If they didn't have the ten thousand monk soldiers from the western border serving as their backbone, facing the ten thousand Southern Dynasty infantry attacking the city, as well as the three thousand cavalry waiting outside the city for an opportunity, Phoenix Soaring Town would have only been able to lay down a few more Northern Mang barbarian corpses below the city walls and above the city walls. Phoenix Soaring Town would still have been lost, Northern Liang could only hand over this strategic location that covered a small half of the Western Regions. Perhaps after Liu Province suffered a great defeat to Huang Song's Pu Tribe's western army, Phoenix Soaring Town and Linyao's gains weren't all that significant. However, as long as both sides were in a deadlock, whoever grasped these two towns had a high chance of changing the battle situation. One side needed to provide Yu Luandao and Cao Wei with a great rear, the other side could use this opportunity to gather troops from Gusai Province to assist Huang Song's Pu Tribe. Especially if the Liuzhou cavalry won by a fluke and still had the strength to break through the Southern Dynasty defense line and attack Gusai Prefecture, then Beiliang losing two towns could be said to be a fatal mistake.
The ten thousand Southern Dynasty infantrymen besieging the city could be said to be fearless of death. However, because this was a surprise attack where victory was within their grasp, they didn't bring along large amounts of supplies and siege weapons that would slow down their advance. As a result, even though Northern Mang believed that their siege power wasn't inferior to Northern Liang's Youzhou and Liyangji's Southern Dynasty infantrymen, it was extremely strenuous for them to fight. Even though the infantrymen under the city walls didn't have any geographical advantage at all, they still displayed astonishing accuracy. Many of the refugee youths who were truly participating in a battle for the first time, even though they were warned not to stick their heads out between the two rounds of arrows, many of their corpses could only be dragged down the horse path. Under the premise that Xie Xi did not use the monk soldiers of Mount Lantuo, the groups of dare-to-die warriors with shields and blades in their mouths attacked the city several times. Then, they were forced back time and time again by the Youzhou infantry and refugee youths.
From noon to dusk, the infantry paid close to two thousand lives. More than half of them died on the city walls and were thrown down.
During this period of time, Xie Xi Bian only let the strong and powerful monk soldiers participate in the defense twice. Twice only.
Night battles were naturally not beneficial to the siege side. The infantry gave up after trying to attack the city once.
They had attacked the top of the city many times, but were unable to break through. It was just like how the Grandmasters of the Jianghu were only one step away from breaking through. Naturally, they would not give up just like that.
The second day was destined to be an even more tragic battle.
The defenders were extremely silent.
Everyone looked at the monk soldiers from Mount Lantuo, especially the expressionless young commander. Their eyes were filled with grief and indignation.
It was not that they were afraid of death, but as long as the young man with the surname Xie was willing to send a thousand people to the front line, they could reduce the number of casualties.
Even if there were only five hundred people, it would be fine!
That was why the next morning, when the Northern Mang barbarians sounded the siege bugle horn, a high ranking officer who left from Youzhou's infantry to serve as Phoenix Soaring Army's guardian general said something to Xie Xibian. Then, that middle-aged man whose shoulder was already penetrated by an arrow yesterday personally drew his blade and hurried to the battlefield.
He had said that with a smile.
"General Xie, don't worry. You can sit on the city wall and watch how the Beiliang Frontier Army repels the enemy!"
In the Liyang Army of the central plains, if one was a lieutenant or a general, they could be praised by others as a general.
However, in Beiliang, only the old Prince Liang Xu Xiao had this honor. The cavalry and infantry Yuan Zuozong and Yan Wenluan could not. The new and old Beiliang Governor-Generals Chen Zhibao and Chu Lushan could not either.
Apart from the Youzhou cavalry that they had fought side by side with outside the pass, the new Liang Prince Hsu Fengnian was rarely called a general. Most of the time, he was just called a prince.
This was why Xie Xibian was called a general with his surname.
He definitely did not have good intentions.
As the deputy general of Liuzhou and the general directly under Fengxiang and Linyao, Xie Xibian did not seem to mind at all. His face was dark as he watched the general walk away.
For the entire day, more than two thousand wandering souls and wild ghosts were found by the Bu Ba Army in this foreign land.
After the ten thousand infantry discussed with the cavalry general, they started to retreat.
Of the two thousand Beiliang border soldiers, only six hundred were left.
The general who had almost died on the city wall was dragged off his horse by a monk soldier. He spat out a mouthful of blood and cursed in the direction of the deputy general of Liuzhou, "F * * k you Xie Xibian!"
The remaining six hundred people, apart from less than a hundred old Youzhou soldiers, were all refugees and young adults.
Both sides were filled with hatred for the young man who did not move from start to finish.
Just as Beimang was about to retreat, Xie Xibian ordered.
Xie Xibian had already ordered, "Monk soldiers, follow me out of the city. No matter the cost, hold them back for at least six hours."
This kind of action of not doing anything during a battle and then taking credit after the battle had not been seen in the Beiliang border, where military law was like a mountain.
Xie Xibian did not explain a word.
The middle-aged monk from Lantuo Mountain who had saved the general followed Xie Xibian down the city wall. He hesitated for a moment and finally asked, "General Xie, should we inform Linyao? Take them down along with the infantry? "
This martial monk was a top figure in Lantuo Mountain. Whether it was in Buddhism or cultivation, he was very outstanding.
One method could lead to ten thousand methods.
Through the female Bodhisattva's secret message, he knew that the Yu Luan Sword cavalry would turn around and help them stop the infantry.
But for some reason, Xie Xibian shook his head, "No need."
The monk could not understand, but he did not say anything.
After all, Xie Xibian was the main general.
The middle-aged monk had personally experienced the terror of Beiliang's military law.
No matter how dissatisfied the two thousand infantry were, no matter how close Xie Xibian was, they still fought to their deaths!
He was just full of doubts. He had only heard of generals on the battlefield since ancient times. Other than a small group of people in history who were afraid that their achievements would shock the emperor, there were only a few who thought that their achievements were not great enough. This young man surnamed Xie was very strange.
After Xie Xibian led the monk soldiers out of the city, he turned his head to look at the ruined city wall of Feng Xiang and muttered to himself.
"Refugees, refugees, people of Liuzhou, exiled people … Sir Li, you are so ruthless in your use of troops, so amazing in your use of troops … Twenty years ago, you were talking about war on paper, but it is still better than us fighting now."
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