The next day, the warriors in the walled city were in a state of nervousness. The soldiers outside the city wall stepped up to make siege equipment in the fire and smoke, especially the 20,000 new soldiers of the Dong nationality, who were desperately rushing to work.

Surrounded by 1,000 Dong warriors, several freshly polished catapults were pulled to the front of the walled tower, ready to test the throwing distance and point.

However, before the debugging began, several bursting milky white cyclones fell from the sky above the walled city, mixed with the violent Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, and hit several catapults.

Peng, a concussive explosion sounded, and several catapults that had not had time to throw any stones were blown to pieces, and sawdust mixed with iron filings embedded in the bodies of dozens of soldiers around them, and muffled screams were endless.

But the Dong warriors were still not afraid of death and pushed a few catapults again, and the result was still the same.

Lin Huiyu stood silently beside Xu Fusheng and shook it, even if the powerhouse of the Yu Mansion Realm was so violently consumed, it was unbearable.

Song Wenzhao, who was standing on the lookout, looked at this scene with a gloomy face, and a general beside him also looked at him with an ugly face: "It seems that there are still many martial arts masters around the Lord Divine Envoy, and I am afraid that controlling the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in this way is something that only those people in the Central Plains who are so-called strong in the Yu Mansion Realm can do." ”

Song Wenzhao's face turned cold again, he flicked his sleeves, and turned around and left without saying a word.

When night fell, all the commanders of the allied forces of all ethnic groups gathered in Song Wenzhao's big tent, and all the generals looked at me, and I looked at you.

Obviously, they had all received a letter from the Divine Envoy, and most of the second generations of the various clans were in the Liping Walled City at the moment.

Song Wenzhao's deep voice sounded slowly: "Fellow warriors of Southern Xinjiang, you must have received greetings from the Divine Envoy just like me, and I have to admit that we underestimated the shamelessness of the Divine Envoy.

You have also seen the current situation, and we have to admit that the hundreds of years of history in southern Xinjiang are probably coming to an end, and the 20,000 soldiers we went to outflank the Shengyuan Dynasty have been dragged to death by the other party.

If we can't capture the walled city in front of us in two days, then we can only retain our strength for the future, and you are all generals who have commanded the army for many years, so you might as well talk about your opinions. ”

There was silence in the big tent, and no one was willing to come forward and say a word to attack immediately, because they had already seen the defense of the Liping Walled City, and unless the city was completely destroyed, there was almost no possibility of attacking it intact.

But everyone tacitly knows that the children of all ethnic groups are now being detained in the walled city, and no one can and no one dares to take on this responsibility.

Just give up the attack like this, they are not reconciled, and no one wants to watch the end of the centuries-old history of southern Xinjiang.

In the end, Song Wenzhao slowly got up and said, "Everyone, I decided... Give up attacking the Liping Walled City!"

There was an immediate uproar in the tent, and a commander suddenly stood up and reprimanded: "No, how can we watch the soldiers on the front line still fighting bloodily for the southern Xinjiang, but we are shrinking turtles, how can we face the dead ancestors!"

Song Wenzhao changed his kind image, and he looked at the commander coldly and said: "We have concentrated the most elite soldiers in southern Xinjiang at present, and the lives of these warriors should be used to protect the land of all ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang from being violated and their clansmen from being killed.

Instead of needlessly burying under this Liping walled city, I don't want to watch the soldiers on the front line die in vain, but even if we capture this walled city at this moment, we will no longer be able to rescue the soldiers on the front line, and we will not be able to restore the fact that the southern Xinjiang Road has been invaded by foreign enemies.

But as long as the warriors in our hands are intact, the Shengyuan Dynasty will have some scruples and dare not burn the flames of war to the lands of all races.

What really needs to be paid is the prince, he has to pay for his throne!

My decision is final and cannot be objected to, and all the consequences of this decision will be borne by me, Song Wenzhao!"

The leaders in the tent glanced at each other, some could clearly feel relieved, but some trembled angrily, and several relatives who were guarding Song Wenzhao's side looked nervously at the big tent, their hands were on the handle of the knife, and they didn't dare to leave for a moment.

At this time, a herald came to the camp tent and said: "Song Shuai, the 20,000 recruits on the Dong side have replied, saying that they will never sit idly by and watch their 60,000 comrades-in-arms fall into a desperate situation, even without the support of the coalition army, they will attack the Liping Walled City tomorrow." ”

The commanders were shocked, everyone knew what the consequences would be if 20,000 poorly trained recruits attacked the Liping Walled City, which was defended by nearly 40,000 troops.

Several commanders glanced at each other, and at the same time stood up and said, "Lord Marshal, please allow us to join the new barracks of the Dong people, we would rather die in battle than sit idly by and watch outsiders invade southern Xinjiang." ”

Song Wenzhao's eyelids jumped a few times, and he looked at the few commanders coldly and said stiffly: "If you resign from all positions in the coalition army at this moment and join the new barracks of the Dong clan in your personal name, then I will approve it."

However, your guards and warriors must stay, and we cannot let you take them to your death!"

Without the slightest hesitation, several commanders silently handed over their commander's tokens, put them in front of Song Wenzhao, and then walked out of the tent without looking back.

