"Shizhong, Li Shizhong!" Xiao Shilian walked quickly forward on the city wall that was littered with stones, arrows and corpses.
Blood stained half of the city wall. A famous soldier leaned quietly on the battlements. Only a pair of eyes that were still moving told Xiao Shilian that these were still living people. And more soldiers had turned into cold corpses, all over the city wall.
There were many corpses of Northern Zhou people in every corner and next to the battlements. Their eyes were wide-eyed, obviously shocked that they were blocked by such a thin city wall and repelled by such a small number of enemies.
At the beginning, the defenders still had the strength to throw the enemy's corpses down, but later, there were so many corpses that they even exceeded the number of defenders on the city. How could they still throw them down?
"Li Shizhong, where the hell did you die!" Xiao Shilian's eyes were blurred. He didn't know what kind of fierce battles the city had experienced after he left, but he knew very well that this would definitely be a battle.
The fight between ghosts and gods shocked the world, and he knew better that Li Xingchen had fulfilled his heroic promise of "not teaching Hu Ma to cross the Yin Mountains".
This Zhang Mountain really became the "Yin Mountain" for Yuchi Jiong and the people of the Northern Zhou Dynasty.
But where is Li Xingchen now?
What Xiao Shilian regretted most at this moment was leaving Li Xinchen in Zhangshan County, even if he knew that he and Li Xinchen had no other choice at that time.
"What's your name... I'm blessed with great fortune, so I can't die." At this moment, a hoarse voice came from not far away.
Xiao Shilian turned around suddenly and saw Li Xinchen leaning on the steps of the city tower, leaning on the Ziyun gun that was dyed red, and looking at him quietly. No one knew how many people Li Xinchen had killed, or who he was.
What kind of perseverance do you have to persist in sitting here?
You must know that most of the soldiers, including Chen Zhishen and Li Ping, could not hold up the moment the reinforcements arrived, and many of them were even snoring loudly. But this figure was the only one who still insisted on sitting on the steps.
Above, Xiao Shilian, whose eyes were dull and seemed to be right in front of him, and the Northern Zhou army who were preparing for the next attack, were so unreal.
"Shizhong!" Pei Zilie, who was coming to the city from the other direction, also exclaimed at this time.
Li Xingchen nodded at him, swayed slightly, and forced out a smile: "If you had come a little later, I might have really told you here."
"What the hell are you talking about? Aren't we here!" Xiao Shilian's face turned livid and he said in a deep voice. If Li Xingchen confessed here, Xiao Shilian didn't know how he should explain it to Xiao Mohe and Li Lian'er, let alone
How should I explain myself?
At this moment, the crisp sound of "dang, dang, dang," the golden gong sounded from below the city, and the Northern Zhou army, which had surged up like a tide, was slowly retreating.
Pei Zilie looked back in surprise and saw that the general flag symbolizing Yuchi Jiong in the distance was also slowly retreating. And all the other flags around him also followed Yuchi Jiong's general flag and moved to the north.
The enemy has retreated?!
Looking at the corpses and blood piled up under the city, Pei Zilie couldn't help but secretly gasp.
The defenders suffered heavy losses, and it was obvious that the enemy was hit even more painfully!
"Jiangling has been captured. I'm afraid Yuchi Jiong can't hold it anymore." Xiao Shilian reluctantly wanted to show a smile of joy, but facing the mountain of corpses and sea of blood in front of him, he couldn't smile at all. He only had one thought.
The urge to cry.
A man doesn't shed tears lightly, but it's just not the time to feel sad.
No one can laugh when they see that so many of the once lively brothers Paoze have turned into part of this mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
At this time, Li Xingchen was sitting on the steps without saying a word, or in other words, he had no more energy to speak. Unprecedented fatigue spread from his limbs, and Li Xingchen sighed softly.
With Yuchijiong finally choosing to retreat, this stage of the war finally came to an end. As for the next step, although Li Xingchen did not dare to guess what would happen, he dared to guarantee that Nanchen had already secured victory.
Taking the lead in the charge, defending the city alone, and having done so many life-threatening things, I believe that neither Xiao Mohe in Jiangling City nor Chen Xu in Jiankang City would treat me badly.
Shaking slightly, the last bit of consciousness left Li Xingchen's mind. With a "bang," the Ziyun gun was released, and Li Xingchen lay straight back on the steps. The soldiers who were fighting desperately were tired, and Li Xingchen, who was commanding and personally going into battle, was tired.
, why aren’t you tired?
"Shi Zhong!" Xiao Shilian and Pei Zilie hurriedly stepped forward.
And just behind the two of them, a red flag, although it was very broken, was still fluttering and dancing in the bloody wind.
This reef still stood firm despite the rolling impact of countless waves, and turned the stormy waves into countless droplets, allowing them to disappear into thin air.
In front of the flag, the once overwhelming and powerful Northern Zhou army left corpses on the ground and walked north.
Two teams of Nanchen scout cavalry rushed out of the city gate that was almost blocked by corpses, and followed the enemy from a distance, one on the left and the other on the right. However, everyone knew that at this time, the Nanchen defenders had also experienced a fierce battle, and they came slowly
The late reinforcements had no strength to continue the pursuit.
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Gangneung City.
Although the fires ignited by the fire arrows have gradually subsided, the billowing black smoke is still filling the sky above the street corner. The corpses on the street have been mostly cleaned up. There are only pools of blood and weapons scattered around, and the armor still proves that something happened here.
Had a brutal battle.
However, after the blood stains on the streets are washed away and the weapons and armor are taken away, I am afraid that only those who witnessed it can still remember everything that happened here.
As time goes by, all of this will turn into dust, accumulated in the long river of history, either noticed by others, or simply disappear.
"How is the situation in the city?" Xiao Mohe rode forward slowly on the street. The busy Nanchen soldiers could be seen on the roadside.
After all, Jiangling City is the most prosperous and largest city in Jingxiang. Years of wars and confrontations have not affected the vitality of this city. With the changing of the flags on the city head, the people in the city easily accepted their new identity.
, shops with closed doors reopened one after another, and the sounds of hawking and soliciting customers echoed outside restaurants and brothels, which made people secretly stunned.
In the final analysis, the people of Jiangling City are still the people of the Southern Dynasty. Although they once briefly belonged to the Western Liang and were under the rule of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, deep down they still have a sense of intimacy and belonging to the Southern Dynasty.
What's more, the people in the city also have an idea of what the Xiliang army is like after being besieged Nanchen City for such a long time, so they are more or less ready for the city to change hands.