Beishan Fort, outside the North City Wall.

It was the same dusk, and it was the same as the sound of gold and retreating troops.

The Mongols left a large number of corpses and retreated back to the camp like a tide. The fresh corpses attracted many vultures to circling in the sky, and could fall down at any time and bite the corpses.

In the camp gate of the Mongolian Yuan camp, there were flags with the word "jin" and moved with the wind, making noises. Jin Huanshan was wearing armor, but not a helmet, standing under the flag, looking at the Beishan Fort in front, a commander stood beside him.

Both of them looked very serious and silent.

"I deserve to be Wu Nian, I defended beautifully. Although I invested my troops at all costs and died countless soldiers in battle, the city seemed to be a candle in the wind, and I only breathed a sigh of relief, but in the end I was guarded by him again and again."

Jin Huanshan showed admiration on his face. He thought Wu Nian was in the city. Although his evaluation of Wu Nian was already very high, it has increased a little more now.

It's great to keep things stable.

"Yes. The guard is really tenacious. Even Wei Changqing is not as tenacious as he guards." Qianfu was very honest and honest, with a flash of splendor in his eyes, and he nodded and said.

"General. Now our soldiers suffer serious losses. The war will probably last for a long time. We have to add soldiers to the court."

Then, he said again.

They were backed by the Mongolian Yuan court, like they had a father's son.

Wu Nian, who was not supported by Chu, was like an orphan.

Their advantage is that they can be replenished by the rear troops at any time.

"Although I have no face, I have to make a comeback. I will immediately report to the court and call on me three thousand elite soldiers to supplement the losses of the commanders of all the thousands."

Jin Huanshan struggled for a while, but finally sighed and nodded.

The last time he was beaten by Wu Nian, he was so scared that he asked the court for five thousand soldiers as a supplement. This time he asked the court for troops again.

It's really unhappy, but Beishan Fort is not so easy to take down.

Anyway, all your face has been lost, and it seems nothing to lose it again.

Broken jar and throw it away.

Ask for help.

After Jin Huanshan finished speaking, he handed over the rest to the commander of the thousand-man. He got off the camp gate and went back to the big tent. He spread out white paper, picked up his pen and started writing.

Beishan Fort, on the city wall.

The guard robes, which had lost weight and were blackened, were wearing extremely broken armor, helmets, and a steel knife full of notches, stood in front of the city gate tower to watch the soldiers.

She was not injured today because she did not participate in the war. She just watched the whole process. There was no way, her body no longer allowed her to fight anymore, and she had to rest for a few days.

Wei Ru turned her head and looked at the soldiers on the city. Looking at the very tired soldiers, she lay directly on the city wall, sleeping with her head resting on the body.

Looking at the injured soldier, he didn't even have the strength to speak. He looked at Wang Ruyan, Xiaohong, and Liu Xiang, and the women came up to help.

Looking at these soldiers, there were very few familiar faces. The continuous battles have caused her elite soldiers to lose a lot.

Now the soldiers on the city are mainly recruited militias.

There are many elderly people. In order to reduce the deaths of young people, these elderly people resolutely stood on the city wall and planned to die on the wall.

"It's really not easy." Wei Ru lightly bit her lips that also lost her bloody color, her body trembled slightly, and she felt very sad inside.

But she quickly cheered up.

At least the castle was guarded. And their commander was leading two thousand households as surprise soldiers.

In this war, the winner must be Beishan Fort. Thinking of this, Wei Ru's big and round eyes shone with a firm light.

In the city, in the palace of the general of Han.

Liu Zhixing was in charge of the General's Mansion and coordinated all matters. Many officials surrounded him and were doing all kinds of things.

In the office of the chief secretary, Liu Zhixing, who had been insomnia for many days, had dark eyes and bloodshot eyes. He looked up at the young Chen Ning and said, "Chen Ning. You can arrange to recruit the next group of militias and join the battle."

"Yes." Chen Ning responded, turned around and walked out.

Liu Zhixing took a breath, slowly sat on the Taishi chair, stretched out his right hand and pinched his eyebrows, revealing his tired look.

This Chen Ning was a detailed work sent by Zhang Bu.

Since the detailed work has been exposed, it will not only be beneficial to the enemy, but also harm.

Wu Nian's plan was to let Chen Ning go to a high position, and when he had the chance, he asked him to post fake news to Zhang Bu and then kill him with one blow.

The situation in Beishan Fort is very difficult now, but Liu Zhixing, like Wei Ru, firmly believes that they will win.

Since this is the case, the script should still be written as it was.

He is working hard to give Chen Ning credit and slowly promote Chen Ning.

These things flashed in Liu Zhixing's mind. His mind immediately returned to the present moment. He picked up the cold teacup next to him, took a gulp, and recovered a little energy. He put down the teacup and said with a wry smile: "General. When will you start, we really can't hold on for long."

The attack of the Mongols was even more fierce than they expected.

Beishan Fort really can't hold on.

Chen Ning, who left the Mansion of General Sui Han, brought several minor officials and began to knock on the door in the castle, and according to the household registration list, he took away a famous man as a supplement to the militia.

Most of the tyrants were ready to die and accepted the order calmly. But there were also a few timids who cried to death and refused to participate in the battle.

But they had no choice but to force them to go to the battlefield.

While doing this, Chen Ning did not forget his job. As Zhang Bu's spy, he had to pass on information to the outside world.

He now has an important information, but he never finds an opportunity to pass it on.

The guards of the castle are too tight.

This important information is that Wu Nian is not in the city. Beishan Fort, with two thousand households, and 20,000 people together, blocked the fierce attack of one thousand households.

Chen Ning is not very proficient in fighting, but even so, he knows that Wu Nian's unknown threat will be extremely huge.

Assassins hidden in the shadows may launch attacks at any time.

"Damn it, how can I pass the message?" Chen Ning was doing the Beishan Fort, while thinking in his heart with great anxiety.

The sky soon became dark. After killing Wei Huchen, the leader of Jin Ruiyun's subordinate, he crossed mountains and walked along the road, and rushed to the vicinity of Beishan Fort.

That is under Jin Huanshan's nose.

That's right. Although Jin Ruiyun had all kinds of speculations and wrote a letter to Jin Ruiyun and Wanyan Xian. After all, he received the news before dawn.

Wu Nian is very familiar with the terrain nearby. His soldiers crossed mountains and ridges were born, and he arrived near Beishan Fort from near Chengshan Fort, which was just a thirty or forty miles of mountain road.

They rushed to the road overnight and were relaxed.

Simply put, they made a time difference. Before Jin Ruiyun's letter arrived, they wanted to give Jin Huanshan a slap.

Very heavy slap.

After all, good things come in pairs.

Jin Ruiyun has been beaten, there is no reason why Jin Huanshan will not be beaten.
Chapter completed!