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The delicate sunset shines on the scarred wall of Jianyang Pass from behind.

A Great Song Dynasty battle flag, standing alone in the sunset. Under the flagpole, there are corpses that have not had time to be moved, there are new annexed troops, and there are broken army.

They are all Song people, but they belong to two completely different camps.

Under the wall, the attackers were exhausted.

Close the wall, the defenders are exhausted.

"Brother Zhang Yuan, you have come down, with your ability, you are still worried about not hanging the seal and sealing the marquis in this life", under Jianyang Pass, Wang Jiweng's persuasion to surrender already sounded like a lament. was blocked by a small wall of 20,000 troops for more than ten days, even if he could break through the pass today, after the war, it would be difficult for him to be involved in a book and investigate the crime of passive avoidance of war.

The answer to him was an arrow through the air.

The crossbow bolts shot straight down from the wall, piercing the huge shield that the guards hastily raised, and the white feathers of the arrow's tail trembled slightly in the last ray of sunlight.

Zhang Yuan, who was in the broken barracks, foamed at the mouth and put down the big bow in his hand regretfully. This was his last feathered arrow, and the wall had run out of ammunition, and more than 400 brothers still had more than 30 wounded left, snuggling up to each other, nostalgic for the warmth of spring.

Looking at the appearance of the newly attached army under the wall, Zhang Yuan smiled and was a little relieved. Grab a stone and carve the last one deep on the cracked wall. Each one, on behalf of him Zhang Yuan and four hundred brothers, guarded this pass for one day. In the future, no matter who writes the history, Zhang Yuan's name will not be embellished with the word "miscellaneous".

A few days ago, Chen Fusong, the subordinate sent by Lord Wen, transferred all the soldiers of Glossy City behind him to fight a decisive battle with Ye Te Mishi. brought him a letter, telling him that if he could hold Jianyang Pass, he would defend it, but if he couldn't hold it, he could decide on his own evacuation route.

Yesterday, Prime Minister Wen had already sent a messenger to tell him that he would immediately make contact with the page. The task of the defenders of Jianyang Pass has been completed, and they can retreat to Daoshaowu City, and together with the defenders there, continue to maneuver with Wang Jiweng with the help of the city wall.

But Zhang Yuan didn't want to retreat anymore, in this life, he had withdrawn enough. Especially when he was ordered to guard Jianyang Pass, the suspicious eyes of the generals of the original Broken Army made him unwilling to take a step back and look down on others.

"General Zhang, you say, Lord Wen, have they won the battle", the tired body of an old captain moved to Zhang Yuan's side. He also just joined the Broken Army in the last Shaowu Campaign, and once served under Huang Quji with Zhang Yuan.

"Yes, if they hadn't repelled the Tartars, Page Mi would have killed us from behind to the bottom of the pass." Zhang Yuan looked at the rape flowers in the distance and was very sure. In another month, you will be able to eat fresh vegetable oil, but unfortunately, the remaining 30 or so people are already destined not to see the sun tomorrow.

"That's good, that's good", the old captain muttered contentedly, clutching the knife in his hand. "If you kill the Tartars, if you go back to Tingzhou one day, you will be able to give my family a few acres of paddy fields. Aunt Mother-in-law won't laugh at us anymore, it's useless, and the cubs will be able to eat a full meal."

"Maybe I can study for two days, unlike us, who have lived a lifetime and can't even write names. It wasn't until we were mixed in the army that someone taught us to recognize a word"! Some people are smiling on the side, knowing that they will die, but there are no distractions in their hearts, and all they recall are the good times that can be remembered in this life.

"Brother's surname", Zhang Yuan asked the old captain with a smile.

"Zhao, the Great Song Tianzi that Zhao. After living for a lifetime, I realized that I and the Son of Heaven have the same fucking surname, and there are many strokes, and I learned it for three nights." The old captain licked his chapped lips, propped himself up, and climbed onto the battlement.

Under the wall, the soldiers of the new annex army began to form a team again, and they suffered in chaos and did not follow the rules.

