"Here comes the steamed bun——!"

Some logistics soldiers rushed to the front line with several steamed buns in carts, and the soldiers of the Zhong family, who were temporarily resting in the rear, took one in their hands, and Zhong Shuyu took a few more and handed them to her.

Zhong Zhiyu thanked them for their kindness, and kept an eye on the movement on the other side of the city wall while stuffing steamed buns into his stomach.

The war began at the first rooster crow, and has been going on for almost two hours now.

It's not a long time, but they've already lost a lot.

In addition to the invincibility at the beginning, the Zhong family army gradually began to die, and now nearly a thousand soldiers have been sacrificed, but the Xirong side is not pleased, and the number of casualties will only be more than that of the Zhong family army - at least the Xirong army in Zhanzhou City has all been ambushed.

The city gate, which was still crumbling after being repaired yesterday, was already overwhelmed, and the arched gate was now blocked by countless corpses, slightly slowing down the pace of the Xijon army.

But the Xijon army is not so stupid, it must take the big road.

The walls were hung with countless ropes, and although the crossbowmen tried very hard to shoot, the speed of the arrows and crossbows was not comparable to the number of the Xijon army, and by now, they had simply thrown away their accustomed bows and crossbows, and should have used stones, live handles, and sharpened wooden branches to smash down, trying to smash these Xijon people who wanted to climb up the walls.

But there are too many of them, and there is a steady stream of servants and successors, and Zhong Shuyu even wonders if the king of Xirong has brought all the men from Xirong over.

But this is actually just an illusion that she gradually feels powerless, and the difference in numbers between the enemy and us is too great.

Zhong Zhuoyu's forehead was oozing with beads of sweat, his left hand was a little weak, the sun was gradually dazzling, and the tip of his nose was full of blood.

Although the situation is stalemate now, the decline of his side has shown its slenderness...... It's the limit to be able to hold up for two hours.

Why hasn't the Sijon army retreated yet?

Could it be that Lin Rong hadn't found their grain and grass yet?

Or would they rather give up grain and grass than take Zhanzhou in a desperate way?

Zhong Zhiyu's eyes turned black, but he still stood up with a knife in one hand.

She has rested long enough, and it is time for a new group of front-line soldiers to come down and rest.

Thinking like this, she saw that one soldier was besieged by three Xijon troops, blocking this attack but unable to dodge the other's knife, but in an instant, several terrible scars appeared on his body.

Zhong Zhuyu hurriedly rushed over to support, brandishing a big knife and splitting the Xirong soldier with his back to him in half, ignoring the blood pillar that spurted out, he simply slashed at the other Rao's neck, the soldier saw this and quickly dodged, but somehow the knife that was unpleasant suddenly changed direction on the way down, and the knife edge was straight at his chest.

With a pop, the blade went into the flesh.

The soldier didn't even have time to struggle, and he also collapsed in a pool of blood

Zhong Yuyu took a step forward with his left foot, stood sideways, and firmly protected the soldier who was almost two heads taller than himself behind him, his eyes were full of awe-inspiring ruthlessness, like a wolf king who went crazy after the clan was attacked.

"You go back and rest first."

Zhong Zhuoyu explained in a hoarse voice, and then raised Lian to slash at the enemy next to him, and the knife never missed.

At the beginning, Zhong Zhuyu would also pick the weak Zhong Jiajun to help, but later he was almost red-eyed, and when he saw the enemy, he slashed up, and the knives were changed one after another, from holding the knife in one hand to holding the handle in both hands, and the movements became slower and slower.

But she killed so hard that almost everywhere she went, she formed a hollow area with her as the center.

However, Zhong Zhiyu was not happy at all, he was just constantly calculating the time in his heart, and his expectations were getting weaker and weaker, and he even began to think about whether he had done something wrong in this step.

But it didn't make her think for long, and gradually a fresh face joined the battle, and after the soldiers behind her who were protected by Zhong Zhiyu rested enough, they also came forward to replace her with weapons again.

"Major General, go and rest, I'll take your place." He said this to Zhong Shuyu.

Zhong Zhiyu was a little dazed.

Major General?

But soon she reacted, this person is a soldier of the Zhong family's army, and she is used to calling her father general on weekdays, but now she is called a major general......

Zhong Zhiyu didn't hold it up, nodded at him and slowly withdrew from the battlefield, with tears in his eyes.

I was finally recognized.

It's not just because she's her father's daughter, but because she can finally afford the title of the daughter of the general of Zhenbei.

After the rear, Zhong Zhiyu found that he had already suffered several injuries on his back, but fortunately it was not serious, but it was scary to look at—because almost all his body was stained with blood.

Zhong Zhuyu took a sip of water, looked up again, and saw that half a pillar of incense had passed.

According to her predictions, it should have been invincible by this time, but now the scene is still stalemate, and even more likely to win than before - of course, there is only a difference between a one-layer win rate and a five-layer win rate.

However, after a closer look at the past, Zhong Zhiyu found that it was the Zhanzhou garrison who was completely drunk last night who had joined, thinking that the wine had finally woken up, so He Yu commanded the people, and everyone who could go to the battlefield was sent here.

"Not only that, but there are many people who have volunteered to join."

He Yu was slightly able to move, so he helped deal with logistics in the rear, and when he saw Zhong Zhuyu's expression, he knew what she was thinking, and explained: "They are all impassioned to defend the country, so I made the decision to let them join in, but in the end I didn't let them come to the front line, just to help do some other things, so that the logistics soldiers and the soldiers who set up roadblocks are free to deal with and fill the vacancies on the front line." ”

"You're doing a great job." Zhong Zhiyu praised, and as soon as he spoke, he found that his throat was extremely dry, and then he quickly swallowed several large mouthfuls of water, and then picked up the knife and moved his arm, ready to step forward again.

"You can rest a little longer." He Yu disagreed.

Zhong Zhiyu paused, and a face full of dirt and blood stains was hidden under his messy hair: "How can there be a general hiding behind and letting the soldiers come forward to sell their lives, I... I have to be worthy of the major general they call me. ”

He Yu was stunned for a moment, and he was moved and did not persuade again, but not long after, he was led to the gate of the east city by another soldier who came to report - this is the city gate leading to the interior of Dayu.

After Zhong Zhuyu killed another person, he only felt that he almost couldn't hold the knife in his hand, and after panting hard, he narrowly avoided the mace wielded by a Xijon man, and used the knife to block the knife attacking from behind.

Seeing that the big knife was about to come towards her eyebrows, Zhong Zhuoyu made a roll on his leg and narrowly avoided it again, and the man fell straight down with a scream, and the blood spurted out almost splashed half of her face.

Then Zhong Zhuyu saw a person she couldn't have imagined appear in front of her, her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her hair was like floating clouds, but her eyebrows and eyes, which had always been gentle, were full of bloodthirsty ruthlessness and fear at this time.

"Qin Bairui, why are you here?"