Just like the Diaoyu City that blocked Meng Ge's army from going south, Ansai City now blocks Zhang Jue's army from going north.
Facing Yang Wen'an, Zhang Jue didn't have any more options than Meng Ge, it was just a siege.
However, the Yanhe River flows from north to south, and the terrain of the Loess Plateau is crisscrossed by ravines, making it extremely difficult for the Tang army to completely blockade Ansai City.
As long as the reinforcements from the Hetao want to support, it is not difficult to break through the Tang army's defense line and enter the city.
The ninth day of September is the Double Ninth Festival.
Yang Wen'an climbed up and looked into the distance, and could see the smoke and dust billowing to the north.
"Commander, reinforcements are coming! King Zhao asked Daruhuachi to bring five thousand soldiers, horses and supplies."
"I saw it." Yang Wen'an said calmly.
With a sneer on his lips, he turned around and went down Yaogu Mountain, but instead of meeting Nang Sidan, he strode all the way to Nang Sidan's residence in Ansai City.
When he came to the door in the daytime, he ignored him and raised his hand to block the maid who came to greet him. He opened the curtain of the main tent and saw Agayu sitting there combing his hair.
"Why are you here during the day?"
"Your good-for-nothing husband is back."
Speaking in jerky Mongolian, Yang Wen'an stepped forward, pushed Agawu down and pressed him down. He leaned over and felt the fragrance of milk assail his nostrils.
…
Nang Sidan returned to Ansai City again. Looking around, he saw loess everywhere, and he felt bad.
He still prefers the grassy Hetao grassland.
On the one hand, he hoped that Yang Wen'an could capture Guanzhong as soon as possible, but on the other hand, he was unwilling to stay in Ansai City for a long time to accompany Yang Wen'an to confront Zhang Jue, which was of course annoying.
After waiting on the top of the city for a while, he finally asked.
"Where is Marshal Yang?"
"Marshal... he is busy with military affairs. Please ask the guard to wait a moment."
"I went to ask King Zhao for reinforcements, but he actually made me wait!"
Nang Sidan waited for a long time before finally waiting for Yang Wen'an to walk up to the city with a cold face.
"Marshal Yang, on the order of King Zhao..."
"King Zhao only asked you to bring this few people for support?" Yang Wen'an asked.
Nang Sidan was displeased and said, "Isn't that enough? We only need to resist Zhang Jue for less than a month. Once King Zhao defeats Li Xia, he will lead his army southward immediately."
"King Zhao should come to support Ansai City. He only needs to block Zhang Jue's army so that Li Xia can really dare to try to go to Hetao."
"It's not your turn as a Han to teach King Zhao how to fight."
Yang Wen'an was noncommittal and didn't even bother to talk nonsense with Nang Sidan.
His attitude, his answers, dissatisfaction and contempt have all been poured out on Agawu just now. There is no need to argue with words anymore.
"You go home and take a look." He said to Nang Sidan.
Afterwards, Yang Wen'an summoned his confidant general Cai Bangguang. Before he spoke, he patted the battlements and let out a breath.
"My father died in the battle in Xuzhou. I cannot be considered a so-called loyal and martyr, not even the moment my uncle took me to Mongolia."
"No matter whether the general is loyal to Zhao, Song or Meng Yuan, the general will only be loyal to the general." Cai Bangguang said.
Yang Wen'an smiled faintly and looked at the sunset, his eyes flashing with reluctance, thinking that it didn't matter whether Zhao Song or Meng Yuan, the important thing was that the man had the power in these troubled times.
No matter how he said it, Kublai Khan still gave him the greatest power, which neither Zhao nor Li Xia could give him, Marshal of the Marching Household.
"There is no need to involve our brothers in order to resist Zhang Jue."
"What do you mean, Marshal?"
"Ai Buhua only sent these 5,000 people. I really thought that we would fight to the death for Zhang Jue on his behalf." Yang Wen'an's eyes became fierce and he whispered: "Be prepared tonight..."
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Night falls.
Suddenly a scream rang out from the walls of Ansai City, followed by a loud bang.
"boom!"
The city gate was torn apart.
"Ma Cai has rebelled! Ma Cai has collaborated with the enemy!" Youyuan Army shouted.
At the same time, Yang Wen'an's thousands of horses had opened the city gate for the Tang army and led the Tang army into the city.
No matter how strong the fortress was, it was finally breached from within.
The general of the Tang army who led the charge was Yang Daqi.
When Yang Dayuan died that year, Yang Dajie chose to join Li Xia. He had not been reused in the past and was extremely eager to make meritorious deeds.
At the same time, he was familiar with the internal terrain of Ansai City and could recruit more surrendered generals after entering the city. Therefore, he overpowered the generals and seized the vanguard of this battle.
"Where is Yang Wen'an?!"
