This devilish thought drove him to grit his teeth again and again and order his soldiers to attack the city, and then failed again and again. It's like hitting a giant who has lost its strength and is crumbling.

An Shixian is gambling, every time he is gambling, for so many years, he has gambled many times, followed Qin Wen, fought the foundation of Mangyuan City, along the way, these decades of hard work, he won many times, looking at the indifferent Nangong anger at the head of the city, An Shixian's eyes flashed with uncertainty and doubt, maybe, the next punch can knock him down, and the next moment, he is already in the dusty city......

Again and again, before the giant fell, An Shixian's hand began to hurt......

The other party is very tenacious, Nangong is worthy of being the first general in Nanjiao, the way of attack, and the way of using soldiers. He is good at using all the manpower and material resources that can be used in the city, and when the tung oil is exhausted, he collects the vegetable oil for cooking in the people's homes, and when the rolling wood and stones are exhausted, he demolishes the arrow towers and bluestones of the inner city wall for defense......

This is really a terrible enemy, Nangong Zhi's eyes turned red.

"Someone! Give me one more rush! Give me 10,000 people this time. Besiege the city on all sides, regardless of the main attack and secondary attack, give it all to me! ”

The sun is about to come out, and the dust pass must be taken down as soon as possible, otherwise it will fall short, he needs time, or rather, Qin Tianzhao needs time, they don't have many opportunities!

An Shixian secretly clenched his fists, and his body began to tremble slightly, I don't know if it was because of anger or fear.

Ye Qiqi's voice was hoarse, he couldn't say a word, he was covered in blood, there were his own, there were Chenguan soldiers, and even their Mangyuan soldiers, the blood of his own men and horses.

On the dusty city wall, Nangong was covered with scars and blood, but he was still like a javelin, standing straight at the head of the city, looking at the enemy formation that was about to move in the distance. Pulling the corners of his mouth, Nangong Zhi's angry face was full of contempt and fearlessness.

"They will soon attack the city again, this time the momentum is not small, brothers, cheer up, kill me, kill them as much as you can, kill them all......" Nangong's angry voice changed from small to loud, as if he was talking to himself, and for a moment, it was like roaring.

Above the city, there were countless corpses lying down, they were all Han Chinese, many of them were people and horses of Mangyuan, and there were many of them, which were brought by Liu Fa all the way from the Southern Prison, they escaped from the hands of the barbarians, killed countless enemies, defended their homes, but died under the swords of their own people.

Hearing Nangong's angry words, bursts of fire rose in everyone's eyes, they hated, this hatred was like a surging river, why, why did they have infighting, no one answered them, they would use their hands to kill a bloody way out.

"Kill!"

The earth-shattering shouts of killing sounded from the top of the city, and a huge flagpole waved in the wind from the top of the city, and every moment, it seemed to fall and break, but it always stood tall!

Xin He was also covered in blood, and said with a smile when he heard this: "Attack, let's just defend, it's not a big deal, a group of rabble, rabble!" ”

His tone was as relaxed as inviting a friend to his house for dinner. But everyone in the city knows that everyone is actually not easy. Including the local garrison, all the soldiers defending the city combined were less than a thousand, and half of them were slightly or seriously wounded. What can nearly a thousand weak brigades do?

They can defend the city again, and then, in the frenzied attack of the enemy, like moths, they will fiercely pounce on the fire and turn into ashes, and finally they will become a cold name on the record of the dead in the Southern Prison. Perhaps, Nangong can also choose to capture the young and strong people in the city, force them to take up arms, and act as soldiers to continue to defend the city.

But Nangong was reluctant to do so. The duty of a soldier is to serve the country loyally, support the community, and protect the people. If he forced the people to take up arms and fight, what was the point of the faith he had always held?

Secondly, in this dusty pass, how many Han people are there, even if they are allowed to take up arms, will they be willing to fight for their own lives, and they may rebel in battle!

He is Nangong to control anger, he still has to keep his promise, on Qin Sufeng, he never forgot the words with Liu Fan, if he doesn't die, he has never forgotten, maybe this is his fate!

