to capture you alive today." King Yan said with a smile.

"Haha..."

The grassland army burst into laughter, as if they had heard a big joke.

"Prince Yan, it's not that I look down on you, but who do you think you are? You want to capture me alive? You really overestimate your capabilities."

Hu Chiyou didn't bother to speak out, and didn't take King Yan's words seriously at all.

"If we really want to capture you alive, I should be the one to capture you alive."

Hu Chiyou was very proud and said: "Mu Yan, you are the Minister of Household Affairs of the Yun State, and you manage the Yun State's treasury. You are not an ordinary person to be able to sit in this position. I intend to give you a chance, as long as you are willing to submit to me.

, this prince guarantees that you will be the king of the grassland tribe with a different surname, and you will still serve in the household department. What do you think?"

King Yan sneered, pointed at the bridge of Hu Chiyou's nose and said, "I would like to know if you will kneel in front of me and beg for mercy after you are captured alive."

"Presumptuous!"

"Arrogant!"

"You deserve it too!"

The grassland people scolded and disapproved of it, and even regarded King Yan as a joke.

"Haha... Okay! This prince is right here, waiting for you to capture him alive!"

Hu Chiyou pointed in the direction of the Eighth City and said: "In today's battle, I will decide the Eighth City. Just wait for the city to be destroyed and people to die!"

"Qiang!"

King Yan stood up with his sword drawn and said loudly: "Brothers, kill!"

"Kill!"

The Yun State army launched an attack from the front.

"How can your Yun Kingdom's army be the opponent of our prairie cavalry?"

Hu Chiyou pulled out the prairie clan's saber and shouted: "Whoever captures Mu Yan alive will be granted the title of Marquis of the Prairie Tribe!"

"Call!"

The prairie tribe's war horses neighed and charged towards the Yun Kingdom's army.

The soldiers and horses of both sides fought head-on.

The grassland tribe's war horses have the blood of the demon tribe. They are much stronger than ordinary war horses, and they are even more brave when charging.

After the war horses of both sides approach, the grassland tribe's war horses will rely on their strength to collide with the Yun Kingdom's war horses.

The war is about to break out.

Jinshi opened his mouth and used the ancient sword of Wen Palace to kill the Prairie tribe. The Prairie tribe practices martial arts, and they can also use the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for their own use. From low to high, they also go from first grade to first grade.

A seventh-level warrior can fight against a scholar's Wen Gong ancient sword with just one weapon and powerful internal martial arts skills.

The masters of both sides fought fiercely, with swords and swords criss-crossing.

As the shouts of death and screams rang out, many people fell in a pool of blood, including the corpses of Yun people and those of prairie people, who were mercilessly trampled by the horses of both sides.

"If you dare to kill my brother, I will fight with you!"

A soldier from the Yun Kingdom pounced on a soldier from the grassland on the opposite side. The two of them rolled off their horses. Then the soldier from the Yun Kingdom drew out the dagger from his waist and slashed the other's throat.

"Presumptuous!"

Another prairie cavalry passed by and hit the Yun soldier on the neck, and his head fell to the ground with a "swish" sound.
To be continued...