Yang Daqi quickly led his troops to a stronghold in the city and personally raised his sword to force a Yuan military academy general to surrender.
"The commander-in-chief is...at the Yaogu Mountain camp."
"Go! Kill Yang Wen'an!"
…
At this time, on Yaogu Mountain, Yang Wen'an had seen the fire in the south of the city and knew that the Tang army had entered the city.
Although he was surprised and angry, he did not panic too much. He turned around and ordered: "Tang Jun is here. The plan has changed. You take the people away first and protect my family."
"yes!"
Yang Wen'an then took a big sword and led only a dozen people to leave the camp.
However, he neither resisted the Tang army nor retreated. Instead, he went to the city and once again arrived at Nangsidan's home on the banks of the Yanshui River.
There were blazing bonfires and roasting meat around the tents, and Nang Sidan and more than a hundred Wanggu people were discussing something.
Maybe they heard the commotion in the south of the city and didn't react, maybe they were discussing how to harm Yang Wen'an in retaliation for taking away his wife. In short, as soon as Yang Wen'an arrived, the crowd fell silent quickly.
Yang Wen'an only had about ten people with him, but he was not afraid at all. He got off his horse and walked among the hundreds of people.
With a "bang" sound, someone pulled out a knife and said in the dialect of the Wanggu tribe: "This pretty boy dares to bully the leader's wife, so just kill him."
Nang Sidan was a little intimidated by Yang Wen'an's momentum. He swallowed his saliva before shouting: "Marshal Yang, you have gone too far!"
Yang Wen'an didn't say anything. He looked at the shouting Wanggu general with lightning eyes. He walked to Nang Sidan in a few steps and suddenly raised his knife to chop him.
"puff!"
Blood flowed like a stream.
Nang Sidan was still staring as if he wanted to question Yang Wen'an, but his head fell to the ground.
"I heard that warriors on the grassland only fear heroes."
Before the Wanggu generals around him could react, Yang Wen'an spoke loudly in jerky Mongolian. At the same time, he reached out to pick up Nang Sidan's headless body, which was about to fall, and took out the talisman from his arms.
"Nang Sidan colluded with the Tang people to create a rebellion against the Yuan Dynasty and lead the Tang army into Ansai City. I plan to take you back to Hetao to regroup. Are you willing to follow me?"
As he spoke, Yang Wen'an stepped on the round head on the ground.
"kill him!"
Someone yelled and rushed forward.
Yang Wen'an's soldiers were well prepared and chopped him to the ground with a single blow. If this was not enough, they stepped forward and chopped off his head.
The others looked at each other in shock, not daring to say another word.
"Those led by lions are lions, and those led by dogs are dogs." Yang Wen'an cursed in Chinese, looking down upon these people.
Finally, someone bowed and said, "Of course we will listen to Marshal Yang's arrangements."
In the tent, Agaiwu, who had been beaten all over by Nang Sidan, was sitting there on his knees, looking at the scene outside the tent with tears streaming down his face.
If she had committed adultery with Yang Wen'an before for physical pleasure, only at this moment did she regard him as her hero.
Finally, she watched with her own eyes as Yang Wen'an subdued the Wanggu tribesmen and walked into the tent.
"Are you okay?" Agaiwu rushed forward and asked with concern: "You killed Nang Sidan, but he is the uncle of King Zhao. What should you do?"
"It doesn't matter." Yang Wen'an said: "I think if Ai Buhua is so stupid, he will definitely lose to Li Xia. I am the only one who can protect Dayuan."
As he spoke, his tone gradually became sarcastic.
"Isn't that what our Yuan Dynasty is like? It depends on strength. The Wanggu tribe is powerful, so they have become brothers with Taizu, have been married to the Golden Family for generations, and have broken the earth and become kings. I am so envious, I really am."
Agawu didn't understand this and wished he could kiss him now, saying: "You killed my husband, now I am your trophy..."
"I want to become a prince, and I want to have my own Uluse. I now understand that in the Yuan Dynasty, I have to expand my strength. But I used to be able to bite off a piece of flesh from the enemy country, but now I can't. It's too difficult."
"You can do it..."
"puff."
After Yang Wen'an finished saying what he wanted to say, he suddenly stabbed Agawu in the chest with a dagger.
There was some helplessness in his eyes, and he said: "Because of the stupidity of not spending money, I lost Ansai City, so I don't need you and your husband anymore."
Agai Wu lowered his head and murmured: "Don't do this, I don't want to die..."
"I have a wife and children." Yang Wen'an said: "The wife I am marrying as a matchmaker in Dahuo City will always be my wife. You don't understand etiquette. Farewell, Mongolian beauty."
Agaiwu was stunned and wanted to say that he was from the Wanggu tribe, not a Mongolian.
It turns out that he hasn't even figured this out for so long because he doesn't care.
The woman fell down on the delicate carpet.