What's the point of holding on to this city? Nangong turned around angrily, quietly staring at the soldier's robe with a blank expression in front of him, his eyes were filled with a little pain, they were still young, their lives were as vigorous and brilliant as the rising sun, if there was no war, they might live to be seventy or eighty years old, when their children and grandchildren were in front of their knees, they stroked their white beards with their hands, and told the battle stories of their youth with a smile, and maybe they would blow a few words of cowhide, saying that they were one enemy and one hundred at that time, and ten thousand people should not be cloudy...... But today, they died on this ruthless battlefield because of someone's inflated ambition, and the years to come, whether they were turbulent or dull and peaceful, had nothing to do with them.

A large number of enemy troops under the city are marching around the city, and their offensive intentions are obvious, attacking the city from all sides, regardless of priority. Nangong was angry and began to be anxious, he was really anxious, after dozens of days of hard work, he couldn't take a Mangyuan City, he was very unwilling, and the soldiers and horses under his command were even more unwilling.

Ye Qiqi looked coldly at Nangong Suppression of anger at the head of the city, disgust has never been removed from his heart, he hates this person, from the beginning, he hates such a person!

Nangong Zhi glanced at everyone angrily, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, the current combat strength of the soldiers under his command, not to mention guarding the four city walls, is that one side can't resist for long, and after a fierce battle all night, their physical strength has been completely overdrawn, and some of them can't even hold their weapons steadily, and even he, the general who leads the troops, is a little shaky.

Slowly scanning everyone, Nangong's angry tone was still as firm as usual, but this time, there was a little more tragedy in his firm tone.

"Brothers. This group of thieves in Mangyuan City, they are going to attack the city again, let us take up arms again, fight with them, seek benevolence, seek righteousness and preserve righteousness, the city has been defended until now, it is not easy, you are all good! ”

"I Nangong is angry and I don't dare to lie to everyone, the reinforcements will not come, it happened too suddenly, General Liu Fa didn't have time to transfer a large army to rush to help in such a short time."

"Brother for many years, Feng also hopes that you can live well, and all of you will live to be eighty years old,...... If the city is broken, the brothers who don't want to die will lay down their weapons and surrender! I Nangong will never be responsible for controlling anger......"

The soldiers with blank expressions finally showed excited expressions, and their young faces covered with blood stains had turned the color of pig liver, as if they had been slapped in the face, humiliation, hatred, and unwillingness at this moment, like a beacon fire in the prairie fire.

"General! I'd rather die than surrender, I won't surrender to this group of despicable and shameless villains, I'd rather fight them to the end and sacrifice my life for righteousness! ”

A soldier had tears in his eyes and roared loudly, his eyes flushed red, as if tears of humiliation flowed out.

"That's right! We'd rather die than surrender! The crowd was like a pile of dry wood lit by a spark, and in an instant a fire burst into flames, and they shouted angrily and raised their long knives in their hands.

"I can still fight, I'm going to kill them!"

A soldier sat behind the arrow stack, heard Nangong's angry voice, shouted angrily, his hoarse voice was full of tragedy, one of his arms was still bleeding, one leg had been broken at the knee, his face was pale, but his eyes flashed like a wolf.

"Help Lao Tzu up, Lao Tzu will kill them all, Lao Tzu can still kill!"

The soldier struggled, but he couldn't stand up, he just kept struggling, and he looked quite funny, but no one in the city wanted to laugh, and everyone looked at him quietly, their eyes were fascinated and stunned, but their hearts were sour.

Nangong Zhinu walked over slowly, stretched out his hands, the soldier's body shrank, and he saw that Nangong Zhinu's eyes were crystal clear, and then he gritted his teeth, grabbed Nangong Zhinu, and stood up strongly.

"General Xie!"

The soldier forced out a smile, his heart was apprehensive, uneasy, and more excited.

Nangong Zhinu showed a pleased smile, he gently patted the soldier's shoulder, and then said softly: "Don't call me general, I'm a little older than you, when you say goodbye, call me big brother." Today, this dusty city may be the place where we bury our bones, and let us fight! Let those disloyal and unrighteous traitors in the city see what it means to be loyal and righteous, and what it means to regard death as home! ”

"Death as home, death as home!"