When the golden sound sounded, the spreading soldiers were retreating to the rear

Thick smoke swept through the sky, and flames were burning on the top of the city. The corpse was pushed down by soldiers and fell down. The vision from far and near spread. The dark red blood below was intertwined with the corpse. Some soldiers from the Wu Dynasty and some Jurchens were abandoned there, exposed to the sun.

Looking at the Jurchen camp on the city wall, there, the arrogant wolf king in the big tent stared at the devastated city wall for a long time. He never expected that the cowardly lamb could defend it, which made him feel something unexpected. It was certain that the will of the other party had been disintegrated under such a tragic attack on the city, but it was not the same as when he attacked the Liao Kingdom and went to Beijing.

He sat in the tent and listened to some reports of Wanyan Jiemu's casualties. On the other hand, Zong Wang was only short of a single kick in the battle before, and his tone was filled with a little complaint.

"Your Majesty is about 1,000 soldiers killed, but most of them are Khitan."

Wanyan Aguda nodded, waved his hand to interrupt him, looking at his son sitting at the tent with a serious face but calm expression, "I know you will complain in your heart why I withdrew the soldiers at such a moment."

"Well" Wanyan Zongwang worshipped his father after all, and nodded in an emotional state.

"Look at the people over there, they are already in despair." Wanyan Aguda refused Jamu's support, stood up and walked to the tent and stood there, looking at the city wall from afar.

"The prey in the world has an unchanging theorem, and it is often used to save lives at the most critical moment. Firearms are considered one of the Wu Dynasty, and they are panicking." He breathed the air, closed his eyes later, and opened them again. "We Jurchen soldiers have never seen firearms. When we attacked the Liao Kingdom, that country was disdainful of such things. When we met this time, soldiers would inevitably panic, so don't be anxious, you must always adapt to the Jurchen athletes."

"Yes!" Knowing his father's plan, Wanyan Zongwang was calm.

The words there paused for a moment, and said again: "Put the plundered Wu Dynasty civilians in the front row. I want to see what the Wu Dynasty people will do. Two hours later, assemble the team and fight again."

"yes!"

The generals in the tent shouted in unison.

"We will repel the Jurchens after they retreat."

The wounded barracks under the city walls rushed in with joy on their faces. The corpses carried out from the huge camp, blood from the ground, and broken limbs thrown into the waste pit. In such a depressing atmosphere, it is rare that the Jurchens were beaten back.

A few broken limbs were just thrown away from the waste pit. After hearing the Jurchens retreating from the city wall, their frowns were loosened. At this time, there were indeed too many injured in the injured barracks. Generally, the most injured were injured by arrows. Secondly, they were hit by stone bullets and were lucky enough to die. However, most of these injured people need amputations. As for the injured people who were chopped off with the Jurchens, there were almost no injured people. It can be imagined that the other party’s killing methods are often not very fatal.

The long-term assistance of the military Chinese medicine craftsman made the Toutu feel a little tired. After treating several more wounds, a big monk came over and saw him silently, he thought that the war was a bit unhappy.

"... We need tokens to go up the city wall. We are the wild monks without temples. We can come in and do things for the soldiers of the Wu Dynasty within our ability. The Sa family thinks it is quite good. Erlang should not be discouraged, just pretend that we are repaying the admiral's kindness."

After taking a look, Wu Song shook his head, pulling out the arrow from a wounded soldier's shoulder, and then screamed with a shrill "ah" before he spoke: "No, I always feel that the Jurchens' siege is not fierce... My brother has worked under the old husband and has fought Xixia, so he must know."

Lu Zhishen took out a piece of steamed bun from his arms and handed it over. He shook his head and didn't answer it. He wiped his body and took a bite, and said, "It doesn't count. If we compare the previous Jurchens' record, they are more like testing our limits. They are just like competing with martial arts. Either one blow is fatal, or they test each other's martial arts skills and then make a fuss. Sajia thinks the second type is very likely... Alas... Sajia's hands itched as soon as they say it. I won't say it anymore. I'll go see if there are any broken arms and legs, go bye bye."

In the wounded barracks, all kinds of screams, bloody smell, and the smell of medicine were everywhere. Wu Song thought about it and saw another busy figure. It was a woman, who seemed to be named Liang Hongyu, who was busy in different camps. He had seen her several times, and like them, he volunteered to help treat the wounded soldiers.

Soon, the Jurchens attacked the city again, and a woman named Liang Hongyu knocked over the blood-filled wooden basin. She heard some terrifying words among the soldiers, "... are driving away the people... are so conscientious. Bandage me, I want to go up to the city wall before killing."

She and many people rushed up to the city wall, among which Wu Song and Lu Zhishen were inside, and then they saw a picture of baring their teeth...

...

In such a chaotic and death atmosphere, the sounds of running and crying on the streets were conveying each other. The unlucky houses of the people who were hit by the public and maintaining public security were nervously helping to clear the ruins and treat the buried people. It was possible that relatives were sitting next to them, slapped the ground and howled sadly.

All kinds of uneasy sounds were heard. A carriage lowered its curtain and had already entered the palace gate. Tong Guan, who was waiting outside Yanfu Palace, hurried forward to meet him and led the old man into the hall.

On the dragon court, a cough sounded, Zhao Ji leaned on the dragon throne with a pale face, listening to the news brought by the old man, "Your Majesty, the Jurchens were defeated, but the city wall was seriously damaged. If you attack again next time, I am afraid that the Jurchens who rushed up the city wall would become more. This morning alone, there would be ten thousand people killed or injured. The morale was not enough to support a few depletions."

