Chapter 1033

The wind presses the weeds very low, as if showing off their strength and forcing the weeds to lower their heads. The sound of swish doesn't know whether it is the proud smile of the wind or the unyielding cry of the weeds.

There is a smell of blood in the wind.

Ping'an County governor Song regretted sitting on the wall as if he had collapsed. It was even difficult to stand up. Beside him lay a corpse whose eyes were not closed. The man had a wolf tooth arrow in his throat, and his blood had drained. Song Zi regretted that he tried his best to save his life, but he couldn't do it. The blood covered his hands and flowed out from his fingers.

Facing death, song regretted that he could do nothing.

The dead are his best. Stop, min Yong. Don't be cruel to Zheng. Song Zihui doesn't remember how many times Zheng ruthlessly led his troops behind him to defeat the thieves who tried to harm the people of Ping'an County. Eight thousand Ping'an children blocked death out of Ping'an County again and again.

But this time, death is too powerful.

Even if the enemy rotates 10000 people to attack every day, there will be no end of rotation in a month. If it weren't for the fact that the wolf cavalry were not good at siege, perhaps this place would have been razed to the ground. Up to now, more than half of the 8000 Minyong have been lost, and almost all the rest have been injured. In the past, the children of Ping'an County were never afraid of fighting, because they knew they would win in the end.

This time, victory may never come. Looking at the fatigue on the soldiers' faces, song Zihui suddenly had an impulse to open the door and go out. If he died himself, he would be willing to do so in exchange for the life of the whole city. But now, I'm afraid the Mongolian Yuan people outside the city have hated the people of the whole city.

Song Zi regretted that he didn't regret it. Even if he died, he didn't regret taking the people to resist the strong enemy.

He just loves these soldiers and people.

If it goes on like this, the city will be broken sooner or later. When the city is broken, I'm afraid that the angry Mongolian Yuan people will raise a butcher's knife to the people of the whole city.

"My Lord"

Next came a tired voice: "don't be sad. General Zheng's death is admirable."

Song Zihui looked around and found that the speaker was a bloody man. He was a little fat, but he looked very strong. Because his face was covered with blood, song regretted that he didn't recognize who he was. Seeing that the clothes on his body were not Minyong soldiers, but the people who spontaneously went to the city to help the people guarding the city.

He broke an arm and wiped it off his shoulder. Song ziregret suddenly remembered that his name was also Zheng and Zheng Nantian. He was a butcher in the city. He was ferocious on weekdays. Even those naughty gangsters didn't dare to provoke him. The day before yesterday, several Mongolian Yuan people climbed up the wall. He stabbed several with the pig killing knife, and his left arm was cut off by a Mongolian Yuan soldier.

With such a serious injury, he didn't go to town to rest.

"Why are you still in town?"

Song Zihui asked.

"Nothing"

Zheng Nantian grinned, and there was blood in the gap between his white teeth: "I can't come back. I don't have much ability, but I have great strength and can kill several Mongolian Yuan Tartars. I know I'm nothing. The city walls are built one by one. What if it's me?"

Song Zi regretted that he was shocked and hurt. It was such a common people that kept his faith all the time.

"Then you should go down and deal with the wound first!"

He shouted.

"Down, but I'm back."

Zheng Nantian smiled weakly. He took a pipe out of his pocket, stuffed it with bloody cut tobacco and lit it. After taking a sip, the cut tobacco burned hard, and the color of blood gradually disappeared.

"Don't be discouraged, sir. I'm not very good at talking and haven't read any books, but I know that as long as I insist, there may be miracles. When I was a child, I was weak and ill all day. Others said I couldn't live 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 my bones in the morning. So they insisted until I was seventeen or eighteen At that time, I was stronger than others. "

"Now I not only live well, but also have a mother-in-law and a baby."

He looked at Song and regretted, "isn't this a miracle?"

Outside the city, I remembered the unique horn sound of the Mongolian Yuan people. Zheng Nantian took a hard cigarette and struggled to stand up. He casually picked up a broken knife from the ground. His figure standing by the wall with his pipe in his mouth is as towering as a mountain. Song Zihui looked at him and suddenly felt that his strength had returned to his body.

"In fact, I'm afraid sometimes. Think about it. Sooner or later, the city will be broken. What's this jigsaw puzzle?"

Zheng Nantian looked at the dark Mongolian Yuan wolf riding outside the city and said to himself: "Later, I figured out that the purpose of fighting to death is to make the mother-in-law and children live a few more days. If we carry one more day, they will live one more day. One day is also good... That's what men should do! The mother-in-law is still young and beautiful, and the children learn to walk... At least I have to be worthy of them. Now the imperial court is over, and the people don't regard it as the emperor of heaven. But they regard me For God's sake, I can't let them down. "

He looked back and regretted to song: "there is a word I heard a few days ago. I forgot. It means that even if you die, you have to die like an appearance. You can't let outsiders look down on it. As long as you do what you should do, even if you die, it's nothing. It's called death."

"Death is well deserved."

Song Zi regretted his solemn answer.

"Well"

Zheng Nantian nodded: "that's it."

