The wind suppressed the weeds very low, as if showing off their strength and forcing the weeds to lower their heads. I don't know if the swishing sound is the triumphant laugh of the wind or the unyielding cry of the weeds.
There was a bloody smell in the wind, very strong.
Song Zihui, the Magistrate of Ping'an County, leaned against the city wall, as if he had collapsed and couldn't even stand up. Beside him lay a dead body whose eyes hadn't closed yet. There was a spiked arrow stuck in the man's throat, and the blood had already flowed dry. Song Zihui tried his best to save his life but couldn't. The blood covered his hands and dripped out from between his fingers.
In the face of death, Song Zihui was helpless.
The person who died was his most effective stopper, Minyong, and Zheng Lun. Song Zihui couldn't remember how many times Zheng Han led his troops to follow behind him, defeating those bandits who tried to harm the people of Ping'an County. Eight thousand Pingan Erlang blocked the god of death from the outside of Ping'an County time and time again.
But this time, the Grim Reaper was too powerful.
Even if the enemy uses 10,000 people to attack in rotation every day, the rotation cannot be completed in a month. If it weren't for the fact that the wolf cavalry were really not good at siege warfare, perhaps this place would have been razed to the ground. Persisting until now, most of the eight thousand minyongs have been lost, and almost all the rest are injured. In the past, this Ping'an army had never been afraid of fighting, because they knew that they would win in the end.
This time, victory may never come. Seeing the tiredness on the faces of the soldiers, Song Zihui suddenly had the urge to open the door and go out. If he could die in exchange for the lives of the whole city, he was willing to do that. But the resistance has reached now, I am afraid that the Mengyuan people outside the city have already hated the people of the whole city to the bone.
Song Zihui didn't regret it, even if he died, he didn't regret leading the people to resist the powerful enemy.
He just feels sorry for these soldiers and people.
If things go on like this, the destruction of the city will only happen sooner or later. When the city is broken, I'm afraid that the Mongolian people will raise their butcher's knives against the people of the city.
"grown ups."
A tired voice came from the side: "Don't be sad, General Zheng's death is admirable from the bottom of my heart."
Song Zihui turned his head to look, and found that the person who spoke was a bloody man, a little fat, but he looked very strong. Because his face was covered in blood, Song Zihui didn't recognize who he was. The clothes on his body were not Minyong's soldiers, but the people who came to the city to help defend the city.
He had a broken arm, all over the shoulder. Song Zihui suddenly remembered that this man was also surnamed Zheng, and his name was Zheng Nantian. He was a butcher in the city, and he was usually fierce. Even those gangsters would not dare to provoke him. A few days ago, several Mongolian Yuan people climbed up the city wall, and he stabbed several of them to death one after another with the pig-killing knife, and he was cut off his left arm by a Mongolian Yuan soldier.
With such a serious injury, he didn't go down to the city to rest.
"Why are you still in the city?"
Song Zihui asked.
"Nothing."
Zheng Nantian grinned, and the gaps between his white teeth were bloodshot: "I can't get this arm back if I go down. I have nothing but strength, and I can kill a few Mongol tartars. I know I'm not worth it." What, the city walls are built piece by piece, what if it is my brick that is missing?"
Song Zihui felt a pain in his heart, it was the people like this that kept his faith alive.
"Then you should go down and treat the wound first!"
he said aloud.
"Go down, but I'm back again."
Zheng Nantian smiled weakly. He took out a pipe from his pocket, stuffed it with bloody tobacco and lit it. After taking a puff, the tobacco burned very hard, and the color of the blood gradually disappeared.
"My lord, don't be discouraged. I'm not very good at talking, and I haven't read any books, but I know that as long as I persevere, there may be miracles. When I was young, I was weak and sick all day long. Others said I couldn't survive. I was five or six years old, but my parents didn’t give up. They took me to see a doctor, and then accompanied me to exercise in the morning, so I persisted, and when I was seventeen or eighteen, I was actually stronger than others.”
"Now I am not only living well, but also have a wife and a baby."
He looked at Song Zihui: "Isn't this a miracle?"
Outside the city, the unique horn sound of the Mongolian Yuan people came to mind again. Zheng Nantian took a drag on his cigarette and struggled to stand up. He randomly picked up a chipped knife from the ground. His figure standing on the edge of the city wall with a pipe in his mouth was as majestic as a mountain. Song Zihui looked at him, and suddenly felt his strength return to his body.
"Actually, I'm also afraid sometimes. Think about it, sooner or later the city will be destroyed. What are you trying to do?"
Zheng Nantian looked at the Mengyuan Wolf Rider who was crushed by the darkness outside the city, and said to himself, "Later, I figured it out. This desperate effort is just to let the women and children live a few more days. Let's carry it for one more day. They Just live one more day. One day is good... This is what men should do! The mother-in-law is still young and beautiful, and the child has only learned to walk... At least I have to be worthy of them. Now the court is over, and the emperor who the people regard as the sky is gone .But they regard me as God, and I can't let them down."
He looked back at Song Zihui: "I heard someone say it a few days ago. I forgot. It means that even if you die, you have to die in a decent way. You can't let outsiders look down on you. Just do what you have to do. It’s okay to die, what’s the point of death.”
"Death deserved."
Song Zihui answered solemnly.
"Um."
Zheng Nantian nodded: "That's it."
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Gangbuk-do
Lingmen Guan Yanzeng's eyes were a little red.
