The battlefield Wang Dazhao was on was only one-third of the entire battlefield.
Nancheng, Dongcheng, and Beicheng faced high-intensity attacks from the Liao army at the same time. Among them, Dongcheng faced the greatest pressure, so Wu Bishan personally came to Dongcheng to garrison.
The situation here is much more severe than that in Nancheng.
After repelling the Liao army that attacked the city wall for the sixth time, Wu Bishan, who went into battle personally, held a knife in his hand and sat directly on the ground, breathing heavily.
Sweat mixed with blood slid from his cheeks to his chin, and then dripped from his chin into the armor.
The wounds in the armor, which had already been soaked through, became even more painful due to the sweat, but Wu Bishan seemed not to notice.
After taking a breath, he took advantage of the Liao army to rest and turned to look at the soldiers around him. He saw that although most of his boys were wounded and tired, they were still carrying supplies in an orderly manner through clenched teeth.
As well as carrying his seriously wounded comrades who had lost their fighting ability for treatment, I finally felt a little more at ease.
Fortunately, although the battle situation is extremely difficult, morale is still there.
"General!"
A shout transferred Wu Banshan's attraction to the logistics officer who spoke.
Wu Banshan frowned.
Now that he sees the people in the logistics department, he feels dizzy.
Without him, when these people appeared in front of him, they were definitely bringing bad news, there was no other possibility.
Sure enough, the officer said: "General, our supplies are almost exhausted, especially rolling stones and logs. If we continue like this for another day or two at most, we will run out of ammunition and food."
"Three or four waves of people have already arrived from the south city, asking for material support. My subordinates really couldn't refuse, so they forced some people to come over, but the east city side will definitely be affected... General, what's going to happen next?
Use it sparingly."
Wu Banshan laughed angrily, pointed to the outside of the city wall and said: "Save some money? What's the use of telling me, the general? If you have the ability, go tell the Liao army and let them organize fewer sieges, so that you can save money."
Coming down."
The logistics officer had a sad face. Although he was full of grievances, he did not dare to contradict him. He could only lower his head and said bravely: "General, if the support from the imperial court does not come again, our supplies will really be insufficient."
Although Wu Bishan was angry, he also knew that the past half month had really made things difficult for these logistics officers.
Although there are a large amount of war preparation materials stored in Crescent Pass all year round, such as rolling stones, logs, tung oil, etc., they can usually be described as piled up like a mountain.
However, no matter how rich the family background was, they could not stop the Liao army's 600,000-strong attack day and night.
After half a month of high-intensity fighting, Wu Bishan himself couldn't even count how many times the Liao army came and how many people died.
He only knew that in the past half month, nearly 40,000 of the 200,000 soldiers in Crescent Pass had died, and another 20,000 were seriously injured. Such a loss of combat effectiveness was close to 40%.
As for supplies, they were in short supply a few days ago.
This is really not the fault of the logistics officers. After all, no one expected that the Liao army's attack would come so violently and suddenly.
"What do you say, Commander?" Wu Bishan stood up and asked.
Just as the logistics officer was about to speak, a messenger rushed over.
"General, the commander-in-chief sends an order for the general to go back immediately."
Wu Banshan frowned. The Liao army might continue to attack at any time. How could he leave at this juncture?
But the ordering soldier's next words made him excited.
