Jiming Village.

A high-pitched and long trumpet sound came from Wu Jun's position.

Qin Xian stood on the city wall, while letting people clean up the tragic situation caused by the falling of countless fireworks, while frowning and watching the movements of the enemy's infantry on the opposite side. Although he was not familiar with the rules of the Western Wu Army, he had been fighting hard for most of the day.

, of course he understood that this trumpet signal meant that the moment of decisive battle was coming.

Xue Meng held a piece of cake in his hand, broke off half of it and handed it to Qin Xian. He bit into the cake and said vaguely: "Brother, if you defeat them this time, you should be able to defeat the momentum in their hearts, right?"

Qin Xian took a bite, looked at the Xiwu infantry who had formed a formation and headed towards the city wall, nodded slightly and said: "If possible, we can really stop the Xiwu people from continuing to advance eastward."

The city walls were lined with defenders, and all able-bodied soldiers were ready with weapons in hand.

Of the 2,500 warriors Qin Xian had painstakingly trained, only about 1,200 were still standing at this time.

More than five hundred people were killed in the battle, and the rest were all wounded.

They have no way out and are in a desperate situation. They can only watch death coming.

No one is born a reckless man who is not afraid of death. Maybe they are also very nervous now. The expressions on many people's faces are solemn and bitter. Looking at it, these people are actually only young people in their twenties, and there are many others.

A long life can be experienced, but how many of them can see the sunshine of tomorrow?

The long and hard battle is like a tight string that seems to be broken at any time, but it always stands strong.

Guo Rong failed to break this string with repeated attacks with fresh troops, and failed to break their psychological defense with flying rocks and fireworks. In the end, he could only use his four thousand-man troops at the bottom of the box to launch an offensive at the same time.

For Guo Rong, success or failure lies in this one move, but it is just success or failure.

However, for the Daliang soldiers standing on the city wall, including Qin Xian and Xue Meng, what awaits them is death, or death that will come later.

Even if, as Xue Meng said, the Wu army is defeated today and defends Jiming Village, what happens next? Don't forget that there is still a hundred thousand troops of Wu in the west, which is far beyond the endurance of the Daliang defenders.

Wu Jun's attack this time was not as fast and furious as before, but instead moved at a leisurely pace.

Qin Xian looked at the enemy with a calm face and spoke slowly. His loud voice spread throughout the city wall: "In the past two years, Qin has been living with you day and night as close as brothers, so there is no need to hide some things. Guarding the territory is a soldier's bounden duty, and the city

It is our duty to be a human being, and today's battle is of vital importance. We have no retreat but to fight to the death to serve the country."

"Everyone, I am honored to live and die with you."

The spear was pressed against the ground, and the dragon roared.

A brief moment of silence.

Xue Meng struck the ground with an iron rod to match Qin Xian's rhythm.

Tragic emotions condensed in everyone's heart, and then some people kept following the general's movements with their weapons.

The neat and solemn sounds echoed on the city walls, gradually suppressing the high-pitched trumpets on the Xiwu position.

The infantry of Xiwu who were approaching the outer edge of the city wall suddenly raised their heads and looked up in confusion. The fact that Zhang Qingbai regarded this team of ten thousand as the absolute main force in the attack was enough to prove their strength. In fact, in the minds of most of the infantry, this world

The only people who might be stronger than them were the heavy armored infantry of the Southern Zhou Dynasty, and they never paid attention to the defenders of Daliang.

What's more, the troops in front of them are just the most ordinary of Liang's 350,000 frontier troops, not the elite main force of the four camps and Tucheng. After the previous six thousand-man squadrons took turns to attack, they should have collapsed. How could they still be like this?

Tenacious fighting spirit?

A haze enveloped the hearts of the Xiwu infantrymen.

The siege started again, but this time it was very difficult for the Xiwu infantry to even reach the city wall.

Although Qin Xian had nothing to do with the highly defensive ladder trucks and could not prevent all enemies from climbing up the city wall through the ladder trucks, there were only so many ladder trucks after all, and the vast majority of Xiwu's infantry were still exposed under the vast city.

Even though there were shield soldiers to help them block the archers on the city, they could not stop the rolling logs and rocks that kept coming down.

Both Qin Xian and Guo Rong knew that this was the most critical moment in the entire battle, and naturally they would not hold anything back.

The Xiwu Qingqi on both sides immediately exerted their strength and covered the infantry under the city with a rain of arrows.

Death is the main theme on the battlefield.

After sacrificing the lives of hundreds of people, more and more Xiwu infantrymen climbed up the city wall, and then began a desperate fight with no way out.

Looking down from above, on the three-mile-long west wall of Jiming Village, Liang Jun and Wu Jun were entangled together. There was me among you, and you among me. At every moment, someone fell in a pool of blood.

Xue Meng's steps were already a little frivolous. He vaguely felt that today was his end. After beating a Xiwu infantry until his brains burst, he breathlessly shouted to Qin Xian: "Brother, we will be brothers again in the next life."

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Qin Xian paused for a moment with the spear in his hand, then shook out a beautiful spear, nailed an enemy to the wall, and said without looking back: "Okay!"

Although their martial arts cultivation is very high, due to the long and hard fighting and the need to face more and stronger enemies, they are also very exhausted and have many wounds on their bodies.

But even though they looked like they would fall at any time, they never fell.

Xue Meng wiped his face, wiped away the blood from his eyes, subconsciously glanced outside the city, and then his expression suddenly froze.

To the southeast, wolf smoke rises and horses gallop.

It's about ten miles.

"That's..." His lips trembled, in disbelief and extremely excited.

The beam cavalry!

The shocking news spread quickly.

Earth-shattering shouts from the defenders erupted from the city wall. Everyone understood what the sudden appearance of an elite cavalry meant at the critical moment when the opponent launched a general attack. Although they did not know where this mysterious cavalry came from.

Come, but they can see the flag fluttering in the wind at the front, with a huge "Liang" character painted on it with silver hooks and iron.

The infantry of Xiwu were slightly panicked, but they quickly calmed down because they were also guarded by light cavalry beside their formation.

But Guo Rong, who was standing on the mountain, frowned tightly.

Zhang Qingbai is prudent with his troops, and of course he will not just attack the city without responding to the possible reinforcements from Liang State. In fact, at the same time as he set off, Zhang Qingbai had already set up troops in the direction of Hucheng in the north and Guping Camp in the northeast.

In an ambush, a large number of scouts and rangers were sent out.

What's going on with this cavalry from the south?

However, there was no room for him to think carefully at this time, so he immediately passed down the order, and the two thousand Qingqi who had been guarding the formation formed a defensive formation and charged forward.
Chapter completed!