CHAPTER 1269: CHAPTER 1269: THE HUNS’ IRON CAVALRY STRONGLY ASSAULTS THE CITY

Northern Frontier, Tiger’s Mouth Pass.

150,000 soldiers of the Northern Frontier are clashing with nearly 500,000 Huns Army.

Covered in blood, Su Yongming, wielding a long saber, fights within the encirclement of the enemy forces, his blade rising and falling in quick succession, reaping the Huns Soldiers attempting to break through the last line of defense of the Northern Frontier.

The several lieutenants assisting Su Yongming, seeing the approaching Iron Cavalry not far off, realize that the Daqian soldiers are close to being unable to hold.

Given the intensity of this assault by the Huns, they will soon be annihilated.

One of the lieutenants, his voice hoarse from shouting, yells, "General! Retreat to the city! If we don’t fall back now, we won’t be able to defend Tiger’s Mouth Pass!"

Su Yongming, with bloodshot eyes, sees only the Huns Soldiers with their wild ambitions.

The lieutenants exchange glances, fighting while forcibly pulling Su Yongming out of the encirclement.

Su Yongming, dragged back into the city, listens to the deafening clash outside and the tremors of the approaching Iron Cavalry while clutching his long saber, his hands quivering.

His blood-reddened eyes heavily sweep over the few disheveled lieutenants around him, his voice low and hoarse, "Summon all the soldiers back to the city!"

"Yes!"

A lieutenant quickly climbs up onto the city gate.

The urgent beat of drums sounds, and the Daqian soldiers skirmishing with Huns Soldiers beneath the city walls quickly withdraw.

The Huns Soldiers pursue relentlessly, pressing right up to the gates of Tiger’s Mouth Pass.

The city gates of Tiger’s Mouth Pass are firmly shut, becoming the last barrier against the Huns.

Beneath the city, surrounded by an army of 500,000 Huns, sits a middle-aged man on a warhorse – the Huns’ Chanyu Huyan Kun.

His sinister, greedy eyes freely roam over the city gate before him, the corners of his lips curving into a chilling arc.

Huyan Kun mutters a few words to someone beside him.

Soon, tens of thousands of Huns Soldiers, bows in hands, rapidly surge forward.

Su Yongming, just reaching the gate, immediately bellows, "Get down!"

A dense shower of dark arrows rains down, and countless sharp arrows pierce into the wall behind.

The flag of Daqian on the city tower is cut down.

This is a signal – Tiger’s Mouth Pass truly can no longer hold.

Quickly, a group of soldiers carrying defensive shields rushes up from beneath the city gate, replacing the soldiers that had previously escaped certain death to defend the city tower.

Beneath the city tower, the Huns do not shoot their arrows again.

The closest general to Chanyu Huyan Kun shouts up to the city tower, "General Su, open the city gates and those who surrender will not be killed! Otherwise, once our 500,000 sons of the Huns storm the city, everyone will perish under our Iron Cavalry!"

This is a blatant threat – a threat of slaughter!

A fuming Su Yongming turns deathly pale; after dealing with the Huns for so long, he knows their true nature too well.

Looting and greed are forever etched in the blood and bones of the Huns.

Tiger’s Mouth Pass holds 100,000 Daqian soldiers, while several hundred thousand civilians of the Northern Frontier are within the city.

Once the Huns set foot within Tiger’s Mouth Pass, what awaits them is death.

Su Yongming, gritting his teeth, growls low, "Where are the Archers?!"

"Here!"

"Here!"

"Here!"

Behind him, ear-splitting roars rise, the voices tinted with unprecedented hatred and a resolute ruthlessness as if welcoming death.

Su Yongming grips the war saber in his hand, "Shoot down all enemies approaching the city gates!"

He orders the lieutenants beside him to pour molten metal on the city gates in preparation for a fire attack, and to carry up the prepared boiling water onto the city walls.

Seeing that Su Yongming is prepared for a resolute defense, the Huns immediately launch a fierce attack.

Arrows rain down upon the city wall in salvos, soon followed by a volley of flame-tipped arrows, driving back the Huns Soldiers scaling the walls and breaking apart their solid ladders.

Confronted with the sweeping rain of flaming arrows, the Huns Soldiers climbing the walls halt their advance.

Screams are incessant, and hordes of Huns Soldiers fall to their deaths.