The news of the siege of Chengdu, like a spark on the grassland, rose in an instant and spread in all directions.

The envoys sent by Chen Longzhi rushed to all directions like sparks, and they completed their tasks very dutifully, and spread the news to the place as soon as possible.

But it didn't work very well.

Because there were no reinforcements to drive over.

There is a reason for this, in the entire land of Bashu, the strength of the officials and troops of the Song Dynasty is almost concentrated in the hands of the two envoys, among which Chen Longzhi's strength is the strongest, and the people who can fight are there with him, and the ten thousand people pinched by Peng Daya, who squatted in Gongzhou Mansion to build a city, are all newly recruited soldiers, and it is okay to repair the city and build the city, and they want to go to the battlefield to fight to the death with the Mongols, but I am afraid that they will escape before they can do it.

As for the prefects who were trapped in other state capitals, they were afraid of losing their own protection, and they did not have the strength and courage to risk rescuing the heavily besieged Chengdu City.

Chengdu and Hanzhou City, which is further north than it, are like two lonely little reefs in the vast ocean, standing tenaciously in the wind and waves, a wave hits over, looks as if it is about to be swallowed, and once the waves pass, it shows its head again.

It's been a month.

The corpses under the city of Chengdu are piled up.

The city wall, which had been repaired and solidified, became dilapidated again, and many places showed collapses, and a section of the city wall near the north gate was even smashed out of a fork five or six zhang long by stone bullets, which was only one zhang high from the ground, and the Mongolian soldiers did not need to carry ladders, but could climb into the city with corpses.

In recent days, around this opening, the Mongol army and the Song army have waged a desperate struggle, and every day there are several times more soldiers falling here than in other places, the Mongols want to rush in, and the Song soldiers want to block it.

It was nearly dusk, and the last wave of attacks before sunset was coming to an end, and the Mongols' last attempt to storm the fork with their rain-down crossbows against the wall was in full swing.

"Kill!"

Dutong Qin Zhongxiao's left hand shield and right hand knife, like a god of war, stood at the front of the fork, slashed fiercely, and wiped the long knife with countless holes through the neck of a Mongolian soldier.

The Mongolian soldier was covered in armor, only his neck was not protected, he dropped the iron bone in his hand that was bigger than his head, covered the huge wound on his neck with both hands, and let the blood soar to the old high, screaming "hehe" in his mouth, staring at his eyes, and stumbling towards Qin Zhongxiao.

Qin Zhongxiao dodged, kicked him with a kick, raised the shield in his left hand, and shot a cold arrow into the shield with a "bang".

"Quickly set up the wooden fence!" He took advantage of this short gap and turned around and shouted: "Abandon the idea of the northern captive!" ”

Behind him, there stood two rows of Song soldiers standing side by side with him, spears like forests, strong shields like walls, bloody blades pointed at the base of the wall, where a large group of black-pressed Mongols were crawling.

Behind them, the brigade of Minzhuang and Song soldiers were nervously tying up wooden fences, and the logs thicker than people's thighs were erected one by one, arranged into a wooden wall, and the arrows falling from the sky fell into the piles of people from time to time, taking away the lives of people with miserable screams.

"Shield, gun!" Qin Zhongxiao drank violently, his voice was a little hoarse, he couldn't remember how many enemies he had killed today, his arm was almost unconscious, and the mechanical swing of the knife had paralyzed his nerves.

Another group of Mongolian soldiers climbed the base of the wall, they were all heavily armored, and the armor made of several layers of cowhide was light and solid, and the first one, shouting words that Qin Zhongxiao did not understand, cut down a heavy axe.

This Mongolian has several arrows stuck in his body, and the white feathers are still a little beautiful when they are swaying on the armor, but Qin Zhongxiao has no time to appreciate it, the power of the heavy axe is enough to open the mountain and crack the stone, he doesn't dare to use the shield to block it, and dodge it.

The foot was crossed, the shield in the left hand waved, and the shield surface hit the back of the Mongolian soldier like a hammer, and the Mongolian soldier was hit by inertia and the shield and fell to the ground.

Qin Zhongxiao's right hand did not stop, he suddenly stepped up, and opened a spear that pierced his eyes, and the bright spearhead grazed his forehead, cutting a bloody hole.

