The war continued day by day, fighting day by day on the city wall, and Zhang Ang also delivered soup day by day. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Fortunately, the leather armor guy who partnered with him was very experienced, and he was able to get stuck in the gap between the siege and complete the soup delivery task every time, except for a few times when the two sides bombarded each other with trebuchets, most of the time it was considered dangerous.

According to the inquired information, although Paris has been completely besieged, the main attack of the British has always been the West Gate, and the other three gates can only be regarded as feints.

But even with the feint, countless corpses and badly wounded people who were screaming miserably were carried down every day, so you can imagine what the scene should be like on the side of the West Gate, which is the main attack site.

It is said that Marshal Ledigier, who was in charge of the defense of the whole city, was now stationed at the West Gate, and His Majesty the Emperor also went to the West Gate many times to offer condolences and boost morale.

It was the thirty-ninth day of the siege.

The weather has become cold, and the cold wind of late autumn continues to pour into the gaps in people's clothes, allowing everyone to taste the breath of winter a little.

Zhang Ang carried the iron bucket as usual and followed the leather armor brother up to the city wall.

Compared to before, the soup is now brighter, and the condiments in it are less and less, and it has become a clear soup, which does not look thick at all.

But no one complained or cursed, and everyone mechanically poured the soup into their mouths, without any intention of moving.

The number of people on the city walls is decreasing day by day at a rate visible to the naked eye, and although new recruits are constantly being replenished every day, the replenishment can never match the consumption.

And most of the new recruits were the lowest-level martial arts apprentices, and some didn't even have martial arts, which made one wonder how many of them could survive this fierce siege battle.

The siege here was far more tragic than Zhang Ang imagined, and they basically relied on martial arts masters, who broke through the barrier and rushed up to the city wall to open a point, and then supported others to come up, expand the results of the battle, and occupy the city wall. And those selected points are mostly the defensive areas of those rookie rookies, and before our masters arrive, they can only exchange their lives for time and use their flesh and blood to hinder the opponent.

It was a real massacre, and every move of the strong could bring a huge rain of blood, and it could make the entire section of the city wall dripping with blood.

Yes, in the end they will be driven away or besieged by the masters of the defending side, but before that, each of them will kill enough people.

There were also far fewer officers and strong men in the turret, and d'Artagnan looked much weaker than he had been at the beginning. He looked to have suffered a lot of injuries, his body was wrapped in large bandages, and there were faint traces of blood seeping out of the bandages, and his body was much thinner, and his tattered armor was loosely worn on his body. He was half-leaning against the wall with his eyes closed.

Fortunately, the officers' food was not deducted, and Zhang Ang hurriedly filled him with two large bowls of fragrant soup and put it in his hand.

Zhang Ang knew that for so many days, d'Artagnan had been running and fighting on the city walls, and he was constantly rushing to the most dangerous places, wanting to save more robes, wanting to save more recruits, and wanting to save the whole country, however, he could often only save that small part, that small part.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ang didn't worry about Albert and inquired for a month, but he didn't hear any news about their group, and he didn't know how he was now.

On the walls of the West Gate, the battle between the two sides has reached the most critical moment.

A terrifying strong man wielded two broadswords and unleashed a whirlwind of slaughter on a section of the city wall.

Albert wiped a handful of blood from his hair and yelled, "Can't retreat! Can't retreat! Rush again, drive him down! With or without a shield? Any shield, anyone with armor will stand in front of me, and we will rush another wave and drive him down!"

Several broken wooden, iron, and steel shields were gathered and placed at the front of the team, and a group of people rushed towards the strong man with shouts under Albert's command.

The weaker can only think of and actually use the simplest and most brutal way to deal with martial arts masters.

And this time, the method is to take advantage of the large number of people and knock the other party off the city wall!

There is no turning back from such an impact, there is no dodge, no blocking, only looking at the target and hitting it with all your might!

Most people will die, but this section of the wall will be saved!

The wild sword qi shattered the first steel shield, and then the armor behind the shield and the people in the armor.

The second sword qi swept downward, severing the legs of the people in the front row, causing them to fall to the ground.

But the person behind him crossed the fallen man and hit him again.

The sharp blade of the first knife shattered the wooden shield from the right, as well as its owner.

The slap of the second knife knocked down the warrior rushing to the left, shattering the armor on his body and bringing down a group of people.

However, the collision still happened, and a group of people pounced on him, some pulling their hands, some pulling their legs, and some hugging their waists, one by one, puffing up all their strength, trying to push him off the wall.

The strong man's whole body was agitated, and several people were shocked away, but there were still a few who grabbed him to death, and the wrestling continued.

With a swing of the double knife, a few more were hacked to death, but more people pounced.

It seemed that this section of the city wall could not be taken, and the strong man saw the swordsman who was running over to save the scene in the distance, and planned to escape from the city wall first.

"Stop him, don't let him run! Master Sophia is coming!" Albert shouted as he saw through his intentions.

"Just you talk a lot!" the strong man roared, and he swung a sharp knife qi at Albert not far away.

But before the sword qi could slash the other party, the other party disappeared out of thin air, disappearing without a trace, as if this annoying commander had never appeared.

"Huh?" Before the strong man could react from the shock, countless sword qi filled his eyes.

In the very middle of the West Gate, the battle was even more intense.

On the city wall, high in the sky, a bright red rose and a golden light and shadow constantly collided.

The flaming spear and the golden spear collided continuously, emitting a roar.

It was the martial saints of both sides duel to the death in the sky.

It was Aramis, the last of France's sharpshooters, and Ku Chulin, the former protector of Ireland, who had just surrendered to the Lord Protector of England not long ago.

Aramis's gun was as hot as fire, and Ku Chulin's gun was as fast as a flash.

However, it was the "Children of Light" who was stronger, and as time passed, Aramis gradually fell behind.

Under the gaze of everyone above and below the city wall, the brilliant blazing rose in the air was slowly withering, slowly withering, and blood was constantly spilling from the air.

The black-armored knight still wielded his spear as he flew through the air, but everyone knew that the wounded and tired figure would not last long.

If you don't run away, you'll die.

Some wept bitterly and begged their Spear Warriors to withdraw quickly, while others held swords in their hands and shouted to hand over the enemy to him, and they would fight ......

Everyone on the city wall was sincerely hoping that their last Sharpshooter Martial Saint would survive.

However, the only remaining Protector of France's Martial Saint did not escape after all.

Until a green comet pierced the sky and completely extinguished the stormy flower of fire.