Haitian City.

In the evening, the fire clouds in the west dyed half of the sky red.

Another day of siege came to an end.

On the city, the flag with the word "Wei" fluttered in the wind and made a hunting sound. Wei Ru, wearing a light war jacket, stood at the top of the city holding a steel knife on his waist, his face slightly pale.

After she was injured in the first battle, she started to have a fever. After the battle, she stayed in the gate tower and did not move.

However, the morale of the soldiers and civilians in Haitian City was not affected by her absence. They encouraged each other to rise up and fight against the thieves.

"Chunyuan. Even if you are beaten to death, you can't even hope to break through my Haitian City with four elite soldiers of ten thousand households." Wei Ru looked at the seemingly endless Mengyuan camp in front of him and sneered softly.

Immediately, Wei Ru called his soldiers to inspect the city wall. The corpses and wounded soldiers on the top of the city had been transported down.

But the blood stains remained. The fresh blood, intertwined with the blackened blood stains, looked very dazzling and exuded a pungent smell.

The civilians are collecting arrows and weapons scattered on the ground.

The soldiers who were not injured were standing guard and patrolling. After seeing the guard, they all lowered their heads to show respect.

"Lord Captain."

"Miss Wei."

There is no wavering in this city, which is enough to give any famous general a headache.

outside the city.

At the gate of the Meng Yuan military camp, Chunyuan was wearing a war jacket, standing under a banner, staring at the city in front of him for a long, long time.

"Your Majesty, dinner is ready." A soldier came up and carefully bent down and said.

"Hey." Chunyuan retracted his gaze and let out a sigh. No matter how he attacked, no matter how brave the Meng Yuan soldiers were, this city seemed to be like a mountain, unassailable.

I am afraid that even if he kills all the elite soldiers of four thousand households, he will not be able to shake the city. And if he kills all the soldiers of four thousand households, what will he use to defend Huanglong Mansion?

He has also read Sun Tzu's Art of War.

Attacking the city is the next step.

Only as a last resort will the general lead his troops to attack the city.

He had the intention to retreat.

"Yes." Chun Yuan hummed, turned around, and surrounded by his own soldiers, walked out of the camp gate and returned to the Chinese army's tent.

Along the way, he saw many Mongolian and Yuan soldiers. Not only were they dejected, but their morale was also low.

Combat.

One surge of energy will make you weak, and the next three will be exhausted.

As time went by, morale would become lower and lower. He listened carefully to the pain-filled sounds of the wounded soldiers in the surrounding tents.

These sounds follow you everywhere and will further affect the morale of the soldiers.

As he watched and listened to the situation in the camp, Chunyuan's idea of ​​withdrawing his troops became stronger.

He quickly returned to his central army tent and had a rather sumptuous dinner. After pondering for a long time, he sighed, called a soldier in, and ordered: "Send the order to all armies.

Make preparations tonight and go back to Anding County tomorrow."

"Yes." The soldier responded respectfully, turned around and went down.

"What should I do next?" Chunyuan shook his head, stood up and walked to the inner tent, took out a topographic map, sat on the bed and looked at it.

Of the seven cities in Huanglong Mansion, one is already Wu Nian's nail.

He also controlled six cities and had six soldiers with ten thousand households under his command. The organization was barely complete. There were also veterans of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty to supplement the city defense.

"There is no problem with the defense of Huanglong Mansion. The key is Guangyang Mansion." Chunyuan moved his gaze from Huanglong Mansion to Guangyang Mansion, with a look of worry in his eyes.

The place is steep and steep, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack.

But their power was too weak. They only had 30,000 households, but they had to control seven cities. Most of the people in these cities were Han Chinese.

People and people were not on their side. Once Wu Nian concentrated his efforts to attack Guangyang Mansion, it would not be so easy to defend. At this moment, Chunyuan heard a sound of footsteps.

"Your Majesty, there is news from Anding County. Wu Nian has defeated Wang Zhongbi. The light army has penetrated deep into Huanglong Mansion, regardless of the counties along the way, and went straight to Anding County. The Governor sent someone to ask for help." The soldiers reported in the outer account.

Chunyuan frowned deeply and let out a soft sigh.

Wang Zhongbi, Adou who cannot be helped.

"I understand." Chunyuan waved his hand and said.

Anyway, he has decided to withdraw his troops, so this news doesn't mean much.

"yes."

The soldier responded, turned and left.

Chunyuan didn't think much about it. After washing up, he went to bed. Early the next morning, he ordered to break camp, leave Haitian City, and go back to Anding County.

On the south wall of the city.

Wearing a battle coat, Wei Ru, together with many soldiers and militiamen, watched the Meng Yuan people leave here. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, revealing a satisfied smile.

Just like the general said, fighting nations are nothing more than this.

"Athletes, cheer. You have done this. You have defeated the four thousand warriors of the Mongolian people." Wei Ru took a deep breath and said loudly.

“OOOOOOOOOO!!!”

Soldiers and militiamen were silent for a moment, then raised their weapons and cheered loudly. It was really not easy.

In just a few days, they lost many comrades. But everything was worth it.

General Fu Han attacked Huanglong Mansion, and Miss Wei returned to Haitian City. We also saw with our own eyes that the Meng Yuan people were not invincible.

This is the credit of all of us.

Everything is worth it.

The sound of cheering spread throughout the city. Soon, all men, women, and children in Haitian City knew the news.

As if it were a festival, they took to the streets together to celebrate this event.

It's really, really great.

The general is mighty.

The captain is mighty.

The Yanhan Dynasty was mighty.

In front of the city gate tower. Listening to the warm cheers, Wei Ru smiled even more on her face. But she soon felt a discomfort and her mind became dizzy. Her face turned pale, her knees went weak, and then her whole body collapsed.

He fell to the left and closed his eyes involuntarily.

"Lord Captain."

"Miss Wei, what's wrong with you?"

"Lord Captain."

Before Wei Ru lost consciousness, he heard panicked sounds.

"It is inevitable for a general to die in battle. I have bled too much over the years, so have my vitality been damaged?" Wei Ru thought to himself.

"But fortunately, it was after Chunyuan retreated that I became ill. It would have been terrible if he had not retreated and I had fainted."

Wei Ru was not afraid, but thought happily, and then fell into a drowsy sleep.

............

"Ta-ta-ta!!!!"

The Wanhu soldiers led by Chunyuan quickly headed towards Anding County. Although they failed to capture Haitian City, their formation was still relatively complete.

Without having to fight against such a tough opponent as Haitian City, the morale of the soldiers has improved visibly.

The army was in good order and fought with mighty force.

Under the banner with the word "gold", Chunyuan sat astride a horse, wearing a light battle jacket, and moved forward with the large group of people.

Suddenly, a fast horse appeared in front, coming in the opposite direction. Then it was stopped by his own soldiers. Chunyuan looked up and saw that the soldiers turned back, and with a strange look on his face, he bent down and reported: "Your Majesty, Cheng Lian.
Chapter completed!