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"Reporting..." Lord General, Li Jian's castle is already surrounded, but Li Jian is unwilling to surrender. " Just as Yang Lin and his group reached the shore, Yang Xing's and Chen Hui's herald ran over and shouted: "Lord General, North Sea Fleet General, please instruct us."

"Come, let's go take a look." Yang Lin waved his hand, bringing his group of people and rushing up the mountain. He wanted to see if this Li Jian had any abilities that could allow him to refuse to surrender in front of burly officer who was dozens of times stronger than him.

Arriving in front of Li Jian's castle, Yang Lin couldn't help but sigh at the strength of these tribal leaders. No wonder this guy was so mean. It seems like he's invested so much in the city that he's even on top of the city walls. How was this a castle? It was clearly a fortress. The strong walls were built with neat stone, and on all sides of the walls were large doors. The tall city gates were all nailed together with logs of wood, forming a thick wooden door. The whole castle could probably live in two ten thousand people s, which was equivalent to one of the cities in Central Plains.

"Lord General, I am so sorry, I have already negotiated with Li Jian, but he refused to surrender, and even scolded us, almost killing me." Accepted Yang Lin's request, Li Chun who went forward to advise Li Jian to surrender immediately ran over, and said to Yang Lin with a face full of guilt.

"Hehe …" He had been given a chance to live, and he had actually given up. This Li Jian, he must be tired of living, he must be tired of living! " Yang Lin looked at Li Jian's wall and laughed coldly: "Since you are not surrendering, then don't blame me for being impolite, I want to see how strong you are!"

"Lord General, we have already surrounded the four gates and have set up Outpost on all sides of the wall." Yang Xing ran over and reported loudly to Yang Lin. We are preparing to attack the south gate, and now that the siege troops are ready, we request for an attack! "

Yang Lin turned his head, only to see that Li Da had already ordered his korean soldiers to line up below the city. As it was a siege battle, ten thousand Land combat soldiers holding steel shield s and clad in armor lined up in front of the formation. Over five thousand Land combat soldiers raised their heavy crossbows, and more than a thousand cavalrymen lined up at the sides of the formation to protect their flanks.

The soldiers stood on the wasteland like moving machines made of armor. They lined up in a formation, resembling an impregnable fortress. Inadvertently, it was emitting a metallic cold light, causing people to tremble with fear. In the cold winter, people could feel the cold wind of hell.

On the city wall, the Morvo soldiers stared dumbstruck at the Han army arrayed in formations. Their shiny armor and the cold glint on their blades made them lose the courage to fight against the Han army when they left the city. In addition to their faith in the city walls, they would never leave the city so easily.

"Lord General, the reason why this Li Jian did not surrender is because his walls are sturdy and tall, not one bit inferior to our County City. We can use dozens of bags of explosives to fly him to the sky and let him experience the might of the Han army!" Zhang Banxian looked at the tall city walls and frowned.

"We must not blow up the walls unless it is absolutely necessary." Yang Lin shook his head and laughed: "Li Jian's city walls are tall and sturdy, and can be used as the base camp of our North Sea Fleet. If we blow away the city walls, how will we repair the city walls in this world of ice and snow?"

"Although the Morvo only has a garrison of over a thousand people, such a tall and sturdy city wall. If we were to forcibly attack it, I'm afraid we would have to pay an unbearable price." Zhang Banxian frowned even more. These Land combat soldiers were not like Bu Peng, they all had sailing experience, but all of them could be said to be Yang Lin's treasures.

Just with over a thousand of Morvo's defending army, not a single soldier would be able to hurt or kill us. Even if I use my bow and arrow, I will still kill them all! Yang Lin shook his head and laughed lightly: "Yang Xing, send three thousand men to the east, north and west sides of the city wall to look for opportunities to attack. If no one has the chance to attack the city, they will aim at the Morvo people on the wall and shoot.

"Ming …"

A mournful voice of a Bullhorn resounded in the mountains, echoing continuously in the skies of the peninsula. The Land combat soldiers s that were assigned to the other walls started to attack them separately. Their mission was to distract the people of the Morvo and kill all the Morvo soldiers that were walking on the wall.

When the Morvo's soldiers on the city wall saw that the Han army was spread out to four sides, they did not know what to do for a moment. The guards of the castle only numbered over a thousand, the number of people in the four cities was even fewer. They didn't know how to guard against this. After a moment of panic, the garrison on the city walls began to move towards the four cities. It seemed that they wanted to guard against an ambush from the Han army.

"Aim, shoot!"

Yang Xing slowly raised his right hand, and after he raised his arm up to the highest point, he waved it with all his might. Following a burst of bowstring sounds, thousands of Arrows s scattered onto the city walls like rain drops. The battlefield was completely silent, as if they could hear the crackling sound of Arrows s landing, the metallic sound that could penetrate armour, and the muffled sound that could be heard when they drilled into the body. Following which, miserable wails and wails could be heard as people tried to flee in every direction.

An arrow that had hit the slabs of the city wall pierced through the rock, its tail emitting a vibrating sound. A Morvo soldier who had been shot by an arrow appeared in her field of vision. The long arrow had pierced half of his chest, and the Morvo soldier's hand was subconsciously scratching the arrow shaft. She staggered and fell onto the city wall, unable to control her body.

