Twelve Assassins fought their way out of the soldiers and rushed towards them.

Needless to say, Murong Chu didn't need to say that those secret guards were all specially trained and selected from among the crowd, and their martial arts were naturally not weak. Although Cang Jiu is not very old, he has been instructed by a master, and after his internal injuries were healed by Mu Qingyun, his internal strength has also recovered seven or eight layers. Even the martial arts of Bai Yuanxin and another general defending the city are also above ordinary people.

But in the face of the twelve assassins, they did not feel relaxed, and Bai Yuanxin and the two were quickly painted, and they could only barely work together to deal with one person.

The twelve assassins each looked for a target, and Murong Chu alone faced three, and the other party's purpose was to take down him, the main general, first, without the backbone, it would be as easy as digging for the city. A few days ago, Murong Chu had not been supervising the battle on the city tower, and the King of Jin wanted to start but couldn't find an opportunity, so how could he let him go this time.

The surrounding soldiers of the city also rushed up when they saw that the lord was besieged, but where were they the opponents of the assassins, and for a while, blood and flesh flew on the city tower. Rao is like this, no one retreats, rather than sit and wait, it is better to fight to the death.

The three assassins surrounded Murong Chu by the city wall in a semicircle, and the three of them were not weak in martial arts, so he had to fight with the spirit of twelve points.

In the dark room of the courtyard outside the city, Mo Li curled up on the couch, and the strong feeling of suffocation made her sleep unsteadily, and she let out a muffled humming sound in her nasal cavity.

"Xi'er, Xi'er, what's wrong with you?" When Duan heard the movement, he got down from the couch opposite, and saw that Mo Li's face was pale, and cold sweat was oozing from the corners of his forehead.

After a while, Mo Li finally woke up, and through the faint candlelight in the room, he saw that there was an anxious Duan in front of him, stabilized his mind, and said, "It's okay, it's just a dream." ”

Duan sat down on the edge of the couch, took a clean handkerchief and wiped the sweat on her forehead, and comforted: "Dreams are all reversed, you are too worried." ”

"I'm fine, sleep, sister-in-law." Mo Li half leaned on the couch, took the handkerchief in Duan's hand, wiped it a few times, and barely squeezed out a smile in order to reassure Duan.

Duan also knew that any words of comfort at this time were pale and weak, so he just patted her shoulder, returned to his couch, stuffed Mo Hao's exposed little feet back into the quilt, and slept with the child in his arms.

Mo Li reclined on the couch, staring at the candles that had been burning most of the time on the small wooden table, she didn't have any nightmares just now, but she couldn't help but panic, and her chest seemed to be pressed against a big stone, and she couldn't breathe.

This feeling made her very uneasy, whether it was the disaster area when she volunteered in the previous life, or the battlefield in this life, she had seen too many deaths, and she had never been afraid. Now, she's really scared. I have never been so worried about anyone. This fear slowly turned into a kind of fear, like a chill coming out of the cracks in the bones, enveloping the whole person, which could not be dispelled no matter what.

At this time, Mo Li's heart was like being grabbed by a big hand, and it hurt so much that she shrunk her body into a ball, and her mind was full of the man who was always cold and gentle to her. That's her general, that's her Achu, it's her husband, it's the person she wants to join hands with for the rest of her life.

The sky was faintly bright, and after the last assassin was eliminated, the people on the castle tower were already in disarray. The generals and two secret guards who were with Bai Yuanxin died on the spot, and Bai Yuanxin was carried down for treatment with bruises. Murong Chu's shoulder was stabbed by a sharp sword, that sword was originally stabbed at Mo Jinyu, if Murong Chu hadn't blocked this sword in time, I'm afraid he wouldn't even have lost his life now.

Mo Jinyu leaned against the city wall in a dejected manner, and there were also multiple wounds on his body, and the deepest part of his leg was still bleeding out.

"Go down and heal your wounds and get some rest." Murong Chu looked at him condescendingly and said.

"General......" Mo Jinyu raised his eyes to look at Murong Chu's shoulder, his lips trembling vigorously. If it weren't for him, General Murong wouldn't have been so seriously injured.

"It's the man who takes back the tears!" Murong Chu said in a deep voice.

Mo Jinyu wiped his face with his blood-stained sleeves, which touched the wound and made him grin unconsciously, and said stubbornly: "I didn't cry!" ”

The corners of Murong Chu's lips hooked: "Go ahead, don't think too much, it's normal to be injured and die on the battlefield." ”

"But...... How can I explain to my sister? Mo Jinyu sniffed hard, looking a little funny.

"She's General Ben's wife, what do you want to confess? Get down and heal! Murong Chu kicked him in the leg, ignored him, and turned to the edge of the battlement to see the situation below.

"Go ahead, don't worry about General Murong." Cang Jiu patted Mo Jinyu on the shoulder, beckoned a soldier, and helped him down the tower.

The rebels under the city have not stopped, and they are rushing under the city walls with no fate, and the ladders are erected, and people are constantly climbing up. At this time, Murong Chu naturally couldn't leave, so Eleven took the hemostatic medicine given by Mu Qingyun with him, helped him apply some, and pulled a strip of cloth to strangle the wound on his shoulder.

"Master, there are fewer and fewer of our people, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold it anymore." After Eleven tied the strip of cloth, he looked at the battle situation under the city and said.

"Scared?" Murong Chu glanced at him.

"What's so scary about it, it's just ...... Madame is still waiting for her master outside the city. Eleven peeked at his master worriedly, his voice getting quieter and quieter, "Otherwise, master...... Let's withdraw first. ”

In Eleven's heart, it doesn't matter who becomes the emperor, what matters is the safety of the master. It's not easy to marry a daughter-in-law at a great age, and I haven't even had a little master, so I can't have any mistakes!

"Do you miss the taste of the stick again?" Murong Chu said sharply.

"The subordinates are wrong, please forgive the master!" Eleven's expression was grim.

Murong Chu didn't say anything more, he knew that Eleven was worried about him, but this kind of thing was absolutely unacceptable. Just hearing Eleven mention Mrs., the little girl's smiling face came to mind, and a soft light flashed in her bloodshot eyes. No matter what, you have to stick to it, the little girl is still waiting for him.

The fierce battle under the city was in full swing, and the king of Jin put all his troops into the south city gate, and he had a desperate fight. But Murong Chu can't transfer all the troops, the south city gate must be guarded, and the other three city gates can't be relaxed, who knows if the king of Jin will suddenly turn around and attack other city gates.

Although the rebels' casualties were much more serious than those of the defenders, there were at least 40,000 soldiers and horses, and there were only more than 20,000 in the capital, and now it is estimated that there are not even 8,000. According to the current situation, it can be held for another day at most, and if the reinforcements of the eldest prince cannot arrive in time, I am afraid that tomorrow will ......

By this time, all the people had already killed their red eyes, and it was a death to stretch out their heads, and it was also a death to shrink their heads, so they simply fought hard, and maybe they could still fight a little bit of life.