The members of the death squad watched Hattar fall from the ladder, but they did not hesitate.

At this moment, the Mongolian and Yuan Empire was at its strongest. What people cared about was honor, fighting, warriors, and blood.

They have a willpower of steel.

"Come on." A captain of ten men howled, immediately filled Hattar's vacant spot, and climbed up the ladder using both hands and feet.

"Come on." After the other two members of the death squads shouted, they bravely stood up and climbed the ladder using their hands and feet.

When they started climbing, the first ten-capion was already dead. He was also hit to death by a stone.

However, the defenders and militiamen who raised the stones were also shot dead by Mongolian archers.

This is completely filled with human lives, used to consume the number of defenders in the city and the amount of materials used to defend the city.

These are the Meng Yuan warriors who are not afraid of death.

Wu Nian stood relatively far back, watching this scene with an expressionless face. For the first time, he experienced the power of the so-called Meng Yuan soldiers.

"Even if all the men are present, including old men and young men, I can't hold on for three days. We will fight to the death in a bloody battle today, and we will have a decisive battle tomorrow."

Wu Nian's eyes flashed brightly, and he thought to himself.

Just getting beaten is not Wu Nian's style.

He has a crazy plan.

A plan that the Meng Yuan people would never have thought of.

First use the city wall as a support, and also use your own elite soldiers and militia as a means to consume the power of the Mongolian people, then clench your fists and fight.

Hit the Meng Yuan man on the bridge of his nose.

Wu Nian didn't just stand behind and watch, he couldn't stand behind and watch. The members of the death squad climbed up the ladder one by one with fierce eyes, and the militiamen and elite soldiers guarding the city were killed one by one.

Soon a member of the Mongolian Yuan Death Squadron stood on the city wall. Without the support of the city wall, the fighting power of both sides became apparent.

The three elite soldiers roared in unison and pounced on the member of the Meng Yuan Death Squadron.

With a "puff" sound, the Meng Yuan archers on the well cart cooperated very well and killed an elite soldier wearing a battle coat with one arrow.

The other two elite soldiers rushed forward. The Meng Yuan Death Squadron member laughed ferociously, and in the blink of an eye, he drew out the steel knife from his waist. After only four rounds of fighting, he killed the two Han elite soldiers.

The surrounding militiamen and elite soldiers couldn't help but take a breath of cold air when they saw this, and they were all frightened.

Is this the Mongolian warrior?

Wu Nian casually grabbed the spear in the hand of a soldier beside him and threw it forward.

With a "bump", the huge penetration force even caused the spear tip to pierce the breast shield on the chest of the Meng Yuan death squad member.

This member of the Meng Yuan Death Squadron was caught off guard and fell backwards, then fell down the city. However, his heart had stopped beating before he fell to death.

"What a strength!!!" This was the last thought in the minds of the members of the Mengyuan Death Squadron.

"Don't be afraid. I'm with you." Wu Nian pulled out the steel knife from his waist, braved the oncoming arrows, rushed to the front row, and cut off with a powerful knife from a tricky angle.

He hit the left arm of a member of the Mongolian Yuan Death Squadron.

"Ah!!!" The arm fell and blood spurted out. No matter how fierce the death squad member was, he still let out a miserable howl.

With a "poof" sound, Wu Nian exerted force with both arms, and the tip of the knife pierced the neck of the death squad member, turned to the left, and cut off half of his head.

A "touch" sound.

Wu Nian felt a pain in his chest. When he lowered his head, he saw an iron arrow inserted into his chest, and the arrow tail was shaking.

"General!!!" The elite soldiers and militiamen around him shouted with their eyes bursting with souls.

However, Wu Nian opened his mouth and laughed ferociously, looked up at the Meng Yuan archers on the well truck, and said with a smile: "It hurts, you bastards."

As the words fell, the light of the knife in Wu Nian's hand flashed away. After the half-moon-shaped light of the knife, the head of another member of the Meng Yuan Death Squadron fell. Blood spurted out of the headless body. After shaking for a while, it fell to the ground with a bang.

