"Woo~"

Fang Mu pulled out the knife inserted into the body of the Xijin cavalry, and couldn't help but lick his lips as he looked at the blood rolling down the knife.

"Brothers, slaughter them!"

His eyes were red, he roared, and ran towards another Xijin cavalryman.

Around the hour of the hour, he found that the two thousand Xijin cavalry were coming, and in the face of this surge of enemy troops twice as many as them, the pressure on the square curtain was very great, but at the same time, the blood in his body was also ignited at this moment.

The horse's order to him was: Defend it.

He also imprinted these two words in his heart

Early on, he had his soldiers plant rows of wooden stakes on the road leading to the southern wall, which were used against the Sijin cavalry.

Although there were not many wooden stakes laid in such a short time, they also played a little role at the moment when the Xijin cavalry rushed in, and when these Xijin cavalry rushed over, the moment the wooden stakes bounced up, at least hundreds of cavalry were knocked down.

As soon as the cavalry running in front fell to the ground, incidentally tripping the legs of the cavalry behind.

The butterfly effect was one after another, and thousands of cavalry fell on Lin one after another.

At the moment when the smoke and dust poured up, Fang Mu rushed in first: "Rush! Kill! ”

Then, more than a thousand soldiers who had been boosted by him also rushed in with broadswords.

For a while, the heads of people flew up, blood was everywhere, and seizing this gap, the soldiers of the square curtain quickly killed nearly a hundred Xijin cavalry.

Leading this Xijin cavalry is Qiu Xingjian's general Hu Qingfang, he reacted quite quickly, after being beheaded nearly a hundred cavalry, he quickly organized the chaotic cavalry team again, those who fell to the ground directly raised their swords and fought with the Southern Chu soldiers, and those who had not fallen to the ground rushed directly into the chaotic battle, rushed straight out of the battle circle, and continued to pursue those Southern Chu people, and some of them also brought up the heads of some Southern Chu soldiers.

"Brothers, stop me, don't let them kill my people in Nanchu..."

The square curtain that had just pulled out the sword from the body of a Xijin cavalryman saw the hundreds of cavalry rushing towards him, and his roar was hoarse, and then hundreds of Nanchu soldiers pursued him.

Seeing that there were more and more cavalrymen chasing after him, Fang Mu brandished his war knife, drove the soldiers around him in the direction of that side, and continued to roar: "Stop me, leave it to me here, and stop them for me if you die, but if there is anyone who retreats, I will be the first to kill him." ”

"Kill~"

With such a leader who is not afraid of death, the morale of these Southern Chu soldiers is bound to be high, and the crowd is angry, and four or five hundred soldiers with war knives ignore the Xijin cavalry chasing behind them, and just chase the Xijin cavalry chasing the people.

But in the same way, the strength of Fang Mu's side was suddenly reduced, and he took more than 300 people, facing nearly a thousand dismounted Xijin cavalry, and was engulfed in an instant.

Far away, the long line of civilians was still moving, and Ji Ke was running back and forth on a war horse, commanding the soldiers to maintain the order of the people's migration, and commanding hundreds of soldiers to intercept the Xijin cavalry that was trying to rush in.

He himself cut down many cavalry as he went back and forth.

But he was calm, and he knew that the priority was not to fight these Sijin cavalry, but to evacuate the people first.

These civilians had no combat power, and once they were scattered by Sikin's cavalry and fell into a chaotic battle, they would surely suffer heavy casualties.

For a time, the wasteland in the south of Yingzhou City was filled with smoke and dust, and the shouts of killing shook the world, and the forces of both sides were divided into several battlefields, with dozens of rao and hundreds of rao, but it was difficult to see how many of their own people and how many enemies were there?

Zhang Xiang stood on the west city wall, and could only see the smoke and dust from afar.

At this moment, he no longer had the heart to care about whether the curtain would be able to stop Xijin's cavalry, because Xijin's remaining 20,000 troops were already preparing to attack the city.

He had just over a thousand people.

How to keep? He has no bottom in his heart.

He knew that he couldn't hold it, he just wanted to buy a little more time for the people who had withdrawn from the city.

In order to create the illusion that there were many soldiers defending the city, he had the soldiers build many human-shaped wooden stakes on the city wall out of wood overnight, and then draped all the soldiers' clothes on the wooden stakes, and each wooden stake was equipped with a spear.

He stood in several rows of these wooden stakes, and from a distance, the figures on the city wall were scattered, but they were also quite imposing.

