Haitian City.

In the evening, the fire in the West burned clouds, dyeing half of the sky red.

Another day of siege ended.

On the city, the "Wei" flags are flying in the wind and making noises. Wei Ru is wearing a light battle jacket, holding the steel knife at her waist, standing at the top of the city, her face is slightly pale.

Since she was injured in the first battle, she began to have a fever. In the subsequent battle, she has been in the city gate tower without moving.

However, the morale of the military and civilians in Haitian City was not affected by her absence. They motivated each other, fought against the thieves.

"Chongyuan. Even if you hit your head and get bloody, you can't imagine using four elite soldiers from ten thousand households to break through my Haitian City." Wei Ru looked at the boundless Mengyuan camp in front of him and sneered gently.

Immediately, Wei Ru called his personal soldiers to patrol the city wall. The bodies on the top of the city and the wounded soldiers had been transported down.

But the blood was left behind. The fresh blood was intertwined with the already blackened blood, which looked very dazzling and exuded a pungent smell.

The civilians are collecting arrows and weapons scattered on the ground.

The uninjured soldiers stood guard and patrol. After seeing the guards, they all lowered their heads to show respect.

"Sir."

"Miss Wei."

This city has no wavering, which is enough to make any famous general have a headache for it.

Outside the city.

At the gate of the Mengyuan Military Camp, Chunyuan was wearing a battle jacket and stood under the banner, staring at the city ahead for a long time.

"Prince. Dinner is ready." A personal soldier walked up and said carefully bent down.

"Oh." Chun Yuan withdrew his gaze and sighed. No matter how he attacked, no matter how fierce the Meng Yuan soldiers were, they were not afraid of death. This city seemed to be a mountain and could not be attacked.

I'm afraid even if he has all four elite soldiers from ten thousand households, he will not be able to shake the city. And if he has all four ten thousand households of war soldiers, what will he use to guard the Huanglong Mansion?

He has also seen Sun Tzu's Art of War.

Siege the city as the best.

Only if it is absolutely necessary will the general lead his troops to attack the city.

He felt a desire to retreat in his heart.

"Yeah." Chun Yuan nodded, turned around, surrounded by his personal soldiers, got off the camp gate and returned to the central army's tent.

Along the way, he saw many Mongolian Yuan soldiers. Not only was he dejected, but he was also not very morale.

Battle.

One round of energy will fade and then decay and three times exhaust.

As time goes by, morale will become lower and lower. He listens again, and the painful sounds made by the wounded soldiers in the tents around him.

These sounds follow like shadows and will further affect the morale of the warriors.

Looking and listening to the situation in the camp, Chunyuan's thought of withdrawing troops became stronger.

He soon returned to his central army tent and had a pretty sumptuous supper. After pondering for a long time, he sighed, called a personal soldier in, and ordered: "Tell the troops to prepare tonight and go back to Anding County tomorrow."

"Yes." The personal soldiers respectfully responded and turned around.

"Next. What should I do?" Chunyuan shook his head, stood up and walked to the inner tent, took out a topographic map, and sat on the bed to watch.

The seven cities in Huanglong Mansion, one of which is already Wu Nian's nail.

He also controlled six cities in his hands, and the six thousand soldiers under his command were barely intact. There were also veterans of Meng Yuan as a supplement to the city defense.

"There is no problem with the defense of Huanglong Mansion. The key is Guangyang Mansion." Chunyuan moved his eyes from Huanglong Mansion to Guangyang Mansion, and his eyes showed a look of worry.

There are high mountains and ridges, which are easy to defend but difficult to attack.

But their power was too weak, only three thousand households were needed to control seven cities. Most of these cities were Han people.

Renhe was not on their side. Once Wu Nian concentrated his strength to attack Guangyang Prefecture, it would not be so easy to defend. At this moment, Chunyuan heard a sound of footsteps.

"The prince. News came from Anding County. Wu Nian had defeated Wang Zhongbi. The light army went deep into Huanglong Mansion, regardless of the county town along the way, and rushed straight to Anding County. The Governor General sent someone to ask for help." The personal soldiers reported in the outer tent.

Chunyuan's brows frowned deeply and sighed softly.

Wang Zhongbi, A Dou can't help him.

"I understand." Chun Yuan waved his hand and said.

Anyway, he has decided to withdraw his troops, so the news doesn't mean much.

"yes."

The personal soldiers responded and turned and left.

Chunyuan didn't think much about it, and after washing up, he went to bed. Early the next morning, he ordered the camp to open a village, left Haitian City, and returned to Anding County.

On the south wall of the city.

Wei Ru wore a battle jacket and watched the Mongolian people leave here together with many war soldiers and militias. The corners of her mouth raised slightly, showing a satisfied smile.

Just as the general said, the fighting nation is nothing more than that.

"Cheer, please cheer. This is what you did. You defeated the four thousand-hundred-house soldiers of the Mongols." Wei Ru took a deep breath and said loudly.

"Oh oh oh!!!"

The war soldiers and militiamen were silent for a moment, then raised the weapons in their hands and cheered loudly. It was really not easy.

In just a few days, they lost a lot of comrades. But everything was worth it.

General Fu Han fought to Huanglong Mansion, and Miss Wei returned to Haitian City. We also saw with our own eyes that the Mongols were not invincible.

This is the credit of all of us.

Everything is worth it.

The cheering voice spread throughout the city. Soon, the men, women, young and old in Haitian City learned about the news.

They walked on the streets together as if they were celebrating the festival.

It's really, it's awesome.

The general is mighty.

The captain is mighty.

The Yan Han is mighty and powerful.

In front of the city gate tower, Wei Ru smiled even more when she heard the warm cheers. But she soon felt a slight discomfort and her mind was dizzy. Her face turned pale, her knees became soft, and then she threw herself to the left, her eyes involuntarily closed.

"Sir."

"Miss Wei. What's wrong with you?"

"Sir."

Before Wei Ru lost consciousness, she heard panic sounds.

"The general is bound to die in front of the formation. I have been bleeding too much over the years, so I have damaged my vitality?" Wei Ru said in his heart.

"But fortunately, I couldn't do it after Chun Yuan retreated. If he didn't retreat and I fainted, that would be bad."

Wei Ru was not afraid, but instead thought about it with relief, and then fell into a coma.

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"Da da da da da!!!"

The ten thousand soldiers led by Chunyuan quickly headed towards Anding County. Although they failed to capture Haitian City, the organization was barely complete.

Without fighting hard with a tough guy like Haitian City, the morale of the soldiers will be improved to the naked eye.

The army is strict and majestic and murderous.

Under the banner of the "Jin" character, Chunyuan sat on a horse, wearing a light battle jacket, and moved forward with the large group of people.
Chapter completed!