North City Gate.

Wu Nian had his back to the heavy city gate, and he was wearing a brand new armor, the old one was already full of broken pieces, and it would be dangerous to use.

Beside him stood a stout soldier, with a proud face, holding a flagpole in his hand, on which was hung the "Yan Han" flag, fluttering slightly in the wind.

Zhang Jin, Tie Niu, Liu Wu, Li Yong, Zhang Sheng, Wang Gui and others stood behind Wu Nian, each holding the handle of the knife, his body motionless like a sculpture, and his face was serious.

"Whew." Wu Nian exhaled, looked at the layers of figures in front of him in surprise, and then showed a look of relief.

He just recruited two hundred death squads, because there were too many people to make sense, and the next thing was a fixed-point assault, not a large-scale operation.

If there are many people and few people, it will not affect the battle situation.

And also. He scavenged the whole army for armor, and he only got more than 200 pieces. This is still the loot collected from the Mengyuan soldiers after the last tunnel battle broke through Zhuerha.

It is a huge advantage for people to prepare for battle.

If you don't have armor, you're just going to die. Why send more people to their deaths? Two hundred people are enough.

And there are at least four or five hundred people in front of them.

First of all, they are not afraid of death, and secondly, they are not afraid of the Mengyuan people in the field, and are willing to gather around him and fight with him.

It's rare.

Wu Nian thought for a while, and said to the four or five hundred soldiers who dared to die: "The 13579-born person stands on my right, and the rest of the people stand on the left. ”

The Death Soldier suddenly stirred. They looked at each other, and everyone was willing to follow the general out of the city to slash and kill the Meng Yuan people.

But there are more monks and less porridge.

When adults say this, it will certainly not be untargeted. It's a rhythm that requires half of the people.

The daredevils had no way to slip their heads if they wanted to, and no one knew the answer, so they could only act obediently. After a moment of hesitation, the Death Soldiers quickly became two teams.

"13579 immediately went back to the barnel to get weapons, and went to the east and west walls of the city to garrison. Because the Meng Yuan soldiers outside the west and east of the city are very likely to attack. Wang Gui and Zhang Sheng, you lead them. Li Yong, you sit in the General's Mansion and coordinate the overall situation. If it's not good, give the old man a weapon. ”

Wu Nian turned around and looked at Li Yong, Wang Gui, and Zhang Sheng, and said in a deep voice. The whole person exudes an unquestionable momentum.

The commander of the first army should only stride forward, not hesitate, and not stop.

"Yes." Li Yong, Wang Gui, and Zhang Sheng held their heads high and said loudly.

The unselected daredevils were a little commotion, and they all wanted to scratch their heads, we were only born in 13579, so we weren't chosen? It's not something we can decide, and we're not convinced.

Although they were not convinced, none of them dared to resist, and obediently went back to get weapons, and prepared to go to the east and west of the city.

The rest of the soldiers who dared to die were all boiling with blood. Lao Tzu was chosen.

Even numbers are born so awesome.

Wu Nian took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Since ancient times, the number of battles won by less is not clear. ”

"Some of the coaches are strategizing, but some are the bosses are brave, and the soldiers are not afraid of death."

"When Chu Han was in time. Zhang Han led hundreds of thousands of Qin soldiers and swept through the eastern part of the country, and the princes were terrified. Xiang Yu selected 50,000 elite soldiers, won nine battles in Julu, and defeated Zhang Han. ”

"During the Three Kingdoms, Sun Quan besieged Hefei with 100,000 soldiers. Zhang Liao chose 800 to dare to die, broke Sun Quan 100,000, and almost killed Sun Quan. ”

"I don't dare to compare Xiang Yu and Zhang Liao. But outside the city, compared with Sun Quan and Zhang Han, the commander of Mengyuan is not a character, but Mengyuan is a powerful soldier. ”

"Today's battle. I have made a bloody alliance with you, and if I don't succeed, I will kill and become righteous. After Wu Nian finished speaking, he beckoned to Li Yong.

Immediately, a number of militiamen came out from behind the houses on both sides, and gave each of the 200 soldiers a bowl of wine, and poured the wine.

Wu Nian was the same, he bit his index finger, dripped a few drops of blood into the wine bowl, and then raised his head and drank it all. With a throw of his right hand, the bowl fell to the ground and fell apart.

"Armor. Take weapons. Wu Nian crossed his waist with his right hand and held the knife with his left hand, with a grim face.

The blood in the body of the daring soldier has been fully stimulated, and the huge spiritual energy makes them feel that they are superhuman.

They also learned Wu Nian's movements, bit their fingers and dripped blood into the wine bowl, and drank the bowl of blood wine.

After smashing.

"Yes." The corresponding voices, neatly and uniformly.

Immediately, the militiamen took the armor and put it on for the people one by one. These armors were also fought to the death against the Mengyuan people on the city walls during the day, either stripped from the dead or temporarily used.

It's all here.

As for weapons, spears and spears were the mainstay, and everyone was armed with swords and bows.

After they were ready, Wu Nian looked up at the sky.

It's almost dawn.

Wu Nian closed his eyes, still holding the knife in his left hand and crossing his waist with his right hand, motionless. His sideburns flew up slightly in the cold wind, like two small snakes.

Li Yong, the three great generals, and the two hundred soldiers who dared to die were also like sculptures, following Wu Nian motionless.

"Da-da-da-da."

Until a rush of footsteps sounded, an observing soldier stepped down from above, panting and saluting Wu Nian: "General, the camp gate of the Mengyuan camp has opened. ”

"Wait until they've lined up the siege engines, and then report back." Wu Nian's eyes didn't open, and he said calmly.

"Yes." The observing soldier answered, and hurried up the wall.

After a while, he galloped down at a faster pace.

"Your Excellency. The siege engines were lined up. He held his knees and panted.

"Open the gates." Wu Nian's eyes finally opened, and the light flashed away, like a meteor, but it was amazingly bright.

"Yes." A group of militiamen answered, and with a gurgling sound, pushed open the city gates. Wu Nian took the horse lance from the hands of a house slave and turned over on the horse vigorously.

The soles of the feet are firmly encased in the stirrups, the right hand holds the lance across the back, and the left hand grips the reins.

"Come on. Don't stop, don't stop killing. Kill me as hard as I want. Wu Nian shouted, clamped the reins of the horse with his feet, and rushed out first.

"Boom !!!" The black horse neighed.

The three generals Zhang Jin, Liu Wu, and Tie Niu were also holding horse lances, wearing heavy armor, and followed closely.

"Kill !!!!"

The two hundred soldiers who dared to die poured out the roaring sound that had already been accumulated, followed in the footsteps of Wu Nian, and poured out of the city wall.

The strong man holding the "Yan Han" flag in his hand had a red face and trembled with excitement.

The gates were not shut.

The veteran Li Yong stood at the gate of the city, looked at the general who came out of the battle with his sword, and lowered his head slightly. In fact, there is nothing to command.

If it fails, the whole fort will perish.

If successful, the North Gate does not need to be guarded.

There may be a bloody battle in the east and west of the city.