Under the city of Yanjing, the southern army camp was on the afternoon of the third day.

"Mr. Marquis, the vanguard will take the third division first and withdraw.

The boys fought to the death today and were already waiting for the city wall. Unfortunately, they were forced to retreat by the northerners with the tactic of casualties. The three troops are now suffering heavy casualties and are no longer able to fight again."

The deputy general who was supervising the battle on the front line used to wipe the black and gray sweat on his face, leaned over to sit on the tent, and said, "Wihou, who had no expression on his face, said:

"There have been siege for 19 times today, and the northern invaders have been killed or injured. Our army should not be underestimated. Marquis, the war is fierce and it is almost night. It is better to take a break for a night because of the morale in the camp?"

"What is the morale of the troops in the camp?"

Wei Hou refused to say anything, he stared at the map, his tone was calm, and answered questions that were not asked.

The deputy general's expression changed slightly and bowed his hand and replied:

"The Hundred War Army units are not afraid of death and injuries, and they still have the same desire to fight. The other border troops have few casualties and their morale can still be maintained, but they have fought for several days and their soldiers are tired."

"Um."

Weihou nodded, twisted his beard and said:

“You go and arrange it.

Four troops were left to prepare in the camp, and the other troops gathered together to serve as support. I think we were so tired that the northerners were not iron-clad, they would only be more tired than us!

The stage of slapping the enemy's aura has passed, and the next is the critical time to defeat the enemy in one battle!"

A fierce light flashed in Zhao Lian's eyes, and he moved his body like a tiger. He waved his hand and said coldly:

"The soldiers and generals of the Hundred Battles are truly worthy of being the pillars of the country. Since the men are eager to fight, I am not able to stop them. I sent five troops of the Hundred Battles, leaving 15,000 people.

After the incense stick, we will fight at night in the city!

The crossbowmen of the entire army got on the cloud car, brought a foot of arrows and sulphurs, and the explosive bombs made by the craftsmen in the army, were thrown into Yanjing City by me!"

The old man stood up, threw away the two small iron balls in his hand, spread his arms and said:

"Left and right, I will be wearing armor!"

The personal soldiers in the tent immediately stepped forward and put on black armor for Wei Hou.

Someone was given a heavy battle helmet, a tall Zhao family descendant, holding a heavy and sharp Qinglong sword for Weihou.

Zhao Lian turned his head and looked at the deputy general who was waiting for the order beside him, and his tone became colder.

"I will personally supervise the battle tonight. All military commanders must enforce orders and fight to the death with all their hearts. If you go on a business trip, come and see you!"

"Abide by the order!"

The deputy general's heart tightened, and Wei Hou had made the final decision.

Tonight is the time of a decisive battle without warning.

After only three days of siege, less than half of the more than 30,000 battle troops who came with the army were left.

Nearly 20,000 soldiers were buried under the city of Yanjing within three days.

Let alone the northerners on the city wall.

Even the Southern Army itself was a little overwhelmed by the tactics that regarded human life as a mustard.

But in the past few days, Wei Hou seemed more and more ruthless and more stubborn.

The majesty is getting more and more powerful, which puts great pressure on his subordinates.

They dared not guess Wei Hou’s thoughts, nor did they dare to ask.

But what the Marquis said was indeed intimately in line with the military's methods. After the three-day decisive battle, more than 20,000 lives of blood were scattered all over the city, and the northern defenders were indeed on the verge of fatigue and collapse.

It's like a string that has been tightened to the extreme, and if it is applied a little more pressure, it will break.

Maybe after a night of rest, morale can be restored.

But unfortunately, Zhao Lian, who had fought for a lifetime, would no longer give them a chance to rest and recover.

The rhythm of this battle.

Zhao Lian has always been controlled quietly.

Now, it's this veteran in the South who plays the ultimate card.

At the same time, on the Yanjing city wall, which had just calmed down, the imperial guards of the city wall were carrying out a very special activity.

These days, the person responsible for guarding the city wall was the head of the little noble family who raised an army with the little king half a year ago.

Called Wanyan Mu.

