After ten years of accompanying me in my studies, the entire court begged me to shut up.

Chapter 130 is a trap

The smoke of battle still lingered on the city walls.

Sun Wenyuan wiped the blood from his face and grinned, "Father-in-law, the Mongols have retreated!"

Liu Xiang leaned against the city wall, panting heavily.

The enemy troops outside the city retreated like a tide, leaving behind only corpses scattered everywhere and a few burned siege ladders.

"Pass down the order: strengthen security, take a headcount, and treat the wounded."

Upon hearing this, the soldiers' tense nerves finally relaxed.

Some people sat down against the wall, while others collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

Several veterans had already begun cleaning up the battlefield, carrying the bodies of their fallen comrades aside and throwing the bodies of the Mongols down the city wall.

Sun Wenyuan leaned out to look down at the city walls, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Father-in-law, could you possibly retrieve those dead warhorses outside the city?"

Liu Xiang frowned and asked, "Why did you pick that thing up?"

Sun Wenyuan chuckled and said, "That's all food! The brothers haven't had any meat for days; this will keep us going for days!"

Liu Xiang looked into the distance again; the Mongols had completely retreated.

All that remained were corpses strewn across the ground, along with the carcasses of dozens of warhorses, some still twitching.

"Don't go, be careful, it might be a trap."

Sun Wenyuan was taken aback: "A trap? Everyone's completely disappeared, what trap could there be?"

"The Mongols were cunning; they retreated too cleanly, not even dragging away a single corpse. That's not like them."

Sun Wenyuan disagreed: "Father-in-law, you're being too cautious. If we don't retrieve those horses, they'll be snatched away by wild dogs in a couple of days. How long can our city's food supply last? His Highness is in the city overseeing things; we can't expect him to drink thin porridge every day, can we?"

Liu Xiang shook his head and said in a deep voice, "If I say no, then no!"

Sun Wenyuan grew anxious: "I'm only taking a few men out. Hurry back, what could possibly happen?"

Just as Liu Xiang was about to speak, Sun Wenyuan turned and walked down the city wall.

"Wen Yuan, come back!"

Sun Wenyuan didn't even turn his head: "Don't worry, father-in-law, I'll be back in half an hour, at most half an hour!"

Having said that, he led a dozen or so personal guards down the city wall.

Liu Xiang hurriedly ordered, "Pass down the order: everyone on high alert! Archers to the city walls, cannons loaded!"

Outside the city, Sun Wenyuan led his men on horseback at full speed.

A dozen or so riders trudged through the snow, heading straight for the battlefield strewn with corpses.

The air was still thick with the smell of blood and gunpowder, and frozen corpses lay scattered haphazardly among the bodies.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Sun Wenyuan dismounted and drew his sword, then slashed at a dead horse.

"Cut off a chunk of flesh from the thigh; if you can carry it, remove the whole leg!"

The guards dismounted and began cutting the meat with their bare hands.

One of the guards, while cutting the horse, laughed and said, "Commander, the horse's still warm!"

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up!"

Sun Wenyuan chopped off a large piece of meat with one stroke and threw it onto his horse.

"Hurry up, everyone, get back before dark. We'll treat the brothers to a good meal tonight!"

As they were talking, Sun Wenyuan suddenly stopped.

What was that sound?

In the distance, muffled sounds could be faintly heard.

He suddenly looked up at the northern horizon.

At the edge of the snow line, a black line is spreading.

"not good!"

He froze, then leaped onto his horse: "Retreat! Retreat now!!"

Before the guards could react, the muffled thunderous sound became increasingly clear.

Ten thousand horses galloped, and the Mongol cavalry surged out like a tidal wave, covering the sky and the earth.

"Fuck his ancestors!"

Sun Wenyuan lashed the horse's rump with his whip and shouted, "Run! Run!"

The crowd threw down the horse meat and ran frantically toward the city gate.

Behind them, the sound of horses' hooves thundered.

On the city wall, Liu Xiang shouted orders: "Open the city gates! Prepare for the attack! Archers, prepare! Fire! Fire arrows for cover!"

The bugle sounded urgently.

