If there are no reinforcements, the whole city will definitely not be able to hold it. This point, Gao Yuan is very clear in his heart, these soldiers under his current command are not his wind soldiers after all, as long as he has two thousand wind soldiers in his hands, then the whole city will be impregnable, but unfortunately, although he has five thousand soldiers in his hands now, his combat effectiveness is far from comparable. Not only in the individual combat effectiveness, but more importantly, the team's cooperation, each other's lives are entrusted.

In one day's work, thousands of soldiers lost their combat effectiveness. A group of rabble may be able to arouse their fighting spirit in a short period of time, awaken their wildness buried deep in their hearts, and burst out the most primitive desires, but they cannot turn them into an orderly army.

In the two battles, Gao Yuan put himself and them in a situation where there was no way out, only in this way could he let these soldiers fight desperately to the death, either you die or I die, there are only two choices, there is no third.

At the moment, what Gao Yuan can make is the most convenient is this trick.

Of course, compared to before the war, this army should be considered a new look, although in Gao Yuan's eyes, they are indeed not worth mentioning, but with the support of the walls of the whole city, many of the weaknesses of this army have been covered.

Thanks to Zhao Dong for reinforcing the walls of the whole city, and thanks to the Zhao army for storing so many defensive weapons in the whole city. Gao Yuan sat in a pool of blood, watching the soldiers push the damaged bed crossbow directly off the city wall and replace it with a brand new bed crossbow, the corners of his mouth showed a sarcastic smile.

The sound of war drums in the distance, Zhao Jun is coming again. It's really perseverance! Gao Yuan sighed, he paid the price of more than a thousand people, and the other party could die more. If the experience of this county soldier under his command was a little older, Zhao Jun's death would be even more miserable.

But where are the reinforcements? For Jiang Dawei, he really doesn't have much confidence, otherwise, he wouldn't have specifically told the infantry to send a share to Zhou Yuan as soon as he received the signal, Jiang Dawei may declare a personal vendetta, but Zhou Yuan will definitely not. In Zhou Yuan's heart, his own life and death are not worth mentioning compared to the victory or defeat of Yan Zhao's battle, whether he dies or lives, as long as Yan Guo can win this war.

This is also the reason why he took a risky blow, and only when he let his importance rise to the point that it is related to the victory or defeat of this war, Zhou Yuan will keep himself.

Moreover, Gao Yuan must think of ways to end this war quickly, if the war drags on, it will give people like Jiang Dawei more time and space to play tricks against him, as the main commander of the party, he has a lot of excuses and opportunities to kill himself, and he will not have good luck every time.

The infantry walked behind Gao Yuan, stretched out his left hand and gently kneaded Gao Yuan's shoulder, although only his left hand could be used now, this hand was still very powerful.

"County lieutenant, will reinforcements come?" The infantry asked softly.

"It will come, Jiang Dawei will not come, and the general will also come." Gao Yuan said affirmatively: "As long as we can hold out for one day, where is the general, if the cavalry is sent, at most two days, we will be able to rush to the whole city, and Tan Feng will not delay."

"Jiang is only a day's journey away from us, if he is willing to come, we can really kill a lot of brothers!" The infantry sighed.

Gao Yuan closed his eyes, "Today, how many of the old brothers are gone?"

"More than twenty old brothers have said goodbye to us!" The infantryman's voice was a little choked, "The soldiers they command are really a little uncomfortable, and sometimes, in order to make up for the mistakes made by their subordinates, they pay with their lives."

"Victory will be ours after all, infantry, cheer up." High and deep." They won't die in vain."

"Yes, victory will be ours." The infantry repeated, "County Captain, I'm also ready to go, my right hand is weak, but my left hand can swing a sword."

"Your hands are for drawing bows, and I don't need you yet." Gao Yuan shook his head, "Take care of your injuries!"

"If Zhao Bing breaks through the whole city and his life is gone, how can he draw the bow?" The infantry smiled: "One more person, one more strength."

Gao Yuan stopped making a sound, turned around and patted the infantry, stood up, turned his neck, moved his arms, and looked at Zhao Bing approaching step by step with the sound of war drums in the distance, he laughed hajkily, "Zhao Dong is here again, but like a cockroach that can't be killed."

Zhao Dong has been injured in many places, at this time, his upper body is naked, wrapped horizontally and vertically with strips of cloth, on the strips of cloth, there are a lot of bloodstains, he led the charge several times today, as a general, personally leading the charge has become a very distant thing in his memory, today, he finally went into battle shirtless again.

Zhao Dong knew that the danger of losing the whole city and the loss of the whole city made the entire Zhao army fall into passivity in this war, so to speak, it has pushed the Zhao army to the brink of defeat, and he can't afford this responsibility. In order to recapture the city, he led the people to launch counterattacks again and again, but Gao Yuan was too tenacious, and for a whole day, the Zhao army left thousands of corpses on the city walls, and the whole city remained unmoved.

