At this moment, Wu Nian is like a powerful ghost, and he has a breathtaking momentum.

The house slave remained motionless as if frozen by a spell. After a few moments, he sat on the ground with his knees limped and his ass on his ass, gasping for breath and sweating like rain.

Wu Nian no longer looked at this person.

This is a bloody battle of life and death.

If you want to win, you can't be afraid of death.

There is a chance that he will die. But he believes that Fort Kitayama will win.

The lieutenant sequence, he has already set. Li Yong and Zhang Jin lined up.

Wu Nian strode to the door, opened the gate, and walked out of the city gate tower. When Wu Nian stood up, not only did his eyes light up.

The eyes are also bright.

One general is brave, and the three armies are vibrant.

His efforts were not worthless, and the elite soldiers and militia quickly calmed down. The militia and the elite soldiers cooperated with each other, blocking the Mengyuan soldiers with spears and killing each other with steel knives.

It's still bad, but at least it's blocked. It's no longer one-sided.

His soldiers grew rapidly on the battlefield.

Wu Nian retracted his steps and did not go any further. Now he needs to recharge his energy and prepare for tomorrow's hard work.

It's just that he's a little worried about the situation in the east and west of the city. I couldn't help but turn my head to look at it and think. "Brother, Tie Niu, you have to hold on."

It's good to hold on today, and tomorrow you will fight to the death with the Mengyuan people.

The battles in the east and west of the city were also fierce, but they were more than a grade worse than those in the north of the city.

There is a death squad under Li Dazui in the north of the city, and if nothing else, there are more than 300 people. In the east of the city and Zhang Guang in the west of the city, there are no death squads.

In the terrain of the entire Beishan Fort, only the north, east, and west sides can deploy troops and attack the city. Liu Wu at the South City Gate only took a small team of elite soldiers and more than 100 militiamen to guard against a sudden, small-scale attack by the Mengyuan people.

Zhang Jin guarded the east of the city, and the iron ox guarded the west of the city.

Cheng.

Zhang Jin was wearing heavy armor, looking ahead with a steel knife, and there were also a few broken arrows stuck in his body.

Speaking of not being afraid of death, he is no worse than Wu Nian.

Because Zhang Chongshui had few troops and no death squads, he was much easier to garrison than Wu Nian. The elite soldiers and militia under his command, after blocking the previous waves of offsets, gradually learned the skills of fighting with the Mengyuan people, and fought well.

"Although brutal. But as long as my soldiers fight a few more battles, weed out the weak, and the strong survive. My soldiers will soon be elite. ”

Zhang Jin turned his head, watching every move on the battlefield, and said secretly in his heart.

"Kill !!!" At this moment, Zhang Jin saw a place where two Mengyuan soldiers rushed up, cooperated with each other, and killed some elite soldiers and militiamen. He yelled and strode over.

"Shoot him." The archers on the well cart immediately opened fire, and the arrows in their hands shot at Zhang Jin. Among them, there were arrows, sticking into Zhang Jin's neck. With Zhang Jin's bravery, he was also shocked into a cold sweat, but his feet did not stop, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the front of these two Mengyuan soldiers, and in a flash of swords, he solved these two people.

He also had a few more arrows on his armor.

"Cover the general." The archers of Beishan Fort in the city were not vegetarians, and there were many of them, so they hurriedly greeted and shot arrows at the Mengyuan archers on the well cart.

It's just that the Mengyuan archers were protected by armor and suffered very few casualties.

Zhang Jin quickly returned to a safe position and re-stationed in front of him with a knife to watch the situation. There was a look of worry on his face, and he secretly said in his heart: "It seems that there is no problem today, but what about tomorrow?" What about the day after tomorrow? ”

"I'm afraid that all the flesh-and-blood men in Beishan Fort will not be able to hold it for four days."

His judgment is similar to that of Wu Nian. If you fight for a long time, you will lose.

What to do? Do you want to abandon Beishan Fort and break through?

What about the old and weak? What about the woman and the child? Do you want to give it to the Mengyuan people to ravage?

Or after the men are gone, they arm the strong women. Really do you want to shed blood?

Zhang Jin stood in front of the city gate tower, facing the cold wind and began to think wildly, and gradually his body became cold.

It's a desperate situation.

Mengyuan soldiers are too strong.

Desperately resisted, and it was not only Wu Nian, Zhang Jin, and Tie Niu who fought desperately, but also Li Yong, Wang Ruyan, and peasant women.

The kitchens of every household have never stopped, some boiling ginger tea, some boiling water. The chimneys of every house are filled with smoke.

Fortunately, Beishan Fort is well prepared, and there is a large deep well in the city, which can withstand such consumption.

One by one, the peasant women risked their lives to drag the militia from the city wall, dragged their husbands and sons down, and returned to the barracks.

Wang Ruyan led a team of peasant women who could do surgery, and their feet were busy without touching the ground.

"Quick, go get the wine."

"Quick, gut."

Wang Ruyan reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead, sighed, fed a dying militiaman a sip of wine, and walked away.

This is the final farewell.

There is no help.

She is a very strong woman, but when she looks at the soldiers who keep dying, the soldiers who are not dead yet, but who keep screaming, are also very flustered.

"Damn Mengyuan." She gritted her teeth in her heart.

Although she is also a Liaodong woman, she has been raised in Qinglou since she was a child, and she has never seen the ferocity of Meng Yuanbing, let alone experienced such a bloody battle.

The anger towards Meng Yuan people rose at this moment.

"Woooooooo Boss. Boss. Don't close your eyes. Mrs. Wang, Mrs. Wang, look at me in charge. ”

A peasant woman hugged her husband and cried, looking up at Wang Ruyan and pleading.

Wang Ruyan hit a spirit, quickly let go of the distracting thoughts in his heart, and ran over, but his feet were weak, and he fell to the ground, and he fell into a mess. The palms of her two snow-white hands were bloody, but she didn't cry, she got up and ran towards the wounded soldier.

At this moment, Liu Xiang walked in from outside the door. After she looked at it carefully, she shouted to Wang Ruyan: "Sister Wang, I'm here to help." ”

She put on the old clothes she had worn before, and her hair was tied up in a ponytail, which was refreshing and capable. The little waist holds a wooden basin filled with hot water.

Wu followed behind her buttocks, also holding a large wooden basin.

"And me." Zhang Zhen poked his head out from behind, holding a lot of bandages in his arms.

Wang Ruyan glanced back, and a slight smile appeared on his face. Beckoned Liu Xiang and said, "Sister, come over and help me hold him." ”

Liu Xiang hurriedly put down the wooden basin in her hand and trotted over to help.

Woe to the family.

Men are in the fight, and women are in charge.

Up and down Beishan Fort, no matter what is the boiling spirit of war, or cowardice. Both active and passive, have already gotten on this tank.

Or the city will be broken and all will die.

Or defeat the Mengyuan people in exchange for survival.