At the moment of Shen Shi, due to the oblique rays of the sun, Yuan Hong squinted at the approaching enemy formation, different from facing the rout army or the rebels, this time no one stood in front of him, the only thing he could rely on was the city wall under his feet. The big bow in his hand was involuntarily held tightly by him, and a boiling blood rose in his heart.

Gentleman Liuyi, among the brothers of the same sect, archery has always been what he is proud of, more than ten years of hard practice, even if it is not called a hundred steps through, but the word "arrow without false hair" is still worthy of it. Therefore, when he learned that he was given the important task of defending the city, Yuan Hong thought more about the expectation of making meritorious contributions.

The enemy's military formation was already approaching the moat, and the expressions on the faces of the sergeants in the front row could be seen very clearly, it was a kind of calmness without joy or sorrow, and Yuan Hong knew that this was the so-called veteran of a hundred battles. This kind of expression is rare even on the faces of the more than 1,000 former East Gate Forbidden Army who have just been transferred.

Layers of arrows flew through the air, long horns were heard from behind the enemy's formation, and the chariot covered with raw cowhide was pushed up, and the crossbowmen strode forward, stood behind the cart, and began to rain arrows towards the city. Then, the foot soldiers carrying the long ladder separated from the formation and advanced to the moat in the face of the city's fire, while the remaining foot soldiers in the enemy formation raised their swords and shields, waiting for the moment of impact.

The precise and dense stone projectiles broke up the curtain almost instantly, and then the more violent bombardment hit the city, and a double-tipped catapult on the enemy platform was torn apart by a stone bullet, and the female wall was also beaten to the side of the bricks, and the huge impact made the entire section of the city wall look shaky, as if it would collapse at any time.

Yuan Hong almost fell to the ground with a stumble, and stood up with the wall tiles, his first feeling was that the city wall was afraid that it was going to be lost. It was only when he looked around that he found that the defenders were not panicking, but fighting back under the leadership of the veterans, that he was a little relieved.

"Good boy, good head, yes, that's how it shoots." The old soldiers all lit a fire oil bomb on their heads, threw it at the dense crowd under the city, and burned an enemy soldier who was about to put the ladder up to the head of the city, and the ladder also fell diagonally, and bent down to pick up another one from the wooden box beside him, and was about to light it, when he saw the young villager on the side shoot down the shouting officer under the city with an arrow.

The old man threw another fire bomb and fell all the way into the sheep and horse wall in a high arc, burning several of the Tartars' crossbowmen into burning men. When he was proud of his quasi-head and wanted to find someone to brag about it, he suddenly found that the villager on the side was gone, and when he turned his head, he saw that the young villager had fallen to the ground on his back, with a crossbow arrow stuck in his forehead.

"Damn!" The old man scolded hatefully, stretched out his hand to close the eyes of the village soldier, grabbed the black lacquer bow in his hand, and roared towards the city, and after a while, the golden drum outside the city sounded, and the enemy army under the city suddenly retreated like a tide, and the banner in the army was wavering, and another enemy army of 1,000 people waiting on the side rushed up.

Taking advantage of this rare gap, Yuan Hong hurriedly arranged the city defenses, hurriedly replenished the lost personnel, and even the corpses did not have time to be sent down, and the next round of enemy attacks came. This attack was even more rapid, and the infantry of the brigade stepped on the long ladder left in front of them, crossed the moat directly, and then jumped over the sheep and horse wall, and came to the city in a blink of an eye.

The enemy's dense stone projectiles did not stop until the foot soldiers approached the city walls, and even the rebound would hit their own people, and with the rumbling drums, the frenzied enemy army began to join the city. Yuan Hong knew that at the critical moment, he didn't care about the danger of exposure, got up and shouted, and the defenders stood up from behind the female wall one after another, and poured the stone rolling wood fire oil down.

"Zhehe, the next attack, you will follow, the Immortal Heaven will bless you, and victory will only belong to the eagle of the grassland!" Asahan looked at the battle in front of him, and it was very consistent with his prediction, after two rounds of attacks, whether it was personnel, materials or morale, the defenders would be greatly weakened, and at this time, sending these warriors to do a heavy blow would definitely have miraculous results.

Zhehe led his men to salute him, and walked forward, and Asahan bent down on his horse and saluted back, these people were all close warriors of the tribe to which Boyan belonged, and if the city could not be attacked today and they were too badly damaged, Asahan would not be able to explain to him.

"Whew!" With a string sound, a feathered arrow flew out of Yuan Hong's big bow, knocking down an enemy who had just stepped on the city wall and had not yet established a foothold.

