One day later, this question popped up in everyone's mind again.
At this time, they had left their warm home, and the smell of yesterday's alcohol had long dissipated. Standing at the highest point of the fortress, Xu Maoxiu looked at the densely packed enemies below.
The colorful banners with strange calligraphy written on them are familiar to soldiers and generals on the border.
They were elite soldiers commanded by the uncle of the Western Thief King.
"So this is the battle of that old guy." Xu Bangchui spat at the side. His face that was already mixed with blood and soil looked very funny. He grinned, "We finally have a chance to see it."
Yes, I have a chance to see it.
In the past, such elite soldiers would never have been encountered by the fortress soldiers like them.
Xu Maoxiu's face was gloomy. He looked at the enemy troops in front of him silently without speaking, counting the number of people in his mind.
It was as dense and vast as the sea, and it seemed that countless people and horses were everywhere. In addition to the waiting generals, there were also the illustrious cavalry of the Western thieves galloping back and forth. The sound of hooves was rolling like thunder, and it seemed that it would pour down in the next moment.
Count even if you can’t count.
Xu Maoxiu forced himself to finish counting.
"How much?" Fan Jianglin asked.
"Six thousand." Xu Maoxiu said.
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the people around him changed drastically.
"Zhi Niang thief! The one named Zhao told us to outflank the West thief from behind and catch the West thief off guard. Who the hell caught whom off guard! Where did this news come from? How come the main force of the West thief is here!"
The general cursed from behind, pacing back and forth, repeating this sentence, "What's wrong with him! Did he deliberately trick me! Why did the main force of the Western thieves appear here!"
"Sir." Xu Maoxiu stepped forward and shouted, "Now is not the time to talk about this. Now it is up to you to decide what to do."
The general stopped and looked at the fort behind him. In addition to the few hundred soldiers he had brought, there were less than a thousand soldiers in the fort. Adding in the two hundred civilians in the fort, the number was almost 2,000.
Thinking about the number of enemies he had just acquired, his face became increasingly ugly.
"Has the beacon lighted?" he asked.
The person behind him responded.
"Then, let's withdraw," the general said.
"Sir, if we withdraw now, the people behind us may not be ready in time," Xu Maoxiu said.
This is the most dangerous place to enter Longgu City. After passing here, you can drive straight in. Thinking about the teams who have been ordered to prepare for the battle in the other direction, they will undoubtedly expose their backs to the enemy.
The general naturally understood this terrible result, but he also understood the terrible consequences he would face if he stayed behind.
"That was also a catastrophe caused by Zhao Cheng's misjudgment." He gritted his teeth and said, anyway, the biggest fault would definitely not fall on him.
Xu Maoxiu hesitated.
"Sir, we might as well resist for a moment longer. The messenger has been sent back and the beacon has been lit. I think an hour is enough to prepare for General Zhao and the others." He said, taking a few steps forward and pointing outside the castle.
"And if we retreat to the fort now and fight within the city, we have half a chance of winning."
Well, unlike those Western thieves who were running wild on horseback, the Northwest soldiers were best at urban warfare.
This is a challenge, but also an opportunity, an opportunity to make great achievements, just like Mr. Zhu who guards Longgu City...
The general's eyes flashed brightly,
"Yes, Mr. Zhu was able to defend Longgu City with more than 2,000 people that year, why couldn't we defend the city!" He said loudly, "What's more, we only defended the city for an hour. Although there were few people, we still had to defend the city.
Let the Western thieves know that we Han men cannot break into the military formation and the castle cannot be attacked!"
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"My lord, my lord!"
Liu Kui, who was in the north of Longgu City, was wandering around like a trapped animal, and finally saw a general who rushed towards him.
"Can we send reinforcements?"
The general looked at him with an angry look on his face.
"Send some reinforcements! Why don't you rush back to defend the city!" he shouted.
"My lord, who is going to ban them..." Liu Kui said anxiously.
"Them? They've all lit the beacon fire, and they don't know how to run away yet." the general shouted, throwing aside his sleeves and walking away.
Liu Kui looked at his back with an anxious expression.
"I will watch them, I will watch them, I won't let them run away!" He murmured, gritted his teeth and ran outside.
"I don't think they will."
At this time, in the camp, Liu Lang stood up and said.
Everyone in the room looked over.
A general on the opposite side winked at him.
"Rokuro, sit down." He whispered.
The leading general didn't feel annoyed and smiled.
"This is the younger son of your Zhou family, not bad." He nodded and smiled, "You tell me."
"I don't think Fang Shijin and the others will abandon the stronghold immediately." Zhou Lang said, taking a deep breath and pointing to the sand table in front of him, "The distance here cannot be prepared by sending a message through beacon fire.
The Western thieves know this, and Fang Shijin and the others must also know it, so they will definitely defend the city to delay us."
"But the messenger said that there are four thousand bandit soldiers in the West, but they are less than two thousand." A general said.
Saturday Lang straightened his chest.
"We Han family members are never afraid of numerous enemies," he said.
Not to mention those men who are bent on earning fame. This is a great opportunity, an opportunity for you to make a name for yourself. Don’t let these guys let it go! Don’t let it go! You have to hold on!
Liu Lang clenched his hanging hands tightly.
The bows and arrows were drawn, and arrows were falling like rain. The six people at the front almost kept moving and moved quickly. The powerful rain of arrows penetrated the shield under the castle, causing a scream.
