The city wall was smashed into a bloody blur, and Meng Yining and Jing Zheng fought side by side, her hair sticking to her cheeks, and her throat swollen and dry for a while.

The walls of Junzhou were covered with patches of blood, and the corpses of the smashed Yanrong people were littered with wreckage like insects. And there were countless soldiers who died in Great Xia, and they were dragged away by the women one after another wailing and replaced with new little warriors.

On the battlefield, Meng Yining's eyes were already devastated wherever she looked, and her eyes were red with blood.

Blood and rain, vicissitudes of life, heaven and earth without light.

The girl was single-handed, and her waving arm felt that the sword seemed to be a little sluggish, and there were more and more Yanrong people pouring up. They threw huge stones at the walls, and holes were pitted in the walls, and the heads of the soldiers were cut off by the flying dust and small stones.

The girl's sharp eyes became brighter and brighter in the war, and there was no other way to kill and kill. She had no time to care about the age of the new soldier in Great Xia, and she had no way to guess if Yan Rongshi, who died under her sword, was under sixteen.

Meng Yining has lost the most basic emotion, her eyes are only bloody, and she has only one thought: to hold here.

As the night fell, the howls were terrifying. The Yanrong people did not know the exhausting and crazy attack, and the tiger head slammed violently into the strong city gate.

The Yanrong people were holding torches, and the ocean below was a sea of fire, like flowers in spring, they rushed up and tore apart with the Great Xia soldiers, you live and die. The corpses are all over the city tower, and Meng Yining's feet can no longer land.

Jing Zheng looked like a brave general, his crimson cloak invisible in the darkness.

His bright moon pearl sparkled in the dark, and as his hand swept across the sky, it was a trend. The flags are rolling, and there is no light in the sun. Look around.

The Big Dipper blooms in the sky, and the flat land is like a river full of red.

Jing Zheng yelled: "Kill! Kill them all! Avenge the king! Avenge the people! He held the scene and really became the kind of hero he dreamed of, with a monstrous momentum and a rampant laugh. When the exhausted soldiers heard King Lian's call, they couldn't stop shouting.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"For the sake of Great Xia!"

In the valley where the original shouting and killing sounds, this cluster of small shouts was like a seedling, a spark that could ignite the prairie and burn the entire Junzhou in an instant.

Everyone held their arms and weapons high, the war drums sounded and the flag moved, the waves were ambitious, the pride was all over the sky, and there was no concern.

Those nobles who are greedy for life and afraid of death have fled to other places, and the little people are in the crowd of storms, swords and swords, and bravery is unparalleled. This is the glory of Great Xia, a country that has always been a merchant and a famous man, and in the eyes of everyone it is not a nation that loves to fight, but it is unprecedentedly united in times of crisis.

They relied on inconspicuous little soldiers, little people, women, and children to prop up a city in the midst of fire.

Meng Yining turned his head and looked at the people of Junzhou and shouted: "For the sake of Great Xia, I will not hesitate!" One by one, they came out of the store where they were hiding, and resolutely took the hoes of the house to the ground, and the pig killer saw that he and the soldiers joined the battle. She didn't know how to describe her feelings, like a warm current.

The girl picked up the blade in her hand and swept quickly along the side of the city wall, the blade in her hand was as sharp as a sword, cutting the wrists of one Yan Rong warrior after another, they let go of their grip on the ladder in pain, and those who wanted to grab the girl's ankle were lifted by Jing Zheng and fell down hard. She was out of breath, but she was also shouting slogans.

The night is endless darkness, Yan Rong's attack was suspended, but it did not stop, and it was not a wise choice to smear it. Meng Yining finally got an empty inventory of the lost soldiers, only to find that he had lost nearly one-third of his men and horses in the fierce battle.

With red eyes, the women carried the corpses that were still alive yesterday from the tower.

The moonlight sprinkled peacefully on the corpse, as if a soft veil was attached. Meng Yining leaned against the city tower, she suddenly looked stunned, and her feet were clearly the quartermaster who was still discussing matters in Zhaocheng that day, he had joined the army for two years, and was only responsible for the registration of grain and grass. The girl remembered that he spoke in a shy voice and blushed, and he did not look like a man who would kill the enemy hoarsely on the battlefield.

Meng Yining squatted down and saw the man's face carefully through the moonlight, under his armor were more than a dozen bloody holes, large and small, but there was not a single wound on his back.

When he was dying, he did not turn around and flee.

She frowned and gently stroked the young man's face, but no matter what, her eyes could not be closed.

Meng Yining took a deep breath and beckoned someone to carry him down. Her feet, thousands of corpses, were all such soldiers, those who were slippery had fled, and only their clean, clear souls guarded the water.

In the past, Meng Yining only felt that Daxia was prosperous, but people were not hard and easy to bend their waists.

Unexpectedly, these seemingly weak people are iron-clad warriors. They work hard to protect every inch of land under their feet.

She said that at least she would take the people of Zhaocheng back to Zhaocheng.

Avenge their fathers and fellow villagers.

Now, the people who listened to her oath are leaving one by one, and her heart is flooding, and the sky is shattering.

After a battle during the day, the losses of the Great Xia soldiers were nearly thirty percent, and they were not as good as Yan Rong's strong soldiers, and the number was really invincible. But with General Lian Qin in command, Meng Yining also felt that there was no more secure way than now.

In the distance, Jingchi and Lian Qin stood on the platform, and the two looked at the ignited blood of Great Xia, guarding, guarding until the Fenghua County Lord had 50,000 reinforcements, and the dilemma could be solved.

Take Gang to overcome Gang.

"General Meng - General Meng, the enemy has secretly touched from the north!"

"Let's go!" Meng Yining replied categorically, she clenched her fists, "King Lian take care." ”

Jing Zheng sat on the city tower with his upper body naked, the military doctor was wrapping large and small wounds, and occasionally heard him cry in pain in the dark.

Meng Yining hurriedly followed, jumped down from the city tower, and rode a horse to run. The footsteps of the approaching Yanrong people could already be heard on the mountains north of the city, and after the fierce flame defense in the north of the city, there were no casualties. One by one, the soldiers waited for the attack.

Meng Yining arrived, and happened to watch the little soldiers walking back and forth with torches, and shouted: "Who let you light the fire!" Destroy them all for me! ”

All of a sudden, the north of the city was gray.

Zhao Erze hurriedly walked over, "General Meng." ”

"How many people are on the other side?"

"I don't know."

"People are under their feet, you tell me I don't know?"