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The city guard decided on the tactics, and the other generals immediately went to make arrangements.

Su Chen and Guo Xiang followed the city guard to the watchtower on the city wall.

Su Chen reached out to touch the city wall, and what he got was dry yellow mud, almost like sand.

Su Chen didn't need to use his ancestor's physique, but could crush the yellow mud with just a squeeze with his fingers.

"Tofu dregs project..."

Su Chen complained.

There are two kinds of ancient buildings, either stone or mud brick.

The mud bricks in the past did not have the help of modern concrete to fix them. After a long period of exposure to the sun and rain, they turned into this yellow sediment-like substance.

As long as the Mongolian army brought a siege tool, even the simplest siege cone, three or five impacts would probably knock down the yellow mud city wall.

If the opponent brought a catapult, then Fengcheng wouldn't even need to defend, so just surrender.

However, Fengcheng is only a small city, and the catapult is not a bad street equipment. It may be seen in Xiangyang, so it will not appear in Fengcheng.

The city guard and the others could only imagine a better situation, otherwise their morale would collapse.

Soon, the 2500 soldiers in Fengcheng were fully armed.

The crossbowman is the key role. They quickly come to the city wall with their bows and arrows to occupy a dominant position.

At the same time, the sound of horseshoes in the distance gradually became louder.From the need for professionals to listen on the ground, to the obvious shaking on the top of the city, everyone knows that the enemy is not far away.

"This momentum, how many enemies are there?"

The faces of the soldiers preparing on the top of the city all had nervous expressions on their faces.

"Master City Guard..."

All of them walked to the side of the worried city guard, and bowed their hands together.

"What's the matter?" The city guard replied with a sad face.

He hasn't seen the shadow of the enemy yet, but the momentum of the opponent has already made them feel scared. How to fight this battle?
Seeing that the city guards were already under a lot of pressure, they didn't know whether they should talk about their affairs.

He hesitated for a moment, but still said frankly: "Master City Guard, our arrow feathers are only enough for the soldiers to shoot ten waves."

"what?"

The city guard exclaimed and cursed: "Then how can you guard this peak city?"

There are no more than 600 crossbowmen in Fengcheng, and each person can only be allocated 10 feather arrows, which means that there are only 6000 arrows in stock.

Guo Xiang counted, got the result, and immediately asked curiously: "No, Lord City Guard, why do you have so little feather and arrow reserves in Fengcheng? Didn't you plan to fight the enemy before?"

The city guard was angry and annoyed when he heard this.

"It's not those corrupt officials!"

The city guard left this sentence and did not continue to explain, but Su Chen understood the history well.

In the last years of the Southern Song Dynasty, the faint king was in power and the powerful ministers were in power.

In the case of ineffective foreign wars, the emperor and officials in the remote corner only know how to enjoy themselves, and the people do not live.

Fengcheng is a small border town, and the city guard is an ordinary courtier. He has no family and no backing. After the reasonable military expenses applied for are shared by the powerful officials above, when they get it, there is no one in it.

With this little military expenditure, the city guards had to pay the soldiers salaries to maintain the soldiers' family livelihoods. One can imagine how much money would be used to update the armaments in the end.

These six thousand arrows have been hoarded for several years.

"If Fengcheng can't be defended, let the old and the weak, women and children escape. If you have the courage, join us to hold back the enemy army, so that your family can run farther away."

The city guard desperately asked someone to deliver the order, but he did not abandon his duty.

The soldiers next to him felt the despair of the city guard, and there was a song in their hearts.

But they are soldiers anyway, the shield behind the common people, and the spear in front of the common people.

Point the spear at the enemy and guard the rear with the shield!
We will risk our lives to block the gate of Fengcheng!

"Pass down the order to let the old and weak, women and children in the city leave, and the men come to the tower to prepare for battle!"

"Pass down the order to let the old and weak, women and children in the city leave, and the men come to the tower to prepare for battle!"

"Pass down the order to let the old and weak, women and children in the city leave, and the men come to the tower to prepare for battle!"

One by one, the messengers spread the battle order layer by layer, and the sound of drums sounded.

The whole Fengcheng seemed to be boiling.

