Wei Qing stood on the city wall and fought bravely to kill the enemy. Even though he had dozens of wounds on his body, he did not fall down or rest.
Obviously, he had long realized that under the threat of death, many soldiers and people in Houtu County already regarded him as a symbol of the courage of the entire Houtu County.
It is precisely because of this that even if the wounds on his body have begun to become inflamed and his hands and feet have become weak, he must remain calm.
Even the apparent calmness is like a paper tiger.
At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind, that is, he must hold on and never let a single soldier of the Huns cavalry enter the city.
Didn't I come to Bianqiang this time just to make great achievements and protect the countless people in the Han Dynasty?
He cannot fall down, even if he dies, he must die standing.
the other side.
Wei Qing's performance in the past few days has attracted the attention of the Huns.
"..."
A cold light flashed in the eyes of Huxubu Mark, who was on the right side. He took the thirty-stone strong bow from the hands of a nearby centurion officer.
With a strong bow in hand, Submac bent his horse half-kneed, bent the bow and set the arrow, all in one go.
There was only a whooshing sound, the bow string trembled, and the arrow flew over a hundred meters like a shooting star, disappearing from Wei Qing's chest in a flash.
Wei Qing's body shook a few times, and he turned over without even making a sound.
On the wall of Houtu County City, the defenders who were originally high in morale and prepared to fight for the survival of the county city immediately panicked when they saw this.
The battlefield that was originally full of people was stagnant for a moment.
However, the next second, they saw that Wei Qing, who had been hit by an arrow and fell to the ground, actually stood up again, his figure still as straight as a pine tree.
"The captain is mighty!"
Here in Houtu County, there was a sudden silence, and then, whoever took the lead, cheers resounded throughout the world.
The originally very tired soldiers on the city wall, stimulated by this miracle of "resurrection from the dead", all had their faces flushed with joy, their morale was high, and their fighting spirit was rising.
Wei Qing, who endured the severe pain, pulled out the armor-piercing arrow and inserted the flesh-and-blood arrow, glanced contemptuously at Hu Xubu Mark, who was on the right side of the city.
After seeing this scene, the right leader Huxubak, who was riding on horseback, was so angry that he broke the hard bow in his hand on the spot.
He has experienced battles for a long time and knows that after such an incident, Houtu County will become more difficult to defeat.
The siege and defense of the city were fought from night to day, and from day to night.
"woo woo woo woo--"
The sky is blue, and the December sunshine in winter has almost no temperature.
The strong cold wind took away the last trace of warmth.
The desolate and tragic horn sound was exciting in the wind.
The two fighting sides on the city wall seemed to symbolize the deepening grievances between the farming people and the nomadic people for thousands of years.
The smell of blood spreads in the air, and the cruel war is a monster that devours human flesh and life.
After another bloody day of fighting, Wei Qing held the last general military meeting on the city wall.
Looking at the generals in front of him, he suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of sadness in his heart.
Slashing with swords and axes, fighting back and forth made Wei Qing gradually grow up, and also made his heart become confused.
In this cruel war, how many people can survive to the end?
Will I be able to see them again in the future?
Maybe I will die in the end, maybe!
Looking at his blood-stained comrades, Wei Qing ended his speech with perhaps the gentlest tone in his life.
"Please take this very seriously. I hope we can see each other again in the future."
"When the time comes, I, Wei Qing, will definitely buy good wine and have a good drink with you."
The Han soldiers on the city wall couldn't help but raise their heads when they heard these words.
They were surprised to find that the captain, who was almost like a god in their eyes, seemed to have tears in his eyes.
Nothing needs to be said.
For the soldiers who live on the edge of the knife, they understand the current situation very well.
After the training, they walked to their respective locations.
For many of them, that's where their lives end.
However, for the sake of their family and country, they have no regrets.
For a nation, the so-called heroes are not necessarily heroes who can leave their names in history.
A hero does not have to save the world to be called a hero.
In other words, there are never heroes who fall from the sky, only ordinary people who stand up when disaster strikes.
I don’t know when, a song of Hanxiang spread all over the city wall.
The country songs, thick and long, full of country flavor, are like heavy rain falling from the sky in an instant.
It's like a rumbling thunder rolling through people's hearts.
Every tone and note hits everyone's heart hard.
In this battlefield where there is today and no tomorrow, this song can be said to steal the soul.
In this tearful song, one can hear the vicissitudes of the Han people over the past hundred years.
The so-called real generals and soldiers are not the cold-as-iron superior-subordinate relationship in chess.
The real good general in the hearts of the soldiers is a partner who can trust life and death on the battlefield.
No one had ever taught Wei Qing how to be a good general in the future and how to lead his soldiers.
For Wei Qing at this time, leading his soldiers to survive and defend this county is the only goal at the moment.
The military manual is rigid, and the experience of our ancestors is not up to date.
To achieve the final victory in this cruel war, he can only rely on himself.
From war, learning war, and gaining experience from cruelty, Wei Qing grew up again.
A new day has begun.
The fighting became more and more intense. The soldiers on the city wall continued to throw the big rocks and wood they had prepared at the soldiers below the city tower.
The Huns' cavalry had high attack and low defense. They obviously had no resistance to the big guys falling from the sky, and suffered heavy casualties for a while.
This situation lasted for four days. The corpses of Huns and war horses piled up in front of the gate of Houtu County, but they were unable to move forward.
Only then did Submark realize that the problem was not as simple as he first imagined.
He strictly ordered that if the Houtu County cannot be captured, all officers will be subject to military law!
On the fifth day, the most violent attack by the Huns army on Houtu County began.
Under the threat of being killed if they retreated, the Hun cavalry launched another attack towards the gate of Houtu County.
This brutal battle lasted from morning to night, and neither side seemed willing to rest.
