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As the foot soldiers of the Zhao army reinforcements began to pour onto the wall, the resistance of the Liangzhou soldiers on the wall became weaker and weaker. Although Fang Cai's resolute resistance on the camp walls on the southeast side caused heavy casualties to the Zhao army, after all, the enemy was outnumbered and held out for about half an hour, and these Liangzhou soldiers were finally defeated.

Compared with those unorganized and undisciplined Lingju soldiers, the advantage of the Guangwu soldiers is that even if they are outmatched in the situation, they are highly organized and fight and retreat, moving closer to the direction of friendly troops or commanders. In today's situation, the only ones who can make them feel a little safer are their respective managers.

Although at this time on the camp wall, there was no standard-bearer holding a large flag. However, the bright armor of the hundred generals Li Yanzhao wore made these Guangwu soldiers who were still resisting on the camp wall and some of the Lingju county soldiers find the backbone, and they all fought and retreated towards him.

However, in two quarters of an hour, most of the soldiers on the camp wall had already gathered around Li Yanzhao. There are still sporadic resistance in places ahead. It was too late to retreat to this place, and they were unwilling to surrender, and fought to the death with the Zhao army.

Li Yanzhao's eyes were full of tears, and he looked at the soldiers gathered under his command, and more and more, some of them were young, and some of them were old. Some of them stand like iron towers, while others are a little thin and thin. Some of them fought bloody battles all night, and their faces were hideous and terrifying, while others were still afraid and shrunk their heads. However, at this time, on this camp wall, which was already hopeless to defend, Li Yanzhao no longer had any wisdom and strategy to use, and there was no longer a trace of luck hoping to escape.

He knew in his heart that since he was appointed as the acting Sima, this responsibility had been shouldered on his shoulders along with his own life. Although the scouts were out in all directions, there were still some omissions, so that the enemy took advantage of the rain and night to raid, and he really had nothing to say. Is this the so-called fate?

Li Yanzhao looked up at the sky, and there was still sporadic rain falling in the sky, dripping into his lips, but there was a little bitter taste. Scenes from past and present lives began to echo in his mind repeatedly. He has been a human being in two lives, but he still can't escape the cage of fate, and he has walked in this turbulent world, but after all, he has not been able to change the bleak reality in this world.

In this short confrontation time, with only half a pillar of incense, many pictures have flashed in Li Yanzhao's heart. A voice in the darkness seemed to call him: Break the cauldron and die here, and you can return to the original world and continue your own ordinary life......

Li Yanzhao's originally closed eyes suddenly opened. The soldiers beside him all saw that this Li Sima's eyes seemed to suddenly radiate a strange look. He drew his sword in his hand, and his face was fearless!

Isn't it just fighting to the death and not retreating? Li Yanzhao, who served as a soldier in two lifetimes, has always had a long-cherished wish in his heart to die on the battlefield and be shrouded in horse leather. The dignity of a soldier that has always haunted his heart also prompted him to make the decision to fight to the death.

Li Yanzhao's face was solemn, he looked around, and said loudly: "If we retreat, these Zhao soldiers on the wall can go down to the camp wall and attack the robes who are fighting to the death at the camp gate on both sides!" I have decided to fight to the death in this land, and among you are those who have followed me for a long time, and there are those who have recently come under my rule. However, I, Li Yanzhao, swear here, this battle is a dead end, there is no hope of a turnaround, all the monarchs are willing to fight, willing to go alive, Li will never stop it! ”

After a pause, Li Yanzhao raised his hand and pointed to the west camp gate that had not yet been besieged: "The Zhao army is not besieged on the west side, may the living still escape!" It's just that there is a word for advice to you. Jincheng fell, and the next step for Zhao soldiers would be to capture Guangwu and Guzang. Even Dunhuang and the West Sea! You can escape today, you can escape tomorrow, and you will flee to the end, and there will still be a time when there is no escape! ”

After that, Li Yanzhao had already pushed aside the soldiers in front of him, and rushed towards the Zhao army on the camp wall with his knife!

Han Ning, who was in the big tent of the Chinese army, felt lonely at this time, extremely lonely.