From time to time there were cries and quarrels in the city, accompanied by the crying of the little baby who was woken up in the middle of the night.

"Sir, come with us, you are not a soldier, why are you going to guard the city gate?"

A woman and child carried a sleeping baby on their backs, and grabbed their husband who was carrying a hatchet to the front line.

The husband hugged her and touched the child's head tenderly.

He said softly to his wife: "I'm a male, and the city guard needs me. Besides, if Fengcheng is destroyed too quickly, you won't be able to escape. Take care of the child and tell him his father's name is Lu Shouyi!"

The husband kissed the sleeping baby, turned and ran towards the city gate.

The baby seemed to have noticed something, woke up suddenly, and cried out with a "wow".

Naturally, this is not the only example of families falling apart in Fengcheng.

There was a young son who kowtowed to his parents for their kindness in raising them, and then took a threshing stick and headed for the city gate.

Some grown-up fathers leave their last words to make their children obedient, and then pick up the fire sticks at home to join the battle.

There is also a half-century old man with gray hair, kissing his grandson goodbye and rushing to the city.

At this time, Su Chen and Guo Xiang stood at the top of the city, looking at the men, both old and young, who were rushing from all directions, and felt an inexplicable touch in their hearts.

Guo Xiang saw a gray-haired old man rushing forward with a knife, and couldn't help asking: "Old man, what are you doing here? Fengcheng can't be defended, you old man, go first."

"Bah!" The old man spat to the side.

He frantically raised the big knife in his hand, and shouted: "This is my retired saber. This Fengcheng was brought down by me back then. Don't you melons want to defeat me!"

This veteran has lived in Fengcheng all his life. When the Song Dynasty opened up the frontier, he had a place in Fengcheng's assault army.

Guo Xiang saw that the old man's hands holding the knife were pressed down and trembled slightly, but he still walked to a position at the top of the city to guard, her eyes immediately turned red, and tears welled up immediately.

This Fengcheng is not big, just a border town.

But living here is a living population of 2.

Once Fengcheng was destroyed, many families lost their lives, and many wives and children lost their husbands and fathers.

"Big brother, can you help them?"

Guo Xiang couldn't hold back the feeling in her heart, tears finally fell down.

She could only turn to Su Chen for help. From Guo Xiang's point of view, if anyone had a solution, it must be Su Chen, the Condor Hero.

"Have!"

Su Chen's one-word answer made Guo Xiang's eyes light up.

She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and asked, "What can I do?"

"Young man, what can you do, why don't you just say it?"

The city guard and other high-ranking soldiers couldn't help coming over to listen to Su Chen's words.

They are already fighting to the death... No, it should be a fight to the death. If Su Chen has any way, they are willing to try, even if they risk their lives.

"I know how to transport the five ghosts, so I can borrow feather arrows for you. How much do you need to defend this peak city?"

Su Chen's words sounded like thunder.

"What, five ghosts transfer technique?"

"Isn't that evil?"

The city guard and the others were dumbfounded.

Some of them were surprised, some did not believe, and some were astonished.

Isn't Su Chen talking nonsense in a hurry?
"Young man, it's not that we don't believe you, but that the five ghosts are moving..."

Before Cheng Shou finished speaking, his eyes were wider than a bull's.

He clearly saw Su Chen flipping his hand, and a feathered arrow appeared out of nowhere in his hand!
What the hell!

The astonishment in the city guard's heart cannot be described in words. He has never seen magic before, so he can't understand what the hell Su Chen did.

The people next to him were also stunned and dumbfounded.

I saw Su Chen throwing the feathered arrow to the ground with his hand, and then turned his hand again, this time there were two more feathered arrows in his hand!

"God, you must be a god who came down to save our Fengcheng!"

Seeing this scene, several ordinary people who came to help were stunned and almost knelt down to kowtow to Su Chen, but Guo Xiang quickly persuaded him.

In fact, Guo Xiang's own big eyes were also turning around Su Chen's body, and her heart was pounding when she looked at Su Chen's face.

Mysterious and powerful.

Too mysterious, too powerful!
How many secrets does Big Brother Shendiao still have?
Five ghosts transport technique?
Guo Xiang had never even heard of it.

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