However, he understood that this effect could not last long, and once Xijin attacked the city, he could find that these were all dummies.

At five o'clock, the siege army of Xijin was all pushed to the west of Yingzhou City, and they were waving their flags, and their momentum was like a rainbow.

The three crashing cars had been parked three hundred meters away, aimed at the city gate, perhaps because of the lesson of the catapult being destroyed, this time they also learned to behave, and set up two rows of shield soldiers in front of the collision to prevent the Nanchu archers from attacking with fire again, behind them were five thousand cavalry, and after that, the infantry soldiers.

The Xijin army takes cavalry as the main force and infantry as the auxiliary, whether it is attacking a city or encountering in the field, it is a cavalry breakthrough and infantry advances.

Since the rise of the Northern Liao Iron Cavalry, Xijin was once shadowed by the Northern Liao Iron Cavalry, over the years, Xijin has been inspired by the Northern Liao Iron Cavalry, and has also developed a kind of heavy cavalry for the Iron Harrier.

It's just that this kind of heavy cavalry is currently scarce, according to only 3,000 people, and it is not possible to fight long distances, so it needs a certain amount of reserve supplies.

This time, Xijin attacked Chu in order to seize Yingzhou quickly, so it was the light cavalry that was dispatched to make a surprise tactic by means of a rapid march, so this kind of iron harrier was not dispatched.

Of course, just in the face of the 5,000 light cavalry under the city now, nearly 20,000 infantry soldiers are enough for Zhang Xiang to sigh.

Zhang Xiang ordered all the soldiers on the city wall to be ready for battle, and before that, he had already ordered that as long as Xijin attacked the city, even if he tried his last breath, he would fight a decisive battle with the Xijin people to the end.

When he decided to stay and defend the city, he didn't really think about whether he could get out alive.

For him, a person who has been reborn once, life and death have long been downplayed.

But if he can live, no one wants to die, but at this time, he knows very well that if no one stands up to cheer up these soldiers defending the city, then these soldiers can only become deserters, or prisoners, or corpses.

The spirit of a general is very important for the encouragement of a group of soldiers, to be able to become a soldier, they are not afraid of death in their bones, they just lack spirit, if there is no spirit, then knowing that it is a dead end, who is willing to resist?

This is the same as the class division of this era, the concept of superior and inferior people imprinted in the hearts of princes, nobles and commoners, and the commoners know that they are inferior, so they dare not resist the rules formulated by the superior people, and dare not resist the imperial power, because the imperial power, the rules have formed a mountain in their hearts, and they can't resist at all.

Over time, the weakness in the bones is formed, and they are bullied.

Zhang Xiang is not a person of this era, so naturally he does not have this concept, which also causes a lot of injustice and sorrow in his heart when facing this era.

Only those free-spirited scholars like Yang Li and those willful and reckless people such as the Snow God Sect and the Eighteen Villages of Penghu dare to resist.

On a certain level, Zhang Xiang admires these rebellious spirits.

Of course, admiration is not the same as approval, and although their spirit is commendable, their practice is only an extreme personal behavior, which does not guide everyone, and even to a large extent is the enemy of the people, so that is not the right approach.

The same is true of the soldiers who defended the city with him, and if he retreats, no one will dare to resist.

There has to be a forerunner who stands up and gives them guidance.

"Soldiers, I don't know how many of us can live today, but even if one of us is still standing, we must not let these Xijin barbarians cross a step across the boundary of my Nanchu territory, behind us are our wives, children, fathers, mothers, our relatives, our compatriots, if they are allowed to take this step today, then in the future, it will be our relatives who will die, our compatriots, if we can exchange our lives for all their lives, then we deserve to die, we are worth it."

"Die as you deserve, drive away the Xijin barbarians, and protect my Nanchu rivers and mountains."

"Protect me from the South Chu River and Mountain..."

“……”

On the city wall, an exciting shout sounded, and thousands of people shouted tens of thousands of momentum.

"Rush..."

At the same time, under the city walls, the Xijin army, which was only two miles away, launched a siege.

Thousands of cavalry rushed over, and behind them were infantry soldiers with ladders.

On the city wall, a round of arrows from the archers has been shot, the people under the city wall have turned on their backs, and many cavalry have fallen on the rain, but this offensive naturally can't stop the infantry soldiers who rushed to the city wall.

In the distance, the Sijin archers also fired a round of arrows at the city wall.

The shield men hurriedly took cover, and the archers, who were unfortunate enough to be shot, fell from the city walls.