"Go to the city to meet the enemy", Zhang Yuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, staggered, and led the soldiers to climb up the battlement. A ladder came over, Zhang Yuan pushed it hard, and the ladder didn't move.

A helmet tentatively emerged from the ladder, and Zhang Yuan swept away with his sword, cutting off half of the helmet along with the head under the helmet.

On the other ladders, people jumped up one after another.

Without hesitation, the captive army guarding the pass rushed forward and fought with the enemy.

The old captain was cut down in Zhang Yuan's back.

Blood fills the city.

In a pool of blood, the old man staggered to his feet and jumped off the wall with the nearest new annex to him.

A desolate cry came from under the wall, followed by a muffled sound. Listening to the ears of the person who closes the wall, it is very clear.

A few wounded Breaker soldiers threw down their knives and lunged at the nearest new annex.

The next moment, the steel knife, piercing through the cotton armor, emerged from behind them, dyeing the Song character that had changed color red.

By inertia, the killer and the killed fell to the wall almost simultaneously.

"Bang", "bang", the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, the sound of war drums, like thunder.

The soldiers of the new annex army who rushed to the head of the city were frightened, and shouted loudly, not caring about fighting with Zhang Yuan and the others, so they ran to both sides.

The Breakers chased after them and cut them down from behind.

Exhausted, Zhang Yuan hid behind the battlements, waiting for the moment when the next opponent jumped onto the wall. The ladder trembled and swayed, but no one came up, and this moment was longer than the previous ten days.

"She's coming", someone suddenly exclaimed, with a crying voice.

Zhang Yuan looked down, couldn't support it anymore, and fell softly on the wall.

A deafening shout of killing came from the pass, and countless men in She uniforms rushed into Wang Jiweng's main formation. A female general in a silver helmet and red robe rushed to the front, pointed by a long knife, and the new annexed army scattered and fled.

The telescope in Wen Tianxiang's hand couldn't help but tremble.

The advantage of the telescope is that he can see everything that is happening on the battlefield clearly from a distance.

The negative effect is that all the scenes of soldiers on both sides fighting and killing are taken into his eyes, testing his psychological quality.

The advent of firearms has made war even more brutal.

In the past, the mode of war between the Great Song Dynasty and the Northern Yuan Dynasty was that the Song army held the city, or defended according to the danger, and the Yuan army attacked. When the attacker is unable to attack for a long time, they will retreat and rest. The defenders can also take this opportunity to take a breather.

But this time the resistance battle was different.

From the moment the two sides fought, Beiyuan's attack was like a wave, and it never stopped.

Page dense did not dare to stop. The artillery on Centipede Ridge threatened his safety at all times, and if the soldiers were ordered to stop attacking, the Yuan army would only be beaten at the bottom of the ridge.

Page Mishi did not dare to give the order to retreat, avoiding the range of artillery strikes.

The new annexed army under his command is on the verge of collapse because of the death of Zhang Zhensun's Tan Yingdou. Once the order to retreat is given, it will definitely turn into a rout.

Therefore, Page Mishi could only give the order to attack. Turn this battle into a test of the willpower of the generals and soldiers on both sides, which side will not hold out first, and which side will perish.

From dusk to midnight, under the narrow hillside, countless corpses were laid out. So much so that the later attackers, having to step on the bodies of the dead, could move on.

The wildfires deliberately lit by the Mongols and the wildfires ignited by the shells and grenades of the captured army were intertwined, turning the night into day.

Countless souls lamented in the white night.

Another group of Mongol troops supervised the new annex and rushed forward.

The two sides shoot at each other from a distance, close to each other, and then intersect with white blades.

Several of the Breakers fell, and a gap appeared in the position. A dozen thieves who had placed cold arrows in the trenches lowered their bows, bit their steel knives and jumped up, killing them into the gap.

A Mongolian warrior slashed down the thief on the opposite side, but was hugged by the waist of another thief behind him.

A spear stabbed him, and the Mongol warrior fell.

The two righteous thieves didn't have time to cheer, and their bodies were already full of cold arrows.

Several shells burst into the archers of the new annexed army. Knock the archers to the ground.

