All the artillery positions in Nanshan City fired at the fastest speed. The gunners loaded ammunition, reset the artillery, fired the artillery, and mechanically repeated these actions over and over again. The battle in the smoke lasted for three quarters of an hour, and the Liao army siege lost its voice.

Zhao Xingde ordered the musketeers to go to the city to be alert and paused the shelling. When the smoke gradually dissipated, the real corpses were piled up like mountains under the walls of Nanshan City. The closer they were to the city wall, the thicker the corpses of the Liao army were piled up. Below the base of the wall, the mud bags and layers of corpses were as high as two or three feet high. The sticky blood slowly flowed down the terrain and gradually freezing. The sunlight shone through the smoke and shone on the blood-red ice surface, reflecting a turbid and weird light. This hell-like scene, the old soldiers who had been through the battlefield were also extremely shocked. The slightly weaker Han soldiers immediately leaned on the city wall and vomited.

Zhao Xingde held the city wall with both hands, leaned out and looked down, taking a deep breath. A black shadow flew past the sky, and his eyes saw it, but his body was still motionless. "General Zhao, be careful of the stone bullet!" The Han army beside him shouted one after another, but no one dared to come up and pull him. He could only stand behind while shouting, looking at the general's silent back. Many people can't forget this scene.

The stone bullet rubbed against the city and flew over the heads of the crowd. But another stone bullet hit the city wall, and the place where everyone stopped trembled violently. After the Liao army retreated, the Liao Kingdom's artillery became fierce again, but no matter how they looked, they seemed to be shouting in anger. Zhao Xingde just looked silently at the endless Liao army camp tents in the distance, and the iron barrel cannons spewing flames and smoke. The stone bullets drew arcs in the sky, and below the sky was a battlefield covered with corpses.

The rammed earth city walls were covered with craters, and arrows shot by the Liao army were inserted into the city walls. When the cold wind blew, the tail feathers of the arrow shaft trembled and rustled, just like the sound of the breeze blowing through the bamboo forest, there was a chill here.

Zhao Xingde turned his head and said in a deep voice: "After this time, the morale of the enemy was exhausted. The artillery team took turns to guard the injured brothers." His voice was not loud, but thick, which made people feel a sense of warmth. The Han army was sure and busy agreeing. In this battle, the main casualties of the defenders were musketeers at the top of the city. Although the power of the cannons made the Han army no longer have to shoot arrows at the top of the city, there were always fish that risked their lives to climb to the top of the city in the siege of Liao. The Han army musketeers shot far and near stabs, proved their own with battle, and also suffered a lot of casualties.

The Liao army reported great hopes for this offensive, with extremely fierce offensives and extremely terrible casualties. Five miles away from Nanshan City, in front of the central army tent in the south, 20,000 Liao cavalry were stationed in all directions, and in the center of the school grounds, each of the Liao army that had just retreated was standing. Except for those who were seriously injured and unable to move, nearly 10,000 people stood straight in the cold wind. The generals of each Liao army stood at the forefront of their respective phalanxes. Some of these generals were injured, some were disheveled, and some were even more embarrassed in the howling north wind.

The tent of the central army tent had been lifted up to both sides. The tent was covered with carpets made of animal skins. There were more than a dozen short tables on the carpets, and some fruits were simply furnished. A pile of charcoal fires in the tent were burning, and the roasted yellow lamb on the racks were browned and exuding an attractive fragrance. The generals in the southern camp of Liao Kingdom, from the right deputy commander Xiao Yixue and the right deputy commander Guo Baoyi, were sitting on the left and right. Xiao Tachi sat upright on the throne, and he couldn't see the defeated soldiers. In the north wind, the generals were covered in dust and the soldiers who were disguised as armor were trembling. Tens of thousands of people stood there for half an hour. Xiao Tachi still didn't say a word, and the generals dared not make decisions without authorization, so they could only accompany the commander to do so.

"Young powerful, even if you don't know how to advance or retreat," Guo Baoyi sighed inwardly, "How can you be so perverted? If you were not Your Majesty's son-in-law, Empress Xiao's beloved son-in-law, these arrogant soldiers and generals would have turned against you long ago." He thought so in his heart, but his face was calm. It is common for a young general to be arrogant because of favor. Guo Baoyi had a little contact with each other and believed that Xiao Tachi had the appearance of an eagle looking at a wolf and should not be offended easily. Yelu Dashi and Empress Xiao really cherished him. It was not up to him, so Guo Baoyi would naturally not stand out for others.

The Liao generals next to him were also sitting on the ground. They had similar ideas to Guo Baoyi and did not want to get into trouble. Since the general Yelu Yanshan was injured and returned to Shangjing for recuperation, Xiao Tachi took over the southern camp. At first, some people thought he was young and easy to bully, but they knew that although this person was young, he was extremely experienced in attacking. After several battles, several generals who had advanced died and injured, no one dared to infringe on the rebellion again.

The entire school ground was quiet, and only the sound of the north wind whistling was heard. Suddenly, a sound of horse hooves broke the silence. Xiao Tachi's eyes lit up. He raised his head, but there were dozens of cavalry tent soldiers, each carrying a big bag, galloping to the tent, and taking the first riding rider off the horse, resting, and lying: "Mr. Duke, our army was ordered to capture and kill deserters, and seized the 122nd head level. Please check it." After that, the palace tent soldiers behind dismounted one after another, spreading the bags, each filled with head level, piled up like a hill. Many heads were wide open, as if full of fear, and as if they were dying with their eyes open. They did not die under the artillery fire of the Han army, but died at the hands of their tribe members.

