At this moment, Wu Nian was like a fierce ghost, possessing a breathtaking aura.
The house slave seemed to be frozen by a spell and remained motionless. After a while, his knees weakened and he sat on the ground, breathing heavily and sweating like rain.
Wu Nian no longer looked at this person.
This is a bloody battle of life and death.
If you want to win, you can't be afraid of death.
He might die. But he believed that Beishanbao would definitely win.
He has already decided on the rank of lieutenant general. Li Yong and Zhang Jin lined up.
Wu Nian strode to the door, opened it, and walked out of the gate tower. When Wu Nian stood up, not only his eyes lit up.
His eyes also lit up.
One general is brave, and the three armies are strong.
His efforts were not without value, and the elite soldiers and militia quickly calmed down. The militiamen and elite soldiers cooperated with each other, blocking the Mongolian soldiers with spears and killing them with steel knives.
It's still bad, but at least it's blocked. It’s no longer one-sided.
His soldiers grew rapidly on the battlefield.
Wu Nian took back his steps and did not go any further. Now he needs to recharge his batteries and prepare for tomorrow's hard fight.
It's just that he is a little worried about the situation in the east and west of the city. I couldn't help but turn around and look, thinking. "Brother, Tieniu, you have to hold on."
Just hold on today, and tomorrow we will fight to the death with the Meng Yuan people.
The battles in the east and west of the city were also fierce, but they were more than one level worse than those in the north.
There was a death squad under Li Dazui in the north of the city. Not to mention anything else, the number of people was more than 300. There are no death squads for Zhang Chongshui and Zhang Guang in the east and west of the city.
The terrain of the entire Beishan Fort is that only the north, east, and west sides can deploy troops and attack the city. Liu Wu at the south city gate only brought a small group of elite soldiers and more than a hundred militiamen to guard against a sudden, small-scale attack by the Mongolian people.
Zhang Jin guarded the east of the city, and Tieniu guarded the west.
East of the city.
Zhang Jin was wearing heavy armor, leaning on a steel knife and looking forward, with several broken arrows stuck in his body.
When it comes to not being afraid of death, he is no worse than Wu Nian.
Because Zhang Chongshui had fewer troops and no death squads, his defense was much easier than that of Wu Nian. After blocking the first few waves of offensives, the elite soldiers and militiamen under his command gradually learned the skills of fighting against the Mongolians and fought vigorously.
"Although it is cruel. But as long as my soldiers fight a few more games, the weak will be eliminated and the strong will survive. My soldiers will soon become elite."
Zhang Jin turned his head and watched every move on the battlefield, thinking to himself.
"Kill!!!" At this moment, Zhang Jin saw two Mongolian and Yuan warriors rushing up from a place. They cooperated with each other and killed some elite soldiers and militiamen. He roared and rushed forward in large strides.
"Shoot him." The archers on the well truck immediately opened fire and shot arrows at Zhang Jin. One of the arrows pierced Zhang Jin's neck. Yizhang Jin was so brave that he broke into a cold sweat, but he did not stop. In the blink of an eye, he came in front of the two Mongolian soldiers, and with a flash of his sword, he solved them.
There were also a few more arrows on his armor.
"Cover the general." The Beishan Fort archers on the city were not vegetarians, and there were many of them. They quickly greeted and fired arrows at the Meng Yuan archers on the well car.
It's just that the Mongolian archers were protected by armor, and their casualties were very small.
Zhang Jin quickly returned to a safe position, holding the knife in front of him again to observe the situation. There was a look of worry on his face, and he thought to himself: "It seems there is no problem today, but what about tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow?"
"I'm afraid that even if all the flesh-and-blood men of Beishan Fort are captured, they won't be able to hold it for four days."
His judgment and Wu Nian's were similar. If you fight for a long time, you will lose.
How to do it? Should we abandon Beishan Fort and break through?
What about the old and the weak? What about women and children? Do you want to give it to the Mongolian people to ravage?
Or after all the men are dead, arm the strong women. How about actually shedding blood?
Zhang Jin stood in front of the city gate tower, facing the cold wind and began to think wildly, and his body gradually became cold.
This is truly a desperate situation.
The Meng Yuan warriors were really too strong.
Those who resisted and fought desperately were not only Wu Nian, Zhang Jin, Tieniu, but also Li Yong, Wang Ruyan, and the peasant women.
The kitchens of every household never stop, some are boiling ginger tea, and some are boiling water. The chimneys of every house were filled with thick smoke.
Fortunately, Beishan Fort was well prepared and had a large deep well in the city, so it could withstand such consumption.
One by one, the peasant women risked their lives to drag down the militiamen, their husbands, and sons from the city wall, and returned to the military building.
Wang Ruyan led a team of peasant women who were able to perform surgical operations, and they were busy without touching the ground.
"Quick, go get the wine."
"Quick, catgut."
Wang Ruyan reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead, sighed, gave a militiaman who was about to die a sip of wine, and walked away.
This is the final farewell.
Hopeless.
She is a very strong woman, but looking at the soldiers who are dying, and the soldiers who are not dead but are screaming in agony, she is also very panicked.
"Damn Mengyuan people." She gritted her teeth in her heart.
Although she was also a Liaodong woman, she had been raised in a brothel since she was a child. She had never seen the brutality of the Meng Yuan soldiers, let alone experienced such a bloody battle.
The anger towards the Meng Yuan people increased at this moment.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu That's my fault, my fault. Don't close your eyes. Mrs. Wang, Mrs. Wang, look at my boss."
A peasant woman hugged her husband and cried, raising her head and pleading to Wang Ruyan.
Wang Ruyan trembled, quickly put down the distracting thoughts in his heart, and ran over, but his feet gave out and he fell to the ground, falling to pieces. There were blood marks on the palms of her two snow-white palms, but she didn't cry. She got up and ran towards the wounded soldier.
At this moment, Liu Xiang walked in from outside the door. After taking a closer look, she called to Wang Ruyan: "Sister Wang, I'm here to help."
She put on the old clothes she had worn before, and tied her hair into a ponytail, looking fresh and capable. He was holding a wooden basin on his small waist, which was filled with hot water.
Wu followed behind her, also holding a large wooden basin.
"And me." Zhang Zhen poked his head out from behind, holding many bandages in his arms.
Wang Ruyan looked back, with a slight smile on his face. He called Liu Xiang and said, "Sister, come here quickly and help me hold him down."
Liu Xiang quickly put down the wooden basin in her hand and ran over to help.
A disaster for the family.
The men are the warriors and the women are the assistants.
Up and down the Beishan Fort, no matter what it is, there is fighting spirit or cowardice. Whether active or passive, everyone is already on this chariot.
Or the city will be destroyed and everyone will die.
Or defeat the Meng Yuan people in exchange for survival.