"Bang", there was a muffled sound on the hillside. One artillery could not withstand a long period of fire and cracked. Gunpowder erupted from the cracks, and the gunners were burned to a mass of charcoal. The three gunners picked up a wet quilt and threw themselves on the reddened barrel without hesitation. On the gun emplacement, not far away, someone glanced at the two gunners with pity, and continued to fill the barrel with gunpowder and projectiles.

"Prime Minister", Liu Zijun pointed to the smoking remnant cannon and whispered. If this continues, the situation is a little bad. With the Mongol army behind him supervising the battle, the officers and men of the new annex army appeared extremely tenacious. It is no wonder that the four battalions of men and horses led by Du Hu were almost completely wiped out, and under this tidal attack, the broken army on Centipede Ridge gradually could not support it. The first line of positions had been broken through several times, and each time it was Xiao Mingzhe who rushed forward with the reserves and blocked the gap.

Wen Tianxiang's face twitched constantly.

He didn't expect the Mongol army to be so brave.

Once they were close to the position, a Mongol warrior would need two or three, if not more, to exchange their lives for the captives and thieves.

There was no one in the reserve team available, and several of the accompanying staff members raised their knives and automatically stood in a row.

This is already the last power that Wen Tianxiang can use.

"Prime Minister, let's go, if you don't leave, it'll be too late!" The head of the guard, Yan Jingyuan, shouted loudly. The battle has reached this point, and the Broken Army has already shown its defeat.

Most of the artillery pieces were too hot to fire, and there were only a few hundred thunderbolts left in their hands.

As soon as the artillery and thunderbolts lose their power, it is only a matter of time before the positions are breached.

"Jingyuan, how long have you been following me", Tie Qing asked with a blushing face. It was already dark, and the light of the shells as they dragged through the air illuminated the ridge. Through the telescope, you can see the people of the Mongolian army headquarters slowly converging. Some well-armored generals commanded dozens of soldiers and forced the new annex army to attack Centipede Ridge again.

"Ten days and less than three months!" The chief guard replied in surprise, not knowing why Wen Tianxiang asked like this. He was originally the owner of a cottage in the north, and after the cottage was exterminated by the Mongols, he fled all the way south to Shaowu.

Wen Tianxiang recruited guards, and with the mood of trying it out, Yan Jingyuan went to apply, but he didn't expect that his martial arts were actually favored by Wen Tianxiang and he was personally promoted to the chief of the guard.

"Retreat from Hebei to Fujian, haven't you retreated enough!" Wen Tianxiang asked loudly.

"This...."The blood suddenly turned red and finished Yan Jingyuan's face.

"Gather all the samurai of the guard and rush forward. Your battlefield is there! Wen Tianxiang pointed ahead, and Zhang Tang ordered the position of the battle, "The retreating people have been arranged, and I don't need protection." In a moment, where are you and where am I"!

"The Song people don't kill the Song people, the Tartars are defeated, don't send them to death again", on the battlefield, the shouts of the soldiers of the Broken Army, the voices of the night wind echoed in the mountains, and it was impossible to tell how many people were shouting loudly.

"Brothers, on the other hand, there are more Tartars behind you, or more Breakers on the mountains." Simon, whose face was covered in blood, greeted the other side with a hoarse voice.

The armor on his body was tattered, and blood ran down the wound, dripping, and dripping on the ground beneath his feet.

A new annex rushed up and was cut down by Simon Biao.

He cut off the spear in the hand of another new annex.

"Holy shit, are you a Song man or a Tartar!" Ximen Biao scolded and rushed towards a new general of the attached army. The general of the new annex army on the opposite side was stunned, did not dare to fight him, turned around and fled.

A feathered arrow flew and knocked the fleeing general to the ground.

In the dark, the Mongolian military commander who supervised the battle was expressionless and coldly drew his longbow.

He saw Wen Tianxiang and saw Wen Tianxiang rushing to the position surrounded by several guards.

Under the cold cold light, Wen Tianxiang's figure was gradually locked by his feather arrows.

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