The deserter's head caused a commotion in the Liao army, but the generals in the central army's tent relaxed a little. One general had achieved success and killed the deserter. Everyone had done it. "Xiao Tachi did not deliberately humiliate us, but was waiting for these heads to kill the chicken to warn the monkey." The generals felt relieved when they thought of this.

Xiao Tachi Chi praised, "It's done well!" He ordered his personal soldiers to give a roast sheep to the general who paid the order. He looked at the generals in the tent and then said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty is waiting for us to conquer Nanshan City and capture and kill the Han army rebels. In this battle today, these people are not only cowards, but also want to escape and become traitors of the Liao Dynasty. Therefore, if they don't kill them, I can't explain to Your Majesty, and I can't face you with peace of mind." His voice was a little hoarse, as if metal was rubbing out, word by word, as if it was about to drill into people's ears.

Xiao Tachi's uncle was also a powerful general in the Liao army. Urgon and these Liao generals were of peer relationships, so Xiao Tachi respectfully called most generals as uncles according to the rules on the grassland. But the generals could call it this way, and the generals in the tent dare not accept it. Some gave in moderation: "The Lord of the Tutor is so serious." Some echoed: "These scums are really a shame for the Khitans!" Some frowned and said without saying a word. Although Yelu Yanshan, who was originally in the camp in the south, had a bad temper, he regarded the Khitan people as his hands, feet, and flesh, and was the closest thing to the military soldiers. Even if they were deserters, they would only be punished according to the military law and would never be killed so casually. Now, if this young powerful Xiao Dutong has a completely opposite style.

At the lower right of the central army tent, General Su Zhi, Yelubo, pinched his knuckles on the wine glass, and cursed in a low voice: "What qualifications do the barbarians on the grassland have to kill the noble Khitans?" Yelubo was a royal family and was arrogant by nature. He commanded the 5,000 palace tent troops and did not usually buy Xiao Dutong's tent. Although Xiao Tachi could not move him, he passed Yelubo and directly commanded the subordinates of the palace tent troops. If there were any generals who disobeyed the orders and did not obey the military law, he would immediately engage in military law. In this way, it would be equivalent to undermining Yelubo.

Although his voice was low, Xiao Ping, the deputy general next to him, could hear it clearly. Xiao Ping hurriedly held Yelu Bo's hand and whispered: "He is Your Majesty's son-in-law. Do you still want to go back to Shangjing alive, right?"

Xiao Ping and Yelu Bo were close friends. After hearing his words, Yelu Bo suppressed his anger, and a fierce light appeared in his eyes. He raised his neck and drank all the oil tea in the cup without saying a word. Seeing this, Xiao Ping shook his head secretly. At first, he was secretly upset for Yelu Bo. Later, after seeing Xiao Tachi's methods to punish other generals, he realized that Xiao Tachi was still merciful to Yelu Bo.

At this time, Xiao Tachi smiled and said, "In today's battle, there were cowards and warriors, and a team of 100 people attacked the city twice, and they persisted until the end of the city." He raised his tone and said in a deep voice: "Such warriors are the pride of my Great Liao. Each person rewarded fifty sheep and fifteen slaves. From today on, these warriors will be incorporated into our general's Baiyu army." After saying that, he waved his hand and asked his personal soldiers to carry the wine and jerky, and sent them out with the two roasted yellow sheep.

There were only thirty people left in the Hundreds, all of whom were Khitans on the grassland. They suddenly received a heavy reward, and they suddenly heard loudly and shouted for a reward. The Khitans were generous by nature. After thanking the reward, they immediately pulled out the knife at their waists and sat on the ground in the college ground, drinking and eating meat. This made the Liao army beside them swallow their greed. When they heard that the Hundreds were taken over to the Baidi Camp, they were even more envious. The Baidi Camp was Xiao Tachi's personal soldiers. Except for the Meerbo people, they were all the most brave and brave soldiers selected from previous battles. Moreover, the Baidi Camp often followed Xiao Tachi and would not go to fight until the victory or defeat was decided. The elites of the Baidi Camp would not be wasted in the battle of attrition of the siege.

After watching the Warriors who climbed the city, Xiao Tachi's smile became cold. He looked coldly at the three thousand-man teams with the largest number of survivors.

"In this battle, there are warriors and cowards. In order to save their lives, the cowards turned around and ran away before they even came to the edge of the Han city wall. Everyone said, what should we do with them?" He asked in a deep voice. The Liao generals present looked at each other. Three teams of thousands of people, several heads, and more than two thousand soldiers could not be killed. But if they were military laws such as tattooing military sticks, it seemed that Xiao Dutong would not be satisfied.

No one wants to be this evil man. After a while in silence in the central army tent, Xiao Tachi said in a deep voice: "Cowards are just fearing death. Today, the thousand-man teams that attacked the city and fought to the city will be more than 20% of them. We can't let the cowards get a cheaper one. Then, the lottery will decide to draw 20% of these cowards to kill them, so that they know that the escaped people cannot survive. In addition, next time the city is siege, these three thousand-man teams will rush forward and use blood to wash away the shame!"
Chapter completed!