The remnant sun was like blood, and the sound of fighting inside and outside Xiangyang City lasted for more than an hour, and under the city, the corpses of the Mongols were piled higher and higher, forming a corpse pile the size of a hill. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

And the defenders on the city of Xiangyang were not all without casualties, the rolling stone and sassavels had been used up, the boiling oil had been poured out, the arrows on both sides were exhausted, and the Mongols were not afraid of death, and filled with human lives, rushing to the head of the city several times.

At this time, it can only be fought in short combat, in the crowded city, people are next to each other, and the so-called moves have all become jokes, comparing who is not afraid of death, who is bold.

A Mongol soldier had just climbed up the tower, and before he could stand firmly, a spear pierced him in the chest, and he tried to wield his sword and die with the enemy, but all his strength dissipated, but before he died, there was a smile in his eyes, because he saw that the man who had killed him had been smashed in the head with a mace by his companion.

A commander of the Xiang army was quite heroic, holding a war knife, with ten soldiers under his command to meet a group of Mongolian soldiers who had just climbed up, because the charge was too fierce, unconsciously surrounded by the enemy, the ten people under his command were killed only one person, looking at the corpse of the comrade-in-arms who had been with him for five years lying behind him, two lines of tears were unconsciously left in his eyes.

Looking back at the only remaining subordinate, his eyes were full of reluctance: "Are you afraid?" ”

It was a very delicate little warrior, even if his face was covered with blood now, it could not cover his immature face, and this little warrior was not even eighteen years old when he died.

"Don't be afraid, didn't the emperor say it, we are fighting for the gods, and after we die, we will definitely be able to go to heaven to be immortals, I still have a younger brother at home, and my father and mother are raised." The little warrior smiled very innocently.

The centurion also smiled: "Yes, how good it is to be a god in the sky!" In this case, let's kill a few more, which can be regarded as a celebration of being immortals in the future. ”

"Good"

The figures of the two were blocked by a group of enemies, and the blood outlined a desolate pattern on the ground, so vivid.

Stories like this keep happening in the city.

Xiang Yu's overlord gun couldn't dance in the city, so he changed to a long knife and blocked a team of 100 people alone, his natural divine power plus his burly figure and long arms made him not need to use any moves, as long as he swung the knife, the enemy's weapons were often cut in two by him before they were next to his side, and the intestines and internal organs flowed all over the ground, and the enemy's screams before dying turned this area into Shura Hell, and even his own people did not dare to approach.

Fang Tiejia also rushed into the enemy group alone, two seventy or eighty pound sledgehammers were as light as nothing in his hands, and between the ups and downs, it was to die if he rubbed it, and he died if he touched it, and he didn't even wear any armor on his body, and he didn't even wear clothes, he went into battle shirtless, and the Mongolian scimitar slashed at his bronze skin, leaving only a faint white mark, which could not cause any damage.

There are also a group of martial arts people who also played a great role in this war, as an emergency force, where there is a leak in the defense, they will go to the rescue, and the entire Dongcheng Tower will be guarded without leakage.

The war had come to an end, and the Mongols' vanguard of 10,000 men was now less than 2,000 men, all of whom were wounded, and they wanted to withdraw, but they could not give up the ladders.

This ladder is not like the one in TV, it is as simple as a ladder, his chassis is with a base, there are wheels on the base, you can push it away, and when you get to the city, it can be fixed after the erection, and the production is very complicated. If it is really like the ladder that falls down as soon as it is pushed on TV, then Guo Jing doesn't need to ask Chen Hao for help, even if there are seven or eight hundred thousand Mongolian soldiers, they can't capture Xiangyang City.

However, if the ladder is also removed, the remaining people in the city will be completely wiped out, although the war will not avoid death, but it will inevitably chill the hearts of his subordinates.

Hari Bari hesitated for a long time, and finally gritted his back molars and said: "Withdraw"

The Mongol soldiers under the city began to withdraw, throwing hundreds of their compatriots in the city there, and without the ladder, they were already dead.

Guo Jing began to command the men to besiege and kill the Mongolian soldiers in the city, this local war has been won so far, if it is not worth it if there are any more dead people, under the leadership of Xiang Yu and Fang Tiejia, the two fierce generals, soon those Mongolian soldiers who lost their fighting spirit were slaughtered.

Originally, Xiang Yu also wanted to go out of the city to pursue those retreating Mongolian soldiers, but was stopped by Guo Jing, Guo Jing pointed to the distance outside the city, faintly dusty, it turned out that the Mongol army had arrived, and now out of the city, it is likely to turn the city defense battle into an encounter, although it will not lose, but the casualties are definitely much greater than the city defense battle, for the sake of two thousand disabled Mongolian soldiers, there is no need for this.

"Okay, now all the soldiers hurry up and rest, find someone to count the casualties, and let the young and strong men in the city clean up the battlefield, our own brothers must let them be buried in the ground, and those Mongol soldiers will be cremated directly."

Soon, the casualty report came out, and the Xiang army suffered a total of more than 1,500 casualties, of which more than 400 were killed, and the rest were seriously wounded.

Xiang Yu wiped a handful of blood stains on his face, sat at the head of the city and laughed heroically, the laughter infected the people around him, and for a while, the entire Xiangyang City was filled with heroic laughter, but there was still a little sadness in the laughter, was it to mourn those dead compatriots? They themselves don't know.

Outside the city of Xiangyang, thirty miles.

Mongolian Han

At the tent of the Khan of Möngke, several captains were discussing the tent of the commander, and suddenly someone outside the tent came to report, saying that the pioneer officer Hari Bari had returned.

Meng Ge laughed and said: "Hari Bari should not be able to capture Xiangyang City, but it can also make those cowardly Nanban suffer a lot of losses, but I don't know how many Nanban he killed." ”

Before he could finish speaking, Haribari, covered in blood, stumbled in, and with an arrow on his left arm, the blood flowed all over the ground with his footsteps.

Meng Ge was shocked: "Hari Bari, what's wrong with you?" How can those cowardly and incompetent Nanban hurt you like this? ”

After Haribari came in, he knelt directly at the feet of Meng Ge: "Great Khan, Haribari is useless, he has betrayed the trust of the Great Han, please surrender the Great Han." Hari Bari is willing to make meritorious contributions, and the next time he fights, Hari Bari is willing to be the vanguard and rush to the front. ”

Meng Ge helped Hari Bari up, and while calling for the shaman to come and treat his injuries, he asked, "Tell me about the situation in Xiangyang City first." ”

"Dahan, Xiangyang City, it's not right!" (To be continued.) )