The defenders on the city wall refused to surrender no matter what they said, and he persuaded him several times to no avail. Later, someone escaped from Lingmen Gate and told him that the generals in the city did not know who they had contacted with, and they were waiting for the army of the Mengyuan people. I heard that that person promised the general guarding the gate a title of first-class marquis and thirty thousand taels of gold.
Yan Zeng was so angry that he almost vomited blood, could he betray his ancestors for this
The people who escaped came down from the city wall in a hanging basket at night. There were more than a dozen people in total, but they were noticed, and he was the only one who came out alive. legs. Speaking of those people in the city, he gritted his teeth in hatred.
"Those people are crazy. They are all good people, why are they crazy? Everyone who didn't agree with them was killed, and they just wanted to be dogs for the Mengyuan people!"
These words made Yan Zeng feel a fire in his heart.
"fire!"
Andrew's shout sounded ahead, and the soldiers of the artillery battalion lit the fuze. The cannons exploded one after another, and fireballs burst out immediately on the top of Lingmenguan. Under such an offensive, the soldiers defending the city seemed to be frightened, and they curled up inside, not daring to show their faces.
But as soon as the artillery stopped, those people began to fight back. Perhaps it was because they knew that the matter had been revealed, and opening the city gate by themselves would be a dead end, so they were extra vicious.
"If I can't win the Spirit Gate, I will be the first to apologize with death!"
Yan Zeng roared, and was about to charge forward with the horizontal knife, his generals pulled him from behind: "General, let us go, these sons of bitches have forgotten what kind of blood is bleeding in their bones, let us go up and chop it up!" Break them!"
Several generals and soldiers rushed up, but the mountain road was too narrow, and the team couldn't spread out at all. Teams rushed up one after another, and the teams were blocked, so they couldn't attack at all. The city gate of Lingmenguan was blocked by the rebels with stone sandbags, and the shells could not open it. At most a dozen people can pass side by side on the road, and there are cliffs on both sides, so it is impossible to attack like this.
"I fuck your mother!"
Andrew was also angry, cursing lamely, with such a strange tone.
"boom!"
He pointed at the Lingmen Gate and roared loudly: "Even if I run out of shells, I will blow down the city wall. I don't believe it. Even if we have artillery, we can't take down a small Lingmen Gate!"
The artillery kept pumping out the fire snakes, and the shells exploded one after another on the city wall.
Until it got dark, a piece of the city wall finally collapsed, and many rebel soldiers hiding behind the wall rolled down along with the collapsed stones. Andrew saw the hope, and ordered all the artillery to aim at the collapsed piece and bombard it. After another full hour of blasting, a hole was finally opened in the wall over there.
The outside of the city wall of Lingmenguan was made of hard bricks, and the inside was filled with soil. Although it was rammed very firmly, after the strength on the outside was all broken, the soil inside began to fall off in large pieces.
After Yan Zeng saw it, he took off his cloak, and led the team forward with a horizontal knife regardless of the obstruction of the soldiers. When the moon was about to rise to the highest point, he finally climbed up with his men and horses. What followed was a more brutal and fierce hand-to-hand combat, where people piled up and fought together on the narrow city wall.
Before dawn, the soldiers finally broke into the city of Lingmenguan and began to sweep. The walls fell, and the rebels began to escape from the other side of the gate. The soldiers of the Black Banner Army started to chase forward, and chased them for more than 30 miles, killing all the rebels. The bribed traitor was captured alive, and after an immediate interrogation, he realized that this guy was originally a disciple of the Moon Shadow Hall, who happened to be assigned to guard the Spirit Gate.
"Fortunately, the Mengyuan people haven't come yet, but according to the calculation of the days, the Mengyuan people should have arrived long ago."
Chen Zhenyu, a hundred households of Xiaoqi School, was a little confused.
"Someone must have blocked the Mengyuan people on the other side of the river, and it has been blocked for a long time!"
Yan Zeng immediately reacted: "Chen Baihu, please take the people from the Xiao Cavalry School over to have a look. If there are indeed people leading troops to fight fiercely with the Mongolian Tartars, we have to save them!"
"give it to me!"
Chen Zhenyu clasped his fists together: "If someone is blocking the Mengyuan people, please ask the general to send troops immediately. If the Hexi side can't defend, they must be brought back as soon as possible."
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Song Zihui hugged Zheng Nantian's mutilated body, his eyes hurt badly but no tears came out. These days, his tears have already been shed dry. Meng Yuan made a catapult, and a huge rock pressed Zheng Nantian under it. After people tried their best to move the stone away, half of his body was rotten.
"My lord... trust me..."
Zheng Nantian was still smiling, and when he smiled, blood gushed out of his mouth: "There will be... there will be a miracle."
"I trust you!"
Song Zihui held Zheng Nantian's hand tightly, hoping that he would not become cold. But the god of death still came, bit by bit pulling Zheng Nantian's soul away from his mutilated body. No matter how tightly Song Zihui gripped it, it seemed like he couldn't stop this from happening.
"I once took a shit outside your back door, my lord..."
Zheng Nantian must have been in too much pain, his brows were knit together.
"sorry… "
He said.
The arm fell down, and hit his rotten half of the body with a thud, splashing a splash of blood, splashing Song Zihui's face. The slightly hot blood pricked Song Zihui's heart like a needle, it hurt so much.
"There will be a miracle!"
Song Zihui stood up and clenched his fists.