The next day, as the two had expected, the Yuan attack began.

Battleships sailed on the Danjiang River, and the guns on them aimed at the head of the city, pouring countless shells on the head of the city of Xiangyang.

A few months ago, these warships belonged to the Song Dynasty, but because of the escape of Fan Wenhu, these warships were all captured by the Yuan army and became their weapons for attacking Xiangyang.

Under the devastation of this continuous war, the city wall of Xiangyang was really unbearable, and it had long been broken into countless bricks and stones.

It's just that Niu Fu and Wang Fu learned the experience of the Battle of Taiyuan of the Chifeng Army, so they built trenches in place with broken bricks and broken tiles, barely maintaining the city defense of Xiangyang from collapsing.

Even so, when facing the onslaught of the Yuan army, this trench could not hold on for too long.

"Are these Tartars crazy?

Seeing those Yuan troops jumping down from the warship, Niu Fu could only clench the knife in his hand under nervousness.

Wang Fu shouted, "No matter what, we must keep them out of the city, or it will be terrible." At this moment, those Yuan troops also climbed up from the riverbank, shouting and rushing towards this side one by one, and the cannon above their heads was even louder, and they could only huddle in the trenches.

"Of course I know, but when will the Huaxia Army appear?" Wang Fu turned to look at Li Yi.

Li Yi was also quite nervous, and replied: "I don't know about this, and now we can only persevere." ”

"Okay. I hope they can show up in time, after all, this Xiangyang is too important, and they shouldn't want this Xiangyang to fall into the hands of Mongolia. Facing today's scene, Wang Fu can only comfort himself like this.

Even if the Huaxia Army really appeared, they had to hold out until that time, otherwise everything would be in vain.

And at this time, the Tartars in the distance also rushed in front of the trenches.

Niu Fu shouted: "Everyone, rush with me!" As soon as the words fell, the whole person threw away the gun in his hand, took off the big knife behind his back, jumped out of the trench, and rushed straight towards those tartars.

At this time, guns and artillery are useless, and only by relying on the weapons in their hands can they barely block the other party.

"Kill!"

When the rest of the soldiers saw this, they also rushed out one after another and killed the Mongol Tartar.

By now, they are all red-eyed at the moment, and there is only one thought left in their minds, which is to drive each other out. At the foot of this Xiangyang, Han people with the same blood flowing on their bodies killed each other with weapons in their hands.

The sound of killing and blood splashing were shocking.

Clenching his fists, Lu Shikui looked at this scene, unable to suppress the trembling of his body.

He endured the fear in his heart, turned his head and asked Lu Wenhuan: "Uncle, now that they have fought here, what should we do?" In the face of such a ferocious appearance, Lu Shikui had long lost the fighting spirit to continue fighting, and only by asking his relatives could he be able to persevere a little.

"Retreat. Let them withdraw into the city. ”

Seeing those Yuan troops rushing onto the shore, Lu Wenhuan couldn't help but clench his fists and open his mouth to complain.

As the fireworks rose, the soldiers in the distance saw the signal, and one by one they withdrew towards the rear with frustrated faces, in order to be able to hold out for a longer time, they had to constantly tighten their positions, so as not to be defeated by the other side.

Chen Wenbin stood beside him, took in the scene in front of him, and opened his mouth to persuade: "General, don't delay." If we continue, our losses will get bigger and bigger!"

"I know. ”

Lu Wenhuan's eyebrows tightened, and he glared at Chen Wenbin noncommittally.

Because of the existence of this guy, many generals in the city began to become impetuous, if it weren't for Lu Wenhuan's prestige, they would have surrendered long ago, and they would not have delayed until now.

As for now?

Only a few people such as Niu Fu and Wang Fu are still resisting, and the others have already given up resistance, looking like a passive confrontation, as long as the Mongols use a little force, they will directly retreat to the rear, and they are not willing to resist the attack of the Yuan army at all.

And the Tartar also seemed to be aware of the current situation, and transferred more troops from other places to besiege the area that Niu Fu and Wang Fu were responsible for.

Seeing this scene, Lu Wenhuan hurriedly shouted at the Lu master: "Don't be stunned here, continue to send troops to support, don't let them fail, you know?" Knowing that the situation was now dangerous, Lu Wenhuan also put all the remaining forces in his hands into it, just hoping to be able to block the opponent's attack for a while and a half, so as to buy more time for himself.

Lu Shikui hesitated for a moment, and asked in a puzzled tone, "Uncle, do you want to continue to persevere?"

"Why else, don't forget your identity!" Lu Wenhuan's face flashed with anger, and he waved at Lu Shikui, and with a "snap", Lu Shikui's cheeks turned red.

Lu Shikui covered his flushed cheeks and looked aggrieved: "But uncle, we don't have any troops at all, let's surrender in this case." ”

"Shut up!"

Lu Wenhuan opened his mouth to reprimand angrily, pointed at the many soldiers who were still holding out under the city, and scolded: "They are still resisting there, how do you say that you surrendered? If it weren't for your brother's son, believe it or not, I would have killed you now?"

Lu Shikui was frightened, he couldn't help but lower his head, his face was full of grievances.

"I ...... I ......"

In the face of the rushing war, Lu Shikui was really reluctant to enter it and become one of those corpses.

Lu Wenhuan opened his mouth and scolded: "What am I, don't you want me to go?" As he spoke, he walked out, apparently planning to take Lu Shikui directly to the battlefield.

Lu Shikui saw Lu Wenhuan coming over, his heart was swallowed by fear, his eyes looked through Lu Wenhuan's body, looking at the battlefield that was fighting in the distance, the blood merged into a stream, flowing into the Danjiang, this Danjiang also became extremely red because of this blood, and it really became the literal Danjiang, and the corpses lying on the ground were also broken, or missing arms, or missing thighs, and half of their heads were broken, one by one can be said to be extremely miserable.

"I, uncle, please spare your life, don't force me, okay?"

Finally couldn't bear it anymore, Lu Shikui's legs were weak, and he knelt directly on the ground, two lines of tears flowed, he really couldn't suppress the fear in his heart, and he didn't dare to set foot on the battlefield covered by death.

Lu Wenhuan's body shook, and with a "hum" sound, he pulled out the long sword on his side, and looked at Lu Shikui with an incredulous gaze, and the long sword in his hand was also aimed at the other party.

"You, do you remember whose son you were?"

"I know!"

"In that case, why are you still kneeling here? Can't you get up and go on to kill the enemy?"

"But uncle, I'm afraid, I don't want to die yet. ”

With a drooping head and a weak voice, now Lu Shikui completely gave up resistance, just knelt on the ground, tears fell on the floor, his heart was full of remorse, but he never refused to stand up.

"Afraid of death? Because you're afraid of death, you'd rather kneel than go into battle to kill the enemy?"

Lu Wenhuan's body shook, the long sword in his hand fell in response, and he laughed helplessly: "Shixian, you disappointed me too much." ”