After a fierce battle for one night and one dawn, the defenders and people of Ningcheng finally waited for reinforcements.

Meng Zhixu led the army out of the city and took the initiative to attack the main force of the Rong State, not only annihilating the army of the Rong State stationed fifty miles outside the city in one fell swoop, but even the second prince Helian Duan, the new commander of the Rong State, became Meng Zhixu's ghost.

When the sky was bright, Meng Zhixu led the soldiers who returned triumphantly to encircle and suppress the Rongguo cavalry besieging the city.

At this time, the capital sent reinforcements to Ningcheng under the supervision of Feng Rui, the Marquis of Zhongjing, with grain and grass.

The two route armies converged, and the Rongguo cavalry under the general army made dumplings.

The battle ended with the victory of the Northwest Army and the crushing defeat of the Rong State.

The cheers of victory resounded in the sky above the northwest, and after the rejoicing of the defenders and people of Ningcheng, they felt tiredness hit deeply.

All the defenders' knives were curled up, and their arms were numb and covered in blood.

When the last Rong soldier fell, the defenders leaned against the wall and rested with their eyes closed in the bright sun on the western border.

The people of Ningcheng, as if they had escaped death, threw down the hammers, shovels, and kitchen knives in their hands, whether they knew them or not, they hugged their heads and cried.

The gate of the city wall was opened, and Meng Zhixu led the army into the city.

The people of Ningcheng cheered again.

Bai Zhaomei leaned against the wall and panted.

He saw the third son of the Gu family stumbling out and carrying the sixth miss of the Song family in the snow into the city.

Many people cried and laughed, and ran to their homes despite their tiredness, eating pot pulp to comfort the soldiers who returned triumphantly and the soldiers who defended the city side by side.

The little girl in red, who blew up the city wall and lost her mother in the Rong Kingdom, took a kettle and steamed buns, ran to Bai Zhaomei's side and handed them to his mouth.

Bai Zhaomei took the kettle and poured it hard.

On this night, so many people died, including his comrades and innocent people in Ningcheng.

And these living people are the meaning of his guarding the border.

Bai Zhaomei handed the kettle to the master Xie Xiaolian beside her.

Although Bai Zhaomei killed the most enemies and made the contribution of shooting the general of the Rong cavalry, he did not have the pleasure of winning the battle at this time.

It was the first day of the new year, he was looking to the east, he missed Shenshu Village, he missed his sister!

At this time, the family must be in the lively New Year's greetings, set off firecrackers, and then spend the whole New Year in joy.

He did not fail his family, he did not live up to his duty as a soldier, and he guarded the peace of the party.

When he saw his sister and family again, he must tell them that he was now going to be a general, not for any heroism, nor for the sake of returning home, but to protect every people, every inch of land, and every city.

This war has completely tempered Bai Zhaomei.

Bai Dazhuang and the people of Shenshu Village lay down by the city wall.

They were tired and numb, and their arms didn't seem to be their own.

Bai Dazhuang nodded at the villagers who followed him to the border, all of them sat neatly under the city wall, although two or three people were injured, but they were all small injuries with abrasions on their arms.

Thankfully, no one died.

If someone really dies, whether it is for the country or the family, Bai Dazhuang will feel sorry for their parents and family.

"I'm tired of Lao Tzu." Zhao sledgehammer leaned against the city wall and gasped.

This is more tiring than plowing a dozen acres of land at home.

"Brother Zhuang, the people of Narong will not come again." Liu Fugui still didn't believe that the Rong army had surrendered, he was worried that the Rong people would call again, and he didn't have the confidence to hold on to the end.

"It's not coming, we've all been defeated." Bai Dazhuang said with a smile.

"Hey, our hands with hoes can still kill the enemy." Hanwa stretched out her hands and said.

When he slashed and killed the first Rong soldier, the other party's skull shattered, and his brain spurted all over the ground, and he was so disgusted that he almost vomited.

Now that I think about it, I can't remember why I insisted on continuing to slash.

Sure enough, the war was numbing.

"Brother Zhuang, we have won this battle. Will the camp reward us with anything? Chen Ergou asked.

"Don't think about what you don't have, we are fighting for ourselves, and if we don't fight, we will die." Bai Dazhuang waved his hand.

This war was not easy, and the soldiers who went out of the city to fight and the soldiers who participated in the defense of the city suffered many casualties, and it was a tragic victory.

It's good to be alive, but you still want a reward, what do you want?

"I don't care about gold and silver, you think we won the battle here, I have to brag to the people in the village when I go home, I don't have any evidence to brag about, people still think I made it up." Chen Ergou said.

The boys from Shenshu Village nodded their heads.

"That's right, we don't care about rewarding things and reputation, we have to prove that we participated in this victory."

"That's it, that's it."

"When I'm old, I have to brag to my grandson that his grandfather and I defeated the Rong soldiers with a shovel."

The boys of Shenshu Village were excited, they really didn't expect to participate in a battle and win.

When this is said, there is a lot of face on the face.

I don't care if the camp gives a reward or not, the important thing is to prove that what I say when I brag is true.

"Big brother, where are the green sprouts?" Bai Erzhuang saw that the only people from Shenshu Village who participated in the defense of the city were Youqingya, so he asked.

Bai Dazhuang's expression darkened, and he said, "Bacheng went to see Wu Xiaoying." ”

At the mention of Wu Xiaoying, the people of Shenshu Village were silent for a while.

When they took Wu Xiaoying back from Rong Guobing, Wu Xiaoying was almost dead.

Liu Fugui carried him down to the city, and the blood soaked his entire back.

Since everyone is only concerned about fighting against the Rong national soldiers, they have forgotten Wu Xiaoying's current situation.

There is no way to do it, after all, there are so many dead and wounded on the battlefield, and the spirit is highly tense, and it is normal to forget Wu Xiaoying for a while.

Now that the topic is on Wu Xiaoying's head, the people of Shenshu Village began to worry about Wu Xiaoying's injury.

So they struggled to get up and came to the medical center to understand the situation.

Wu Xiaoying lay on the simple shelf of the medical center, the gauze on his body was soaked by the wound, and the whole person had a high fever to the point of coma.

You Qingya stood aside, pursing her lips.

"What's wrong with Brother Xiaoying?" Bai Dazhuang asked Xia Qinghe worriedly.

"The sword hurt the lungs in the next inch." Xia Qinghe said, "The doctor said that if he can survive today and get rid of the fever, he will be safe." ”

Bai Dazhuang heard it, which meant that Wu Xiaoying would have to die if he couldn't survive today.

Completely bet on Wu Xiaoying's luck!

"Xiaoying, can you hear your sledgehammer brother and my voice? You listen to me, you have to grit your teeth, you silently recite the name of Xiao Yuanbao in your heart, let her bless you. Zhao Dazhui leaned over Wu Xiaoying and said loudly.

Bai Dazhuang: "......"

The people of Shenshu Village suddenly came to their senses, and followed Zhao Dazhui to gossip.

"Xiaoying, you call Xiao Yuanbao's name."

"Yes, the good fortune of the little round treasure covers you."

At this critical moment, let's be a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

The people of Shenshu Village firmly believe that Xiaofuyuan is thousands of miles away, and her blessings can also be passed on to Wu Xiaoying.