He was born in a small tribe in Liaodong and was originally a warrior in the army who fought with Yelu Chong. After the old king died, he was unwilling to be loyal to the Tongwu Cult, so he was driven out of the army and was suppressed by the happy dog-legged men of the national teacher for more than ten years.

Depressed and unsuccessful, he is now re-activated by the small king and relied on fighting to defend the city.

It is already considered a two-level "member of followers".

Faced with the violent Southern Army, you may die in battle at any time, which is really not an easy life. The tragic siege of these three days is indeed rare in Wanyan Mu's life.

But that kind of ambition that could show its ambitions before death made Wanyan Mu look full of fighting even though he was covered in blood.

Moreover, the youngest son in the family was sent out of Yanjing by the king and had no worries anymore.

In the past few days, this general defending the city has made plans and every war first, which makes the generals and soldiers on the city wall admire them very much.

But now, General Wanyan Mu, who was extremely brave, was following behind a young man wearing a small black armor, which was completely different from his previous majestic appearance.

The black-armored boy was also surrounded by a large group of brave men with big arms and round waists. Each of them had sharp eyes, held long soldiers in his hands, and was full of evil spirits.

The identity of a boy must be extraordinary.

"Your Majesty, how can you come to the front line for your wealth?"

The general defending the city was sweating coldly. While talking to the little king, he asked the eunuch Ade, who was also wearing small armor with his eyes.

Why should I bring the king to a dangerous place? Isn’t this causing trouble?

Ade struggled to carry the heavy halberd, his eyes full of helplessness.

He persuaded him, and used all the methods.

But the king of the country doesn't listen and has his own plans. What else can he do?

"Wanyan Qing doesn't have to worry so much."

Yelu Jienan did not have the slightest awareness of causing trouble for others. He was holding a sharp short sword inlaid with pearls and jade, and looked at everything in front of him curiously.

"I am just worried about the war. Today I will look at the situation on the front line so that I can feel relieved. I will take a look and leave. It will definitely not affect your command, and I will never give orders randomly.

Wanyan Qing rest assured."

Yelu Jienan looked around while talking, her eyes full of searching. It was the first time he had seen the real tragic battlefield.

However, his purpose of coming to the city wall today was not as simple as he said.

In front of him was the city wall emitting a strong smell of blood, and cracks were everywhere on the green bricks and stones, as if they were covered with unknown red paint.

The soldiers guarding here are undergoing a change of defense, which is noisy.

But there is order in chaos.

The old soldiers, who were numb by the fierce siege, curled up in the corner with their weapons, and seized every breath to rest.

They pinched the dry food with astringent mouth and chewed it without appetite.

The whole person's eyes are dull, as if he is active, but this kind of rest can allow the soldiers to preserve their physical strength. Once something happens, their reaction will be extremely quick.

As for those new men, their reactions were much worse.

Even if the war ends briefly.

But each one is still a little absent-minded.

He hugged the weapons in his arms tightly, some hugged their heads and cried, while others looked dull, witnessing the tragic events in the world with their own eyes, making these new soldiers look as if they were dead.

Those soldiers who went down to the city to change defense would also take the corpses on the city together. The corpses died strangely, making the little king who was not afraid of heaven and earth feel a little unbearable to look at them.

He took a few steps and found a red stain mixed with suspicious white spots under his feet. After thinking about it for a moment, he could guess what it was.

His throat moved, trying to suppress his desire to vomit.

I also forcibly prevent myself from thinking randomly, and keep moving forward with bigger steps.

After walking out of a section of the city wall, the little king soon saw a strange guy in those silent, tired old strokes.

Although he looked like he was in his twenties or thirties, he also fought to the death, but his behavior was completely different from other silent soldiers.

His face was still stained with blood, but he kept talking to the others around him.

Although he couldn't get a reply, he laughed from time to time.

It's like I'm amused by myself.

During this solemn battle, this person acted quite naturally, just like sitting on his own kang and talking to his friends about current affairs.

He smoked the cigarette pole beautifully, looked at others with gentle eyes, and shared his cigarette pole with other brothers, one of them took a silent mouthful, and handed it to the next person.

The choking smoke rose, and although few people talked, the atmosphere in this place was much better than that in other places.
To be continued...