The sun is setting in the west and it is almost dusk.

Normally, this little time would pass in the blink of an eye. But today, it was extraordinarily long.

This day seems as long as a year.

Beishan Fort.

The northern city wall.

Countless Mongolian soldiers kept waving their steel knives, roaring like beasts, and attacked the city wall.

Under the city wall, there were many corpses lying dead on the city wall. The blood that flowed out stained the ground and the city wall with blood.

There were more corpses of Mongolian and Yuan soldiers than those of Beishan Fort soldiers.

Facing this tragic Shura field, the Meng Yuan warriors seemed to be walking on flat ground without any fear. They continued to move forward, forward, and forward like brave men who bravely risked their lives.

This is the nature of the Mongolian and Yuan fighting people, and because Jin Huanshan was supervising the battle from behind, they did not dare not fight tooth and nail.

Personal force is only one of the advantages of General Wanhu.

The generals of Wanhu who led the troops in battle were the ones who truly showed their abilities.

On the city wall, the soldiers of Beishan Fort were working extremely hard. Elite soldiers kept dying, and militiamen kept filling in.

Defending the city for three consecutive days has weakened Beishan Fort.

However, the soldiers of Beishan Fort had no fear or fear at all. Instead, they became more and more courageous as they fought, and everyone regarded death as if they were home.

The continuous battles with the Mongolian people made them no longer afraid of the Mongolian soldiers.

Behind them is the city wall and their families. They have no way to retreat and nowhere to go.

Only one word.

"kill!!!!"

No matter who comes to attack Beishan Fort, whether they are Mongolians or wild beasts, they will be killed even if they are bitten.

We are the soldiers of Beishan Fort!!!!!!!!!

Wei Ru wore the armor he had fought for three days in a row, holding a steel knife in his hand, and fought hard. The armor on his body was full of arrow holes and marks left by the blade, and the steel knife in his hand was also full of gaps.

The body hidden in the armor was riddled with holes and pain was everywhere. But she did not take a step back and guarded the city wall for three days.

"kill!!!!"

Another Mongolian soldier rushed up to the city wall. Wei Ru's eyes widened and he screamed. He raised his knife and dropped it, and his head flew up. This Mongolian soldier who had just climbed up the city wall and was too late to be happy, was confused.

In the middle, his head fell, and after shaking for a while, his body fell on the city wall and became part of many corpses.

"Touch!!!" Wei Ru felt pain in her left shoulder. She looked down and saw a dark arrow hitting her. The iron arrow broke through the armor and slightly penetrated her body.

Wei Ru raised the steel knife in his hand expressionlessly, and cut off the arrow with the knife, leaving only a small section.

"Bump!!!" She flew up with her right leg and kicked a Mongolian soldier in the abdomen, sending the soldier flying and falling off the city wall.

Facing the seemingly endless Mongol and Yuan soldiers, Beishan Fort was like a warship sailing in a rough sea. Although it was surrounded by dangers, it never capsized.

Just like the flag of "Yan Han" hanging on the city gate tower, as long as the people are in the city and the flag is in spirit, we are invincible.

The days are like years.

The days are like years.

Even with Wei Ru's strength, three consecutive days of high-intensity fighting, coupled with such hot weather, he felt a little groggy for a while.

She seemed to be a machine, using spirit as fuel, forcing her body to fight and fight numbly. Gradually, the armor on her body turned into blood color, and the gathered blood slowly dripped on the ground.

The murderous aura gathered together, like an evil ghost.

No. She was originally an evil ghost, a revengeful evil ghost.

It is up to her to avenge the Wei family.

Under the stubborn resistance of Beishan Fort, the day finally passed. When the sun completely set, the sky was filled with only flaming clouds.

The Mongols withdrew their troops.

"Ding ding ding!!!!" The rapid sound of gold and iron sounded. The Meng Yuan soldiers who heard the sound pulled the wooden curtain cart, well cart, and ladder cart, and receded like the tide, leaving corpses all over the ground.

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"Hoo ho ho!!!!" Wei Ru's tight body suddenly softened, and he knelt on the ground with one knee, a steel knife in his right hand, and his breathing sound was like the sound of a broken bellows pulling, which was unusually unpleasant.

Her lungs felt like they were on fire, and there were bursts of pain.

As the Mongolian soldiers retreated, the medical team led by Wang Ruyan, who had been prepared long ago, climbed onto the city wall and began to treat the wounded soldiers.

"Hold on, big brother. You'll be fine." Wang Ruyan's aura of being a coward was not left at all. She was dressed very simply and treated a wounded soldier very skillfully, and spoke to comfort him.

Xiaohong followed her and helped her.

"Everyone, eat slowly and don't choke. There are plenty of cakes." Liu Xiang and Wu led another group of women, carrying baskets containing pieces of wheat cakes.

Wheat cakes with just salt and no fillings, at this time, were the supreme delicacy for the soldiers. They stretched out their hands one after another, grabbed the wheat cakes, bitten and swallowed them crazily.

With.

Liu Xiang did not wear a skirt, only trousers and long clothes. She was very simple and full of capable atmosphere. She kept running up and down, not only delivering food, but also helping to carry wounded soldiers.

As for the corpse, we will talk about it later. The dead are already dead and are not as important as the living.

Men fight to the death, women assist.

In Beishan Castle, no one is redundant.

Everyone is united and united.

It is undefeated.

Even though Wu Nian is not in the castle, his spirit and soul are still here.

Home is here too.

Wei Ru was quickly helped by her maids to sit down in the city gate building, and the gate was immediately closed. The maids were divided into two teams, one team went down to carry hot water, and the other team helped to untie her clothes.

armor.

When the armor was completely peeled off, the maidservants shed tears. The close-fitting clothes were covered with blood, and the old wounds were not healed, but new ones were added.

Their young lady is not married yet, but her body is already riddled with holes.

The maids used scissors to cut off Wei Ru's clothes. Wang Ruyan was invited in and picked out arrows with a knife.

The arrow landed in the wooden basin and made a "dong-dong-dong" sound.

Wang Ruyan tied up Wei Ru with a bandage. She opened her red lips and wanted to say, don't let the wound burst, but she couldn't.

In such a fight, how could the wound not burst?

After quick treatment, the maids wiped Wei Ru's body with hot cloths, and then helped put on new clothes and coats.

"Lieutenant, can I come in?" Liu Zhixing's voice sounded.

"Come in." Wei Ru's voice was full of hoarseness.

Liu Zhixing walked in from the outside, and the smell of blood poured into his nose. He looked at Wei Ru, who was pale but sitting upright, and was silent for a moment.

"Lieutenant, I have recruited a new group of militiamen. Please order them." Liu Zhixing said.

"Okay." Wei Ru replied simply.

"Do you want to take a day off?" Liu Zhixing couldn't help but ask.

"No. I can hold on." Wei Ru shook his head slightly and replied. His eyebrows were full of determination, and the rock could not turn.

Liu Zhixing nodded, turned around and walked out with a fist in his hand. But when he reached the door, he stopped, turned around and said: "Wei Xiaowei, the winner must be us, the Han people."
Chapter completed!