"When will the next time the Jurchen siege will be clear?" Zhao Ji frowned and looked at the map of the city wall on the Long Case and the arrangement of the Jurchen military camps opposite, but he only knew very little about the military.

He looked at the eunuch who knew military affairs there.

Tong Guan was silent for a moment and bowed: "The initiative has always been in the hands of the Jurchens. I can't tell you when the slaves will attack the city next time. At this time, the admiral of the East Factory was stationed at the north gate, and he might be the clearest."

When he said this, the people on the dragon throne fell into silence. After a while, "How can he guard an important place? There are not enough soldiers on the city wall, so let all the servants of the ministers go up... As for what Cai Xiang said before, now it is not the time for liquidation. The overall situation should be put first, but what should be prepared in advance must not be missing."

Cai Jing brushed his long beard and nodded: "Your Majesty, the old man has already found the Jin Du Yi. He is the person who is most familiar with the Bai Mansion. It should be fine. However, the old man believes that it is better for Your Majesty to issue an imperial edict directly. Whether the other party will be passive or not. Just like the Jurchens attacking the city, the power of life and death will be held in His Majesty's hands."

On the dragon throne, Zhao Ji wanted to run out of the city when the Jurchens came, but was forced back to the palace by Bai Ning. He was somewhat angry. He always hoped that seeing the other party's defeated appearance would make him feel much happier. At this time, he heard Cai Jing's plan and felt a little proud.

After such a mentality, he waved his two people away, and soon he heard the sound of the Jurchen horn coming from the north again. In a panic, he hurried back to the harem.

The desolate horn is ringing.

As the sun sets west, it comes with a faint cry. On the opposite side of the city wall, in the huge and wide area, the figures of the Jurchens began to gather in batches to form a scale of tens of thousands of people. They line up in the mountains and fields. In front of the army, the black Wuchao civilians on both sides were driven away and forced to come towards the city wall like beasts.

A large number of wailings and crying spread to the city of Bianliang.

Everyone behind the wall stopped moving at this moment, and their thoughts stopped at this moment. In the refugee team of tens of thousands of people there, Qiong Yan Nayan rode a tall war horse and whipped his whip, and hundreds of Jurchen knights beside him were doing the same movements.

"Let them walk forward... and walk under the walls, and kill whoever doesn't leave."

His voice was roaring, and the Jurchen soldiers dragged out some people and slaughtered them in front of the civilians. They screamed in an instant and hovered in the team. The trembling refugees had to speed up.

Soldiers gathered on the city walls, and even the men who repaired the walls stopped their work, looked over, and looked over with a solemn expression.

The main general Wang Huan came over after receiving the news, and the moment he stood, he cursed: "Damn... I'm in trouble."

Then, his eyes turned to the city tower, with a white cloak floating in the wind, his face cold, but his hands hidden under the sleeves were tightly pinching and trembling.

“…must be killed…”

“…..can’t be soft-hearted…”

“…can’t be soft-hearted…”

….

To the east, more than a thousand cavalry teams returned to the large army, and brought back two or three hundred people from the gangsters. Li Wenshu, the leader, was about to come forward to greet him when he was dressed in a straight dress.

Guan Sheng and others over there stared at the battlefield far away, watching the people driven towards the city like cattle and sheep, trembling all over...

"Caomin Li Wenshu has met you all...will..."

"Don't talk"

Guan Sheng roared lowly, his burly body turned to face the other side, and his tiger eyes flashed with tears, "Over there, you should be able to see... the people in the martial arts world... Don't talk, look carefully, otherwise Guan will kill you."

The Qinglong sword sang softly in the wind, and the soldiers of the Wu Dynasty around him tightened their weapons and were filled with murderous destruction. No one dared to speak for a moment.

...

On the other side of the battlefield.

In the refugee team that came, the Jurchens kept mixing up, expanding the team even wider, and then lifting the bow and arrow in the crowd.

Then someone suddenly fell to death in the team, and someone shouted, "Run, run to the other side of the city wall, which is our people. They will definitely open the city gate to save us from entering. If they don't run away, they will die..." Perhaps there has been a long suppression of death, or perhaps someone was killed by the Jurchens just now, and screamed. Suddenly, everyone ran towards the other side of the city wall as if they were crazy. Some people fell and were trampled to death, and some people cried wildly and opened the city gate to the soldiers on the city wall to let them in.

"Shoot the arrows, kill them all without discriminating between enemies and me!" Bai Ning made a sound on the city tower, as cold as a piece of cold ice.

Wang Huan was frightened and pointed at the Wu Chao people who were running wildly outside and shouted: "Who are they...who are they? You can watch with your eyes wide open, how can you kill...how can you kill!!!"

"If you say kill, kill. If you save them, you will not be able to save the city."

Bai Ning rushed down the city tower and his voice became louder: "You must kill me, do you hear it... On the battlefield..." He twisted the old general's armor and said word by word: "...Only the enemy!"

"The sin... I will bear it!"

Wang Huan swallowed a saliva, took two steps back, gritted his teeth, and for a moment he turned around and waved his arms: "Arrowman, prepare, shoot all without discrimination between enemies and us."

On the city wall, the soldier holding a crossbow in his hands raised his arms with red eyes and pursed his lips...

"put!"

The dense rain of arrows tilted down from the top of the city. Bai Ning saw with his own eyes a woman with no clothes and her body was penetrated by an arrow and her neck was nailed to the ground. There were countless steps around her, and then she screamed and fell to the ground. The Jurchens hiding in the refugee team raised the ladder and stepped on it.

The sea of ​​blood surged over and washed away the reef.

ps: Finally, I have divided the last ones, and I will almost get a round of fun tomorrow. 3,600 words, see you tomorrow...
Chapter completed!