In the dark of night, Giza on the city wall could only estimate the number of troops attacking the city from the army's flags and the momentum of the battle.
The thunderous sound of Jin Ge made Giza couldn't help but frown.
How could such a huge army have been hidden in An City for so long?
After hearing the news from the messenger, Giza never doubted Goha's loyalty. Goha was his confidant, and his loyalty was even worse than his. Otherwise, he would not have been sent to guard the army granary in Anseong as a retreat.
But now that the army is approaching the city, Jiza really can't figure out how such a huge frontier army can hide the secrets and circumvent the Ancheng city besides Goha's betrayal.
"Traitor! Let the prairie wolves share the food and hand it over to the Immortal Heaven for judgment!"
Giza recognized Goha's betrayal and couldn't help but curse in a low voice.
"Behead those who deceive the public with evil words! Behead those who retreat!"
Giza raised his scimitar high and wore heavy armor while hiding behind the wall and ordered.
The panicked Mongolian soldiers immediately calmed down when they saw the head thrown off the city wall by the Giza guards.
The army was slightly stable, and Giza's military orders were orderly under his intimidation.
Qi Yuan saw that order was restored and preparations were made to defend the city. The Mongolian army's eyes were fixed on Giza.
An Jiu, who arranged the bed crossbow, knew that the plan had changed when he saw Ji Za appear and raise his sword to give orders.
When Lin Jing saw An Jiu delaying in firing his arrow, Lin Jing cast a suspicious look over her.
An Jiu shook his head and consciously gave up his position to Qi Yuan while pushing Lin Jing to find a position with a good view.
"Master Jing, don't worry, the guard has appeared."
After An Jiu said this, he stopped explaining and motioned to Lin Jing to look at the city wall in the distance.
Lin Jing frowned slightly when she saw Qi Yuan adjusting the crossbow and recalling the siege of Ancheng.
"Your Highness is still ill, no better than..."
Before Lin Jing could finish her words, she was interrupted by Qi Yuan's loud shout.
Qi Yuan, with a sick look on his face, adjusted the crossbow and struck it hard, then struck twice with a clang. The sound of two long arrows leaving the string still lingered in his ears. In the distance, he was shocked by the mutiny of the Mongolian army on the wall of Ningcheng. The sound drifted over.
"General!"
"General... is dead..."
Giza's personal guards held up heavy shields and surrounded the people behind them, but this protection was not enough to save Giza's life.
Two long arrows killed the bodyguard and Giza in the blink of an eye, one after the other.
The long arrow that was thousands of miles away was still powerful after it penetrated the shield of the guard in front. The tip of the arrow that penetrated the shield just pierced the Adam's apple of the guard.
Another long arrow followed closely and penetrated Giza's heart along the gap in the guard. The inertia of the long arrow directly brought the person down the city wall.
The sudden change made the already frightened Mongolian army extremely desperate.
The general is dead, and outside the city are frontier troops who can blow them into bloody foam at any time.
The Mongolian army was in an uproar, and there was chaos on the city wall.
However, amidst the commotion, a clear and majestic voice floated into their ears like the sound of nature.
"Those who sacrifice the city will avoid death."
Qi Yuan's words made the desperate Meng soldiers find a way to survive.
We are hungry and cold, and our enemies are invincible.
They have long since lost the courage and ideas to fight.
One can survive by dedicating the city, and everyone wants to be the one who opens the city gate to survive.
No matter what, it was death, and even if the hope was slim, they would still gamble on this only chance of survival.
The noise on the city wall of Ningcheng became more and more chaotic, and the Mongolian soldiers rushed down the city wall regardless of their lives.
After a while, Ningcheng's city gate slowly opened.
As soon as the city gate opened, the Mongolian soldiers were defeated and fled, not caring about the border troops or Ningcheng.
The general is dead, and they just want to take this opportunity to return to the grassland, go back, and return to the embrace of Changshengtian.
This land of the Central Plains will never come again! !
When the common people who raised the flag saw that the Mongolian soldiers who once held their butcher knives high and proud were now running away like dogs with their heads in their hands, most of the depression in their hearts suddenly dissipated.
But this scene that they thought about day and night aroused everyone's greater grief, and scenes of massacres appeared before their eyes.
"Kill!!"
"The thief will take his life!"
Qi Yuan waved his order, and the 100-man guard, whose eyes had been red for a long time, descended from the mountain like tigers and pounced on the fleeing Mongolian soldiers.
Lin Jing and Qi Yuan stood in the dark and watched the guard cavalry disrupting the war, and the sound of fighting echoed in everyone's ears.
The repeated defeats of the Mongolian army had made Ulimu want to retreat. Although the main force still defended Yancheng, there were tens of thousands of troops in Ningcheng and Hepingcheng.
Qi Yuan smiled lightly as he looked at the Ningcheng defenders who were just running for their lives and not interested in fighting.
Only a small number of the guards were killed by the personal guards, and those who fled on horseback were the Anjo defenders.
These Mongols, who had been separated from Ulimu, took this opportunity to conserve their strength in the hope of breaking out and escaping back to the grassland.
Qi Yuan's eyes were fixed on Ningcheng, and when the fighting stopped, he led the convoy into Ningcheng.
The common people wearing armor and holding the king's flag high held the flag with tears in their eyes. They stepped on the corpses of the Mongolian soldiers and stepped on the blood of their enemies as they entered their homeland step by step.
"Daxuan Yongchang!"
"Your Majesty, your Majesty will live forever! Daxuan Yongchang!"
The people who followed Qi Yuan shouted spontaneously. Lin Jing sat on the carriage and frowned as she watched Qi Yuan driving.
Those shouts from the heart are heavier and louder than any boast.
Lin Li was riding a white horse and holding a spear in his hand. His armor was covered with blood stains from the Mongolian army.
Tears followed the blood stains like a line of bloody tears.
Lin Li led the guards to clear the way, and the young man who was new to the battlefield whispered hoarsely.
"Father, mother, eldest sister, second sister... Li'er has avenged you..."
Lin Li's voice trembled, and tears fell on the back of his hands.
"Li'er avenged you! I avenged you!
father! mother! elder sister!
do you know? Can you see it? "
Not just Lin Li, everyone was shouting this in their hearts.
The hope of revenge finally arrived, and the hatred turned into hope and was finally vented with a higher voice to Qi Yuan.
They shouted and struggled to raise the royal flag in their hands, higher and higher.
The banner of Daxuan once again flew in Ningcheng. This emperor's personal guard with only a hundred people defeated Ningcheng, which was garrisoned by tens of thousands of people.
The excited people in Ningcheng saw the approaching flag at the city gate, and heard the familiar local accent in their ears.
The people who were piled in the corner by the Mongolian army like mud were climbing forward involuntarily.
The hungry people, who were as hungry as bones, moved closer to Qi Yuan and the others on their hands and knees. They kept opening their mouths to speak but had long forgotten their native accents.
They were so anxious that they burst into tears. They kept opening their mouths and gradually uttered broken syllables.
Covering their broken arms, they dragged their empty lower bodies forward desperately, dragging a trail of blood on the road. At this time, they burst out with tremendous strength, hoping only to see the flag belonging to Daxuan before they died. Hear the triumphal sounds of victory.
The naked women with numb eyes just stood in front of the city gate and shed tears as they looked at the royal flag held high.
Women and children holding babies in their arms held the thin children up to the guards with prayerful eyes, hoping to bring their young children back to life.
They won, but this victory seemed to come too late, too late...