Yang Wen'an turned around, spread his hands towards the Wanggu generals, took the torch and threw it into the tent.
…
Under the night, Ansai City was ablaze, and the Yaogushan camp was also ablaze.
It was not the Tang army who set the fire, but Yang Wen'an's order to burn all the baggage in the city and use the fire to block the Tang army's pursuit.
After doing all this, he led the last troops to retreat to the north.
"Where is Yang Wen'an!"
Suddenly a loud roar was heard.
Yang Wen'an turned around and saw that Tang Jun had finally caught up.
He didn't want to pay attention to it, but when he saw a big flag with the word "Yang" in the firelight, he suddenly reined in his horse and shouted: "Get in formation."
"Array up!"
Cai Bangguang shouted loudly and quickly set up an array in the alleys of Beicheng.
Horse hooves were rolling to the south, and the rebel general Ma Cai was seen leading the Tang army to kill him.
"Where is Yang Wen'an!"
"kill!"
The two sides fought, and soon the place was in chaos again.
The Tang army had more firearms and had an advantage in street fighting. Ma Cai, relying on the support of the Tang army behind him and high morale, personally led the warriors to attack Cai Bangguang.
They turned out to be brothers-in-arms, but the fight turned out to be even more ferocious.
"Dog traitor! Die!"
"You are the traitor, you killed the old marshal!"
"Go to hell..."
When Yang Wen'an saw it, he kicked the horse in the belly and drove the horse forward. He instantly increased the speed of the horse and rushed to Ma Cai's side. With a slash of his sword, he knocked Ma Cai off the horse with a "pop".
Facing this kind of person who betrayed him, he showed no mercy, slashed again with his broadsword, and made a final blow when the horse hit the ground, cutting its body into two pieces.
This bravery shocked the surrounding soldiers for a moment.
Yang Wen'an did not seize this opportunity to retreat, but continued to drive his horse forward, heading straight for Yang Dajiao.
"Stop him!"
Yang Daqi had always known that his nephew was extremely brave. In panic, he quickly called on his soldiers to stop him, but he reined in his horse and retreated.
"Uncle!" Yang Wen'an shouted, "Come on! You and my uncle and nephew will fight to the death!"
"Stop him!" Yang Daji panicked and retreated.
"Uncle is stupid enough to surrender to Zhang Jue." Yang Wen'an shouted as he rushed, and at the same time waved his sword to deflect the incoming arrows, "Our uncle and nephew of the Yang family surrendered to the Diaoyu City, and Zhang Jue, the guard of Diaoyu City, can give you
Is it going to end well?! Do you know how many relatives and friends he died because of our Yang family?!"
Yang Daji's eyes suddenly turned red when he thought of Zhang Jue's cold eyes on him in the past two years. He felt that his nephew was too right.
In fact, he had long realized that all the Tang army generals disliked him.
Of course no one will think highly of a villain who is repetitive.
But there is no way out, so can we let Yang Wen'an, his nephew in front of us, let him go?
"do not come!"
"Uncle deserves death!" Yang Wen'an yelled.
"Whoosh!"
An arrow came and hit Yang Wen'an right in the face.
He screamed and continued to drive his horse forward. At the same time, he suddenly pulled out the arrow from his face and crashed into the Tang army.
When Yang Daji saw him rushing towards him with his face covered in blood, he was so frightened that he turned around and wanted to run away.
"Poof", there was another blow, but Yang Wen'an, who was injured, had already killed his uncle to the ground with one blow.
"Die!"
Yang Wen'an roared angrily, cut off Yang Dajiao's head and lifted it up, looking like a mad tiger...
~~
"Chase!"
More people died that night.
After Yang Wen'an furiously killed two surrendered generals, Liu Jinsuo also arrived and stabbed Cai Bangguang, the general who was desperately trying to cut off Yang Wen'an's rear.
A general's fate is so low, let alone those unknown soldiers.
In the light of the fire, Zhang Jue took a look at Cai Bangguang's head, took it away, and said: "It's not enough, keep chasing."
He understands Yang Wen'an and knows that Yang Wen'an will never fight with him again.
Then this pursuit will take us to the Hetao Plain.
"Hetao."
Thinking of these two words, Zhang Jue's voice trembled. It was the first time that he felt that his ambition was realized so quickly and suddenly.
But in front of him, no one can stop him from going to the Loop.
All the generals in the northwest wanted to be Huo Qubing, but he wanted to be Wei Qing, the one who recaptured Hetao.
…
The sky is getting brighter.
Zhang Jue just drove his horse to the north, and tried to go further north.
The loess mountains in front of him remained the same, but he remembered a poem.
"The champion is facing the vast sea, with long flat wings and strong winds. The clouds are crossing the tiger's formation, and the air is holding the dragon and the city's rainbow. Traveling thousands of miles away, Hu's luck will be poor for a hundred years..."