On the sixth day, Temujin did not send the Xue army to participate in the battle, but the offensive intensity of the ordinary soldiers of the Qiyan Department was slightly higher than that of the previous days. At this point in this battle, the soldiers on both sides were tired, and it was not easy to maintain the original combat intensity.

Before nightfall, Huang Rong keenly felt that the enemy's offensive had not abated, and his defenders had slackened. She quickly suggested to Xu Daosheng and dispatched 3,000 reserve troops to participate in the battle, which was able to stabilize the situation.

Half an hour after nightfall, the horn of the troops sounded outside the White Horse City, and the siege time of this day seemed to be only one more hour, and the defensive pressure brought to the White Horse City was greatly increased.

Although Xu Daosheng, a military advisor, did not need to go to the battlefield in person, when the enemy army completely retreated, he couldn't help but weaken and breathed a sigh of relief.

Most of the soldiers at the head of the city collapsed on the spot, gasping for breath.

The dinner that was originally prepared, due to the delay of the enemy's troops, had long been frozen into ice mounds, and was pulled back by the cooking camp to be reheated.

After the battle damage was counted, Fan Junping gave the day's death data to Xu Daosheng, and the face of this military advisor was covered with dark clouds.

More than 10,000 recruits were killed and more than 3,000 veterans were lost.

The number of veterans killed in battle alone has reached half of the previous days!

And the number of dead recruits is already more than a third of the total!

Xu Daosheng pinched the data list in his hand and was silent for a long time.

Seeing this, Ma Tie took the initiative to speak out and said with relief: "Military division, the enemy has suffered more damage. ”

Fan Junping hurriedly asked: "How many enemy soldiers have been killed?" ”

Ma Tie thought for a moment: "According to my estimate, there should be 20,000. ”

After Ma Tie finished saying this, Xu Daosheng and Fan Junping glanced at each other and smiled bitterly. Since ancient times, in siege warfare, the battle losses of the besieging side are much higher than those of the defending side. The battle loss ratio of one to two and one to three is the normal number, and in the face of a strong city like Zhongdu, if the attacker insists on attacking the city, the battle loss ratio of one to five is to say less.

Unfortunately, the walls of White Horse City were too low, and the river was frozen in winter, so Temujin resorted to the difficult and stupid method of filling in the soil. By now, neither the offensive nor the defensive side had any new way to rely on human life in exchange for victory.

Now the ratio of battle losses between the offensive and defensive sides is about 1:15, and if this trend continues, within ten days, the people of White Horse City will have to be wiped out.

But can the defending side really defend the city until the moment when the ammunition and food are exhausted and the soldiers are dead?

"Jue went to Taizhou before, when will the reinforcements arrive at the earliest?" Xu Daosheng asked.

Ma Tie thought for a while: "Juekong's martial arts are strong, fast is one day, slow is two days, when you can rush to Taizhou." Now that the snow is difficult to travel, Taizhou will send troops, and it will take three days to arrive at the earliest. ”

Xu Daosheng touched his forehead: "Then let's hold on for a few more days, maybe Temujin won't be able to hold it anymore!" ”

Ma Tie nodded: "I don't believe it, the bodies of these barbarians are all made of iron!" ”

……

Temujin returned to the tent and summoned Borshu: "Borshu, how is the battle damage today?" ”

Borshu was mainly responsible for night patrols these days, and he did not participate in the battle during the day, and after the daily withdrawal of troops, he was responsible for the statistics of battle losses.

Borshu said in a deep voice: "Great Khan, the soldiers who were damaged in the battle today have a total of 20,000 households and 1,000 households. ”

Temujin frowned: "I didn't expect a mere White Horse City to be so difficult to bite!" ”

Borshu knelt down on one knee and arched his hand: "Great Khan, Borshu will be the vanguard tomorrow, and he will definitely take this city!" ”

Temujin waved his hand: "Your headquarters soldiers and horses and the cowardly Xue army can't move, and the hole cards of White Horse City haven't been played yet." ”

During the daytime battle, Temujin had been standing on a high platform 300 paces away from the city, always watching the battle, directing and dispatching. When night came, Temujin saw that there was hope for the destruction of the city, and as a result, a new force suddenly poured out of the White Horse City, killing all the soldiers who had attacked the city by the Qiyan tribe.