At this time, the Xijin infantry had already set up rows of ladders, and the Xijin people climbed the ladders with their swords.

Zhang Xiang carried a knife and took the lead at one of the battlements, and when he saw the Xijin people who climbed up the ladder, he did not hesitate to cut down.

Now that he has been able to use some internal strength, there are few places where he can exert himself, and this time he has defended the city, and his cultivation for so long has finally come in handy.

Although the internal strength of his cultivation is too fourth- or fifth-rate compared to the Jianghu people, it is still more than enough in the face of these soldiers, and with one sword, he directly cut off the arm of the first Xijin person who rushed up.

Blood shot out and sprayed directly on Zhang Xiang's face.

"Happy... Hahaha..."

He slammed it on his face, and then laughed a little maniacally.

Then he swung his sword and slashed down the two neighbors again.

At this moment, more and more Sijin soldiers poured up from the battlements of the city wall, and those archers had already thrown away their bows and arrows and drew their swords.

Compared with yesterday, today's siege of Xijin is obviously much smoother, after all, there are only 1,000 people defending the city today, and yesterday's catapults have smashed a lot of places on the west side of the city wall, so it is much easier to attack today.

The success of the siege also made many Xijin people wonder for a while, because they found that many Southern Chu soldiers actually did not stop them.

It was only when they found that many Nanchu soldiers were motionless that someone reacted and shouted: "It's all dummies, don't be afraid, fight..."

At this moment, Zhang Xiang didn't know how many people he had cut down, he was carrying a big knife and slashing with the steady stream of Xijin soldiers, all the way from the west city wall to the east city wall, and from the east side to the west side, he was slashing and killing at the same time while shouting: "Kill the Xijin barbarians, protect me Nanchu River and Mountain..."

"Kill the Xijin barbarians, protect my Nanchu rivers and mountains..."

Then, when those Nanchu soldiers heard his voice, they would also yell along with him.

Although, the result is not much use for eggs.

But, this is morale.

To a certain extent, it can also affect the momentum of Xijinrao.

Corpses kept falling down the walls.

On the city wall, the piles of corpses gradually overlapped.

Today, although the siege of Xijinrao is not as fierce as yesterday, it is even more tragic than yesterday, and almost all of them are filled with human lives.

By the time the Southern Chu soldiers had lost nearly half of their lives, the Xijin people had already lost about 5,000 people.

Under the leadership of Zhang Xiang, although the soldiers defending the city of Southern Chu were brave, there were still Xijin soldiers who were not afraid of death and kept climbing the ladder, some were cut down with a knife just after climbing the battlement, and some were directly smashed by the corpses of their companions in the middle of the climb.

But no matter what the outcome, it didn't stop them.

Zhang Xiang was already red-eyed, covered in blood, his own, and his enemies, he had been stabbed three times in the arm with the knife, several times in the back, and an arrow in his left shoulder.

He broke the arrow, then tore off his clothes, wrapped a layer around his body, and continued to kill.

It's just that, looking at the Nanchu soldiers who fell one by one, he gradually felt physically exhausted.

There are too many people in Xijin, even if they kill him, they will exhaust him to death.

At the beginning, the Southern Chu soldiers could still slash and kill an enemy with two or three people, and then slowly, one to one, and now, it has been replaced by two or three Xijin people to slash and kill a Southern Chu soldier.

At this time, on the city wall, the number of Western Jinrao was already several times more than that of the Southern Chu soldiers.

He had gradually lost sight of how many people he still had, and at a glance, they were all enemies.

Only about half of the more than twenty guards around him remained, two of them supporting him, and the others were still fighting with the Xijin people who came to fight.

It's just that the number is slowly decreasing.

"The colt... Hold on..."

In the blurred vision, the voices of the guards were heard.

Zhang Xiang shook his head violently, and instinctively slashed forward, directly cutting down an oncoming Xijin man to the ground.

"Horses, there are too many enemies, we have to find a way to evacuate."

The voice of the guard was heard again.

Zhang Xiang red-eyed: "It can't be withdrawn, the people haven't finished withdrawing yet." ”

"However, if we hold on, we will all die, it doesn't matter if we die, but you can't die."

"Everyone is a human being, you are a human being, a soldier is also a human being, I am also a human being, no one can die, and no one cannot die, can't you see? The soldiers are still killing the enemy, how can I retreat? ”

"But..."

"Don't, but, this is an order, hold me, keep killing me, kill these bitches..."