After I disguised myself as a man, I became everyone's white moonlight

Chapter 214: Conquering the North Gate in 2 Hours

In order to prevent the other party from committing suicide, he deliberately strangled the other party's neck. As long as the other party showed any sign of suicide, he would be able to break his jaw immediately.

"Tell me, who are you from? Western Chu or Japan?" Han Ziyu's first reaction was that Xianyang had been conquered by the enemy country and even controlled.

"...I am from the Great Zhou."

Regarding the question about Xianyang, the other party did not answer a single word.

"Since you are from the Great Zhou, why did you rebel and attack the city of Xi'an?" Han Ziyu's expression did not change. His question was sharp and to the point.

There were tens of thousands of troops outside the city gate. Looking around, there were countless soldiers in armor, coming in a fierce force.

"Who is the general who will lead the army to attack Xi'an city this time?" Han Ziyu did not easily believe the other party's words that he was from the Great Zhou, but asked for the name of the commander-in-chief.

The soldier who was being strangled by Han Ziyu was stuck by this question and for a moment he seemed to have no idea how to answer it!

The soldier's face was red from being pinched, and the veins on his neck were bulging. It was obvious that Han Ziyu really did not hold back at all. He tried to commit suicide several times, but failed.

Han Ziyu had sharp eyes and watched his movements closely. Every time he tried to commit suicide by gritting his teeth, Han Ziyu would act promptly and break his jaw cleanly and neatly.

After removing it, he connected it to the other party again, his movements were smooth and neat.

The man wearing the armor of a Great Zhou soldier had his jaw broken four times by Han Ziyu. When he put it back together again, he was in so much pain that he didn't even have the strength to scream.

"As soon as I asked for the commander's name, you gritted your teeth and committed suicide. But do you think I would let you die so easily?"

The soldier, whose jaw had been removed and reattached four times, was in so much pain that he doubted his life. He could only answer, "I don't know."

"Since you are a soldier of the Great Zhou, how could you not remember the name of the commander!" Han Ziyu's men exerted force, his eyes becoming more and more fierce, "Tell me, are you from Western Chu or Japan? Who is the commander leading the troops this time?"

Before he could ask for the name of the commander-in-chief, the city gate below was attacked. Since they couldn't take it from above, they could only attack the wall by force.

The siege equipment was ready to go, hitting the wall gate again and again. No matter how strong the impact was, no matter how solid the wooden bolts behind the wall gate were, they began to shake!

Han Ziyu didn't have time to waste on him anymore.

He threw the man to the Han family's personal soldiers beside him, "Take him away and try your best to pry open his mouth. I want to know whether the troops leading the attack on Xi'an City are our Great Zhou army or foreign enemies?"

The Han family's personal soldiers took in the soldier, whose jaw had been broken four times and whose arms and chest were injured, without saying a word. They brought him to the house on the city wall and used all means to pry open his mouth.

Han Ziyu sent half of his men to support the city gate. Even though he knew that these dozens of people could not turn the situation around, he firmly believed that as long as they held on for a while, the general would definitely bring people to support them.

The city wall below was facing the threat of being knocked down at any time. Han Ziyu saw that the ladders that had been pushed away with great difficulty were placed back on the city wall.

He quickly raised his hand and decisively ordered his soldiers, "Shoot."

Even though Han Ziyu firmly led his men to guard the city wall and the archers shot round after round, they still couldn't stop those who were desperately climbing up the city wall.

Even if they were wearing the uniforms of Zhou army soldiers, Han Ziyu would not hold back. How could a city wall guarded by only dozens of people be able to compete with the number of enemy troops climbing up continuously?

They fell, and were quickly replaced by newcomers, but Han Ziyu's temporary reinforcements had not arrived yet.

Whether it was the people climbing up the ladders or the sound of the city wall gates being repeatedly banged on from below, the more than 200 guards at the north gate became increasingly desperate.

"General Han, we can't hold on any longer!"

"Hold on, the general must be on the way!" Han Ziyu shouted loudly. His words were not meant for the soldier who was shouting at the top of his lungs and with despair in his eyes, but for all the guards on the city wall.

"The commander leading the troops is most likely from Western Chu or Japan. Xianyang has most likely fallen. Behind us are hundreds of thousands of people from the Great Zhou, so we must not retreat even a single step!"

Originally, this battle came suddenly, and the army that attacked them at night came from the direction of Xianyang, from the Great Zhou. This made many of the soldiers feel confused.

Resistance is a subconscious behavior. No one wants to be killed by someone else. Even if the army coming is from the same Great Zhou, they will still resist when the knife of fate cuts down on them.

Besides, this night attack was really strange.

When Han Yaojun hurried over with 10,000 troops, many people on the street heard the noise. Some of them opened their doors and quietly stuck their heads out to check what was going on.

Han Yaojun was wearing a silver armor and robe, and assigned half of his men to block the city gate to prevent the impact from outside from completely breaking the wooden bolt.

As for him, he took two thousand people to the city wall first. The wall of Xi'an was not big, and if too many people went up, it would be difficult to maneuver.

Han Yaojun didn't have time to get close to the city wall to check the number of attacking troops outside the city gate, before he saw someone climbing up the ladder and rushing towards him with a sword in his hand.

Without a second thought, he drew his sword and charged forward to meet the enemy. These were the vanguard troops, with mediocre martial arts skills and not much of a threat. They were killed by Han Yaojun after just two moves.

But even so, there were still a steady stream of soldiers climbing up from behind, the smell of battlefield smoke was spreading rapidly, and everyone was blood-thirsty.

Half of the two thousand men he brought were archers, responsible for shooting arrows at the soldiers climbing up the ladders.

More than two thousand people against tens of thousands are simply not on the same level. Unless Han Yaojun's soldiers can fight one against ten and turn the tide, it is only a matter of time before the city gate is broken.

The soldiers below who were working together with the wall-breaking machines were shot one after another and fell down one after another.

The commander in charge of the siege looked unhappy when he saw this. He waved his hand and said, "Take the north gate in two hours."

He gave a death order to the deputy general beside him.

Upon seeing this, the deputy general did not dare to raise any objection and hurriedly selected five hundred men to fill the vacancies.

The most critical thing now is time. They must race against time. If they are blocked outside the city and the news reaches the capital, the situation will change immediately.

The commander looked up expressionlessly and immediately noticed Han Yaojun, who was wearing a silver battle robe. He used his inner strength to spread his words throughout the battlefield.

"Whoever captures Han Yaojun alive will be rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold!"

Now, both the soldiers below and above the city wall heard what he said.

Han Yaojun raised his eyebrows. His life was quite valuable, worth a fortune...ha!

Han Yaojun comes from a family of military generals, and although his swordsmanship is not as exquisite and impeccable as Chu Xi's.

But he was a fighter on the battlefield after all, and his accumulated experience made his sword moves extremely sharp. Rather than looking good, he cared more about making his moves accurate, ruthless and fast enough to draw blood.

Every one of the people who climbed up the city wall was no match for him.