The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it’s almost dusk.
The day was about to pass, but the attack on the city continued.
"Dong dong dong!!!!"
"Woooooooooooo!!!!!!"
In the four directions of Beta City, strong drummers were sweating profusely and their breath was weak, but they still beat the cowhide drums hard.
The trumpeter's throat was filled with smoke, but he still played the horn with all his strength.
The drums and horns are shouting.
Han troops from all directions launched the last fierce attack of the day towards Beta City.
South of the city.
The young Wei Polu, wearing heavy armor, stood on horseback, with a flag with the word "Han" flying above his head. He shouted loudly: "Athletes. In order to avenge the shame of Haitian City being attacked and the hatred of the Xuewei family, risk your life and attack this city. Then drive straight in and destroy Meng Yuan."
"kill!!!"
Finally, Wei Polu raised his right hand, with a high-pitched voice, roaring to kill with all his strength.
"Kill!!!!!!" The soldiers at the front felt the same way. Whether they are archers or soldiers who climb the city, they are all brave and risk their lives.
The Battle of Liaodong and the Mongols’ plague strategy.
Less than half of the soldiers and civilians of Liaodong died.
Battle of Haitian City. Wei Changqing and half of the men of the Wei family died in the battle.
This bloody feud cannot be forgotten.
The Battle of Huanglong is just interest.
To destroy Meng Yuan is to bring the capital and profits together.
kill! ! ! ! ! ! !
The Han soldiers were brave and heroic. The front weapons of the soldiers ascending the city kept falling from the ladders or the city walls, or died in battle at the top of the city, but the weapons in the rear were still advancing one after another.
See death as your home.
Although today is almost over, it seems that they have just begun to attack the city.
The fierceness of the Han army caused tremendous psychological pressure on the Mongolian and Yuan soldiers and civilians defending the city.
It was already March.
Two months have passed since the Han army attacked Beita City. The Han army attacked the city violently regardless of casualties. The casualties among the soldiers and civilians in the city were also huge.
Moreover, the city wall is already in danger and may be breached at any time.
There is a cloud in the art of war.
If there are reinforcements, we will unite as one.
Without reinforcements, the defense cannot last long.
now. The soldiers and civilians in the city are still fighting hard, but their hearts have been shaken. Everyone is afraid that after the Han army enters the city, it will massacre the city.
Men, women, old and young, chickens and dogs were not left behind.
So.
If we surrender voluntarily, will the King of Han keep his promise and forgive us?
The problem now is no longer defending the city. Because I can't keep it.
The question now is whether the King of Han will keep his promise.
And this multiple choice question. It's already imminent. Once the city is broken, no chickens or dogs will be left behind.
There was no choice.
The Mongolian and Yuan soldiers and civilians on the city were trying their best to resist. Until the sound of gold and iron was heard among the Han army.
"Ding ding ding."
After hearing this voice, Wei Polu showed a look of unwillingness, waved his hand and said, "Damn, it was just a close call."
Although he was very reluctant, the military order was as strong as a mountain.
And it was already dark.
Wei Polu calmed down and shouted: "Quick. Let the doctor prepare. Treat the wounded soldiers immediately. Bring the hot soup first to warm up the soldiers."
The Han army's logistics support is very good, excellent military doctors, and excellent Huotou troops have long been ready. When the Han soldiers retreated, hot soup was immediately served.
Military doctors provide treatment.
Be well organized.
Add catgut, alcohol and the like. The casualties of the Han army are inevitable, but the probability of rescuing the injured is much better than that of the Mongolian people.
This is also national strength.
"Huhuhu!!!" the Meng Yuan people on the city after the Han soldiers retreated. Each one of them collapsed on the ground as if their bones had been pulled out by cramps. Regardless of the corpse next to him, he collapsed and closed his eyes, panting like an ox.
real.
real.
In the battle against the Han army, we must not relax.
All we can do is try our best.
Although some of them also sat down, they did not close their eyes, but communicated with each other vaguely with their eyes.
This won't work.
There are no reinforcements from outside, and it is only a matter of time before the city is breached.
If we don't take action, the Han army will massacre the city.
We have no choice.
The gate to the city gate tower was opened. Jin Ting'en, who was wearing heavy armor and a sword hanging on his waist, came out with his soldiers. With the last bit of light, he glanced at the city wall, and then showed a wry smile.
Although they were well prepared, the Han army's offensive was really terrifying.
The Han people claim to be a war nation, and they are indeed worthy of their name.
"Quickly. Treat the wounded soldiers. The Huotou Army will deliver the meals and the soldiers will eat on the spot." Jin Ting'en took a deep breath and ordered loudly.
Under Jin Tingen's command, the Meng Yuan side was also in order, without any panic.
only.
Soon, the afterglow disappeared. The earth was shrouded in darkness. Jin Ting'en did not leave the city wall and lived in the city gate tower.
Before going to sleep, he arranged garrison duties.
Soldiers who do not have garrison duty or whose turn has not yet been taken will rest in the military building next to the city wall.
Inside one of the houses.
More than twenty soldiers rolled up their bunks and lay on the beds to rest. Originally, there were more than fifty people living in this house.
Moreover, among the more than twenty people, ten were wounded soldiers. Only the severity of the injuries differs. The atmosphere in the room was very depressing, and the seriously injured people made painful groans from time to time.
"Tatuo, Talun, and Babuto died in the battle. Haiwang died of serious injuries. If this continues, we will all die. What's even more terrifying is that many of us are from this city. When Han soldiers entered the city, our whole family was together die."
A strong man sat up and whispered with a solemn expression.
Unlike the higher-ups who all gave themselves Chinese names, the names of these lower-level Mongolians were passed down from their ancestors.
Translated into Chinese, they all have names like Goudan, Gou Sheng, and Shitou.
A fighting nation relies on war to support war. If you win, you will have women, gold and silver, and wealth. These people have not changed their nature.
But feel fear.
The fear of having a knife at your neck.
After listening to the strong man's words, all the Mongolian soldiers who could still move sat up. A Mongolian soldier asked in a low voice: "Na Ming. What do you think we should do?"
"I think there are many people who are thoughtful. It's just that they don't dare to act. Now we just need the first person to take action. Let's give it a try. Late at night, we can set fire to cause chaos."
"Shout [Welcome the King of Han into the city]."
"If someone responds to us, it depends on whether King Han keeps his promise. Let us go."
"If no one responds to us. We will be killed."
"Give it a try."
"How about it. Do you agree? If you agree, let's do it." Namin whispered.
"agree."
"good."
Everyone either answered directly or hesitated for a moment before answering.
"Okay. Let's do it tonight." Naming breathed out, with a smile on his face.
In fact, the identity of this Namin is not simple.
He is a purebred Mongolian, but he is a spy of the Imperial City Division.
As the saying goes, money can make the world go round.
There are traitors among the Han people.
Of course there are traitors in Meng Yuan. If the Han army entered the city, he didn't know what would happen to the other Mongolian people. Anyway, he is rich and prosperous.