His strength has reached the end of his power, and in normal times, this kind of block can completely block the spearhead far away.

From morning to evening, the Mongol wheel attacks did not stop for a moment, and Tahai was already furious, and the time spent under the city of Chengdu was too long to be tolerated.

The Mongols did not stop, and of course the Song army, which had no choice, could not stop, and unlike the Mongols, they could not rest.

There are only so many people in the city, there are enemies on all sides, and there must be people watching on each side, and it is impossible for there to be a reserve team to rest in rotation.

Exhaustion is the same feeling of every Song soldier fighting on the city wall, everyone is desperate, for death, people have become numb, waving knives and fighting as if it is just to complete a task, a task with no end in sight.

Chen Longzhi was on the other wall of the north gate, although the battle here was not as fierce as at the fork, but it was just as cruel, the Mongol soldiers did not distinguish between feints and main attacks, and the forces invested in each place were equally fierce.

His sword had long been broken, I don't know where it was lost, what he was holding in his hand was a stepping crossbow, he held the crossbow so steadily, arrow after arrow aimed at the heads of the people swarming under the city and fired, his fingers had bled because of the long-term pull of the bowstring, and the blood stained the whole crossbow red, and even the arrows shot out were with dots of blood.

From time to time, arrows from the city plunged into the bricks of the wall in front of him, or flew over his head and into the sky. Chen Longzhi didn't realize it, and still repeated the process of buttoning the string, loading the arrow, aiming, and launching, without any confusion.

From time to time, a soldier covered in blood would come and report to him the situation in various places, and then he would stop and give instructions one after another, and the soldier who had received the instructions would leave in a hurry, and then he would continue to shoot arrows.

His own military camp fought with him on this section of the city wall, and not far from the inner side of the city wall, the Chen family, together with the women and children in the city, carried the bricks and stones to the city one by one, and his ten-year-old son was also mixed in.

No one is idle, everyone who wants to live, is thrown in.

When the twilight overshadowed the last rays of the sun and the crescent moon leaped into the deep blue sky, the Mongols finally retreated, and they did not choose to fight at night.

The tired defenders of Chengdu City breathed a sigh of relief, today is another day to spend alive.

"Qin Zhongxiao, Qin Commandery, died in battle." A soldier came over and told Chen Longzhi the news: "But the wooden fence has been erected, and the stones will be laid overnight tonight, and the fork in the city wall will be restored to normal tomorrow morning." ”

Chen Longzhi silently lowered his head and looked at the ground, the crossbow leaning against his hand, and the blood was still dripping down the bowstring.

"Put away his body, put it in a coffin, and bury it." He said briefly, wrapping a cloth around the wound on the palm of his hand: "So that even if the city is broken, the Mongols will not destroy his bones." In the future, when I have time, I will dig it out and rebuild the grave. ”

The soldier took the order. Chen Longzhi sat for a while, stood up, and led people to start patrolling the city, and the city walls everywhere had to be looked at after fierce battles.

The soldiers and civilians at the head of the city lay down on the spot one after another, waiting for the firehead army to bring food, and began to rest in a daze.

No one noticed that after Chen Longzhi left, Tian Shixian, the capital of the north gate, quietly led a group of people to the north gate cave.

At the beginning of the night, it was the most lax moment of the day for the Song army, and the people who were extremely tired after the war were the least vigilant, and the original defenders here were easily separated by Tian Shixian.

The knife carts and stones that blocked the gates were removed, the latches as thick as the beams were removed, and the gates, which the Mongols had not been able to open for a month, were opened.

When the guards on the city wall were surprised to see that a large group of men and horses were approaching the north gate in the dark, it was too late.

"Enemy attack!" A terrible shout of warning echoed in the night sky. It was accompanied by the thunderous sound of horses' hooves.

Chen Longzhi, who hurriedly led the army over after receiving the news, saw the sky-high fire burning at the north gate halfway up.

The Mongol soldiers who poured in from the north gate rushed along the streets to the city, and the Mongols on horseback flooded the city in an instant like a stream of night owls.

The Sichuan system made Chen Longzhi run the city of Chengdu for a long time, and it was lost overnight.

(End of chapter)