Chapter 1787: Take the Initiative to Leave the City

Chapter 746: Life-Saving TalismanChapter 1787: Taking the Initiative to Leave the City

Su Pingbei chuckled and said, "General, rest assured. There's more than enough to fight a battle. Moreover, this time, His Highness has also brought in the Guzha tribe, along with a portion of the Yan Yun Sixteen Cavalry. These forces are all already ambushing outside the city. As long as you give me the order, General, I can immediately deliver a big surprise."

Wu Ban Shan frowned slightly.

As for the ancient Guza tribe, he didn't have much of a thought. The key was this Yan Yun Sixteen Riders.

"Eighteen Riders of Yan Yun... Can they be relied upon" Wu Banshan, although knowing that the Crown Prince's arrangements would not have any flaws, couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know how His Highness did it, but he told me this troop of sixteen riders from Yan Yun can take orders from me."

"How many" Wu Banshan pressed.

Raising a finger, Su Pingbei said, "Ten thousand."

"Ten thousand... what about the Guza tribe" Wu BanShan asked again.

They have fewer people over there, about three thousand.

Supingbei said: "Including my own loyal followers, we can muster a total of 28,000."

Wu Ban Shan pondered for a moment upon hearing this. At that time, the shouts of battle and the rumbling sounds of the siege outside the city grew increasingly urgent. He gritted his teeth and stomped his foot, saying, "West Gate!"

"Alright!"

Su Pingbei bowed with one hand and replied loudly.

Just as Su Pingbei turned his head to leave, Wu Ban Shan called him back.

"General Su."

Wu Ban Shan looked at Su Pingbei and said in a low voice, "No matter what your identity is, or what kind of family you come from, on the battlefield, swords and guns have no eyes. If something happens..."

Then came the accident.

Su Pingbei let out a hearty laugh and said, "From the first day I joined the army, my father told me that on the battlefield, I wasn't some military god's descendant or General Su's only son. These identities couldn't protect me; they would become talismans urging enemies to kill me without hesitation. I am myself, I am Su Pingbei, a Qin soldier who has been prepared to die in battle from the day I enlisted."

Su Pingbei stiffened his body, straightened his back, and said, "On the battlefield, I am invincible."

Wu Ban Shan's eyes narrowed, he nodded heavily and said: "Good, on the battlefield, I am invincible!"

Su Ping smirked and walked away.

Looking at Su Pingbei's departing figure, a general sighed, "Just this bearing alone, General Su has not disgraced the reputation of the War God."

These words were met with approval from everyone else.

Wu Ban Shan took a deep breath and said, "Now that General Su is going out from the west gate, he will be responsible for removing the Liao army's red cannon, relieving the pressure on our defenders, and we must also cover General Su's actions. Pass down my military order."

"Dispatch troops to the north and south gates, proactively engage the enemy, and draw the Liao army's attention. All archers should be deployed at the west gate to cover General Su's forces' safe exit from the city."

Once the order was given, the Qin army immediately mobilized.

The North Gate and South Gate, adjacent to the West Gate, were simultaneously opened. In reality, they weren't truly opened, as these two gates couldn't withstand the onslaught of siege hammers and red-clad cannons for long. By proactively opening the gates, they gained some initiative in the situation.

The Qin army surged forward like a tidal wave, charging at the Liao army that was just within reach.

And just as the battle raged at its fiercest, the west city gate of Suiyang County suddenly swung open.

As soon as the city gate opened, a torrential rain of arrows poured down from behind the west gate, covering half the sky with black. Wherever the arrow storm passed, countless Liao soldiers and horses screamed in pain. Su Pingbei led his troops out of the city!

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