Prince Atam of the Huns thought that his eagle shooter had shot and killed the magistrate of Pingliang County, and he was confident that his immortal warriors could easily break through the city.
But the facts told him that it was not that simple to conquer Pingliang County.
Their Xiongnu soldiers started attacking in batches from noon to evening, but still no soldier could successfully climb the city wall of Pingliang County.
"Ming Jin, withdraw your troops!" Prince Atam of the Huns said helplessly.
The Xiongnu troops' trumpet was blown, and the Hun soldiers who were originally hesitant about whether to continue to charge forward were relieved after hearing the Xiongnu troop withdrawal trumpet.
So far, the Xiongnu and Khitan forces have suffered nearly 10,000 casualties.
There is no progress in the Pingliang City in front of us, and not even a single person has climbed onto the city wall.
Even the only ladder that was put up was completely burned by the fire by the defenders of Pingliang County.
I have to say that today's battle really damaged the morale of the Xiongnu and Khitan coalition forces.
However, Khitan King Ashina Batu and Xiongnu Prince Atamu did not think so. In their opinion, the reason why the defenders in Pingliang County are so fierce today is entirely because their leader died, and they are now in a A stage where the mourning soldiers must win.
As long as this stage is passed, the combat effectiveness of Pingliang City's defenders will definitely drop dramatically.
Therefore, Khitan King Ashina Batu and Hun Prince Atamu jointly decided to surround Pingliang County for a few days.
However, their decision was immediately refuted by several chiefs of large tribes.
"Two adults, it is also a huge problem for our 400,000 troops to eat horse chews every day. If we don't capture this city as soon as possible, the consumption will be extremely huge."
"Furthermore, our two khanates are warriors on the grasslands, and siege warfare is not what we are good at at all. We still have to find a way to deceive the army from their city!"
Ashinaba nodded in agreement and said, "Although what you said, Chief Tuhun, is correct, they see how our 400,000 troops could be deceived here!"
Chief Tuhun thought for a while and said again: "Two adults, I don't know if you have noticed that today we are attacking the city from three directions: east, west and south. The east and west sides have the strongest defenses, but the north and south sides have the weakest defenses. We also suffered the fewest casualties when attacking the city in the south."
After being reminded by the patriarch Tuhui, Khitan King Ashina Batu and Hun Prince Atamu also discovered this situation.
Atamu said excitedly: "In this case, it seems that Pingliang County is short of manpower, which is why the defense force of their south gate is weaker than the other two walls!"
Khitan King Ashina Badu also said happily: "In this way, our two armies will continue to attack tomorrow. We will use superior forces to storm the east and west gates of Pingliang County as a feint attack, and use 10,000 elite soldiers to attack the south gate as the main attack. .”
After the Khitan King and the Hun King made the decision, they began to select the tribal warriors from the big tent to attack the city tomorrow. This time Tuo Ba Lie shrank at the end of the crowd again, and the Khitan boy named Hanhu When the clan leader saw this, he also learned to shrink to the back of the crowd.
At the same time, in order to complete the show, Zhou Yi sent people to hang white Ming banners on the city wall. The purpose was to let the Xiongnu and Khitan coalition forces put down their guard and attack in a large scale.
Lin Zhenyuan only felt that he had a very sufficient sleep. When he woke up, he found a very strong little boy in front of the window looking at him with his big black eyes.
After seeing Lin Zhenyuan wake up, the little boy quickly ran out of the house and went to his house next door and shouted: "Mother, mother, that general has woken up!"
The sturdy little boy who just ran out was Wang Erniu's nephew, Wang Shitou, the son of his late brother and Cuilan's sister-in-law.
Sister-in-law Cuilan heard her son say that Lin Zhenyuan had woken up, and quickly brought over a large bowl of mutton and steamed potatoes from the pot.
Lin Zhenyuan glanced at the gauze wrapped around the wound, clasped his fists and saluted: "Thank you sister-in-law for your help. I will repay you for your kindness and kindness one day."
Sister-in-law Cuilan said with a smile: "General Lin, you are awake. Mr. Zhou specially asked us to take good care of you. If you want to thank us, just thank us Mr. Zhou!"
