After capturing the pass, Luge immediately led his troops towards Wangguan City.
Although it is said to be a city, Wangguan City is actually far inferior to those inland cities. The tallest building in the whole city is only a two-story building. The sky is full of wind and sand all year round. Apart from the local people, only local people come here.
Those caravans and mercenary groups.
Because He Lanji knew the importance of this city, he specially repaired the city walls. The walls of this city are quite tall.
It was early in the morning, and the yellow sand was shining, almost covering the sun. The morning wind carried the sand and hit people's faces, which was painful.
Zhao Kaiyong stood on the city wall, looking at the black cloud-like cavalry outside the city, but his heart was even gloomier than the weather.
The opponent has 50,000 elite soldiers. Fifty thousand is equal to the total of his cavalry and infantry. How to fight this battle?!
Zhao Jun next to him looked at the enemy soldiers running back and forth under the city, whistling loudly on purpose, with an angry look on his face, "Damn prairie master, wait until I go down to deal with you!"
"How much military rations are left in the city?!" Zhao Kaiyong asked a deputy general beside him in a deep voice.
"Return to the general, these rations can last for ten days!" the deputy general replied solemnly.
Zhao Kaiyong pursed his lips, turned around and walked down the city wall. He returned to the garrison with a sullen face and immediately wrote a letter asking Chu Tianjiao to increase his troops and supplies.
"Father!" Looking at his men who took the letter and left, Zhao Jun approached his father hesitantly, "Will the little princess send someone for us?!"
Zhao Jun didn't think Chu Tianjiao had the courage to seize his military power when he came up.
"This northwest county is her place. Could it be that she is still watching the prairie cavalry attack at the door of her house?!" Zhao Kaiyong was full of confidence. He did not believe that Chu Tianjiao could allow the other party to trap him here. "You lead the people carefully.
Keep an eye on the city wall, and if there is any slightest sign of trouble on the other side, report it immediately. The eldest prince of the grassland, Luge, is always impatient, and he might really be able to attack the city!"
Zhao Jun was ordered to leave. Zhao Kaiyong leaned his back on the chair, but frowned. He just secretly sighed at how these prairie masters came so quickly.
How did he know that Chu Tianjiao deliberately made noise when he withdrew his troops? The passing caravans already knew the news. How could the caravans on the grassland not inform their masters if they knew such news? As early as the day Chu Tianjiao ordered the withdrawal of troops,
A caravan who was also a descendant of the royal family sent people back to inform Luge. It can be said that it was Chu Tianjiao who informed Luge of the news in disguise.
In the garrison in the city, Zhao Kaiyong had a frown on his face.
In the large tent of the grassland army outside the city, Luge lazily drank the wine he snatched from the pass camp, and the expression on his face was not relaxed.
When he came out this time, his army did not bring much food and grass, because it was autumn and it was the harvest season in the northwest county. He originally thought that rushing all the way to the pass and grabbing some food and grass from the villages and towns in the pass would be enough.
Who would have thought that except for the food and grass he grabbed at the pass camp, the teams he sent out didn't get anything.
"Tell me, what's going on!" Luge stared coldly at a deputy general who returned after another defeat. Luge's tone was cold and angry.
"Back to Your Highness, we were about to rush into a town, but we saw about 3,000 people rushing over. The enemy was well-equipped, and our food-grabbing team was scattered in a single encounter. Everyone stood up to resist, but we were outnumbered.
The general has no choice but to order the troops to retreat!" The little leader knelt on the ground dejectedly, with a hint of timidity in his tone.