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Jiangbei Road

Lingmen pass

Yan Zeng's eyes are red.

The defenders on the wall refused to surrender. He tried to persuade them several times, but it was useless. Later, someone escaped from the lingmen pass and told him that the general in the city didn't know who to contact and was waiting for the army of Mongolian Yuan people. It is said that the man promised the general guarding the pass a first-class title and 30000 taels of gold.

Yan Zengqi almost vomited blood. Can he sell his ancestors for this?

The escaped people came down from the city wall in a hanging basket at night. A total of more than a dozen people were noticed. He was the only one who came out alive. When he was halfway down the hanging basket, someone cut the rope and broke his leg. He gnashed his teeth at the mention of those people in the city.

"Those people are crazy. They are all good people. Why are they crazy? All those who don't agree with them have been killed and want to be dogs for Mengyuan people!"

This made Yan Zeng feel a fire burning in his heart.

"Fire!"

Andrew's cry rang out in front, and the soldiers of the artillery battalion lit the fuse. With the sound of the artillery, a fire regiment immediately appeared on the city head of lingmen pass. Under such an attack, the soldiers guarding the city seemed to be frightened and curled up inside, afraid to show their heads.

But as soon as the guns stopped, the men began to fight back. Maybe it's because they know that things have been exposed and that opening the city gate is also a dead end, so they are particularly cruel.

"If I can't get the lingmen pass, I'll be the first to die!"

Yan Zeng roared and was about to rush forward with the horizontal knife. His generals pulled him from behind: "general, let's go up. These sons of bitches have forgotten what blood is flowing in their bones. Let's go up and chop them up!"

Several generals rushed up, but the mountain road was too narrow for the team to spread. Team by team rushed up, team by team was blocked, and they couldn't attack at all. The gate of lingmen pass was blocked by the rebels with stone sandbags, and the shells could not be opened. At most, more than a dozen people can pass side by side on the road. There are cliffs on both sides. This is no way to attack.

"I - Fuck - you - Mom!"

Andrew was also angry and scolded in such a strange tone.

"Boom!"

He pointed to the lingmen pass and shouted loudly: "even if we run out of shells, we will collapse the city wall. I don't believe it. We can't take a small lingmen pass with guns!"

The artillery kept puffing and puffing the burning snake, and the shells exploded one after another on the wall.

Until it was dark, the city wall finally collapsed, and many rebel soldiers hiding behind the wall pier rolled down with the collapsed stones. Andrew saw hope and ordered all artillery to aim at the collapsed piece and blast it over. For another half an hour, the wall over there was finally opened.

The wall outside lingmenguan is made of hard city bricks, and the inside is filled with soil. Although the ramming is very strong, after all the strength outside is broken, the soil inside begins to fall off.

After Yan Zeng saw it, he took off his cloak and personally led the team forward with a horizontal knife, regardless of the obstruction of his own soldiers. When the moon was about to rise to the top, he finally climbed up with his men and horses. The next is a more cruel and fierce white-edged war. People fight together on the not wide wall.

Before dawn, the soldiers finally attacked lingmenguan city and began to sweep. The city wall fell, and the rebels began to escape from the other side of the city pass. The soldiers of the black flag army began to chase forward and chased out for more than 30 miles to kill all the rebels. The bribed traitor was captured alive. After immediate interrogation, he realized that this guy was originally a disciple of the moon shadow hall and was just assigned to guard the spirit gate.

"Fortunately, the Mengyuan people haven't come yet, but according to the calculation of days, the Mengyuan people should have arrived long ago."

Chen Zhenyu, a hundred families of Xiaoqi school, doesn't understand.

"Someone must have blocked the Meng Yuan people across the river, and it has been blocked for many days!"

Yan Zeng immediately responded: "Chen Baihu, please take the people of Xiaoqi school to have a look. If someone really leads troops to fight with Mongolian Yuan Tartars, we can't help it!"

"Leave it to me!"

Chen Zhenyu hugged his fist and said, "if someone is blocking the Mongolian Yuan people, please send troops immediately. Those who can't defend on the west side of the river must be picked up as soon as possible."

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Song Zi regretted holding Zheng Nantian's incomplete body. His eyes hurt badly, but no tears came out. His tears have long dried up these days. Meng Yuan man-made a riprap truck. A huge stone pressed Zheng Nantian under it. After people tried to remove the stone, half of his body was rotten.

"My lord... Trust me..."

Zheng Nantian was still smiling. When he smiled, blood gushed out of his mouth: "there will be... There will be miracles."

"I believe you!"

Song ziregret clenched Zheng Nantian's hand, hoping that he would not become cold. But the God of death came and was pulling Zheng Nantian's soul away from his incomplete body. Even if song regretted holding it tight, it seemed that he could not prevent all this from happening.

"I once took a bubble of shit outside the back door of your house..."

Zheng Nantian must be in pain. His eyebrows are screwed together.

"Sorry..."

He said.

His arm fell down and hit his rotten half of his body with a slap, splashing a blood star on Song Zi's regretful face. The slightly hot blood stabbed Song Zi's regretful heart like a needle, so painful.

"There will be miracles!"

Song Zihui stood up and clenched his fist.