Sun Wenyuan lay prone on his horse, his ears filled with the sound of the wind and hooves. He glanced back; the Mongol cavalry were getting closer and closer, and he could even make out the face of the man charging at the front.

"drive!"

He lashed the horse again and again until it reached its limit and was foaming at the mouth.

The city gate was getting closer and closer.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Sun Wenyuan roared and plunged into the city gate.

The city gate slammed shut behind him.

"Sun Wenyuan! You get up here right now!"

Liu Xiang's roar came from the city wall.

Sun Wenyuan got up and staggered towards the city wall.

When he climbed to the top of the city wall and looked down, he gasped in shock.

The Mongols had already reached the city walls, and their vanguard cavalry almost broke through.

"Those bastards tricked us! They pretended to retreat and threw dead horses outside as bait!"

Liu Xiang glared at him fiercely, but before he could curse, he yelled at the top of his lungs, "Prepare for battle! Everyone, prepare for battle!!"

Beneath the city walls, those enormous stone cannons were once again brought out.

More than a dozen stone cannons fired at the same time, and huge stones flew over with a whooshing sound.

"hidden!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

This time, the stone cannons no longer hurled stones indiscriminately, but instead focused their bombardment on the western section of the city wall.

Liu Xiang's face turned deathly pale: "They're going to break down the wall! Quick, send men to the western section! Get all the logs and stones there!"

Huge rocks rained down, one after another, crashing against the western section of the city wall.

That section was already dilapidated, with several sections of the battlements collapsed and the walls beginning to loosen.

Boom! Another huge rock struck the middle of the city wall.

With a loud crash, the bricks and stones shattered.

Liu Xiang witnessed firsthand that section of the city wall began to shake, and cracks spread outwards from the point of impact.

"not good----"

boom!

Another boulder crashed into the same spot.

The city wall collapsed.

Bricks and stones flew everywhere, and dust billowed into the sky.

An entire section of the city wall collapsed, revealing a gap that was two or three zhang wide.

Before the smoke and dust had even cleared, the Mongol horns had already sounded.

Liu Xiang roared, "Plug the breach! Follow me!"

He grabbed his sword and charged down the city walls.

The lieutenant followed behind, shouting as he ran, "Quick! Quick! Everyone to the breach! Send all the wounded who can move!"

The city was in chaos.

The soldiers are resting, some are still bandaging their wounds.

The sound of bugles and shouts of battle rang out, and everyone was stunned.

"The breach has been smashed open! The Mongols are charging in!"

When the news spread, the soldiers dropped what they were holding, grabbed their weapons, and ran toward the breach.

A veteran, recently relieved from his duty on the city wall, was fast asleep on the ground when someone kicked him awake: "Get up! The Mongols are coming!"

He scrambled to his feet, grabbed a knife, and rushed outside.

At the gap, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

The first Mongol rushed in through the breach.

Sun Wenyuan arrived just in time with his men, slashed at the man with his sword, and the man screamed and fell to the ground.

But the second, the third, the tenth—

The Mongols poured in like a tide.

Sun Wenyuan hacked desperately, until the blade chipped, then picked up the knife from the ground and continued hacking.

His personal guards fell one by one, and he had fewer and fewer people around him.

"Hold on! Hold on for me!"

Sun Wenyuan roared, his voice becoming hoarse.

But he saw more and more Mongols rushing in, and the Ming army was retreating step by step.

One of the guards was slashed in the neck, and blood splattered all over Sun Wenyuan's face.

Another guard was stabbed through the stomach and collapsed, clutching his intestines.

Sun Wenyuan was blinded by rage, but his heart was sinking.

It's possible—we can't hold on anymore.

The moment the thought popped into his head, it coiled around him like a venomous snake.

The number of Ming soldiers around him was decreasing, while the number of Mongols was increasing.

Some people were running, some were screaming, and some were kneeling on the ground when they were slashed down.

Liu Xiang led his men in from the flank, shouting, "Hold on!"

"Father-in-law, there are too many enemies, we can't hold them off—"

"We have to hold on, even if we can't!"

Before Liu Xiang could finish speaking, a Mongol scimitar came slashing at him. He dodged to the side and stabbed the man in the stomach with a backhand.

But the Mongols continued to pour in.

Liu Xiang's heart sank.