"General Lin, you have slept all day and night. You must be very hungry and thirsty. Eat something quickly. Master Zhou also sent someone to deliver these muttons. I didn't deduct any of them!"
Lin Zhenyuan clasped his fists again and asked, "Sister-in-law, I wonder if you know where Mr. Zhou has placed my brothers in the Mighty Guard."
"Don't worry, General Lin. Mr. Zhou knows that you care about your soldiers, so he specially placed you all on this street and asked the neighbors to help take care of you. You are the first to wake up!"
Sister-in-law Cuilan hurriedly pulled Lin Zhenyuan to sit down at the table and said, "Oh, we can't talk any more. General Lin, please sit down quickly. If you don't eat it, the mutton will get cold again."
Without thinking, Lin Zhenyuan took out a large piece of mutton from the bowl and handed it to Wang Shitou beside him.
But Wang Shitou did not accept it. Instead, he shook his head and ran to the other side of the table to sit down, still staring at Lin Zhenyuan with his big dark eyes.
"General Lin, this mutton is specially brought for you by Mr. Zhou. You don't need to give us stones. He eats well at school, otherwise he wouldn't have grown so strong!"
After Cuilan's sister-in-law said this, Lin Zhenyuan just realized that this was the first time he had seen such a strong little baby in the Northland. In the past, all he had seen were skinny little ones that looked like they could be blown away by a gust of wind.
After much urging from sister-in-law Cuilan, Lin Zhenyuan reluctantly started to eat "alone".
"General Lin, eat slowly, I'm going to cook for the soldiers!"
"Shitou, you stay here and take care of General Lin. If anything happens, just come over and tell me!"
Shitou nodded heavily and agreed happily.
After Cuilan's sister-in-law left, Lin Zhenyuan once again handed a large piece of mutton to Shi Shi who was looking at him across the way.
Although the greedy little stone swallowed his saliva, he still shook his head and did not take the big piece of mutton.
Lin Zhenyuan said with a smile: "Don't worry, little guy, I gave it to you voluntarily. Your mother can't blame you!"
Xiao Shitou still shook his head, but pointed to the smallest piece of mutton in the bowl.
This move made Lin Zhenyuan burst into laughter, and he directly pushed the large bowl of mutton in front of the little stone and let him take it by himself.
Little Stone was not polite, he took the smallest piece in the bowl and gnawed it with relish.
But after eating this piece, even if Lin Zhenyuan asked him to eat a few more pieces, Xiao Shitou wouldn't eat it anyway.
Helpless, Lin Zhenyuan had no choice but to enjoy a bite of mutton and a bite of potatoes by himself.
At this time, Wang Shitou, who was sitting opposite Lin Zhenyuan, suddenly opened his mouth and asked in his immature childish voice: "General Lin, are you also a soldier of the Weiwei Guard?"
Lin Zhenyuan suddenly felt a little lonely when he heard the words Mighty Guard.
Founded by his father, the Mighty Guard, which once shocked the Northland for a time, now only has himself and a dozen brothers left.
After all, this mighty guard has ceased to exist in name only.
At this time, Xiao Shitou said again: "Our teacher told us about the spirit of the Mighty Guard in the school!"
"The spirit of the mighty guard?"
Lin Zhenyuan was inspired by this word and quickly asked Xiao Shitou: "You said that your teacher once taught the spirit of Weiwei? Then what is the spirit of Weiwei?"
Xiao Shitou replied: "Old General Lin led thousands of Weiwei guards to conquer the Wuwei Pass without fear of bloodshed and sacrifice. They were not afraid of life or death. This is the spirit of the Wuwei Guards and the spirit of winning the pass!"
Lin Zhenyuan burst into tears when he heard Xiao Shitou's childish yet firm answer.
He didn't expect that three years later, there would still be people in Pingliang County who remembered his father's heroic victory. More importantly, people in Pingliang County would summarize it into a spirit and spread it everywhere.
"That's right! The Mighty Guard is not dead. As long as the spirit of the Mighty Guard is there, the Mighty Guard will not be dead!" Lin Zhenyuan thought so firmly.
