Night, Yanghekou.
As an important hub for the logistics transfer of Yexian's army, nearly 5,000 troops were stationed at Yangheguan.
This small border town was supposed to be full of people coming and going, with a constant flow of people.
But at this moment, there were only countless patrolling Wala soldiers and carriages that almost never stopped.
In the darkness in the distance, a group of people disappeared behind a small hill.
Yang Xin looked at Yang Hekou from a distance, where the lights were still burning, and asked softly.
"When is it?"
The general next to him also replied in a suppressed voice: "General, it's three o'clock in the Yin hour."
Yang Xin nodded and said: "The time agreed with General Fan is less than a quarter away. Let the brothers prepare to attack the city at dawn!"
Just before dawn is the darkest time.
The city wall at Yanghekou is more than ten feet high, but it is an earthen wall. However, this is already very good for the Wala soldiers who have only been able to live on the grassland chasing water and grass for a long time.
The weather was getting colder and colder, and the few soldiers guarding the city couldn't help but secretly drink a few sips of kumiss.
The night was long, and a bunch of people couldn't help but complain.
"I heard that the Grand Master has already reached Zijingguan. It won't be long before he can capture most of the capital."
"What's the use? The glory and achievements belong to others and have nothing to do with us who can only transport food and grass."
"So what on earth are we doing? The warriors of Immortal Heaven should be riding horses on the battlefield instead of hiding behind this damn wall..."
As they talked, these soldiers left the city wall, got together, and talked loudly by the light of the torches nearby.
"What are you doing?"
A voice that contained anger sounded, and several Wara soldiers jumped up from the ground in fright.
"Polo...Lord Polo..."
Behind them was a Mongolian nobleman wrapped in furs, followed by a dozen followers. He was waving the scimitar in his hand and roaring at them in a low voice.
As the most critical place for logistics transfer, Ye Xian naturally had to leave a trustworthy person, Polo, Ye Xian's younger brother, to be responsible for guarding Yanghekou.
Looking at the few Ora soldiers who ran back to guard in despair, Polo felt a headache.
Warriors on the grassland have always advocated freedom and bravery.
What they hope more is to be able to gallop on the vast grassland on a horse, or to harvest lives on the battlefield with a sharp scimitar.
Defending the city is boring and boring for them.
Over the past few days, he had given many orders, but he still could not arouse the vigilance of the soldiers below, forcing him to come and inspect them in person every night.
With a sigh, Polo raised his feet and was about to walk towards the next city gate, but suddenly stopped.
He felt the earth shaking slightly!
Ignoring the expensive fur coat on his body, Polo immediately leaned down on the ground, his ears pressed to the ground, and he even held his breath tightly.
After just a few breaths, Polo stood up, his face as gloomy as water.
They are cavalry, at least 4,000 cavalrymen!
Pishou snatched the horn from the hand of the messenger beside him.
Immediately, the loud sound of the trumpet resounded throughout the city gate.
Torches were lit one after another, and the originally dark city was quickly illuminated. Polo stared closely into the distance.
The first glimmer of morning light shone on the earth, and in the distance, high smoke and dust rose in the northeast.
In the faint morning light, a large flag with the word "Yang" stood fiercely in the wind.
Yang?
A terrible guess came to Polo's mind, and he suddenly panicked. He grabbed the clothes of the entourage beside him and shouted.
"Quick, go and bring the two thousand people from Xicheng over!"
Yanghekou is called a city but is actually a fortress. It is composed of fortresses connected one after another. It goes in from the east and goes out from the west. To the east is the direction of Xuanfu and to the west is the direction of Datong.
Because it is not far from Datong, Polo always pays attention to the movements of Datong. Nearly 3,000 of the 5,000 people are stationed in Xicheng.
But I never thought that it would be the Yang family from Xuan Mansion who came!
He could only secretly pray to the Changsheng Heaven. It was not "King Yang" who personally led the army. Otherwise, he would not be able to defend it no matter what.
"Alazhiyuan is a loser. He can't even bear to see an empty Xuanfu."
Polo couldn't help cursing in his heart, but his eyes were fixed on the Yang-shaped banner getting closer and closer in the distance.
At the same time, at the west city gate.
The Ora soldiers gathered quickly. Defending the city was their weakness, but as a tribe on the grassland,
Even within your own tribe, you must beware of attacks by wild beasts and wolves at night.
Therefore, all warriors on the grassland are very vigilant every night.
Especially when Polo makes repeated orders.
At this time, the Wala army showed excellent military qualities. As soon as they received the order, they mounted their horses and rushed towards the east city.
In just a few breaths, there were less than five or six hundred people left in Xicheng, which was originally heavily guarded.
At this time, relying on the weak morning light, the Wala soldiers guarding the city suddenly felt their eyes stinging.
Immediately afterwards, countless arrows descended from the sky, reflecting the cold light!
The ground was shaking, and in the distance there were also cavalry of about four to five thousand people, rushing towards the city gate quickly.
In the morning light, a large flag with the word "Fan" stood in the wind!
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King Bodu is Yexian's third younger brother. Like Yexian, he is alert and cunning, and possesses intuition that is different from ordinary people.
So he is very anxious now.
He also first raised his troops to attack the capital of the Ming Dynasty, leaving King Bodu with ten thousand troops to camp outside Datong City to guard Guo Deng in Datong City to prevent him from risking sending troops to support the capital or making a surprise attack on Yanghe.
King Bodu was a very cautious person.
He had found out very clearly early on that there were only about 8,000 troops in Datong City.
Based on these troops, he was sure that Guo Deng would not dare to send troops.
After all, compared to other places, Datong was the fundamental town on the border of the Ming Dynasty.
This is indeed the case. Datong has been very peaceful these days, so peaceful that King Bodu sometimes felt that his brother was worrying too much.
According to the military reports he received, things were not going well for his brother at the front.
If he had added the ten thousand troops in his hands, he wouldn't have been held up at a mere horse-drawing pass for seven days.
However, today, King Bodu was extremely agitated.
He vaguely felt that something was about to happen.
The light of dawn gradually fell. King Bodu had been awake almost all night. At this moment, he felt something in his heart. He immediately opened the big tent and looked in the direction of the sun and the mouth.
In the distance, the fire is soaring into the sky!
"It's broken, gather the army!"
King Bodu's angry voice echoed in the entire tent, and his followers immediately came down. Within a moment, the loud trumpet sound also sounded.
At this moment, two Wala soldiers who were keeping watch hurriedly ran in from outside, fell on the ground and said.
"Sir, Guo...Guo Deng is calling!"
"Asshole, how is that possible? How can a large group of cavalry be so quiet!"
King Bodu was upset and kicked away the Wala soldiers who reported the news.
He hurried to the camp gate.
Then, he understood!
Guo Deng was riding on a horse, and behind him were the infantrymen in a neat formation, so dark and thick that they could not be seen to the end.
King Bodu glanced at it and his heart almost dropped.
This scale must be at least more than 10,000 people.
They were fully armored and arrayed about a thousand paces outside the camp gate, showing no signs of attacking.
In the distance, in the direction of Yanghekou, a faint black smoke rose from the extinguished fire, soaring upwards, which also made King Bodu's heart drop to the bottom...
With a gloomy face, King Bodu roared and shouted.
"Assemble the army and leave the camp!"
This chapter has been completed!