In every tent, there was a sound of snoring of different lengths.

The soldier on duty at the door saw the big handsome, and was about to speak, but was stopped by a look.

Zhao Meng walked in lightly, and saw that many soldiers still had dried meat in their hands, something that they rarely enjoyed, and they fell asleep after chewing it, and the food in their hands was still clenched tightly.

He shook his head involuntarily and covered the soldiers with the quilts one by one.

As the master of an army, it is impossible for Zhao Meng to bow down to everything and go to every camp. After inspecting the camp where two or three soldiers were resting, the pen went to the camp of the wounded soldiers.

The atmosphere here is solemn, and occasionally some can't help but let out a muffled snort, and they all hang their heads.

Injuries on the battlefield are sometimes not inevitable but accidental, and if some people were careful, they would not have run into the wounded barracks at all.

The boy of Dahan Border County, who doesn't want to kill a few Hu people with his own hands? It's a pity that I can't do it for the time being.

"Don't wow, I don't!" Suddenly, a wounded soldier screamed in a terrible voice.

Zhao Meng frowned and walked forward quickly.

"Dashuai!" The healer hurried to salute.

"What's wrong with my brother?" Zhao Meng didn't have time to return the salute, and went up to hold the wounded soldier's hand.

"Dashuai, he's going to cut off my feet!" The wounded soldier wept silently.

"Can you keep it?" Zhao Meng was stunned for a moment and asked seriously.

"If someone asks, then they will definitely say their best." The healer smiled bitterly and said, "Dashuai, you can't!" ”

"His feet themselves were frozen to death, and now the parts of the knife and the arrow were on his feet, which was equivalent to cutting off the tendons inside. If you don't saw it off, the rest of your life will be wasted. ”

Zhao Meng closed his eyes in pain, and it took a while to open them, and he said firmly to the wounded soldiers: "Brother, listen to the words of the doctor. The healer is benevolent, and he can't come to harm you. ”

"Don't worry, if you can't live in the future, the Zhao family will take care of everything, and you will find a daughter-in-law and give birth to a lot of children."

In the romance, Guan Erye scrapes his bones and heals his wounds, which is just a made-up story.

Here, Zhao Meng grabbed the wounded soldier's hand tightly, watching the saw sawing back and forth on the bones, his heart was like a knife.

The soldier grabbed it with his backhand, his teeth rattling, but he couldn't help but scream.

The screams grew louder and louder, but they gradually decreased, and then only intermittent snorts could be heard.

When he looked up, both the healer and the wounded were sweating profusely on their foreheads.

The messenger followed at this time, and hurriedly found a cloth and gently wiped it on their faces.

The healer grabbed the rotten soles of his feet, and the saw pulled even faster. Each of the healers in the wounded barracks had to take care of many people, and no one had time to help him.

Finally, the saw in his hand was light, and it turned out that the soles of his feet were sawed off.

With a sigh of relief, the healer sat down on the ground, gasping for breath, sweat coming out of his face like a spring.

Silently walking out of the tent, there were shouts, screams, and the sound of weapons slashing into flesh from time to time from the top of the city.

Zhao Meng's heart was so confused that he didn't have the heart to see it.

"Go and call the strategist!" He lay wearily in his chair, his hands gently rubbing his temples.

"Dashuai, are you looking for me?" The drama came quickly.

"You tell your brothers not to be stingy with arrows, as long as the Hu people are in sight, shoot them at me! Shoot hard! Zhao Meng's face turned red with excitement: "Otherwise, when they get to the city, I don't know how many brothers will be injured." ”

In fact, compared with the Han people, the Xianbei people have large arm strength and strong bodies, and it generally takes two or three Han troops to suppress the Xianbei soldiers, and at least one or two more people must be added to kill the other party.

"Dashuai, our supplies themselves were randomly allocated to us by several major counties, and there are not many stocks." Xi Zhicai cautiously replied: "Do you want to let the brothers hold on a little longer?" ”

"Can't!" Zhao Meng replied categorically: "The low place at the head of the city is small, and it can't be used at all. We must leave the Hu people outside the walls. ”

"Every moment there are brothers who are dying and hurting! Within a quarter of an hour of my arrival in the wounded barracks, two people died, and four were sawed and their legs sawed. ”

"Once the casualties exceed forty percent, the brothers are estimated to have reached the limit, and this kind of thing cannot be allowed."

"Yes, Dashuai!" Xi Zhicai was also very anxious, if he continued to fight like this, the Han army would be properly defeated, so it would be impossible to leave the arrows there and wait for the Xianbei people to move away after victory.

"Zhao Jie, you immediately lead people to kill in the city for a while, and prepare time for the brothers to shoot arrows!" When Zhao Meng saw him go out, he began to command again.

A few Xianbei people who had just climbed to the top of the city were beaming with pride, fantasizing about standing here immediately to hold their positions and let more of their troops come forward.

"Kill!" Suddenly, there was a shout, and some of the soldiers who had just fallen asleep were awakened.

"Wan Sheng!" The Han soldiers at the head of the city sent out a super-level combat effectiveness, and their swords were like the wind.

Zhao Mengren was on top of the handsome tent and knew the situation around him well.

"Brothers, take out your arrows and shoot these dogs!" He shouted: "Don't be afraid of wasting, even ten arrows are worth killing a Xianbei dog, the arrows are here to shoot these beasts!" ”

"Yes, Dashuai!" The soldiers on the walls on three sides shouted in unison.

Many of the Hu people who were rushing towards the city wall knew Chinese, but their heads couldn't react.

The rain of arrows at the head of the city was overwhelming, and there were screams from the Xianbei people in all directions.

In such a round, the casualties of the Xianbei people increased significantly.

Since the siege began, the total loss of one or two thousand men has increased, and at once more than three thousand.

"Damn, where are your arrows?" Murong Huai patted his head in annoyance: "Shoot quickly, knock down the arrogance of the Han army!" ”

There are blacksmiths in the Murong Ministry, but there is no iron mine, and the vast majority of arrows are arrows and weapons that were damaged on the battlefield.

In the grassland campaign, the main way to attack is to shoot at each other.

They have managed to save more than 50,000 arrows over the years, which were originally intended to be used at the most critical moment, but they can't care so much at the moment.

However, the arrows of the Xianbei people were very light, and they could not reach the Han army at the head of the city at a distance.

It was a little closer, but it became a live target for the Han army.

Often, a Xianbei man would rush forward, and at the same time four or five bows would be pointed at him, and immediately he would shoot so that he could not even see the human form.

However, their accuracy was very high, and from time to time Han soldiers were shot wounded and killed.

Inside and outside the city walls, there are two heavens of ice and fire. A thick layer of arrows was laid on the ground.

However, whether it is the Han army or the Xianbei people, there is an unwritten rule that the arrows shot can stop for a while, so that the soldiers can wave the white flag and go to the battlefield to pick it up.

The gate of the castle slowly opened, and a large group of Han soldiers who had slept for a while waved white flags and swaggered to pick up arrows.

Seeing this, the Xianbei people hurriedly sent people out to clean up.

Then, there was another burst of fire from both sides. (To be continued.) )