Xuanyuan Hao's voice came into the ears of many generals, even if only 30,000 were left, he still insisted.

What's more, he had no way out. If he led his troops to leave, what would the people who were supplying food and grass?

This battle is not for myself, but for my brothers.

It is just for the people who trust him, so he has to take risks and try his best.

In this battle, he will do his best, and victory or defeat depends on the sky.

Although he said on weekdays, his fate was not the same as heaven.

At this point, it is only possible to look at the will of heaven, which seems to make him die.

Of course, what Xuanyuan Hao just analyzed makes sense. At present, the enemy does not know that there is food and grass in the city. This is his opportunity for Xuanyuan Hao. He is ready to lure the enemy into the deep and fight to the death.

"Marson!" Mo Xuan looked at Xuanyuan Hao and was still puzzled, so he spoke, "How can you definitely lure the two marshals of their commander camp into the city, lure the enemy deep into the city, and capture the thief and the king?"

This is Mo Xuan’s biggest doubt. All the generals are leading troops, and all the generals are leading generals. If only the opponent’s soldiers enter the city and their marshals command in the rear, then wouldn’t it be of no use to lure the enemy to capture the king?

Mo Xuan's words hit the nail on the head, and the other generals stared at Xuanyuan Hao, obviously puzzled.

Xuanyuan Hao glanced at him and said, "I, Xuanyuan Hao, are here. I believe that Yan Tu, the marshals of the two commanders, must want to drink my blood and pump my tendons, so this is our only chance. What's more, if you are the enemy marshals and know that there is no food and grass in the Xihuang City and all the soldiers have starved to death, what would you do?"

"Of course, I will lead the troops into the city myself!"

"good!"

A cold murderous intent flashed through Xuanyuan Hao's eyes. Now this is his only good strategy to retreat. With his life as Xuanyuan Hao, he did not believe that the marshals of Yantu's two major military camps would lead the team into the city to kill him.

If everything was not going in the direction he was deducing.

Then this day, Xuanyuan Hao will really destroy him.

"I'm afraid only the marshal can think of this kind of luring the enemy into the deep end, and in the battle to capture the king!" Many generals' hearts trembled violently, and success or failure were here.

"Mo Xuan!" Xuanyuan Hao said.

"The last one is here!" Mo Xuan took a step forward.

Xuanyuan Hao said: "Late at night, lead a team of people to replace all the soldiers on the city tower who had not eaten. The most important thing is that you must remember that tomorrow morning, if you have a good vision, you and the soldiers you lead will pretend to faint on the city tower and create an illusion!"

"I understand!" Mo Xuan nodded, and was amazed. This trick was so exquisite that it was extremely exquisite.

He Xuanyuan Hao wanted to create an illusion to let the enemy understand that the soldiers of his Xihuang City were no longer able to do so and were all starving to the ground. In this way, the enemy would inevitably neglect the precautions and launch a large-scale attack.

Late at night, Xuanyuan Hao led dozens of generals to start deploying troops, and destroyed the lights in the city. This was a signal to attract the army outside the city.

He Xuanyuan Hao made the eyes of people outside the city fall on his Western Wilderness City and began to create illusions.

Sure enough, as soon as the lights were gone, the eyes of two million soldiers outside the city fell on the Xihuang City Tower.

"Report!"

In the Yan army camp, Yan Nanfei, the great marshal of the Yan army, was sitting in the tent and discussing military affairs with the major generals. Suddenly, soldiers came to report.

Yan Bei next to Yan Nanfei said, "What's the matter?"

"The lights in Xihuang City have been gone, and there is a slight fighting sound. I guess the city is short of food and grass, and the hungry ones have begun to rob food and grass!" The soldier said: "Should we raise our troops to attack and trample on Xihuang City?"

As soon as this said, Marshal Yan Nanfei raised his deep gaze and showed a hint of thought, then he spoke: "This Xuanyuan Hao is so magnificent in his military use. Even if he only has 100,000 elite soldiers in his hand, he should not be careless!"

"Marson, it's the tenth day of the day when it's dawn. Even if his soldiers are attacked by iron, they will definitely faint from hunger!" Yan Bei spoke to Yan Nanfei.

"If the other soldiers were probably already hungry, but the city was full of Xuanyuan Hao's soldiers, and they were all elite soldiers who had fought in the south and north. How could it be that simple!"

"What should we do now!" a general spoke.

"First call up a large army and trap the Western Huang City, and then see the situation!" After that, Yan Nanfei looked out of the account and whispered: "Is his soldiers really so easy to starve to death?"

It was not just the Yan army that began to gather troops.

The same is true for Tubo.

The next morning, outside the Xihuang City, in the vast desert, almost all the black army gathered here, and the marching pace and the sound of shields landing shook the world.

Moreover, this time, the generals will be in front and the soldiers will be in the back. Obviously, as long as the remaining troops in Xihuang City faint from hunger, they will enter the city without hesitation and kill Xuanyuan Hao.

It is because in recent years, too many soldiers from the two dynasties in Yantu died at the hands of Xuanyuan Hao. For them, the lives of 100,000 elite soldiers in Xihuang City are not important, but Xuanyuan Hao's life is important.

As long as Xuanyuan Hao dies, the territory that has been plundered by Daxia in recent years will be recovered.

"Xuanyuan Hao's upward head is my commander. Marshal Yan should not compete with me for this commander!" At this moment, in front of the two armies, Nuhaer stood on the chariot and showed a ferocious smile.

He is the prince of Tubo. As long as he can bring Xuanyuan Hao's head back this time, he will not be afraid of being enthroned by the crown prince.

By then, sooner or later, the Tubo world would fall into his anger.

"You want to take Xuanyuan Hao's head back and ask for me, but as the prince of Dayan, why don't I want to?" Yan Nanfei looked at Hal and smiled coldly: "Everyone depends on his ability!"

Why didn’t Yan Nanfei want to take advantage of Xuanyuan Hao’s head to take advantage of the people of Xuanyuan Hao?

"Disen!" At this moment, a general next to Yan Nanfei pointed to the Xihuang City Tower and suddenly spoke: "Marson, look, the hundreds of Xia soldiers guarding the city tower are exhausted and all are dizzy!"

"Wait a little longer!" Yan Nanfei was still cautious, but before he could finish his words, he saw anger Hal give an order: "Attack, as long as anyone cuts off Xuanyuan Hao's head, he will be promoted to three levels in a row!"

The sound fell, and the chariots of fury were rolling. The generals drove the chariots and rushed towards the gate of Xihuang City. This time, the ladder was not even used.

"Marson, give the order!" Yan Bei spoke to Yan Nanfei: "If Xuanyuan Hao's head was cut off by Ryu Har, it would be too late!"

Xuanyuan Hao's head is very important to them, and it even concerns the future of his Dayan Prince.

So, Yan Nanfei gave an order: "Attack, target, Xuanyuan Hao's head, whoever cuts down for me will be promoted to four levels in a row!"
Chapter completed!