Haitian City.
evening. The burning clouds in the west dyed half of the sky red.
Another day of siege came to an end.
On the city. The flag with the word "Wei" flutters in the wind and makes a hunting sound. Wei Ru was wearing a thin war jacket, holding the steel knife at his waist, standing at the top of the city, his face slightly pale.
After being injured in the first battle, she developed a fever. After the battle, she remained in the gate tower and did not move.
However, the morale of the soldiers and civilians in Haitian City was not affected by her absence. Encourage each other, rise up to resist, and fight with thieves.
"Chunyuan. Even if you are beaten to death, you can't even hope to break through my Haitian City with four elite soldiers of ten thousand households." Wei Ru looked at the seemingly endless Mengyuan camp in front of him and sneered softly.
Immediately, Wei Ru summoned his soldiers to inspect the city wall. The corpses and wounded soldiers on the top of the city have been transported down.
But the blood stains remained. The fresh blood, intertwined with the blackened blood, looked very dazzling and exuded a pungent smell.
The civilians were collecting arrows and weapons scattered on the ground.
The soldiers who were not injured were standing guard and patrolling. After seeing Wei Ru, they all lowered their heads to show respect.
"Lord Captain."
"Miss Wei."
There is no wavering in this city, which is enough to give any famous general a headache.
outside the city.
On the gate of the Meng Yuan military camp. Chunyuan was wearing a battle jacket, standing under the banner, staring at the city in front of him for a long, long time.
"Your Majesty, dinner is ready." A soldier came up and carefully bent down and said.
"Hey." Chunyuan retracted his gaze and sighed. No matter how he attacks, no matter how brave the Mongolian soldiers are, they are not afraid of death. This city seems to be like a mountain peak and cannot be conquered.
I'm afraid even if we kill all the elite soldiers of four thousand households, they still won't be able to shake the city. And if all the soldiers of four thousand households were defeated, what would he use to defend Huanglong Mansion?
He has also read Sun Tzu's Art of War.
Attacking the city is the next step.
Only as a last resort will the general lead his troops to attack the city.
He had the intention to retreat.
"Yes." Chunyuan hummed, turned around, and surrounded by his own soldiers, walked out of the camp gate and returned to the Chinese army's tent.
Along the way, he saw many Mongolian and Yuan soldiers. Not only were they dejected, but their morale was also low.
Combat.
Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.
Morale will get lower and lower over time. He listened carefully to the sounds of pain from the wounded soldiers in the surrounding tents.
These sounds follow you everywhere and will further affect the morale of the soldiers.
Watching and listening to what was going on in the camp. In Chunyuan's heart, the idea of withdrawing his troops became stronger.
He quickly returned to his Chinese army tent and had a rather sumptuous dinner. After pondering for a long time, he sighed, called a soldier in, and said: "Call the troops. Get ready tonight and go back to Anding County tomorrow."
"Yes." The soldier responded respectfully, turned around and went down.
"Next. What should I do?" Chunyuan shook his head, stood up and walked to the inner tent, took out a topographic map, sat on the bed and looked at it.
Of the seven cities in Huanglong Mansion, one is already a nail in the coffin of Wu Nian.
He also controls six cities and has six soldiers with ten thousand households under his command, and his organization is barely complete. There are also veterans from the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty to supplement the city defense.
"There is no problem with the defense of Huanglong Mansion. The key is Guangyang Mansion." Chunyuan moved his gaze from Huanglong Mansion to Guangyang Mansion, with a look of worry in his eyes.
That place has high mountains and steep mountains, which is easy to defend but difficult to attack.
But their strength is too weak, only 30,000 households. But he has to control seven cities. The vast majority of the people in these cities are Han Chinese.
People and people are not on their side. Once Wu Nian concentrated his efforts to attack Guangyang Mansion, it would not be so easy to defend. At this moment, Chunyuan heard a sound of footsteps.
"Your Majesty, there is news from Anding County. Wu Nian has defeated Wang Zhongbi. The light army has penetrated deep into Huanglong Mansion, regardless of the counties along the way, and went straight to Anding County. The Governor sent someone to ask for help." The soldiers reported in the outer tent.
Chunyuan frowned deeply and let out a sigh.
Wang Zhongbi, Adou who cannot be helped.
"I understand." Chunyuan waved his hand and said.
He had already decided to withdraw his troops anyway, so this news didn't mean much.
"yes."
The soldier responded, turned and left.
Chunyuan didn't think much, and after washing up, he fell asleep. Early the next morning. He ordered the camp to be opened, left Haitian City, and returned to Anding County.
On the south wall of the city.
Wearing a battle coat, Wei Ru, together with many soldiers and militiamen, watched the Meng Yuan people leave here. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing a satisfied smile.
Just like the general said, the fighting nation is nothing more than this.
"Athletes, cheer. You did it. You defeated the four thousand warriors of the Meng Yuan people." Wei Ru took a deep breath and said loudly.
"Oh oh oh!!!!"
The soldiers and militiamen were silent for a moment, then raised their weapons and cheered loudly. It's really not easy.
In just a few days, they lost many comrades. But it's all worth it.
General Fu Han attacked Huanglong Mansion, and Miss Wei returned to Haitian City. We have also seen with our own eyes that the Meng Yuan people are not invincible.
This is a credit to all of us.
It's all worth it.
The sound of cheering spread throughout the city. Soon, all the men, women and children in Haitian City knew the news.
As if it were a festival, they took to the streets together to celebrate this event.
It's really, really great.
The general is mighty.
The captain is mighty.
Yanhan is mighty.
In front of the city gate tower. Listening to the warm cheers, Wei Ru smiled even more on his face. But she soon felt uncomfortable and dizzy. Her face turned pale, her knees weakened, and then she fell to the left, her eyes closed involuntarily.
"Lord Captain."
"Miss Wei. What's wrong with you?"
"Lord Captain."
Wei Ru heard panicked sounds before he lost consciousness.
"It is inevitable for a general to die in battle. I have bled too much over the years, so have my vitality been damaged?" Wei Ru thought to himself.
"But luckily. It was after Junyuan retreated that I couldn't survive. If he hadn't retreated and I had fainted, that would have been terrible."
Wei Ru was not afraid, but thought happily, and then fell into a drowsy state.
............
"Da da da!!!!"
Ten thousand soldiers led by Chunyuan quickly headed towards Anding County. Although they failed to capture Haitian City, their organization was still relatively complete.
No longer having to fight with Haitian City, the morale of the soldiers has improved visibly.
The army is organized and powerful.
Under the banner of "gold". Chunyuan sat astride a horse, wearing a light battle jacket, and moved forward with the large group of people.
Suddenly, a fast horse appeared in front of him, coming in the opposite direction. Then he was stopped by his own soldiers. Chun Yuan looked up and saw that the soldiers had returned, bending down with a strange expression to report: "Your Majesty, Cheng Lian has tied up the Governor."
