The members of the death squad watched Hattar fall from the ladder, but they did not hesitate.
At this moment, the Meng Yuan Empire was at its strongest. What people cared about was honor, fighting, warriors, and blood.
They have a willpower of steel.
"Come on." A captain of ten men howled, immediately filled Hattar's vacant seat, and climbed up the ladder using both hands and feet.
"Come on." After the other two members of the death squads shouted, they bravely stood up and climbed the ladder using their hands and feet.
When they began to climb, the previous ten-capion was dead. He was also hit to death by a stone.
But the defenders and militiamen who raised the stones were also shot dead by Mongolian archers.
This is completely filled with human lives, used to consume the number of defenders and defensive materials in the city.
These are the Meng Yuan warriors who are not afraid of death.
Wu Nian stood relatively far back, watching this scene expressionlessly. For the first time, I experienced the power of the so-called Mongolian soldiers.
"Even if all the men are involved, old men and young men, I can't hold on for three days. Today we will fight to the death, and tomorrow we will have a showdown."
Wu Nian's eyes flashed brightly, and he thought to himself.
Just getting beaten is not Wu Nian's style.
He has a crazy plan.
A plan that the Meng Yuan people would never think of.
First use the city wall as a support, and also use your own elite soldiers and militia as a way to consume the power of the Mongolian people, then clench your fists and fight.
Hit the Meng Yuan man's nose bone.
Wu Nian didn't just stand behind and watch, he couldn't stand behind and watch either. The members of the death squad climbed up the ladder one by one with fierce looks on their faces, and the militiamen and elite soldiers guarding the city were killed one by one.
Soon a member of the Mongolian Yuan Death Squadron stood on the city wall. Without the support of the city wall, the fighting power of both sides became apparent.
The three elite soldiers roared in unison and pounced on the Meng Yuan death squad member.
With a "Pfft" sound, the Meng Yuan archers on the well car cooperated very well and killed an elite soldier wearing a battle coat with one arrow.
The other two elite soldiers rushed forward. The Meng Yuan Death Squadron member laughed ferociously, and in the blink of an eye, he drew out the steel knife from his waist. After only four rounds of fighting, he killed the two Han elite soldiers.
The surrounding militiamen and elite soldiers couldn't help but take a breath of cold air when they saw this, and they were all frightened.
Is this the Mongolian warrior?
Wu Nian casually grabbed the spear in the hand of a soldier beside him and threw it forward.
With a "touch", the huge penetrating force even caused the spear tip to pierce the breast shield on the chest of the Meng Yuan death squad member.
This member of the Meng Yuan Death Squadron was caught off guard, fell backwards, and then fell down the city. But before he fell to his death, his heart had stopped beating.
"What a strength!!!" This was the last thought in the minds of the members of the Mengyuan Death Squadron.
"Don't be afraid. I'm with you." Wu Nian pulled out the steel knife from his waist, braved the oncoming arrows, rushed to the front row, and cut off with a powerful knife from a tricky angle. He hit the left arm of a member of the Mongolian Death Squadron.
"Ah!!!" Blood spurted out when his arm fell, and no matter how ferocious the death squad member was, he let out a miserable howl.
With a "poof" sound, Wu Nian exerted force with both arms, and the tip of the knife pierced the neck of the death squad member, turned to the left, and cut off half of his head.
A "touch" sound.
Wu Nian felt a pain in his chest. When he looked down, he saw an iron arrow inserted into his chest, the tail of the arrow shaking.
"General!!!" The elite soldiers and militiamen all around shouted with their eyes bursting with souls.
But Wu Nian opened his mouth and let out a hideous laugh. He looked up at the Meng Yuan archers on the well car and said with a smile: "It hurts, you bastards."
After the words fell, the light of the knife in Wu Nian's hand flashed away. After the half-moon-shaped sword flash, the head of another member of the Meng Yuan Death Squadron fell. Blood spurted out of the headless body. After shaking for a while, it fell to the ground with a crash.
