At this moment, Wu Nian was like a ghost, with a breathtaking aura.

The slave seemed to be stationary by the magic and did not move. After a while, his knees softened and his butt sat on the ground, 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.

He may die. But he believes that Beishan Fort will definitely win.

He has already decided on the sequence of deputy generals. Li Yong and Zhang Jin arrange it.

Wu Nian came to the door with great strides, opened the gate, and walked out of the city gate tower. When Wu Nian stood up, his eyes were not only bright.

The eyes lit up too.

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

His efforts were not worthless. The elite soldiers and militiamen quickly calmed down. The militia and elite soldiers cooperated with each other, blocked the Mongolian Yuan warriors with spears, and used steel knives to kill the other party's lives.

Although it is still very bad, it is at least blocked. It is no longer one-sided.

His soldiers grew rapidly on the battlefield.

Wu Nian took back his pace and did not move forward. Now he needs to accumulate energy and prepare for tomorrow's hard work.

But he was a little worried about the situation in the east and west of the city. He couldn't help but turn around and look, thinking, "Brother, Tie Niu, you have to hold on."

Just hold on to it today, and fight to the death with the Mongols tomorrow.

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

There is a suicide squad under Li Dazui in the north of the city. Not to mention anything else, the number of people is more than 300. Zhang Chongshui and Zhang Guang in the east and west of the city are not.

The entire terrain of Beishan Fort can only be deployed to the north, east and west to attack the city. Liu Wu at the south gate only brought only a small team of elite soldiers and more than 100 militias to prevent the sudden, small-scale attacks of the Mongols.

Zhang Jin defended the east of the city, and Tie Niu defended the west of the city.

East of the city.

Zhang Jin was wearing heavy armor and leaning on a steel knife to look forward, with several broken arrows inserted into his body.

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

Because Zhang Chongshui had few troops and no suicide squads, he was much easier to defend than Wu Nian. After blocking the first few waves of offensives, his elite soldiers and militia gradually learned the skills of fighting with the Mongolian Yuan people, and fought very well.

"Although it's cruel, just let my soldiers fight a few more games, eliminate the weak and the strong survive. My soldiers will soon become elite."

Zhang Jin turned his head, looked at every move on the battlefield, and thought to himself.

"Kill!!!" At this moment, Zhang Jin saw two Mongolian Yuan soldiers rushing up in a place, cooperated with each other, and killed some elite soldiers and militias. He roared and rushed over with great strides.

"Shoot him." The archer in the well car immediately opened his firepower and shot the arrows in his hand at Zhang Jin. The arrows were inserted into Zhang Jin's neck. Zhang Jin's bravery was also shocked and sweated in a cold sweat, but he did not stop. In the blink of an eye, he came to the front of the two Mongolian Yuan soldiers, and the sword flashed and solved the two.

There were also a few more arrows on his armor.

"Cover General." The Beishan Fort archers in the city were not vegetarians, and they were crowded. They hurriedly greeted and shot arrows at the Mengyuan archers on the well car.

It’s just that the Mengyuan archers were protected by armor, and the casualties were very small.

Zhang Jin quickly returned to a safe position, and re-staying in front of him with a knife to watch the situation. A look of worry appeared on his face, and he thought to himself: "It seems that there is no problem today, but what about tomorrow? What about the day after tomorrow?"

"I'm afraid all the flesh and blood men in Beishan Fort will be able to hold on for four days."

His judgment is similar to Wu Nian. Long-term battle will lead to failure.

What should I do? Should I abandon Beishan Fort and break through?

What should the old and weak do? What should the woman and the child do? Will it be given to the Mongols and Yuan people to ravage?

Or do you arm the strong woman after the man dies and truly shed blood?

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

This is a desperate situation.

The Mengyuan warriors are really too strong.

The fight to the death was not only Wu Nian, Zhang Jin, Tie Niu, Li Yong, Wang Ruyan, and peasant women.

The kitchens of each household have never stopped. Some are burning ginger and tea, some are boiling water, and the chimneys of each household are filled with thick smoke.

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

Peasant women risked their lives to drag militias down from the city walls, their husbands and sons down, and returned to the military hall.

Wang Ruyan led a team of peasant women who could undergo surgery, so busy that they didn't touch the ground.

"Hurry, go and get the wine."

"Quick, sheep intestinal thread."

Wang Ruyan reached out to wipe the sweat from her forehead, sighed, fed a sip of wine to a dying militia, and then walked away.

This is the final farewell.

There is no help.

She was a very strong woman, but when she looked at the soldiers who were dying, she was not dead yet, but she kept screaming, she felt very panicked.

"Damn the Mongol people." She gritted her teeth in her heart.

Although she is also a Liaodong woman, she has been raised in a brothel since she was a child. She has never seen the cruelty of the Mongolian Yuan soldiers, and has never experienced such a bloody battle.

The anger towards the Mongols rose at this moment.

"Wuwuwu. The head of the family. Don't close your eyes. Mrs. Wang, Mrs. Wang, look at my head."

A peasant woman cried in her husband, looking up at Wang Ruyan and begged.

Wang Ruyan shuddered, quickly put down the distracting thoughts in her heart, ran over, but her feet softened, she fell to the ground, and fell into a mess. The palms of her two snow-white little hands were stained with blood, but she did not cry, and got up and ran towards the wounded soldier.

At this moment, Liu Xiang walked in from outside the door. After taking a closer look, she shouted to Wang Ruyan: "Sister Wang, I'll help."

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

Wu followed behind her butt and also held a large wooden basin.

"And I." Zhang Zhen poked his head out from behind, holding many bandages in his arms.

Wang Ruyan looked back and showed a little smile on her face. Hearing Liu Xiang, "Sister, come over and help me hold him down."

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

The disaster of the family.

Men are the fight, women are the assistants.

At the Beishan Fort, no matter what it is, the fighting spirit is boiling or cowardly. Whether it is active or passive, they have already boarded this chariot.

Or the city is broken and all the deaths will be gone.
Chapter completed!