Chapter 959: Will the imperial court allocate food and weapons to the Northern Army?

"who are you?"

Suddenly, someone discovered this stranger who had climbed up the city wall at some point and shouted at him.

Immediately, several soldiers ignored the barbarians climbing up the ladders and turned around to point their weapons at the two men, thinking they were also enemies.

Mo Beihan quickly took out his badge to identify himself:

"I am the prince of Dingbei. Where is General Duanmu?"

When General Duanmu, who was commanding the battle on the city wall, heard the words "Prince of Dingbei", he could not believe it.

He hurried over to Mo Beihan and the other man, and upon seeing that he was indeed the prince, he could not help but be extremely surprised:

"Prince, is it really you? How come you are here so soon?"

You know, from the time he sent someone to deliver the letter to the capital, and then rushed from the capital to the northern border, even if he rode at full speed, it would be impossible for the prince to arrive in just half a month.

Mo Beihan hurriedly said:

"We'll talk about this later. General Duanmu, what's the situation now? What are the casualties on both sides?"

General Duanmu quickly invited the two men to the tower and pointed at a map and said:

"Two hundred thousand people from Beimo attacked Dai Viet in two batches. The one supervising the battle outside the city is Beimo's second prince Lucas. He is arrogant and conceited, and he accelerated his march to win military merits, so he arrived earlier than the other team. It is still relatively easy for us to deal with him at the moment."

"The enemy attacked twice, and we went out of the city to fight once. We won a great victory, and the enemy called off the attack. The enemy suffered more than 5,000 casualties, while we suffered less than 1,000 casualties. We thought the enemy would take a break, rearrange their formation, and then attack again, but Lucas seemed to be in a hurry to win, and actually ordered his men to attack the city directly."

"The other team is led by the Northern Desert Protector General Nisbi. He is very cunning and good at using troops. He will arrive outside the city tomorrow with another 100,000 troops. By then, I'm afraid our troops will be in a lot of trouble."

"The main reason is that our weapons haven't been updated for more than half a year, and our food and fodder can only last for ten days at most. If we can't get them in time, the soldiers will starve and I'm afraid..."

Mo Beihan nodded and comforted:

"General Duanmu, don't worry. Food and weapons are on the way."

"The imperial court is willing to allocate food and weapons to the Dingbei Army? I thought..."

I thought the emperor was afraid of the Dingbei Army and would delay sending them food and weapons as he did in the past, and would only send them some reluctantly when he could no longer delay.

Mo Beihan shook his head, looked at Qiao Ran beside him, and said:

"It's not allocated by the court. You will know it later. By the way, General Duanmu, this is Miss Qiao Ran, my fiancée."

He also introduced General Duanmu to Qiao Ran.

General Duanmu then looked at the fair and pretty girl. Originally he didn't care much about her and thought she was just a female guard beside the prince. He didn't expect that she was the future prince's consort.

He looked at the city wall that was sixty to seventy feet high and asked:

"The Crown Prince's Consort knows Qinggong?"

Qiao Ran answered modestly:

"I know a little. General Duanmu, please call me Qiao Ran!"

General Duanmu nodded, his eyes showing admiration, and he was obviously very satisfied that the future Crown Prince's Consort would compete in martial arts, rather than those delicate young ladies in the capital.

After a brief greeting, Qiao Ran and Mo Beihan walked to the edge of the city wall to check the battle situation below.

Qiao Ran looked at the barbarians who were rushing up in waves like indestructible cockroaches, being beaten down, and rushing up again just over 20 meters below her feet.

On some of the battlements on our side of the city wall, enemy troops had already rushed up, and the soldiers on both sides engaged in a desperate fight.

I watched with my own eyes the Dai Viet soldiers falling in pools of blood or falling off the high city walls, with flames blazing and crowds of people surging below. If they fell down, they would surely die.

Qiao Ran's heart seemed to be tightly gripped by something.