Before going out, a commander of the Maonan tribe suddenly stopped and said, "Song Shuai, since you have canceled the plan to attack the Liping Walled City, can we take away the siege equipment that has been built?"

Song Wen summoned the red-faced commander, exhaled a long breath, slowly closed his eyes, and said, "I don't remember building any siege equipment. ”

Several commanders looked happy at the same time, bowed down to Song Wenzhao and bowed deeply, and then turned to leave.

The wind suddenly became stronger.

Xu Fusheng had never felt that the night in southern Xinjiang would be so cold, and he stood on the top floor of the walled city before dawn.

Accompanying him were Wei Zitong and Lin Huiyu, who stood on their sides one on the left and one on the right, looking at the bottom of the walled city.

Here, they can capture any detail of the entire battlefield.

The faint morning light sprinkled down, and the morning mist like smoke gradually faded.

A faint horn sound suddenly stimulated the eardrums of the three of them, and Xu Fusheng's brows furrowed tightly.

Is the Southern Xinjiang Coalition still coming?

He tried his best to look at the southern Xinjiang camp in the distance, but it was still dark and silent.

A moment later, the gates of the Dong recruit camp were opened, and groups of soldiers poured out like a tidal wave and began to line up under the walled city.

At the sound of the trumpet, hundreds of catapults were pushed out of the camp and piled up in front of the formation.

The southern Xinjiang camp was still silent, Xu Fusheng frowned, and said to Wei Zidao: "They don't want to rely on these 20,000 recruits to capture the walled city, right?"

Wei Zitong observed for a while and said: "It's really unbelievable, but the southern Xinjiang army is really not moving, it seems that they really want to rely on these 20,000 recruits to attack the Liping Walled City." ”

Xu Fusheng thought for a moment, and then his face showed joy, he knew that this was Song Wenzhao who had made a choice.

But do they really think that they can take the city of Liping with 20,000 new soldiers? Our defending side has at least half more troops than them.

Wei Zitong looked at the recruit camp below, and gradually looked solemn: "

Childe, these talents are the most terrifying, in their hearts, there is one thing that is more important than life, that is, faith, I am afraid that the battle will be more difficult than we imagined. ”

Xu Fusheng's face was also solemn, he knew better than anyone the horror of faith, but could faith really defeat absolute strength?

An army of 40,000 with a natural defensive barrier can't defend against an attack of 20,000?

The answer will soon be revealed, the 20,000 warriors of the Dong tribe have already lined up the charging formation below, compared with the dense defenders above the Liping walled city, the 20,000 troops seem so thin, even the hundreds of huge siege equipment are like children's toys.

A Dong leader walked out of the formation, he suddenly drew his scimitar, and roared:

"For the Dong people! For the sake of southern Xinjiang!"

"For the Dong people! For the sake of southern Xinjiang!" the 20,000 people shouted in unison, making the whole land tremble!

Xu Fusheng's pupils shrank, his body shook, and the surrounding heaven and earth vitality began to slowly gather.

A Maonan leader stood in front of the formation, muttering to himself, "Also for freedom!"

In the next moment, a milky white arrow tail had appeared in front of the Dong leader, and an arrow completely condensed from the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi broke through the limit of speed.

The Dong general's throat was pierced, and the body that rushed forward suddenly fell from the warhorse.

It's just that in this short moment, the commander of the Maonan clan has already rushed forward in his place, and an earth-shattering roar sounded: "For freedom!"

"For freedom!" the roar of 20,000 soldiers shook the eardrums of Xu Fusheng and all the defenders.

The charge starts with a shout!

There is no backwards, only forwards!

Wei Zitong went down early to command the battle, and Xu Fusheng and Lin Huiyu were still looking for a gap and using the Yuan Qi Arrow to shoot the characters who looked like commanders.

It's hell of a battlefield......

Countless flaming rockets and stone projectiles flew towards the Liping Walled City, the ladder erected the watchtower, and countless recruits who sacrificed their lives rushed up.

The soldiers who fell from the watchtowers, the people who were slashed by the blades, and the blood stained the watchtowers red.

Smoke, fire, roars, screams, flying flesh and blood are all there is to this battlefield.

A hint of bright red flashed in Xu Fusheng's eyes, and a few bits of blood flew over with a small piece of flesh and blood, sticking to his face.

He had already stepped on the battlefield, fighting like an ordinary warrior to kill every Dong warrior who wanted to attack the watchtower.

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Just a few meters from him, a Dong warrior who looked less than 16 years old had just had his arm cut off, but he still roared and grabbed the other with his only remaining hand and bit a soldier of the law enforcement team with his mouth.

Dozens of swords were added, and he didn't let go of the warrior he was biting. It wasn't until someone cut off his head that his head rolled in front of Xu Fusheng.

Xu Fusheng lowered his head, just in time to see that the eyes burning with inexplicable flames were also staring at him, and in an instant, those eyes full of anger and unwillingness were deeply seared into his heart.

The corners of Xu Fusheng's mouth twitched unknowingly, but it seemed that there was no emotional fluctuation on his iron face.

He lifted his feet lightly and walked slowly, smashing the young warrior's skull. The morale of the surrounding soldiers was boosted, and in the roar, several fighters who had climbed the watchtower were finally cut down.

This is only the tip of the battlefield, and the entire Liping Walled City is such a tragic scene.