After noon, the Northern Hebei Army came back and attacked the city again.
Ning Chi and Jiang Zhu led people to the tower again and personally followed the soldiers to resist the menacing Jibei Army.
Ning Ze was so tired that he had no strength left, but he gritted his teeth, drew out his long knife, and climbed up the tower.
Ning Chi caught a glimpse of his white face and shouted, "Go down."
Ning Ze didn't speak, shaking his legs, but holding the knife resolutely, standing not far behind Ning Chi and Jiang Zhu, always ready to draw the knife to kill any fish that slipped through the loophole.
Not to mention, no matter how useful they were, soldiers from Northern Hebei would always jump onto the tower. When Ning Chi and Jiang Zhuteng couldn't take action, he successfully attacked them in a sneak attack and chopped them down with a knife.
He is a waste, but he doesn't seem to be that wasteful. At critical moments, he can still unleash his potential.
But after all, he was not very good at martial arts. He was chopped with a knife. He suddenly stopped holding the knife in his hand and was about to be beheaded. It was Ning Chi who pulled him over, killed him, and saved him.
Life.
Ning Ze covered his arms and was about to cry, but he didn't have time to drop the cat urine. He gritted his teeth and picked up the knife, and continued to carry it with Ning Chi and Jiang Zhu.
There were many soldiers in northern Hebei, and they came one after another. The soldiers on the Nanping city tower were also seriously injured. The injured wave went to rest when they were tired, and another wave came to catch up. Everyone in the Eighteen Village brothers was a little fierce.
The weapon style plays the greatest role.
But the number was too small after all, so the middle-aged people in the city came forward with swords on their backs.
They fought for half the night until nightfall, and the city gate was hit countless times, but they still withstood the second round of siege.
Zhang Cheng's face turned green with anger, and he asked the deputy general: "There are 30,000 Nanping troops in the city, right?"
"There are people from the Eighteen Villages."
Zhang Cheng also saw it, "It should be more than that."
Zhang Yundao said: "There are young and middle-aged people in the city."
He was also surprised. He did not expect that the young and middle-aged people in the city would be mobilized and join the soldiers to defend Nanping City.
He narrowed his eyes, "They won't last long."
"But the soldiers are tired." Zhang Cheng said.
"Then withdraw the troops and fight again in the middle of the night." Zhang Yundao said: "I don't believe Nanping City can last another day."
Zhang Cheng ordered, "Call the gold and withdraw the troops."
With an order, the Northern Hebei Army retreated their troops, stopped their attack, and the war ceased.
Ning Chi has become a bloody man, and Jiang Zhu is not much better. He injured his arm. He was saved twice by his elder brother Ning Chi and once by Jiang Zhu. But he is not useless either. He killed dozens of people.
A Jibei Army.
But he was not happy and finally cried, "Brother, thank you for saving me."
He thought that his big brother didn't care about his miserable life. If he died, he would die. It would save him trouble if he died.
Ning Chi didn't look at him, "No need."
If he didn't save him, he would be worried about his conscience. After all, he was a brother, right?
Ning Ze thanked Jiang Zhu again, "Brother Jiang, thank you."
Jiang Zhu smiled freely, "You're welcome."
Ning Ze was sobbing and crying, and said: "I killed forty-three big soldiers, which should have been a happy thing, but when I thought about it, they were our own soldiers in the Liang Dynasty.
I can’t be happy at all.”
Ningchi was silent.
Jiang Zhu was also silent.
All the wounded soldiers fell silent upon hearing this.
Yes, it is not the soldiers of Wei who are killing each other, but the soldiers of Liang who are killing each other. It is really evil.
Zhang Ping committed evil.
Ning Ze gritted his teeth, "Didn't Miss Seven say that the outside of the city has been poisoned? How come these bastards haven't been infected yet? Could it be that they don't drink the river water?"
"No, if they don't drink the river water, they will have no water to drink." Jiang Zhu shook his head and thought: "It should be that the river surface is too wide and too long. Even if poison is poisoned, it is hard to say how much poison is needed to be effective."
Ning Ze wiped away tears, "If we do it again, will we all be doomed?"
Jiang Zhu sighed, "Really?"
The offensive of the Northern Hebei Army was too fierce, and they were engaged in a round-robin battle. One wave was injured or died tragically, and the next wave was on top. In this way, 200,000 soldiers and horses took turns to attack, and in Nanping City, there were 30,000 soldiers and horses, and they suffered heavy losses even if they took turns.
One group of people attacked another group, and the soldiers in Nanping City attacked three groups and four groups. The contrast was fierce.
They thought it could last for two days, but looking at it now, they completely overestimated themselves.
According to the current situation, it will be the last round at most.
Ning Chi's steps faltered, but his voice was steady, "Let's fix it first!"
Back at the Nanping Hou Mansion, Mrs. Hou almost cried when she looked at the injured Ning Ze. However, compared to him, Ning Chi was the most seriously injured. He could barely walk and needed help. She finally held back her tears.
He quickly ordered the doctor, "Hurry and bandage the prince first."
Ning Chi glanced at Mrs. Hou. This was the first time that she had put aside her own son for him.
He didn't say anything and let the doctor bandage him. After bandaging him, he heard Mrs. Hou say: "Bandage Mr. Jiang again."
Jiang Zhu said thank you.
Ning Ze waited in line obediently without any dissatisfaction. He waited until both of them had finished bandaging before it was his turn. He heard that the two people didn't cry out about pain, and he was embarrassed to cry out in his heart, but the doctor tore him apart.
When his flesh and blood stuck together, he still screamed, "It hurts, it hurts."
Mrs. Hou became angry, stretched out her hand and tapped his forehead, "Come on."
Ning Ze whispered: "Mom, I am still very promising today. I killed dozens of people."
It was time for Mrs. Hou to touch her, "This is amazing, my son."
Ning Ze: "..."
After Mrs. Hou touched Ning Ze's head, she said to Ning Chi: "Your Majesty, women can also fight. If you really can't resist, I will take the women to the tower to resist."
Ning Chi paused for a moment and looked at Mrs. Hou.
Mrs. Hou gritted her teeth and said: "The destruction of the city means death. It is better to resist than to wait for death."
Ning Chi was silent for a moment and nodded, "If it is absolutely necessary, I will not stop Madam."
Mrs. Hou nodded.
The stepmother and stepson have been estranged for many years, and they don't care about appearances. When they meet and sit together to chat, they are mostly pretentious and submissive. This is the first time. Although the conversation is brief, it is not hypocritical.
Ning Ze whispered: "What if the poison administered by Miss Seven takes effect at night?"
Ning Chi also looked forward to it, "I can only pray."
No one wants to die. They are all still young and have great ambitions. They don't want to die before their ambitions are fulfilled, but no matter how much they don't want to, at the end of the desperate struggle, they just resign themselves to fate.
The only thing is that no one thought of surrendering to the Northern Hebei Army.
Ning Ze suddenly slapped his forehead, "Hey, how could I forget that Zhang Mao should be released and follow us to kill the enemy together."
Mrs. Hou poked him in the forehead, "Are you stupid, kid? And Zhang Mao, he is Zhang Ping's son, will he follow you to kill the Northern Hebei Army?"
