The sun was setting in the west and it was almost dusk.
Normally, this little time would pass in the blink of an eye. But today, it was extremely long.
This day seems as long as a year.
Beishan Fort.
The northern wall.
Countless Mongolian warriors kept waving their steel knives, roaring like beasts, and attacked the city wall.
There were many corpses lying dead under and on the city wall. The blood that flowed out stained the ground and the city wall with blood.
There were more corpses of Mongolian and Yuan soldiers than those of Beishan Fort soldiers.
Facing this tragic Shura field, the Meng Yuan warriors seemed to be walking on flat ground, without any fear, as if they were brave men willing to die generously, and kept moving forward, forward, forward.
This is the nature of the Mongolian and Yuan fighting people, and because Jin Huanshan is supervising the battle from behind, they dare not not fight desperately.
Personal force is only one of the advantages of Wanhu General.
The generals of Wanhu who led the troops in battle were the ones who truly showed their abilities.
On the city wall, the soldiers of Beishan Fort were guarding extremely hard. Elite soldiers kept dying, and militiamen kept filling in.
Three consecutive days of defending the city had already weakened Beishan Fort.
But the soldiers in Beishan Fort had no fear or fear at all. Instead, they became more and more courageous as they fought, and everyone regarded death as if they were home.
The continuous battles with the Meng Yuan people made them no longer afraid of the Meng Yuan soldiers.
Behind them is the city wall and their families. They have no way to retreat and nowhere to go.
Only one word.
"kill!!!!"
No matter who comes to attack Beishan Fort, whether they are Mongolians or wild beasts, they will be killed even if they are bitten.
We are the soldiers of Beishan Fort! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Wearing the armor that he had been fighting for three consecutive days, Wei Ru held a steel knife and fought hard. The armor on his body was full of arrow holes and marks left by blades, and the steel knife in his hand was also full of gaps.
The body hidden in the armor was riddled with holes and pain was everywhere. But she did not retreat even one step and defended the city wall for three days.
"kill!!!!"
Another Mongolian soldier rushed up to the city wall. Wei Ru's eyes widened, and with a roar, he raised his knife and dropped it, and his head flew up. This Mongolian soldier who had just climbed onto the city wall had no time to rejoice. In confusion, his head fell. After shaking for a while, he fell on the city wall and became part of many corpses.
"Touch!!!" Wei Ru's left shoulder hurt. She looked down and saw a dark arrow hitting her. The iron arrow broke through the armor and slightly penetrated her body.
Wei Ru raised the steel knife in his hand expressionlessly, and cut off the arrow with the knife, leaving only a small section.
"Touch!!!" She flew up with her right leg and kicked a Mongolian soldier in the abdomen, sending the Mongolian soldier flying and falling off the city wall.
Facing the seemingly endless Mongol and Yuan soldiers, Beishan Fort was like a warship sailing in a rough sea. Although it was surrounded by dangers, it never capsized.
Just like the [Yanhan] flag hanging on the city gate tower, as long as the people are in the city and the flag is in spirit, we are invincible.
Days are like years.
Days are like years.
Even with Wei Ru's strength, three consecutive days of high-intensity fighting, coupled with such hot weather, he felt a little groggy for a while.
She seemed to be a machine, using her spirit as fuel to fight and fight while her body was numb. Gradually, the armor on her body turned into blood color, and the gathered blood slowly dripped onto the ground.
The murderous aura gathered together, like an evil ghost.
No. She was originally an evil spirit, a vengeful evil spirit.
It is up to her to avenge the Wei family.
Under the stubborn resistance of Beishan Fort, this day finally passed. When the sun has completely set and there are only fire clouds in the sky.
The Mongolians withdrew their troops.
"Ding ding ding!!!" The rapid sound of gold and iron sounded. The Meng Yuan soldiers who heard the sound pulled the wooden curtain cart, well cart, and ladder cart, and receded like the tide, leaving corpses all over the ground. .
"Fufufu!!!" Wei Ru's tight body suddenly softened, and he knelt on the ground with a steel knife in his right hand. His breathing sound was like the sound of a broken bellows, which was unusually unpleasant.
Her lungs felt like they were on fire, and there were bursts of pain.
As the Mongolian soldiers retreated, the medical team led by Wang Ruyan, who had been prepared long ago, climbed onto the city wall and began to treat the wounded soldiers.
"Hold on, big brother. You'll be fine." Wang Ruyan didn't have any trace of her husband's aura left. She dressed very simply and treated each wounded soldier very skillfully, speaking to comfort him.
Xiaohong followed her and helped.
"Everyone, eat slowly and don't choke. There are plenty of cakes." Liu Xiang and Wu led another group of women, carrying baskets containing pieces of wheat cakes.
Wheat cakes with only salt and no fillings were a supreme delicacy for the soldiers at this time. They all stretched out their hands and grabbed pieces of wheat cakes, biting and swallowing them crazily.
Liu Xiang did not wear a skirt, only trousers and a long coat. Her clothes were very simple and full of capable aura. She kept running up and down, not only delivering food, but also helping to carry wounded soldiers.
As for the corpse, we’ll talk about that later. The dead are dead and not as important as the living.
Men fight to the death, women assist.
In Beishan Castle, no one is redundant.
Everyone is united and united.
It is undefeated.
Even though Wu Nian is not in the castle, his spirit and soul are still here.
Home is here too.
Wei Ru was quickly helped by her maid to sit down in the city gate tower, and the gate was immediately closed. The maidservants were divided into two teams, one team went down to carry the hot water, and the other team helped to untie her armor.
When the armor was completely peeled off, the maids shed tears. The close-fitting clothes were covered with blood, and the old wounds had not healed, but new ones had appeared.
Their young lady is not married yet, but her body is already riddled with holes.
The maids used scissors to cut off Wei Ru's clothes. Wang Ruyan was invited in and picked out arrows with a knife.
The arrow landed in the wooden basin and made a "dong-dong-dong" sound.
Wang Ruyan tied Wei Ru with a bandage. She opened her red lips and wanted to say, don't let the wound burst, but she couldn't.
In such a fight, how could the wound not burst?
After quick treatment, the maids wiped Wei Ru's body with hot cloths, and then helped put on new clothes and coats.
"Captain Wei. Can I come in?" Liu Zhixing's voice sounded.
"Come in." Wei Ru's voice was full of hoarseness.
Liu Zhixing walked in from the outside, and the smell of blood filled his nose. He looked at Wei Ru, who was pale but sitting stiffly and upright, and fell silent for a moment.
"Captain Wei. I have recruited a new batch of militiamen. Please order them." Liu Zhixing said.
"Okay." Wei Ru replied simply.
"Do you want to take a day off?" Liu Zhixing couldn't help but ask.
"No. I can hold on." Wei Ru shook his head slightly and replied. The brows are full of determination, and the rock cannot be turned.
Liu Zhixing nodded, turned around and walked out with a fist in his hand. But when he reached the door, he stopped, turned around and said, "Wei Xiaowei. The winner must be us. The Han people."
"I firmly believe it." A bright smile appeared on Wei Ru's pale face.