"Bump, bump!!!" This time it was the back, and Wu Nian was hit by two arrows in the back. The powerful penetrating force slightly broke through the armor, and the arrows pierced Wu Nian's skin and penetrated into the muscles.

"Don't be afraid. I am with you." Wu Nian raised the steel knife in his hand, cut off the arrows on his chest, and then with a fierce look on his face, he pounced on another member of the Meng Yuan Death Squadron.

The fighting will, combat effectiveness, and combat experience of the two armies are not at the same level.

If you want to defend the city, you can only delay it.

Let your own soldiers and militia quickly learn the skills to fight the Mongolians. Before they become stronger, Wu Nian can only pounce on them like a firefighter, killing the Mongolians who climbed up the city wall one after another.

soldiers.

His actions paid off.

The morale of our own soldiers and militiamen has been greatly boosted.

Even the militiamen who were afraid and suspicious of Wu Nian had nothing to say. He was really not bragging, he was really willing to shed blood for Beishan Fort.

Wu Nian was of course the target of the opponent's archers. Although he was not hit in any vital parts, his body was full of arrows.

When the fifteenth arrow hit Wu Nian, with his strong willpower, Wu Nian couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, and then he felt like the world was spinning.

Wu Nian did not hold on, and strode away from the front line and came to a safer place. He raised his head and said to the slave beside him: "Prepare hot water immediately, and have someone give me medicine and bandage."

"Yes." The domestic slave responded with sweating profusely, helped Wu Nian into the city gate building, and closed the door. Soon after, hot water was brought to the table. A peasant woman who had undergone simple training and knew how to treat wounds

Came in.

At this time, Wu Nian's servant carefully used scissors to cut off the arrows stuck in Wu Nian's armor, and helped Wu Nian untie the armor.

When the peasant woman looked at Wu Nian with arrows stuck all over his body, she trembled with fear.

This is General Fu Han.

If there were three shortcomings and three longs, we would be doomed.

"General." She took action immediately, took out a pair of small scissors, cut off Wu Nian's clothes, and then asked the servant to help, using the knife to remove the arrows one by one.

The peasant woman was sweating profusely due to her busy work. Wu Nian sat motionless, with no change in the expression on his face, but the sweat was still flowing.

The peasant woman followed Wang Ruyan and had dealt with injuries like this before, but she was the first to see Wu Nian gritting his teeth and saying nothing.

"As expected of a general." She was thinking wildly in her mind, but her hands and feet were very nimble. As if handling an animal, she carefully pulled out the arrow and applied medicine to stop the bleeding.

Soon, all fifteen arrowheads on Wu Nian's body were pulled out, turning into fifteen bloody holes. Protected by armor, the wounds were not very deep, and all the bleeding stopped after applying medicine.

"General, you can't move. If you move, the wound will burst and it will be difficult to heal." The peasant woman knew that Wu Nian was an expert in this field, but she couldn't help but warn her.

"Thank you for your hard work. Go and treat other people's wounds. Let my slaves do the bandaging for you." Wu Nian exhaled, his face was pale, he was still sweating profusely, and he said a little weakly.

"Yes." The peasant woman responded, picked up the medicine box and turned around to go down. But when she reached the door, she turned back and bowed to Wu Nian before leaving.

"What are you doing standing there, why don't you quickly bandage it?" Wu Nian's eyes widened and he looked at the dumbfounded slave.

"Yes." Several domestic slaves trembled, then immediately rushed forward and hurriedly began to bandage Wu Nian's wounds.

It basically wrapped around Wu Nian's body, with fifteen bloody holes.

After the bandage was finished, Wu Nian asked someone to get some wine. After taking a few sips, his face became rosy and his sweating stopped. Then he stood up again, shook his body, and shouted: "

Prepare my armor."

The slaves were once again stunned, and then a slave hurriedly said: "General, the wound will burst."
Chapter completed!