Li Tingzhi breathed a sigh of relief, thinking in his heart that he had finally sent this scoundrel away, what he said just now was deliberately said by Li Tingzhi, just to make Fan Wenhu's face look better, but he said that Fan Wenhu's consideration was improper, and he did not mention that he deliberately recruited Zhao Rui's firearms soldiers.

After this catastrophe, Zhao Gong also thanked Li Tingzhi for them, they actually didn't want to delay too much time in Yingzhou, and after getting supplemented, they had to get close to Fancheng as soon as possible, waiting for the opportunity to deal a major blow to the Yuan army, and it could be regarded as a combination with Zhao Rui, in order to relieve the siege of Fancheng.

So Li Tingzhi took them to replenish supplies.

Zhao Rui has not come down from the tower of Fancheng for a long time, his brows have been twisted into the word Sichuan, and now the surrounding Yuan army has transferred this team and gathered a few places, and the troops on the Xiangyang side have also been transferred a lot, with a posture of all-out siege.

This is too bad, Zhao Rui only has a thousand musketeers on his side, and the amount of ammunition is also limited, Zhao Rui can't see any hope of winning now.

But Zhao Rui's belief has not weakened by half a point, if Zhao Rui didn't care about the Yuan Dynasty's rule of the Southern Song Dynasty before, then now it is simply intolerable.

When the Yuan army slaughtered Taiyuan Prefecture, Zhao Rui already regarded the Yuan Dynasty as a mortal enemy, since it was a mortal enemy, then don't stay until after any development forces, that is, to lose their strength bit by bit.

Moreover, in history, because the Anti-Japanese War in Fancheng was too fierce, the Yuan army also carried out a brutal massacre of Fancheng!

Zhao Rui thought that he had no way to leave this time, as long as he had a breath, he would never let the Yuan army succeed, although the Southern Song Dynasty people were like mustard in the eyes of their Yuan army, but in the current Zhao Rui concept, everyone's life is unique, and no force is allowed to trample on it!

Especially the tragic death of those old and young women and children, Zhao Rui couldn't imagine that it was done by people, didn't their Yuan army have wives and children, how could they do such a thing that people and gods were angry about!

Although there was hatred in his heart, Zhao Rui believed that Yuan Jun was also a human being, and he didn't want to kill in vain at all.

In line with his own beliefs, Zhao Rui still shouted towards the closest Yuan army team to him.

"Hey! I'm Zhao Rui, and I want to talk to your generals! ”

Zhao Rui was full of energy, and his voice spread far away.

At this time, a few Tartar soldiers were probing their brains behind the earthen wall, and when they saw that there was no danger, they came out to look at Zhao Rui, like a fool, watching him speak.

The officers and soldiers in the city also looked at Zhao Rui's back in a daze, they were confused by this prince, the matter has come to this, what else is there to say?

Zhao Rui couldn't see the action of anyone to invite the generals, thinking that they were careful, so he said directly aloud: "All the Yuan troops listen, I am Zhao Rui, I have powerful firearms, but I don't want to kill too many people, so, your Yuan army leaves Xiangfan as soon as possible, I can guarantee that no one will die!" ”

This...... Is this persuasion?

Whether it was the Yuan army or the people in Fancheng, they all had an incredible expression, thinking about how this famous prince could be so simple, saying that he could stop the war by talking, so things would not have evolved into the current situation.

Zhao Rui knows all this, although he is not afraid of war, but he still has a heart of unbearable loss of life in the war.

His words seem to be heard by the Yuan army, but in fact, he is also looking for a reason for himself, if the Yuan army does not retreat, then he will not blame himself for being ruthless, the so-called doing his best to obey the destiny of heaven, and that's it.

There was a sudden silence in the air, and almost everyone stopped their movements and looked at Zhao Rui.

But the response given by the Yuan army was a steel feather arrow!

"Whoosh!"

This must have been shot by the sharpshooter in the Yuan army, and it was so powerful that it went straight to Zhao Rui's eyebrows, without the slightest deviation.

The mortal seemed to be extremely fast, which was not worth mentioning at all in Zhao Rui's eyes, and he saw that Zhao Rui held the feather arrow in the air with one hand in an exclamation, and he couldn't hurt him at all.

"That's your answer?"

Zhao Rui looked at the arrow in his hand and said as if talking to himself.

Since this is the case, Zhao Rui has no burden, and everything can only be seen on the battlefield.

Knowing that Zhao Rui, the culprit who killed countless Yuan troops, was in Fancheng, the Yuan army transferred a large number of troops from Xiangyang, and finally launched a general attack early the next morning!

The Yuan army was blocked by Xiangfan for too long, and it was time to break off.

The Yuan army had the idea of besieging Fancheng before, but the appearance of Zhao Rui made this plan much advanced. On the one hand, the Yuan army is afraid that Fancheng has received material support and has developed strength, and may support it for a longer time.

The new type of return artillery also pulled a lot from Xiangyang, and together with the previous siege of Fancheng, launched a fierce attack on the inner wall of Fancheng.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The walls of Fancheng or the city, whether it is wooden or stone houses, can not resist at all, a huge stone fell from the sky, destroying everything, wooden houses, small buildings, collapsed one after another, and even the cauldron for eating was smashed into a discus by the boulder.

