The sun had sunk in the west, and the afterglow slanted on the towering banner of the Yamen, reflecting pillars of light through the sparse shadows of the trees. Wang Lixin opened his eyes from half a dream, stood up with his chair on his back, and suddenly let out a violent cough, and only one old soldier was serving in the courtyard, and hurriedly brought a wooden basin when he heard the sound.

Wang Lixin had already taken out the brocade handkerchief in his sleeve to dry his mouth, waved his hand to push away the old man's support, and quickly wrapped the handkerchief and stuffed it in the sleeve cage. The old pawn only glanced at the tip of his eyes and found the blood stains on it, sighed secretly, and silently brought the wooden basin aside with tears in his eyes.

From last night to now, Wang Lixin just closed his eyes slightly, if it weren't for his old age and frailty, he really wanted to go to the city to see it in person. The shouts of killing at the city gates on all sides could be faintly heard from such a distance, and there was no need to say much to know how fierce the battle was. Although he was not worried that the Tartar would break down the door immediately, he couldn't calm down what he said in his heart.

"It's still a little worse." Thinking about the former prime minister Jiang Wanli, Ye Mengding and others, who were almost the same year as him, all asked the ancestral envoy to quit his career a few years ago, only he was still running around in his seventies, is he not convinced of the old man, Wang Lixin shook his head self-deprecatingly.

It was still the sixth year of Chunyou, and when he ascended to the throne at the age of forty-five, the words of appreciation of the first emperor Li Zong, "This is a handsome talent" seemed to be in his ears. For the sake of this overwhelming national disaster, for the grace of this encounter, what about giving up this old bone. Wang Lixin's face showed a trace of unnatural flushing, and his low-hanging hands trembled slightly.

"Father" Wang Lin hurriedly walked in from outside the door, and was startled by the old man's demeanor as soon as he shouted. Wang Lixin turned his head and looked at his eldest son lightly, he also hadn't slept all night, his eyes were already full of bloodshots, and his body was dusty as if he had come back from a long away.

"Come from the gate of the city, and tell me how it is going?" Wang Lixin waved his hand to signal him to sit down first, and he also sat back in the chair, but after standing for a while, he felt a little dizzy.

Wang Lin recounted the news he got in detail, and among the five gates in the city, except for the north gate guarded by Yuan Hong, there were battles on all sides. It is as good as the south gate of Jin Ming and Liu Yu, the Longguang Gate guarded by Liu Shiyong, and the west gate.

Liu Yu's west gate was attacked by the Tartar 40,000 people in turn, and was boarded several times, thanks to the soldiers' lives, only to protect the city wall, inside and outside the city, densely packed with corpses. Hearing Wang Lin's words, Wang Lixin was suddenly startled, and only after saying that Liu Yu was unharmed did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"Surrounding three queyi, the Tartars have a good calculation, outside the north gate, there must be Tartar cavalry, waiting for our army to throw themselves into the net." Wang Lixin is worried that Liu Yu was injured by a stray arrow, and there are no eyes on the head of the city.

Liu Yu can't have an accident, Wang Lixin knows very well that whether this city can be finally defended, Liu Yu's materials that he doesn't know where to get are the key. Wang Li's confidence is not without doubts, but Liu Yu didn't say it explicitly, and he didn't ask, the current enemy is all at a loss.

Therefore, Wang Lixin took those responsibilities for him, and at the same time severely blocked the relevant speculation. He is not pedantic, the Great Song Dynasty is already crumbling, who can keep this piece of the country, who is the god in Wang Lixin's mind!

"Is this battle report broadcast immediately?" Wang Lin handed over the paper in his hand, which recorded the casualties of the defenders of each gate so far, due to the large number of people, there was only an approximate number, and the specific names of the people had not yet been counted.

"Let's send it again tomorrow, let's just say that the war has not been settled, and the specific results have not yet come out." Wang Lixin glanced at it, and handed it back to Wang Lin, this broadcast, and I don't know how many families will have difficulty sleeping peacefully. It's good to be able to drag on one more night, then there is more hope for one more night.

The situation at the west gate was not as terrible as Wang Lin said, and although the city was full of corpses, most of them were thrown down by the tartars. The enemy army did climb the city many times, but Liu Yu was prepared, he did not take people to fight the enemy hand-to-hand at all, but directly gave up the female wall, just simply blocked the two ends of the horse road, and the enemy army standing upright on the city head was like a live target.

The outermost enemy platforms at both ends of the road, plus the streets under the city walls, the crossbows on three sides, and the arrows from the bed crossbows flew like water towards the crowded enemy troops, and the enemy soldiers with swords and shields did not react at all, and each of them had several arrows stuck in their bodies.

As the sun set, the Tartars finally stopped their rotation and retreated outside the city with the sound of the golden drums. Liu Yu didn't dare to slack off, and repeatedly observed with a telescope for a long time, and then contacted Li Shiyi's observation post, and waited for another half an hour before he was sure that the Tartar had really retreated.

When the news was announced to the defenders by loudspeaker, all the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground, no one cheering, only deep fatigue. You must know that today's day, from the beginning of dawn to the beginning of night, the Tartars did not hesitate to attack for more than six hours.

After the fire destroyed the two thousand-man troops, the Tartars immediately dispatched 40,000 troops to come in turn, launching a total of more than ten rounds of attacks, scrambling to follow one after another, and draining the fire oil stored by Ximen. Fortunately, there were plenty of arrows, so that the enemy suffered heavy casualties and retreated.

At this moment, the cleaning up inside and outside the city was all handed over to the people who were recruited, and their main job was not only to clean up the corpses, but also to recover the arrows. In addition to the arrows shot by their own defenders, many were shot into the city by Tartars, and these arrows were military materials that could be recycled and reused.

Liu Yu was about to turn around with the horn, but he saw that the little Lori on the side had fallen asleep with a big bow leaning against the corner of the wall, looking at the eyelashes blinking slightly on her dusty face, and almost inaudible breathing. Liu Yu suddenly felt a sense of pity, gently took the big bow, took off his official robe and covered her.

But he himself can't go to rest immediately, there are too many things waiting for him to arrange, and the temperature difference between day and night is large in April, especially near the river, so it is easy to get sick when you sleep like this. Liu Yu ordered Hu San Province to organize people to go to the forbidden army camp to bring straw mats, quilts and other things, and at the same time ordered that they must eat first before they can sleep.

There was also a supplement to the losses of the defenders, who, despite the great infliction of casualties on the enemy today, himself lost several hundred men. The order of replenishment is to first transfer people from Yuan Hong's township soldiers, and then supplement the township soldiers with the collected volunteers, fortunately, the defense of the city is not like a field battle, and the requirements for sergeants are not so high.

Finally arranged the matter, Liu Yu stood on the empty city tower, looking at the stars in the sky, his mind seemed to be full of paste, and his eyelids gradually began to sink. He leaned against the wall of little Lori, and slowly tilted his head to fall asleep in the faint sound of a peaceful storytelling in his ears.

Gao Pet picked eleven cars in a row. When he arrived at the twelfth car, Gao Pet was shot again, who knew that the horse who sat down was exhausted, spit blood, squatted down, and overturned Gao Pet to the ground, and was already crushed by the "iron pulley". Later generations have a poem to say: Sacrifice your life for the country and go to the battlefield, and your heart can win glory every day. Huache was broken and lost first, but unfortunately the general's horse was bad. ”