Yuan Hong no longer spared no effort, and shot arrows like beads, specifically aimed at those seemingly fierce enemies, with the support of him and some archers, the enemy suffered heavy casualties, and one figure after another screamed and fell from the city. But the endless stream of foot soldiers behind stepped on the corpses of their companions and stepped forward desperately, and both sides were red-eyed for a while, and the entire North Gate was full of murder.

Lao Dutou opened a long knife, kicked it over, kicked a foot soldier off the city, turned around and wanted to get the fire oil bomb, but he caught it empty. He simply lifted the wooden box with both hands, and smashed it down at one of the enemies on the ladder, and the wooden box became fragmented on the man's head, and the enemy let out a terrible howl and rolled down the ladder.

Seeing this, Yuan Hong roared backwards, and the village soldiers in the city ran to the city carrying things and sending boxes of bullets everywhere. The morale of the replenished defenders was greatly boosted, and the arrogance of the enemy was finally suppressed.

The golden drums behind the enemy line sounded again, and the remaining enemy troops outside the city began to retreat, and this time there were significantly fewer foot soldiers who could retreat than the previous one. Yuan Hong knew that the next attack would definitely come soon, and it would be more violent, he hesitated a little, not knowing whether to turn on the walkie-talkie in his arms.

Behind a new team of thousands, dozens of Mongol warriors stood out, Zhehe was like an iron tower, his tall body was covered with two layers of iron armor, his helmet with nose protection only showed his eyes and a small number of faces, the large shield in his left hand was like a toy in his hand, and on his right hand was a barbed iron ball tied to an iron rod with a thick iron chain.

The people who retreated from the city walked over from both sides, everyone was gray-headed and black-faced, Zhehe knew that it was caused by the fire bombs of the Han people, these courageless barbarians, what else did they have to do except hide behind the tall city walls and secretly put these things, he spat disdainfully, waiting for the familiar horn to blow.

Under the West Gate, the originally anxious battle suddenly began to become fierce, and the enemies under the city began to attack as if they had taken medicine at the cost of their lives. Liu Yu didn't dare to let go of the city wall and let it occupy it as he did the day before yesterday, all the gaps were put up with ladders, and the defenders began to use various methods to desperately obstruct it, he quietly lowered his head and hid behind the female wall, and from time to time lit a fire oil bomb and threw it down.

The pheasant slave on the side shot the last feather arrow in the quiver, pulled back, reached out and touched a handful around but did not touch it, turned his head to see that several quivers were sitting under Liu Yu as a stool. She kicked Liu Yu with her toes, Liu Yu retracted her gaze, and saw the pheasant slave pointing under him, bluffing him into thinking that he didn't zip it, and after looking at the quiver that he was referring to, Liu Yu smiled wryly, and just wanted to pick up a quiver and hand it over, he heard the walkie-talkie in his arms ring.

"What do you say? Louder, I can't hear clearly, done. Because the environment was too noisy, Liu Yu only heard that it was sent from the north gate, as if he was talking about something, but why wasn't Yuan Hong himself talking, Liu Yu's heart sank suddenly.

"The Tartars have attacked too fiercely, they have already gone to the city, Yuan Tong is injured and unconscious, please be too quick to rescue, over." There was a loud call on the walkie-talkie again, Liu Yu listened, was silent for a while, all the doors were in a fierce battle, no one could go, only his own side after thinking about it, there was no time to think about it, he called the pheasant slave, and gave a lecture in her ear, and was ready to get up and go down to the city.

"I brought people over, you have to be careful yourself, don't fight hard with the enemy, I can't clone to save you." Liu Yu took away his own soldiers and a thousand foot soldiers on this trip, although he knew that Xiao Lori was quite clever, but he still instructed carefully, Ximen still has 5,000 people, as long as they deal with it properly, there will not be too much danger.

But what the situation at the north gate was, Liu Yu was not sure, he didn't have time to transfer people elsewhere, so he could only rush over as fast as possible first, in order to stabilize the city defense first. Turning all the way through the street, along the middle of the royal road in front of the forbidden army camp, the sound of fighting at the north gate was clearly audible.

"You go first, and I will arrive later, don't panic when you go, if the Tartars have already taken the city, shoot arrows below, and don't rush to attack it." Just as Liu Yu was about to dismount, he suddenly remembered, no, he still has a soldier to mobilize, how can he forget about them after fighting for so long. So he let the leader of his own soldiers lead the foot soldiers first, and he rode his horse back and galloped towards the camp of the forbidden army.