He knew that this must be the back hand of the White Horse City.

The two strong compete, the most taboo early to show the hole cards. In the previous battle between the Qiyan Department and the Kereh Department, Temujin kept 20,000 elites untouched, and it was not until the decisive victory that he showed this hole card, which finally played a decisive role.

Borshu knew that Temujin had always liked to keep a back hand in commanding battles, and since his own Great Khan saw the reality of White Horse City, he no longer asked for battle, and only said: "Great Khan, when it comes to attacking and breaking the enemy, Borshu will listen to orders at any time!" ”

Temujin nodded: "You recuperate, it is estimated that in two or three days, it will be time to use you." ”

The seventh day of fighting began early as usual.

According to the previous preset plan, Xu Daosheng allocated 10,000 fresh troops to garrison the city, and at the same time replaced 20,000 tired soldiers to return to the camp for repair.

Even so, at the end of the day, the city gates on three sides are still in danger.

Li Mochou, the three housewives, obeyed Xu Daosheng's orders and easily did not end up fighting, but after a fierce battle all day long, when the city defense encountered danger, the three daughters couldn't help but come to the rescue.

There is Xu Daosheng at the west gate, Huang Rong has not gone down too many times in person, Mei Chaofeng is mighty, and wherever the poisonous dragon whip goes, it can be said that he is invincible. But this whip method was extremely exhausting, and at noon, Mei Chaofeng felt that it was unsustainable, so he simply threw away the whip and only killed the enemy with the Nine Yin White Bone Claws.

The firefighting team composed of Yin Zhiping, Zhang Xi and others put out fires and emergencies all day long, and almost didn't even have the time to stop to eat.

After a hasty dinner, Yin Zhiping, who was originally a little clean, didn't care about changing clothes and washing off the blood stains all over his body, so he just wiped his face and fell asleep.

As soon as the enemy retreated, Zhang Xihe threw the iron rod and collapsed to the ground. After a while, Jue regained a little strength, spit a mouthful of bloody spit to the side, and said, "Senior brother, if only Tian Dali's wild boar was here, it would be fine." ”

Zhang Xi snorted: "This guy is hiding in Gyeongju to enjoy happiness, where do you think of us." ”

On the eighth day, the White Horse City was still fighting on three sides.

Mei Chaofeng no longer used the whip, but killed the enemy with the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, although the coverage area was much smaller, the deterrent power was doubled. She clawed down, either scratching the enemy's head or digging out the enemy's heart, accompanied by the occasional miserable laughter, enough to discourage the enemy within twenty paces to the left.

The soldiers near White Horse City on the left all felt a chill rising from their spine to their heads, and then they were glad that Aunt Mei was their own person!

Half of the soldiers and horses of the beggar army were already outside the west gate, and most of the time, Temujin watched the battle from the lookout outside the west gate. When he saw that the siege of Ximen was blocked, the footsteps of the soldiers who ascended the city were a little cringe, and he immediately called a commander who was supervising the battle in front to come back and ask about the situation.

Hearing that a woman was blocking the enemy alone, Temujin was furious and whipped the commander a few times: "Pass the order, kill this person, reward 10,000 taels of silver, and those who are afraid of war, behead!" ”

The commander was whipped, his head was full of rage, and he immediately returned to the front to supervise the battle. Hearing that there was a reward of 10,000 taels of silver, and seeing that a cowering centurion was beheaded, the soldiers had to leave behind the fear in their hearts, and killed Mei Chaofeng one after another.

Originally, Mei Chaofeng was fierce enough to defend a section of the city wall, but she didn't expect the enemy army to suddenly rise up, and her pressure suddenly increased. She has been cultivating the Nine Yin White Bone Claw for twenty years, and her hands have been trained to the point of invulnerability, but after fighting in the morning, Mei Chaofeng clearly felt that her fingers began to ache, and her wrists were a little sore.

If it was an ordinary time, Mei Chaofeng would have retreated without saying anything, but she thought that Huang Yaoshi was watching the battle in the rear, and she couldn't embarrass Peach Blossom Island, so she gritted her teeth and continued to support.