Zhang Banxian, who had been watching from the side, suddenly saw the round wooden door that was nailed to the ground, and her eyes lit up. He hurriedly got in front of Yang Lin and said loudly: "Lord General, I will bring over a thousand people with me to the fishing village to find some firewood and burn down his city gates."

"Good idea!" Yang Lin slapped his hands as he suddenly came to a realization. If the city gates were nailed with logs, wouldn't it be an empty door if they were set on fire? These Morvo people were really stupid, they wanted to learn from the Chinese to build a castle, but they did not learn what they ought to learn, and what they should not, they learned: "Go quickly. Better find some smelly socks and the like and smoke them to death! "

Not long after, Zhang Banxian brought people from the fishing village to transport a large amount of dried firewood, which were tied up into small bundles and poured fire oil onto the dry firewood. In addition, not only did Zhang Banxian find a lot of smelly socks, she also ordered her soldiers to collect a large amount of cow dung and horse dung.

"Concentrate the 3000 strong crossbows and shoot them ruthlessly at South of the City's door, suppressing Morvo's Arrows." Yang Lin waved his hand, then ordered loudly: "Have a squadron of soldiers, hold onto a torch, rush to the South of the City's gate with firewood, and burn down the Morvo's gates."

More than three thousand crossbows were aimed at the South of the City wall, the Arrows s were even more concentrated than the rain. From time to time, two Morvo soldiers who had been shot by arrows would fall down the city walls. Blood would splash out from the walls and flow down the city walls, but under the suppression of this kind of powerful crossbow, the people of Morvo did not have the ability to retaliate at all.

Over a thousand soldiers rushed up, threw down the firewood, threw down the torches and ran back. Not long later, a huge fire started in front of the South of the City. As the smoke and fire burned, the temperature on the city wall became higher and higher. Soon, the city gate was on fire. The howling of the wind, the roaring of the fire, the whistling of the arrows, the heart-rending screams, the frantic running sounds, the miserable cries, all became one.

The North Sea Fleet s watched the door of South of the City whose smoke was rising from afar, each and every one of their faces revealed a tragic expression, as waves of northern wind blew past, bringing with it the faint stench of charred beard. Zhang Banxian turned his face away, not daring to look at the shocking scene any longer.

At this time, on the walls of the South of the City, the Morvo soldiers who were guarding the city had been shot to death by the strong crossbows of the Han army, or else they were smeared to death by the strong smell of the Zhang Banxian, and even more of the Morvo soldiers had hidden themselves outside the city.

In the distance, where the fire could not reach, people began to make their way out of the city. Gradually, more and more people on the city walls began to throw down their weapons and jump down from the city walls. The lucky ones were not heavily injured, as they got up and continued to run, only to be caught by the Land combat soldiers.

Order Yang Xing, Chen Hui, use the long rod to clear the path to the city gate, use your axe to break open the city gate, and attack the castle. Seeing how the Morvo people had lost their power, under the blazing fire, and only waiting for the wooden door to burn down, the Han army would enter the city. Seeing that the time was right, Yang Lin said to the herald coldly.

"Brothers, follow me!"

Yang Xing held onto a thick long rod, pointed to the sky, and shouted as he ran. The Land combat soldiers began to run as they roared. Their heavy footsteps sounded on the ground and the ground started to tremble. The world was filled with the roars of the soldiers, the clatter of iron armor and heavy breathing.

"Surrender …" "We surrender …"

Suddenly, a scribe appeared on top of the city wall. He shouted in Chinese, begging for surrender. The Land combat soldiers who was still firing could not help but stop the crossbow in their hands, and turned to look at their commander.

"You want to surrender? "It's a pity that it's already too late!" The anger in Yang Lin's heart was ignited. At this time, the Land combat soldiers had already opened the burning firewood and was in the process of cutting down the burnt city gates. They were about to rush into the city, but even if they wanted to, they couldn't stop. The arrow was already on the bow, so he had no choice but to fire! Why would he want to surrender now?

"Lord General, just order them to surrender." The Zhang Banxian frowned and whispered: "There is no need to get angry with the leader of a tribe. We still have to conquer the entire Morvo and accept their surrender. If we refuse their surrender, the people of Morvo will fight to the death against them when they see that there is no way out, which is not good for us to conquer the people of Morvo. "

In truth, Yang Lin was a little angry. For a mere leader of a small tribe to rely on such a tall city wall to resist the army, he really wanted to use a thunderbolt to exterminate all of them! But Zhang Banxian was right, North Sea Fleet was still stationed here, there was no need to arouse the hatred of the people of Morvo.

Yang Lin secretly restrained his anger and reminded himself not to be rash. Conquering a tribe was a long term plan, even if he killed all the people of the Morvo now, it would not benefit him. "If all the people of Morvo rebel, their rear end would be unsteady, and war would fall into chaos. The consequences would be unimaginable." Go and command them, get the Morvo people to put down their weapons, open the city gates, and queue up to leave the city to surrender.

Just as the order was passed down, the city gates were already opened by the Land combat soldiers. At that time, even if they had to accept the surrender of the Morvo, the soldiers would rush into the city. In front of the Land combat soldiers, all resistance was futile. It was too late to flee, so the soldiers of the Morvo had no choice but to drop their weapons.