Chapter 639: One hour is enough to capture the city!

Chapter 639: One hour is enough to capture the city!

Therefore, as long as he carried a certain number of special artillery shells with the army, Han Xin would have enough confidence to march north and capture Dongjiao County in the shortest time possible.

"Yang Mao, listen to my order. Attack with all your strength. I will take Xiayuan within an hour!" Although Han Xin admired him in his heart, he did not show any mercy when he gave the order.

"Yes" After hearing Han Xin's order, Yang Mao immediately jumped on his horse and rushed towards Xiayuan City with his troops.

For Han Xin, once he decided to march, he would be unstoppable. This was Han Xin's style.

The moment Yang Mao joined the charge, the situation on the battlefield changed dramatically. The two sides, originally evenly matched, quickly became one-sided under Yang Mao's leadership.

A large number of soldiers rushed up the city wall like a tide, fighting bravely and fearlessly. Yang Mao led the way and climbed up the city wall at an astonishing speed, like a shining star across the night sky.

Yang Mao held two swords and charged into the enemy camp majestically. His sword skills were like a gust of wind and rain, dazzling the eyes. Every sword strike was precise and fierce, and the enemies fell under his sword one after another, without any chance to fight back.

At this time, Zhao Shuo, who was standing on the city wall, noticed the appearance of Yang Mao. He immediately realized that this extremely brave general was the core figure of the enemy army. If Yang Mao could not be killed or forced off the city wall, the city wall would probably be lost in a short time.

"Kill!" Zhao Shuo roared without hesitation, his voice exploding on the city wall like thunder. He led the soldiers around him and rushed straight towards Yang Mao like a tiger descending from the mountain.

Facing Zhao Shuo's fierce attack, Yang Mao showed no intention of retreating. He swung his two swords left and right, dancing tightly and defusing the attacks of Zhao Shuo and others one by one.

In this fierce fight, the advantages of Yang Mao's weapons and armor were fully demonstrated. Although Zhao Shuo's weapons were sharp, it was difficult to break Yang Mao's hard armor.

On the contrary, the double swords in Yang Mao's hands could easily cut through the armor of the defenders, which was completely different. Of course, this did not mean that Yang Mao was invincible. His hands, feet, and strength were no different from those of ordinary people. If he was hit in the head or some key parts of the ribs, he would still die. This was inevitable.

"Make achievements! Kill!" Yang Mao's roar was like thunder, exploding on the battlefield. His voice was like a charge horn, inspiring the morale of the Southern Border Army.

As the sound of the city gates being hit became more and more frequent, more and more southern border troops surged onto the city wall like a tide. They were all brave and fearless, rushing into the crowd of defenders like tigers descending from the mountains.

At this moment, the battle situation had completely turned to the Southern Border Army. Under the fierce attack of the Southern Border Army, the defenders began to retreat step by step.

Although Zhao Shuo was confident in his martial arts, he was only at the level of the six arts of a gentleman. Facing a true military commander like Yang Mao, the gap in his strength was obvious.

After just a few moves, Zhao Shuo was already at a disadvantage. Yang Mao's swordsmanship was like a violent storm, leaving Zhao Shuo overwhelmed. Suddenly, Yang Mao slashed with his sword, Zhao Shuo was unable to dodge, and his arm was directly cut, and blood gushed out immediately.

Zhao Shuo felt pain and the weapon in his hand fell to the ground. However, at this moment, Yang Mao did not kill Zhao Shuo, but grabbed Zhao Shuo in his hand with lightning speed.

Yang Mao's big hands were like iron pliers, tightly gripping Zhao Shuo's body. Zhao Shuo couldn't struggle, and could only watch as Yang Mao placed the gleaming sword directly on his neck.

"Those who surrender will avoid death!"

Yang Mao shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing above the city wall, as if to penetrate everyone's eardrums. This roar not only made Zhao Shuo tremble all over, but also made the surrounding defenders stop what they were doing, looking at Yang Mao and Zhao Shuo, who was tightly held by him, in horror.

Zhao Shuo's face was as pale as paper, he stared at Yang Mao with wide eyes, his face full of despair and fear. He could never have imagined that he would fall into the hands of the enemy at this moment and become their hostage.

At this moment, a shocking explosion suddenly sounded from the city gate. The explosion was like thunder, shaking the city wall slightly. As the explosion sounded, the city gate finally couldn't withstand the power of the explosion and collapsed.

The moment the city gate fell, the Southern Border Army, who had been waiting outside the city gate, rushed into the city like a group of hungry wolves, howling. Their shouts were deafening, as if they were going to tear the city apart.

"Kill!" With a roar, the Southern Border Army rushed into the city like a tide. The weapons in their hands flashed with cold light, and they rushed towards the defenders at the city gate with great momentum.

Although these defenders were well-trained, they had no power to fight back against the fierce Southern Border Army. In just a few breaths, the Southern Border Army tore a big hole in the defenders' defense line at the city gate.

The situation in Xiayuan was irreversible, and only half an hour had passed since the battle began. At this moment, the remaining defenders had lost the will to continue resisting, and many soldiers put down their weapons and willingly chose to surrender.

An hour later, a brightly colored Qin-lettered flag fluttered in the wind above the wall of Xiayuan City, announcing the change of ownership of the city. Han Xin led the army and slowly entered the city. His steps were steady and powerful, revealing an unparalleled majesty.

Han Xin had just walked into the city and Yang Mao, wearing blood-stained armor, hurried over. He trotted all the way to Han Xin, knelt on one knee without hesitation, and reported loudly: "General, I have fulfilled my mission and successfully captured Xiayuan City! The enemy general has also been captured by our army."

Han Xin's eyes flashed with surprise when he heard this. He was originally quite satisfied with the progress of this battle. Now that he heard that Yang Mao not only captured the city but also captured the enemy general, he praised Yang Mao's performance even more.

"Oh? Where is the person?" Han Xin asked impatiently. He was very curious about this general who was able to defend Xiayuan, and wanted to meet this opponent immediately.

Seeing this, Yang Mao did not delay and quickly waved his hand to signal the soldiers behind him to bring the prisoner up. After a while, Zhao Shuo, who had been treated for his injuries, was escorted to Han Xin by the soldiers.

At this time, Zhao Shuo still looked indignant, but he couldn't find any reason to refute.