Huang Yaoshi saw that Mei Chaofeng was in charge here, and the city defense was stable, so he took Huang Rong to patrol the city left and right, and when he saw where he was in danger, he used his magic power to relieve the siege.

At noon, Mei Chaofeng's movements gradually slowed down, and in the face of the enemy's scimitar, she originally didn't dodge or dodge, and she went down with one claw to kill the enemy first. At this time, Mei Chaofeng was forced to block and dodge.

When the soldiers of the beggar department saw it, they shouted one after another: "The devil is tired, kill her!" ”

The pressure in front of Mei Chaofeng increased, and after a stick of incense, she was stabbed several times on her body, twice on her left face, and half of her left ear was cut off. After she was hit in her left ear, although the injury was not serious, her hearing was immediately affected, and her condition became even more critical.

Three scimitars slashed at Mei Chaofeng's face and neck at the same time!

Mei Chaofeng squeezed out a trace of strength and opened the two scimitars on the left and right, but he couldn't dodge the menacing knife in the middle.

A sharp whistling sound sounded, and with a snap, the incoming scimitar was interrupted by a pebble. Huang Yaoshi rushed back in time, grabbed Mei Chaofeng's neck, and dragged her out of the battle circle.

Seeing that the apprentice's face was covered with blood, Huang Yaoshi's face was like frost, and he turned to Huang Rong and said, "Rong'er, take care of your senior sister, give me the scimitar." ”

……

Yin Zhiping, Cui Zhifang, and Wang Zhitan formed a three-talent formation and defended a corner at the east gate. At the beginning of the battle, Yin Zhiping was at the front, Wang Zhitan and Cui Zhifang protected his left and right wings, and the enemy troops within two zhang in front were all shrouded by the sword shadows of the three little Taoists.

When Yin Zhiping's strength weakened, Wang Zhitan stepped forward and stood at the position of the arrow. When Wang Zhitan's strength weakened, he took the initiative to retreat, from Cui Zhifang to the front.

Yin Zhiping's martial arts skills are only between the second and third rates in the martial arts, and they are really not strong. But the three of them cooperate tacitly, and the most important martial arts of the Quanzhen Sect have a solid foundation, they can practice between sitting and walking, and the three-talent formation is constantly circulating, and there are no less than five hundred souls under the sword of the three people.

After a few days, the three of them realized that their swordsmanship was more than a step stronger than before they went down the mountain, and their internal strength cultivation must have improved. It's just that the battle is too dense, every night when the enemy withdraws, the three of them are almost empty, and although they can recover a little bit at dawn on the second day, it is really difficult to recover as before.

The formation of the three rotated, and after every quarter of an hour, another person came forward. After half a day of fighting, the three of them have rotated five times. Yin Zhiping stepped back, changed the breathing method, and thought that he would be able to recover a little after a quarter of an hour.

Wang Zhitan pushed to the front, he was not tall and his arms were slightly shorter, so when he fought with a sword, he always had to spend a little more strength than Yin Zhiping and Cui Zhifang. At the beginning of the day, Wang Zhitan's strength was acceptable, but this disadvantage was not obvious. As soon as noon passed, after half a day of fighting, every ounce of strength was precious.

A quarter of an hour should have passed extremely quickly, but after taking over Yin Zhiping's work with a cup of tea, Wang Zhitan only felt that this quarter of an hour passed so slowly.

There are still two teas left, and it will pass after a while, Wang Zhitan silently cheers for himself in his heart.

After a stick of incense, Yin Zhiping noticed that Wang Zhitan was moving slowly, and he hurriedly said: "Senior brother, if you are physically exhausted, let's rotate earlier." ”

Wang Zhitan shook his head slightly: "It's okay!" ”

After saying this, he squeezed out a little strength and stepped up his shot.

I can't let Senior Brother and Zhifang underestimate it!

After barely supporting a stick of incense like this, Wang Zhitan only felt that it was difficult to breathe, his head was a little dizzy, and the hand holding the sword began to tremble.