"Bump, bump!!!" This time it was the back, and Wu Nian was hit by two arrows in the back. With strong penetrating power and slightly breaking through the armor, the arrow pierced Wu Nian's skin and entered the muscle.
"Don't be afraid. I am with you." Wu Nian raised the steel knife in his hand, cut off the arrows on his chest, and then with a fierce look on his face, he pounced on another member of the Mengyuan Death Squadron.
The fighting will, combat effectiveness, and combat experience of the two armies are not at the same level.
If you want to defend the city, you can only delay.
Let your soldiers and militia quickly learn the skills to fight the Mongolians. Before they became stronger, Wu Nian could only pounce on them like a firefighter, killing the Mongolian and Yuan soldiers who climbed up the city wall one after another.
His actions paid off.
The morale of our own soldiers and militiamen has been greatly boosted.
Even the militiamen who were afraid and suspicious of Wu Nian had nothing to say. He really wasn't bragging, he was really willing to shed his blood for Beishan Fort.
Wu Nian was of course the target of the opponent's archers. Although he was not hit in any vital parts, his body was full of arrows.
When the fifteenth arrow hit Wu Nian, with his strong willpower, Wu Nian couldn't help but let out a groan, and then felt a dizzy feeling.
Wu Nian did not hold on and strode away from the front line to a safer place. He raised his head and said to the house slave beside him: "Prepare hot water immediately and have someone give me medicine and bandage."
"Yes." The house slave responded with sweating profusely, helped Wu Nian into the city gate tower, and closed the door. Soon after, hot water was brought. A peasant woman who had been briefly trained to treat wounds walked in.
At this time, Wu Nian's domestic slave carefully used scissors to cut off the arrows stuck in Wu Nian's armor, and helped Wu Nian untie the armor.
When the peasant woman looked at Wu Nian, who had arrows stuck all over his body, she trembled with fear.
This is General Fu Han.
If anything happens, we're doomed.
"General." She immediately took action, took out a pair of small scissors, cut Wu Nian's clothes, and then asked the domestic slave to help, using the knife to remove the arrows one by one.
The peasant woman was sweating profusely from her busy work. Wu Nian sat motionless, with no change in the expression on his face, but the sweat was still flowing.
The peasant woman followed Wang Ruyan and had dealt with injuries like this before, but she was the first to see Wu Nian gritting his teeth and saying nothing.
"As expected of a general." She was thinking wildly in her mind, but her hands and feet were very deft. As if handling an animal, he carefully pulled out the arrows and applied medicine to stop the bleeding.
Soon, all fifteen arrows on Wu Nian's body were pulled out, turning into fifteen bloody holes. Protected by armor, the wounds were not very deep, and all the bleeding stopped after applying medicine.
"General, you can't move. If you move, the wound will burst and it will be difficult to heal." The peasant woman knew that Wu Nian was an expert in this field, but she still couldn't help but warn him.
"Thank you for your hard work. Go and treat other people's wounds. Let my slaves do the bandaging." Wu Nian exhaled, his face was pale, and he was still sweating profusely, and he said a little weakly.
"Yes." The peasant woman responded, picked up the medicine box and turned around to go down. But when she reached the door, she turned back and bowed to Wu Nian before leaving.
"What are you doing standing there, why don't you quickly bandage it?" Wu Nian's eyes widened and he looked at the dumbfounded slave.
"Yes." Several domestic slaves trembled, then immediately rushed forward and hurriedly began to bandage Wu Nian's wounds.
It basically wrapped around Wu Nian's body, with fifteen bloody holes.
After the bandage was finished, Wu Nian asked someone to get some wine. After taking a few sips, his face became rosy and his sweating stopped. Then he stood up again, shook his body, and shouted: "Prepare my armor."
The domestic slaves were once again stunned, and then a domestic slave hurriedly said: "General, the wound will burst."
Wu Nian looked at the slave and said solemnly: "Then bleed to death."
