Chapter 270: The Flag Does Not Fall (There are about four below)

The orange red emitted by the setting sun dyed Anling City even more tragically. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The soldier lying on the edge of the battlement, his arms hanging at the mouth of the battlement, his eyes not closed. He was probably looking down at the city, and the look in his eyes had all faded. It can't be seen that when he died, he was terrified, or he cursed and hated the Qingjun under the city.

There was one at the gate, and his face was covered with flesh. Judging from the costumes, it is a Qingguo person. There was rubble hidden in the red and white puddle of brain pulp next to his head. It can probably be guessed that he had the good wish to open up the frontier for Qingguo, and on the way to climb the ladder, he was unfortunately hit in the head by the sharp stone smashed down from the city, opened the scoop, and fell to the ground with a whimper.

After his death, the treatment of Chen Guoren and Qingguo people did not seem to be much different.

The biggest difference is that the guy who comes out of the brain is more loved by flies and mosquitoes. Countless buzzing black objects entangled in each corpse. If it were tomorrow, it would probably be time for the fleshy maggots to appear, and they would gnaw the soldiers who had died tragically into bloody bones.

The sunset is red, the blood is red, and the whites of people's eyes are full of blood.

There are still defenders in Anling City, and they have not yet been defeated.

Their flags are still flying high in the sky above Anling City, the orange of the sunset, the bright red of human blood, no more brilliant and dazzling when the flag is flying.

Their flag has not yet fallen.

Chang Yun's eyes were blood-red, and not far from him, Chu Li's corpse was lying quietly. said that it was a corpse, because Chang Yun stretched out his finger and pointed under Chu Li's nose four times, but he still didn't feel the warmth spurting from his nose.

And Chang Yun hugged this old corpse into his arms for a long, long time, and the old man, who had always been elegant in his arms, did not rise up to resist.

Why doesn't he think I smell?

Chang Yun asked himself in his heart, as a raunchy general, he would inevitably have a deeper smell than others. The civil officials he met in the court on weekdays, and those who were excessive, even directly said that he stink.

Being held in the arms of a smelly guy, why didn't Chu Li react at all.

Even if he scolds loudly, it doesn't matter if he hits Chang Yun in the chest.

But he didn't.

Chu Li's corpse lay quietly, because it was a dead man, he couldn't speak, he couldn't be unwavering, he couldn't be confident and calm, and he didn't move at all.

Probably only when a few breezes blew, the snow-white hair swayed gently a few times.

Chang Yun gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground and shouted, "Qing thief, I'm fighting with you!" ”

There were hundreds of soldiers around him, all of them with colors. Occasionally, a few lucky ones were unharmed, and they also looked exhausted.

They were tired.

Chang Yun just got up and knelt beside Chu Li again.

When he got up and looked around, he realized that there weren't many soldiers left. The team of the defenders of Anling City was all squandered by him in the crazy attack of the Qing army in an afternoon.

What distressed him the most was that the Thunder Battalion, which the general regarded as a treasure, seemed to have been wiped out. At least this is the case here, and he has not had time to watch the situation of the other three city gates.

Chang Yun has been in decline for a long time, from sunset to moon rising.

It was dark, and with a torch in his hand, he walked through the city full of corpses. Stumbling all the way, the ground was dark, and he stepped on it from time to time, feet, palms, arms, thighs and head.

"How's it going, how's it going over here?" Chang Yun trembled his voice and asked the battalion deputy who collapsed on the ground, fortunately, he was still alive.

The battalion deputy was about to get up and salute, but Chang Yun waved his hand to stop it. He could see it, and he knew in his heart, that this guy was probably very tired. Otherwise, according to his usual meticulous appearance, it would be absolutely impossible for him to collapse to the ground at this time.

Everyone was tired.

The battalion deputy opened his mouth and said, "There are less than 400 people left...... I...... I ......"

Chang Yun patted this guy who was a few years younger than himself, and said in a comforting tone: "You have done your best, maybe tomorrow...... Forget it, get a good night's rest. ”

Chang Yun originally planned to say that maybe there would be a turnaround tomorrow, maybe he could hold it tomorrow, maybe the general's army would start tomorrow, maybe the Qing army would have been repulsed by this time tomorrow.

It's just that a lot of things will happen tomorrow, and there will be a lot of possibilities tomorrow.

It's just that these have nothing to do with the defenders of Anling City, and the defenders of Anling City are coming to an end in the long river of history.

He knew that Liu Tingfeng would definitely aim at tonight's opportunity, attack again, and completely take Anling City.

After walking around the other two city gates, Chang Yun found that the situation on the side of the battalion deputy had been calculated. The entire defenders of Anling City now have a total of less than 1,000 people, but they are guarding the city gate on all sides.

After gathering all these people at the main gate, Chang Yun told them to rest well for a night and recuperate.

In his heart, he said to himself: "General, the Tiger Pioneer General Changyun has done his best so far. ”

Although in Changyun's words, less than a thousand soldiers were concentrated here in order to concentrate their forces against the Qing army. In fact, everyone already knows in their hearts, and their next fate is death.

Suddenly, a soldier stood up, and he roared in a hoarse voice: "Do you remember Governor Chu's words, do you want to die in embarrassment, or are you like me, waiting to cut off the heads of a few Qingguo people and then die?" ”

"Count me in!"

"Of course you can't die like this, Lao Tzu's life is more noble than the thieves in Qingguo, and you must cut off a few more of their heads."

"The Qingguo thief who went to 'him' and 'mom', still wants me to die of grievances?"

Morale was suddenly high.

Chang Yun also cheered up a little, and he said to the soldiers who were boiling with blood: "Since you still want to fight, then leave the city gate and go to the houses in the city." Take advantage of the fact that we know the roads in the city better than the people of Qingguo, and avenge the brothers during the day. ”

Street fighting is indeed a good idea, since the city is destined to be broken, and if you want to take more blood from the people of Qingguo in return, street fighting is undoubtedly the best choice now.

So, Chang Yun and others abandoned the city and got into the people's houses one by one. Now, the people have long been hiding in the rear city, using this place as a battlefield, but it will not cause much damage.

After a torch burned the important materials, Chang Yun and his subordinates waited for the Qingguo people to enter the city gate in the alley house with his subordinates.

Sure enough, at this moment, the horn of the Qingguo people attacking remembered again.

On their ladders, their siege caravans slammed into the gates.

However, the banner of the defenders of Anling City is still flying!