When he was about to open the enemy's scimitar in front of him and stab the enemy's throat again, Wang Zhitan missed.

The long sword in his hand was slashed by the enemy.

Seeing this, the soldiers of the Qiyan Department were in high spirits, and the four people in front of them shouted in unison, and the middle two slashed at Wang Zhitan's neck, and the left and right people pounced on each other, preventing Yin Zhiping and Cui Zhifang from rescuing.

Yin Zhiping and Cui Zhifang saw that Wang Zhitan was in distress and immediately came to the rescue, but after being slightly blocked by the enemy, it was too late to pull Wang Zhitan back. At the moment of life and death, Yin Zhiping threw the long sword in his hand, and at the same time made a shock trick with his left palm, shaking Wang Zhitan away.

The two enemy soldiers in front of Wang Zhitan were aiming at his neck where the scimitar was heading. As a result, Wang Zhitan was shocked by Yin Zhiping in time, one of the knives slashed through his head, and the other fell on Yin Zhiping's left arm.

brushed, Yin Zhiping's left arm below the elbow was cut off with a knife......

After a night's rest, Zhang Xi and Jue recovered most of their strength and became energetic. The two fought until after noon, only to feel that the iron rod that was very handy on weekdays was getting heavier and heavier.

Twenty-eight pounds of iron rods seem to be eighty-two pounds.

With a bang, the knives and sticks intersected, and the left hand of the consciousness was weak, and the iron rod in the hand actually failed to cut the enemy's scimitar, but fell to the ground.

Consciousness should be attacked by two enemy troops at the same time, and the opponent on the left is a centurion of the beggar tribe. When this centurion was outside the city, he saw the majesty of his senses, and knew that this man must be the brave general of White Horse City, and if he could be killed, it would be a great achievement.

The centurion slashed the iron rod of consciousness, and couldn't help but be overjoyed, and with a loud shout, the scimitar was raised again, and slashed towards the door of consciousness.

Between the lightning and flint, Consciousness blocked the iron rod in his right hand in front of him, and finally blocked the centurion's full force. But the enemy on the right seized the opportunity and immediately slashed out with a fierce sword.

At the moment of life and death, Jue exerted the demeanor of a martial arts master, and the iron rod in his right hand moved half a foot horizontally, knocking open a fatal knife.

"Retreat!" Zhang Xi was a few steps away, caught a glimpse of perceptual distress, and immediately shouted.

Jue originally wanted to find an opportunity to kill the enemy, but after listening to Zhang Xi's shout, he suddenly hesitated for a moment, and then prepared to retreat.

When the centurion saw that he was about to withdraw, he threw away the scimitar in his hand, pounced on it, hugged the waist of the consciousness, and made a wrestling method, and was about to throw the consciousness backwards.

Conscious was shocked, and immediately used a thousand pound falling method, trying to stabilize his body, and at the same time beckoned the iron rod in his hand to the head of the enemy at his waist.

If the consciousness is full of energy, even if there are two more enemies, they will not move. If his energy is intact, this stick will go down, and the enemy in his waist will be settled immediately.

But at this moment, ten percent of the internal force of consciousness has gone to ninety percent of it, and most of the strength in his hands has gone, but he can barely hold the twenty-eight catties of iron rods.

The centurion wore a thick fur hat and felt that he had not been able to kill the man with a stick. Under the pain, this person raised his ferocity, exerted his strength again, lifted his consciousness off the ground, and fell backwards.

Consciousness was slammed to the ground, unable to hold the iron rod in his hand any longer, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The enemy troops in the rear were overjoyed when they saw this, and they all roared, and five or six scimitars were cut down at the same time.

Zhang Xi roared angrily: "Awareness! ”

Although his martial arts are higher than his consciousness, at this time he is also at the end of his strong crossbow, and his internal strength has been gone. Seeing that his brother was in danger, Zhang Xi came out of nowhere, and the iron rod, which was already weak and weak, danced like a whirlwind again, knocking several enemies in front of him into the air, desperately killing the place where the consciousness landed.

When the reinforcements arrived and drove all the enemy troops down the city, Zhang Xi picked up his senses, only to see that he had been stabbed in the neck, and blood kept gushing out......