At this moment, Wu Nian was like a fierce ghost, possessing a breathtaking aura.

The house slave seemed to be frozen by a spell and remained motionless. After a while, his knees softened and he sat on the ground, breathing heavily and sweating like rain.

Wu Nian no longer looked at this person.

This is a bloody battle of life and death.

If you want to win, you can't be afraid of death.

He may die. But he believes that Beishan Fort will win.

He has already decided on the order of lieutenants. Li Yong and Zhang Jin will be arranged.

Wu Nian strode to the door, opened the door, and walked out of the city gate tower. When Wu Nian stood up, his eyes lit up.

His eyes also lit up.

One general is brave, and the three armies are strong.

His efforts were not without value. The elite soldiers and militiamen quickly calmed down. The militiamen and elite soldiers cooperated with each other, blocking the Mongolian soldiers with spears and killing each other with steel knives.

Although it's still bad, at least it's blocked. It's no longer one-sided.

His soldiers grew rapidly on the battlefield.

Wu Nian took back his steps and did not go forward. Now he needed to recharge his batteries and prepare for tomorrow's hard work.

It's just that he was a little worried about the situation in the east and west of the city. He couldn't help turning his head and looked around, thinking, "Brother, Tieniu, you have to hold on."

Just hold on for today, and tomorrow we will fight to the death with the Meng Yuan people.

The battles in the east and west of the city were also fierce, but they were more than one level worse than those in the north.

Li Dazui in the north of the city had a death squad under his command. Not to mention other things, the number of people was more than 300. Zhang Chongshui and Zhang Guang in the east and west of the city did not have a death squad.

In the entire terrain of Beishan Fort, only the north, east, and west sides can deploy troops to attack the city. Liu Wu at the south gate only brought a small team of elite soldiers and more than a hundred militiamen to guard against the Mongolian people's sudden, small-scale attack.

attack.

Zhang Jin defended the east of the city, and Tieniu guarded the west.

East of the city.

Zhang Jin was wearing heavy armor, leaning on a steel knife and looking forward, with several broken arrows stuck in his body.

Speaking of not being afraid of death, he is no worse than Wu Nian.

Because Zhang Chongshui had fewer troops and no death squads, his defense was much easier than that of Wu Nian. After blocking the first few waves of offensives, his elite soldiers and militia gradually learned the skills of fighting against the Mongolians and Yuan people.

of sound and color.

"Although it is cruel, as long as my soldiers fight a few more games, the weak will be eliminated, and the strong will survive. My soldiers will soon become elite."

Zhang Jin turned his head and watched every move on the battlefield, thinking to himself.

"Kill!!!!" At this moment, Zhang Jin saw two Mongolian and Yuan warriors rushing up from a place. They cooperated with each other and killed some elite soldiers and militiamen. He roared and rushed forward with large strides.

passed.

"Shoot him." The archers on the well truck immediately opened fire and shot arrows at Zhang Jin. One of the arrows pierced Zhang Jin's neck. Zhang Jin was shocked by his bravery.

He was covered in cold sweat, but he did not stop. In the blink of an eye, he came in front of the two Mongolian soldiers, and with a flash of his sword, he dispatched them.

There were also a few more arrows on his armor.

"Cover General." The Beishan Fort archers on the city were not vegetarians, and there were many of them. They quickly greeted them and fired arrows at the Meng Yuan archers on the well car.

It's just that the Mongolian archers were protected by armor, so their casualties were very small.

Zhang Jin quickly returned to a safe position, holding the knife in front of him again to observe the situation. A look of worry appeared on his face, and he thought to himself: "It seems there is no problem today, but what about tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow?"

"I'm afraid that even if all the flesh-and-blood men of Beishan Fort are captured, they won't be able to hold it for four days."

His judgment was similar to that of Wu Nian: a long battle will lead to defeat.

What should we do? Should we abandon Beishan Fort and break out of the siege?

What about the old and the weak? What about the women and children? Are they going to be ravaged by the Mongolians?

Or after all the men are dead, arm the strong women and really shed all the blood?

Zhang Jin stood in front of the city gate tower, facing the cold wind and began to think wildly, and gradually his body became cold.

This is truly a desperate situation.

The Meng Yuan warriors are really too strong.

Those who resisted and fought desperately were not only Wu Nian, Zhang Jin, Tieniu, but also Li Yong, Wang Ruyan, and the peasant women.

The kitchens of every house never stopped, some were boiling ginger tea, some were boiling water. Thick smoke was floating in the chimneys of every house.

Fortunately, Beishan Fort was well prepared and had a large deep well in the city, so it could withstand such consumption.

One by one, the peasant women risked their lives to drag down the militiamen, their husbands, and sons from the city wall, and returned to the military building.

Wang Ruyan led a team of peasant women who were able to perform surgical operations, and their feet never touched the ground.

"Quick, go get the wine."

"Quick, catgut."

Wang Ruyan reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead, sighed, gave a militiaman who was about to die a sip of wine, and then walked away.

This is the final farewell.

Hopeless.

She is a very strong woman, but looking at the soldiers who are dying, and the soldiers who are not dead but are screaming in agony, she is also very panicked.

"Damn Mengyuan people." She gritted her teeth in her heart.

Although she was also a Liaodong woman, she had been raised in a brothel since she was a child. She had never seen the brutality of the Meng Yuan soldiers, let alone experienced such a bloody battle.

The anger towards the Mongolian people increased at this moment.

"Woooooo. My boss. My boss. Don't close your eyes. Mrs. Wang, Mrs. Wang, look at my boss."

A peasant woman hugged her husband and cried, raising her head and pleading to Wang Ruyan.

Wang Ruyan shuddered, quickly put down the distracting thoughts in his heart, and ran over, but his feet gave out and he fell to the ground, falling to pieces. There were blood marks on the palms of his two snow-white palms, but

She didn't cry, she got up and ran towards the wounded soldier.

At this moment, Liu Xiang walked in from outside the door. After looking at it carefully, she called to Wang Ruyan: "Sister Wang, I'm here to help."

She put on the old clothes she had worn before, and tied her hair into a ponytail, looking fresh and smart. She held a wooden basin on her waist, filled with hot water.

Mrs. Wu followed behind her, also holding a large wooden basin.

"And me." Zhang Zhen poked his head out from behind, holding many bandages in his arms.

Wang Ruyan looked back, with a slight smile on his face. He called Liu Xiang and said, "Sister, come here quickly and help me hold him down."

Liu Xiang quickly put down the wooden basin in her hand and ran over to help.

Disaster in the family.

The men are the warriors and the women are the assistants.

Up and down Beishan Fort, no matter whether they are full of fighting spirit or timid, whether active or passive, they have all boarded this chariot.

Or the city will be destroyed and everyone will die.
Chapter completed!