North City Gate.

Wu Nian turned his back to the heavy city gate and was wearing a brand new armor. The old one was already broken, so it would be very dangerous to use.

Next to him was a thick soldier, with a proud look on his face, holding a flagpole in his hand, and the "Yan Han" flag was hung on it, floating slightly in the wind.

Zhang Jin, Tie Niu, Liu Wu, Li Yong, Zhang Sheng, Wang Gui and others stood behind Wu Nian, pressing the handle of the knife with their hands, their bodies motionless like sculptures, and their faces were serious.

"Hu." Wu Nian breathed out, looked at the layers of figures in surprise, and then showed a look of relief.

He just recruited 200 members of the suicide squad because too many people were meaningless. The next step was to targeted assault, not large-scale combat.

There are many people and few people, and it will not affect the situation of the battle.

Also, he plundered the armor from the entire army, but he only obtained more than 200 pieces. This was the spoils seized from the Mongolian Yuan soldiers after defeating Zhu Erha in the last tunnel battle.

People who prepare for the Armour have huge advantages in playing.

If you don’t have armor, it’s just a death. Why let more people die? Two hundred people are enough.

And there were at least four or five hundred people in front of me.

First of all, they were not afraid of death, secondly, they were not afraid of the Mongols' field battles and were willing to gather around him and fight with him.

It's very rare.

Wu Nian thought for a while and said to the four or five hundred soldiers who died, "The 13579-born person stands on my right, while the rest stands on the left."

The soldiers who died suddenly became turbulent. They looked at each other and everyone was willing to follow the general out of the city to kill the Mongols.

But why are there more monks and less porridge?

If you say this, you will definitely not be aimless. This is the rhythm of choosing half of the people.

The Death Soldier had no choice but to slip into the trap, and no one knew the answer, so he could only act accordingly. After a while of hesitation, the Death Soldier quickly turned into two teams.

"The 13579 people will go back to the soldiers and pick up their weapons, go to the east and west of the city to defend the city walls. Because the Mongolian Yuan soldiers in the west and outside the east of the city are very likely to launch an attack. Wang Gui, Zhang Sheng, you lead them. Li Yong, you are in charge.

General’s Mansion, coordinate the overall situation. If it is not good, send weapons to the old man.”

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

The general of the army, just stride forward, cannot hesitate or stop.

"Yes." Li Yong, Wang Gui, and Zhang Sheng raised their heads and chests, and said loudly.

The Death Soldier who was not selected was a little turbulent and wanted to scratch his head. We were only born in 13579 and were not selected? This is not something we can decide, we are not convinced.

But although they were not convinced, none of them dared to resist. They went back to get their weapons and prepared to go to the east and west of the city.

The remaining soldiers who died were all excited. I chose it.

Even-born is so awesome.

Wu Nian took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Since ancient times, the battles that defeated the more with fewer are not counted clearly."

"Some are the coaches who are good at planning, but some are the coaches who are brave and soldiers are not afraid of death."

"During the Chu and Han Dynasty, Zhang Han led hundreds of thousands of Qin soldiers to sweep across Guandong, and the princes were terrified. Xiang Yu selected 50,000 elite soldiers and won nine battles in Julu and defeated Zhang Han."

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

"I dare not compare with Xiang Yu and Zhang Liao. But compared with Sun Quan and Zhang Han, the commander of the Yuan Dynasty outside the city, he is not a person, but the warriors of the Yuan Dynasty are powerful."

"Today's battle, I will make an alliance with you. If I fail, I will kill myself and become a righteous person." After Wu Nian finished speaking, he waved to Li Yong.

Immediately, many militiamen walked out from behind the buildings on both sides, sent them to each of the two hundred death-death soldiers, and poured them into the wine.

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

"Prepare armor and take weapons." Wu Nian put his right hand on his hips and held the knife in his left hand, with a cold face.

The passionate blood in the body of the Death Soldiers has been fully stimulated, and the huge spiritual energy makes them feel like they are superhuman.

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

After shattering.

"Yes." The corresponding sound is neat and uniform.

Then, the militia took out armor and put it on for everyone one by one. The armor was still fighting the Mongols on the city wall during the day, either peeled off from the dead, or temporarily used.

All are concentrated here.

As for weapons, spears and spears are the main ones, and everyone wears swords and prepares 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 with his left hand and putting his right hand on his hips, motionless. The cold wind blew his hair slightly up, like two small snakes.

Li Yong, the three major warriors and the 200 death-death soldiers were like sculptures, following Wu Nian without moving.

"Da da da da da."

Until a burst of rapid footsteps sounded, an observer walked down from above and saluted Wu Nian panting and said, "General, the gate of the Mengyuan Camp is open."

"When they arrange the siege cars in an orderly manner, come and report." Wu Nian said calmly without opening his eyes.

"Yes." The observer responded and ran up the city wall quickly.

After a while, he ran down at a faster speed.

"Sir, the siege cars are arranged neatly." He held his knees and panted.

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

"Yes." A group of militia responded, and pushed open the city gate with a clatter. Wu Nian took the horse spear from a slave and turned over the horse vigorously.

A pair of feet were firmly placed in the stirrup, and the horse spear was placed on the back with his right hand and the horse reins tightly with his left hand.

"Go up. Don't stop your steps, killing sounds cannot be stopped. Let me kill you as I wish." Wu Nian shouted loudly, clamped the reins of the horse with both feet, and rushed out with the lead.

"Yuan 其!!!" The black war horse roared.

Zhang Jin, Liu Wu, and the three generals of Tienniu were also holding horse spears and wearing heavy armor, following closely behind.

"kill!!!!!"

The roar and killing sounds of 200 soldiers who had already accumulated had already been filled with, pouring out the city walls, following Wu Nian's footsteps.

The hero holding the "Yan Han" flag in his hand, his face turned red and his body was trembling with excitement.

The city gate was not closed.

Veteran Li Yong stood at the gate of the city, looked at the general who was out of the formation with his knife, and lowered his head slightly. In fact, there was nothing to be in charge of command.

If it fails, the entire castle will perish.

If successful, the North City Gate does not require garrison.
Chapter completed!