Now the people of Fancheng are not afraid at all, they are even ready for street fighting, under the leadership of Fan Wenshun and Niu Fu, holding weapons, dodging the attack of the boulder, just waiting for the Tartars to rush into the city and fight to the death!

Zhao Rui with thousands of musketeers was also dodging the boulders, and in this process, Zhao Rui constantly looked at the attack density of the boulders everywhere to judge the number of return cannons in all directions.

And as the city wall continues to collapse, Zhao Rui is also looking for a position on the city wall where people can stand, after all, the lethality of musketeers can reach the maximum in high places.

Under the powerful return artillery attack, the inner city of Fancheng was shattered, but an exhilarating explosion sounded!

Just like the sound of Zhao Rui's sudden incursion, everyone in Fancheng heard it for a while, and knew that it was Zhao Rui's troops who came again.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The sound of a series of shells exploding, Zhao Rui smiled slightly, because the landing point of the shells happened to be the side where he felt that there were more cannons.

Obviously, under the leadership of Zhao Gong, the mortar is not a blind fight, but can hit the position where it should be hit.

The screams and the sound of wood breaking continued one after another, and even if Zhao Rui didn't see it, he understood that the return cannon was constantly being damaged by the mortar gun.

The Yuan army tasted the bitter fruit of the overly dense arrangement of the return artillery, and under the command of the general, they hurriedly transferred the return artillery.

But **** is so easy to get along, the dense firepower coverage does not have any dead ends at all, and the Yuan army that moved forward to return to the artillery caused heavy casualties.

In desperation, the Yuan army had no choice but to abandon the return artillery positions on this side, and the Yuan troops in other directions began a ground offensive.

Now that the inner walls of Fancheng have been seriously damaged, the Yuan army can break into the city and engage in street fighting.

As the general of the unified army, Ahri Hague was angry because of the loss of too many return guns, and gave the order to slaughter the city!

A group of Tartar soldiers armed with scimitars, bows and arrows, burst into the city with great vigour.

After years of occupation and countless casualties, today we finally have to have an understanding!

These shrunken turtles seem to be Song people, let's all die!

One by one, the Tartar soldiers rushed into the inner city of Fancheng and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the officers and soldiers stationed there.

Zhao Rui got the help of mortars, and he was overjoyed, there was no Yuan army on one side this time, and it happened that his musketeers could climb to the top of the city and strike accurately at the Yuan army pouring in from three sides.

The siege war was in full swing, and the sound of fighting and shouting shook the sky.

Xiangyang, which is close to the separation of the water, is paying full attention to the situation in Fancheng, if Fancheng falls, then Xiangyang will lose its last barrier, and it will be powerless to resist the Yuan army.

As the defender of Xiangyang City, Lu Wenhuan stood at the head of the city, looking at Fan Cheng and burst into tears, the screams that came from him were gradually destroying some of Lu Wenhuan's remaining willpower.

It's not that he didn't do his best, but this long war lasted too long and too long, not only the officers and soldiers in the city couldn't stand it, but even his own city guard couldn't hold on immediately.

Although the envoys of the Yuan Dynasty often came to persuade him to surrender before, Lu Wenhuan scoffed, but now in Lu Wenhuan's heart, he was really shaken.

Why did so many officials go to the Yuan Dynasty, why did the reinforcements of the Southern Song Dynasty retreat one after another, and why can't even eat salt in the city now? How do the soldiers defend the city?

At this time, because the officers and soldiers of Fancheng were hiding in the alley, the Yuan army released rockets again and began to burn the house on a large scale.

The streets and alleys in Fancheng, at this moment, have become the battlefield of Shura, there are constantly dead and wounded, but the two sides are still fighting with red eyes, because no matter who it is, they know that today is a battle to the death that determines the outcome of the battle, and there is no room for maneuver at all.

Zhao Rui took the musketeers to the wall and instructed: "The bullets are limited, you must shoot accurately, archers, etc., wait for the Yuan army to get close before shooting!" Well, the musket is ready to start shooting! ”

A Yuan soldier's turban had been stained red with blood, and the original yellow base cloth had been dyed red, turning into a more striking orange yellow, and then he raised the scimitar with a curled blade and slashed it heavily.

The Southern Song people in front of them are not their opponents of the Yuan army at all, their Southern Song people are hungry, and the Yuan army has been accumulating combat strength, this Tartar soldier can already imagine the next moment, the Song people in front of him are about to be cut off by their own swords.

At that time, he could feel the slight blocking sensation of cutting off his neck bone, and then there was blood gushing, this Tartar soldier was red-eyed and already enjoying the process of killing.

The Song man sitting on the ground had closed his eyes, but the butcher's knife had not fallen for a long time, and he opened it in confusion, and the vicious Tartar soldiers in front of him had stopped moving, and a blood hole suddenly appeared in his left chest, which was gurgling blood.

The Tartar covered it with his other hand in disbelief, but the blood still flowed uncontrollably from between his fingers, and the damage to his heart would be immediately fatal, and the Tartar soldier collapsed with a dull face, and the scimitar clanged against the ground.