"The archery skills of the brothers from Maoyuan Mountain are indeed amazing..." Fang Shijin said while standing on the city gate. It seemed that he might be able to hold up for an hour.
Before he could finish his words, a sharp arrow came from the city and hit him directly in the face.
The follower beside him immediately raised his hand and brandished his sword. Fang Shijin also turned his back and took a step back. The arrow hit the ground and knocked down his legs and feet, causing a burst of pain.
Good archery!
He is truly worthy of being an elite soldier of the West Thieves Throne.
Fang Shijin looked at the Xithief cavalry who were galloping on horseback with cheers and screams under the city gate, and his face turned even paler. Then he looked at the densely packed enemy troops in the distance, and sweat broke out in his palms.
Maybe, an hour is too long...
Because of the fierce rain of arrows, the siege troops under the castle retreated like a tide.
Xu Bangchui laughed.
"Grandsons, let me show you how powerful grandpa is." He looked at the corpse under the city gate with some jealousy. "It's a pity that I can't take it away later. How much credit does this deserve?"
"Bangchui, don't worry, there are plenty of Western thieves' heads for you to cut off." A brother said with a smile.
Before he finished speaking, there was another burst of beating drums from the city, which indicated that a new round of siege had begun.
If you can't even attack such a small city, how dare you call yourself an elite soldier? The other party obviously thought the same and came with a more fierce attack.
There was a hail of arrows, and the people on the castle were unable to raise their heads.
"...How much longer?" Fan Jianglin shouted loudly.
"Almost!" Xu Maoxiu shouted, "There's still half an hour."
There's still half an hour...
"Why does this hour take so long today..." someone said.
Even so, they took advantage of the pause in the attack under the city and raised their bows and arrows to fight back.
"Are there any more arrows? Give me arrows!" Xu Maoxiu shouted loudly.
No one answered him, and when he turned around, he saw that there were not many people at the city gate.
Fang Shijin, who was originally standing in the main seat, disappeared.
His expression was stunned.
"Master Fang ran away!" Others turned around and saw it and shouted loudly.
This sound caused chaos at the city gate.
The two soldiers turned around and ran away, but were hit by flying stones, causing their brains to burst.
"Damn, you're such a weakling!" Xu Bangchui shouted.
"Everyone, don't mess up. You can't outrun the thieves' horseshoes if you run now!" Xu Maoxiu shouted to stop the chaotic soldiers, "We still need to delay."
"Xu Ganyong, why are you delaying? We don't have enough people at all!" Others shouted.
Xu Maoxiu looked at the surge below the city, and at the arrows and stones that kept flying.
"We burn the city!" he said.
The warehouse was kicked open indiscriminately, and broken baskets of dust were thrown at it. Fan Jianglin raised his hand to block the two blasts.
"Is there any oil in this?" he shouted.
Xu Maoxiu rushed in and started rummaging, and the other three people followed him in, scolding Shi Fang while rummaging around.
Because Fang Shijin escaped early, all the soldiers and civilians in the fortress followed him, making it very inconvenient for them to find things.
"Quick, quick, move out anything that can ignite. There is no time. There is no time." Fan Jianglin urged.
Soon oil tanks were placed at the city gate, and surrounding houses were also sprayed with water on the streets.
"Let's go, let's go." Fan Jianglin shouted when he saw that it was almost done.
The few people who could not wait at the city gate rushed down. Among them, three or four people could not escape the attack of arrows and stones, and died on the city gate ladder.
The Western thieves have already begun to knock on the door, hitting everyone's heart one after another.
"Light the fire, light the fire." Fan Jianglin shouted, throwing down the torch, the flames rose, and he saw Xu Maoxiu rushing towards the city wall.
"Lao San, what are you doing!" he shouted.
"No, it's not enough for an hour. I have to work hard for a while longer. I can't waste my efforts and fall short!" Xu Maoxiu shouted, while talking, he climbed up the city wall and moved away the scattered crossbows.
Fan Jianglin cheered and followed up. Xu Bangchui and others, who had already followed the others on horseback, looked back and followed without hesitation.
Fully ten heavy crossbows were placed on the city wall.
"Go to hell you bitches!" Xu Bangchui shouted, loosening his bowstring.
At the same time, Xu Maoxiu and others also loosened their bow strings, and shot out a shower of arrows with a loud buzzing sound.
There was a wailing sound under the city gate, and the movement of hitting the door came to a standstill.
"Go, go." Fan Jianglin shouted.
As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Maoxiu, who was standing beside him, reached out and grabbed him and pushed him.
"What's wrong?" Fan Jianglin fell to the ground and shouted loudly. He looked up and saw Xu Maoxiu looking at him, his eyes widening as if in disbelief.
What's wrong? What happened?
"Third brother!"
A heartbreaking sound sounded, and the brothers around him rushed over.
Xu Maoxiu felt that everything around him had slowed down. He looked down at the arrow on his chest, an arrow with flesh and blood. The arrows of the West Thieves were always vicious and twisted the flesh.
He was injured by this arrow last time, so he developed a malignant sore on the way to escape.
Last time...this time it's still...
Xu Maoxiu couldn't help but smile.
It's a disease, not life, so why can't it be cured?
So this is fate.
If you don't have this kind of fame and career in your life, you just don't have it, no matter how hard you try, you won't.
Being able to die on the battlefield, dying like this, is enough.
"Tell her not to feel bad."
Xu Maoxiu looked at the increasingly blurred faces of his brothers, murmured, and fell down the city wall.