At this time, he stayed alone in the big tent of the Chinese army, and there were shouts of killing everywhere, and the shouts and scoldings mixed with all kinds of nonsense were constantly transmitted to his ears, making his heart extremely painful and tormented.

The fall of the camp was almost a foregone conclusion. Similar to Li Yanzhao, the pride and dignity in his heart will never allow him to abandon the camp and flee. The enemy burned the pontoon bridge in the morning, and then suddenly attacked at night, and there was nowhere to call for reinforcements. From the already weak defense force of Jincheng County, it was something he couldn't think of to draw reinforcements.

Han Ning stood in front of the big tent of the Chinese army, and now he wants to write a suicide note, but he doesn't know how to write it. His uncle Han Pu was also besieged in the Longxi region at this time, and most of them spent the hard battle. Compared with Jicheng, which has been besieged so far, what qualifications does he have to complain.

On the camp wall on the southeast side, Li Yanzhao had already led his troops to start a fight with the Zhao soldiers who attacked the camp wall. Han Ning saw it really clearly, Li Yanzhao rushed forward first, fighting hard with Zhao Jun, and the soldiers behind him followed closely, as if they were advancing and retreating together. None of the hundreds of Guangwu soldiers on the camp wall escaped. They were all fighting for their lives at this time. There were people falling down on the camp walls, but soon there were soldiers in the rear who stepped forward to fill the vacancies, and they always showed an indomitable attitude, and I don't know what kind of force prompted them to fight so tenaciously.

Li Yanzhao was stabbed twice more in the forearm of his left hand and right leg, although the knife did not penetrate the flesh deeply, but the faint pain from time to time still made his movements gradually slow down.

On his side, a group of soldiers had already crossed him and continued to fight forward. Li Yanzhao struggled to stand up straight, not willing to be left behind, and continued to try to walk forward, although the knife in his hand was no longer sharp after a long time of fighting, but the dark red coagulated plasma on the knife body was chilling.

"Li Sima, please take a moment and wait for the old decay to come forward and fight for a while!" Li Yanzhao followed the prestige, it was the old men who were moving forward bravely, and an old man looked back at him and said earnestly.

Li Yanzhao took a few steps and kept up with the pace of those old men: "Li has already sworn that he will fight here today!" We must move forward with you! After a pause, Li Yanzhao looked sideways at the old man: "I don't know what the old man is called?" ”

"The old man's surname is Yang, and his name is Guangzhu!" The old man replied, and then said no more.

Li Yanzhao looked at the old man's side and back, as if he wanted to use all his memory to record the old man's voice and smile. Maybe once today is over, the two will only see each other under the Yellow Spring.

The Zhao army in front was also desperately moving forward, and the two groups of people and horses soon collided in one place, the two sides of the sword and sword, you come and go, no one will take a step back. Li Yanzhao saw that his subordinates were stagnant, and he had seen the battle in front of him, he didn't care about the pain at this time, and hurriedly stepped forward a few steps, and then rushed to the front line, and continued to fight with the large number of Zhao troops on the opposite side.

As the number of Zhao troops gradually increased, and the physical strength of his own front row soldiers continued to be consumed, more and more Guangwu soldiers fell around Li Yanzhao. He rushed to the front line, slashing several people in a row, and the wounds on his body were involved, and he grinned incessantly.

Two or three Zhao Jun foot soldiers seemed to see Li Yanzhao's identity, and they approached together. And Li Yanzhao reluctantly raised his right hand, and swung his sword to fight with these three people for several rounds. After all, because of his lack of physical strength, he was kicked between his chest and abdomen by one of Zhao Jun, and fell down uncontrollably.

With a bang, Li Yanzhao fell to the ground heavily. Then, he struggled to get up, but it was involved in many wounds on his body, causing pain in his heart, which made him break out in a cold sweat.

In Li Yanzhao's sight, the faces of the three Zhao soldiers gradually appeared, and at this time they were walking with a cruel smile, each of them raised the long knife in their hands and slashed at him! For mobile phone users, please browse M. Reading for a better reading experience.