freenovelworld Chapter 112: Breaking the City and Suicide
Chapter 112: Breaking the City and Suicide
When the Mohe cavalry broke into the Goryeo military camp, the Goryeo people were stunned.
In their perception, shouldn't they and the Mohe people be allies?
When spears were placed on the leading general's neck, he chose to surrender without hesitation.
The other Goryeo soldiers fled in all directions, but were all shot down by the crossbow battalions ambushed on both sides.
A few lucky ones escaped the range of the crossbow camp, but they saw in despair a cavalry wearing Daqing armor sweeping towards them.
Wang Hu grinned and killed those who had escaped the net one by one, and then quickly took over the camp.
The barbarian camp responsible for the main attack was driven out, but De'erbu did not dare to complain about it.
When Li Che arrived with a large army, the bloody smell in the camp had already dissipated.
Li Che was not surprised by this. When the cavalry attacked the infantry, the Koreans had no room to fight back.
Li Che rode to the center of the camp and looked at the Korean general who was kneeling on the ground and stripped of his armor. He asked:
"Which part are you from?"
The Goryeo general stared with wide eyes, looking confused.
Li Che raised his whip impatiently and whipped him: "Speak!"
The general howled in pain and rolled over on the ground, muttering something incoherently:
"Xiba Songnong, Agaise gives it to Smida!"
Li Che frowned. Do the Koreans in this world also like to say "shiba"?
However, Goryeo seems to have nothing to do with Korea. The ancestors of the Koreans should be Silla people.
"Is there anyone who understands Korean? Come out and translate it." Li Che looked at the soldiers behind him.
The soldiers looked at each other.
Your Highness really thinks too highly of yourself. We are all born criminals, and being a criminal does not require such a high level of education.
Li Che looked at Qiu Bai again.
Qiu Bai shook his head: "I have never learned Korean."
At this moment, a soldier stood up from among the captives and looked at Li Che flatteringly: "General, I am from Huan and can speak Xia language."
Emperor Yang of Huan's three failed attacks on Goguryeo left behind not only hundreds of thousands of dead bodies.
There were also a large number of captured Xia people who were forced to stay in Goryeo.
Among them, some preferred death to surrender and were killed, some fled into the deep mountains and forests to fight guerrilla warfare with the Koreans, and of course there were also some who surrendered.
When they heard him call himself a Xia person, the others looked at him with disdain.
No one looks down on the spineless people who surrender to the barbarians.
Li Che didn't care much about this. Although this person lacked integrity, it didn't mean he couldn't be used.
Besides, wasn’t it Emperor Yang’s fault that these Xia people ended up in such a state?
Although Li Che disdained the idea of surrendering in order to save his life, he could understand it.
"Tell me, which army are you from and what are you doing here?" Li Che asked.
"We are from the grain transport team, responsible for collecting grain and grass." The man said honestly.
Wang Sanchun's eyes widened and he shouted angrily, "Do you think your highness is stupid? This is the north, and Goryeo is to the south. Why are you collecting grain here?"
"If you dare to lie again, I'll chop you down with my sword!"
"I dare not, I dare not. General, you don't know." The man hurriedly explained, "The Goryeo army has traveled a long distance and it is difficult to get supplies from home. Most of the food and fodder is borrowed from the Khitans."
Li Che frowned and said, "Did the Khitans agree?"
"The Khitans fear Yang Zhongsi. Now that we have the opportunity to annihilate them without having to personally fight, they naturally don't mind providing food and aid."
Jie Ming, who was standing nearby, was furious when he heard this and immediately kicked the man in the face: "How dare you! You think you can just call him Marshal!"
"That's enough." Li Che raised his hand to stop Li Ming.
It's a good guide dog, please don't kick it to death.
"Where is the Goryeo army now? How many men and horses are there? What is their food and fodder situation?"
The man stood up, holding his bleeding nose, and said tremblingly, "The army is approaching the city of Andong. They claim to have a hundred thousand men, but in reality, most of them are civilians and auxiliary soldiers."
"As for the food supply, it should be sufficient. The food transport team will only come out once every ten days or so."
Li Che remained indifferent.
Seeing that Li Che remained silent, the man became even more panicked and hurriedly asked, "Generals, are you here to rescue Yang Zhong... Marshal Yang?"
Li Che looked at him: "So what?"
"Then you must hurry. Yesterday, Goryeo's General Jin Shiqing ordered a general attack. I'm afraid Andong City is about to fall."
. . . . . .
"Broken city! Broken city!"
On the stage, Jin Shiqing drew his sword and shouted.
Below the stage, countless Goryeo soldiers rushed forward with roars.
Tall ladders were pushed forward by the soldiers, and catapults roared, throwing huge stones onto the city walls.
There was an endless stream of charging soldiers, while the soldiers who had not yet joined the battle formed square formations.
Led by the officers, they shouted in unfamiliar Xia dialect:
"Yang Zhongsi, if you surrender, His Majesty the Emperor of Goryeo will grant you the title of Duke and appoint you as the Grand General of the Army!"
Goryeo was once a vassal state of the Central Plains. Their king was not allowed to call himself "I" but had to call himself "I" or "I". "Your Majesty" was changed to "Your Highness", "Emperor" was changed to "Lord", and "Crown Prince" was changed to "Crown Prince".
But Emperor Yang's three disastrous defeats gave them courage. Now the Goryeo Kingdom was extremely ambitious, and the king even dared to call himself emperor.
Yang Zhongsi listened to the harsh calls for surrender, looked down at the Goryeo soldiers climbing up the city wall like ants, and his heart was as calm as water.
When the final moment came, he no longer felt unwilling or afraid.
The general died on the battlefield, wrapped in his horse's hide. It was his fate to die in battle.
However, he did not die at the hands of the Khitans, nor did he die at the hands of the Daqing army. Instead, he died at the hands of the Koreans...
A Goryeo soldier climbed over the city wall and just as he stepped on the ground, he showed a look of joy when the sword in Yang Zhongsi's hand fell.
Blood gushed from the soldier's neck and he fell down the city wall wailing.
Listening to the soldiers' miserable howls, Yang Zhongsi made up his mind silently.
As a famous general who traveled across the Western Regions and destroyed countless countries, I must not die at the hands of a rat!
Yang Zhongsi looked to his side and saw a red figure flying on the city wall, and Goryeo soldiers fell down wherever it passed.
The man seemed to have sensed something, stopped what he was doing and looked at Yang Zhongsi.
"Xuan'er..." Yang Zhongsi's eyes were filled with tears and his lips trembled slightly.
Yang Xuan immediately understood what her father meant, and she smiled brightly:
"Daddy, Xuan'er understands."
My father is a famous general of Dahuan and a hero!
As the daughter of a hero, how could I fall into the hands of the Korean villains and suffer such an innocent insult?!
Yang Xuan placed the sword across her white neck, her voice still gentle: "Take care, Daddy. I'll go ahead."
Yang Zhongsi's body trembled, and after a moment he managed to speak:
"My son, go ahead. I will be there soon."