Those self-prepared weapons of the Imperial City are now reversed, and they have become the culprits who hurt themselves. Gao Yuan's troops, who didn't have many weapons to defend the city, actually fulfilled him.

Zhao Dong couldn't wait to crash to death on the city wall, defeated again and again, defeated three times, under this Gao Yuan's hands, although he was able to escape every time, but this, but this made him more uncomfortable than cutting him with a knife, the dignity of a military general, was ruthlessly trampled by Gao Yuan again and again.

If you can't take back the whole city, you'd rather die. Zhao Dong walked at the front of the team, holding up the scimitar in his hand, his eyes blood-red. Every time he raised his arms and called, blood would burst out from his injuries.

The general's recklessness also aroused the fighting spirit of the soldiers, under the city wall, the accumulation of corpses made these Zhao soldiers angry, and they beat the whole city, and killed these Yan people, in order to vent their hearts, every Zhao army had the same thought in their hearts, they roared, carried a cloud ladder, crossed Zhao Dong, and rushed to the city wall.

Clang, the ladder on the city wall, the soldiers braved the rain of arrows on the city, stubbornly against the ladder, not to let the Yan army on the city wall push the ladder away, and on the city, the Yan army held the push rod in his hand, more than a dozen people shouted the number, pushed the ladder far away, the ladder fell backwards, the Zhao army who climbed on the ladder screamed miserably and fell down, as long as he did not die, he would get up again, and he would climb up along the ladder again unyieldingly.

In the city, the grease has long been exhausted, and only water can be boiled in a cauldron, and the Yan army will pour the boiling water down, and every time it is poured, you will hear a miserable howl that does not resemble human voices, and the exposed skin of the soldiers who were poured with boiling water turned red in the blink of an eye, and blisters the size of fingers sprung up like mushrooms after a rain. If it was grease, these people would have died a long time ago, but even so, the smell of meat still permeated the bloody air.

Zhao Dong stuck the knife on his back, alternating his hands, and quickly climbed towards the city, the arrow rain roared, the stones flew, and the soldiers fell from his left and right, Zhao Dong didn't blink his eyes, but quickly climbed to the city, kill the city, kill the city, in his heart, now there is only such a thought.

Almost to the top, he had already seen the battlements, and at this moment, the ladder staggered away from the wall, only one step away from climbing the battlements, but at this time, the ladder was pushed away.

Zhao Dong roared wildly, climbed to the top of the ladder, kicked the ladder hard, and with this force, he jumped to the city wall in the air, and in mid-air, he had already pulled out the big knife behind his backhand.

Stepping on the battlements, his heart immediately calmed down, a knife slashed, cut off the spear that stabbed him, slashed horizontally, a big head flew up, he jumped off the city, stood in the city wall, the big knife flew, and killed a small circle, behind him, a Zhao soldier climbed up, and then another.

Zhao Dong roared, rushing to kill, trying his best to expand the range of control, and he knew that every moment he held out, more Zhao troops would climb up the city from behind him. Dozens of soldiers have already gathered behind him, a little more, a little more.

There are more and more Yan troops around him.

Suddenly, the Yan army besieging them dispersed, and then, Zhao Dong saw a flood of Tsing Yi rushing towards him. The first person is Gao Yuan, who makes him want to eat his flesh and sleep on the skin.

"Hello, General Zhao Dong!" Gao Yuan smiled, and what he held in his hand was not the big knife that the Tsing Yi Fufeng soldiers were used to, but a short weapon with a length of more than a foot.

Zhao Dong didn't know this thing, it was Gao Yuan's most commonly used and most accustomed three-sided military thorn, ravaging forward, the military thorn with a low whistling sound, Gao Yuan and Zhao Dong fought together.

Zhao Dong is not an incompetent general, on the contrary, he is the kind of general with quite good martial arts, at this time, he forgot to die and fought with Gao Yuan, regardless of his life and death, and if he was an ordinary person, he would have been killed by his way of playing.

It's a pity that he is playing against Gao Yuan, a fighter who has experienced this kind of fight countless times in his previous life, and in this instant, Gao Yuan seems to have returned to his previous life, to the fighting ring surrounded by countless people, roaring madly and splattering with blood.

It seemed to be a moment, and it seemed that a long time had passed, and the two people who were fighting suddenly separated, Zhao Dong froze, and retreated from a high distance.

Gao Yuan's body had two more bloody wounds, and before Yan Jun could exclaim, he saw Zhao Dong's neck, a thin line of blood appeared, followed by a soft snap that seemed to be a ripe melon bursting, and the blood sprayed out like a fountain, and in Gao Yuan's hanging left hand, on a knife as thin as a cicada's wing, blood fell drop by drop.

Gao Yuan was injured, Zhao Dong died! (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (biquge.info) to vote for recommendation and monthly pass. Your support is my biggest motivation ......)