sinking into sand

No one expected Xu Shan to change his words before the battle.

However, the effect caused by Xu Shan's life is far more than a news that reinforcements will arrive.

The Pingbei army was in great chaos today, whether it was because they witnessed Xu Shan's courage and integrity before the battle, or because they encountered strong resistance from the Daocheng defenders.In short, the morale of the soldiers has become very weak, and most of them are just doing some basic attacks in order not to be dealt with.

No one wanted to continue this battle, they were tired after fighting the Daocheng defenders for so long.What's more, Xu Shan's last shout before his death finally aroused the completely numb conscience of some people in the Pingbei Army.

Defend the city and defend the country.

Defend the city under whose attack, and defend the country under whose aggression.

Therefore, because of Xu Shan's death, Ping Beiwei finally encountered a matter that could not be solved by terror and profit.

The fighting spirit of the Pingbei Army continued to be low, and the troops were withdrawn before evening.And the emotions in Daocheng were unprecedentedly high. When the Pingbei Army retreated, they could still hear the angry howls of victory from the soldiers in the city.

However, unlike the excitement and frustration of these soldiers, the commanders on both sides were more concerned about another matter.

"Are there any reinforcements?"

After parting the soldiers who were celebrating, Sien Yusha and others quickly called a meeting in the temporary government office in Daocheng, the purpose of which was to study Xu Shan's shouting before the battle.

"There must be." Lin Si firmly believed in his colleagues. If Ye Wanwan hadn't stopped him today, he would even have jumped out to avenge Xu Shan.Now discussing the matter of reinforcements, the circles of his eyes are still red.

"Old Xu can't lie to us." Lin Si tried his best to explain to everyone present, "What he lied to us, even if it is profitable, what profit can there be?"

When asked this question, even Yu Sha, who has always been the best at guessing people's malice, was speechless.

But on the other hand, if it is true, there is an obvious problem lying ahead.

Where did the soldiers come from?

Xu Shan said that it will not be a day, so the army has already been raised?But Fengcheng is along the route of Daocheng, if there are soldiers coming, they are trapped in the city and don't know, and Pingbeiwei doesn't know?

Could it be that Ping Beiwei just wanted to feign surrender?

What they didn't know was that when they were racking their brains to study who the reinforcements Xu Shan was talking about, the Pingbei Army was also thinking about this question.

Xiang Feibai sent more than a dozen letters to various places in a row, just to clarify a question, whether what Xu Shan said was true or not.

The news of Fengcheng was the first to come, and it was firmly insisted that none of Zhai Su's Iron Armored Army had moved.Xiang Feibai didn't dare to believe it all, so he sent people to investigate on the road from Fengcheng to Daocheng, and the spies who came back also reported that there was no sign of the army going south.

This is strange, even if there are reinforcements in the north, they have to take the Yongjia Ancient Road, and instead choose to cross the mountains instead of coming. Even if they can't go to the mountains, since they are marching south, they should be able to receive the news.

But if you don't go by land, where else can you go?

Xiang Feibai asked people to take out a map to study, and his eyes were attracted by a big river that spanned Fengcheng and Bingzhou.

"Weishui?"

Sean pointed to the map and said, "You mean by water?"

Yu Sha nodded. If reinforcements were coming, and Ping Beiwei and the imperial court did not pay attention, they could only go ashore via the Weishui River, a tributary of the Li River, disembark from the Cangzhou Ferry, and head west to Daocheng.

But there is another problem.Buckle; Group period _ clothing. Ling five _ eight [eight; five {nine spirits

Ye Wanwan frowned, and said, "There is no navy in the northern border."

Without a navy, even if there is a route to come to Daocheng for help, where will they get the ships to go south?

Thoughts froze for a second, but Lin Si listened to the whole process, and suddenly replied at this moment: "There are no boats in the northern border, but there are in Fengcheng."

Everyone immediately turned their heads to stare at him. Lin Si swallowed and replied, "The Wei River passes through Fengcheng, and Fengcheng has always had a ferry."

Everyone's eyes lit up, and in this way, it is not impossible.

Everyone looked at the thin line on the map that indicated the waterway, and they were a little hopeful.

Reinforcements, reinforcements.

These two words became the last hope to support Daocheng.

In late October, Xiang Feibai temporarily withdrew to the southeast in order to avoid the difference in fighting spirit between the two warring parties. Ping Beiwei was hit and retreated, but everyone knew that this was only temporary.

In less than a few days, the Pingbei army came back with more siege equipment. This time, this army seemed to be controlled by something. It was so brave that one could count as ten.

Larry Lark sat on the city wall, glanced at the situation of these people, and said lightly: "Bliss Fang."

Si En and Yu Sha were standing next to her, watching from a distance the troops who were almost insane under the effect of medicine.Their offensive was extremely fierce, with no regard for their lives, even if the giant stone bow and arrow were oncoming, they did not have the slightest fear.

This is the decisive battle.

Xiang Feibai decided that even if he had to burn all the lives and lives of this battalion of Pingbeiwei as firewood, and even if Daocheng had been slaughtered and there would be no more soldiers under him, he would do everything he could to completely wipe out Daocheng. bury.

so crazy.

Yu Sha looked at Xiang Feibai, who was still in the camp far away at this time, who had designed and facilitated all of this, but didn't even dare to show his face, and suddenly felt calm.

"Go and tell Ye Wanwan, no matter what, don't give up, you must persevere." He said to Sin.

"The reinforcements must be real."

The defenders of Daocheng are still resisting.

The kerosene has already bottomed out, and the rocket is also broken.Under the gradually weakening offensive, the enemy finally boarded the city wall.So the soldiers at the front line began to use their bodies and swords to fight the enemy once again.

Everyone is using the most broken equipment and doing the most tenacious resistance.

His feet were so sore that he couldn't move, and his hands could hardly be lifted, and his eyes were covered with sweat and blood.

Reinforcements, reinforcements haven't come yet.

The idea of ​​giving up hovered in my mind from time to time, just give up, they have persisted for so long, reinforcements may not come.

They have persisted for so long, they have really tried their best, how long has it been since they had a real sleep.Fatigue of body and mind invades through the ubiquitous void.

They are exhausted, but their enemies seem to be more difficult to deal with than ever.

They have red eyes and are not afraid of swords, like evil spirits crawling out of the underworld.

The voices of the commanders gradually faded away in their ears, and they seemed to feel their loneliness in this world at this difficult moment.Their lives are insignificant and can be lost at any time, so why can't it be today, not here.

However, suddenly there was a gust of wind in my ears.

Is that a war drum?How can the drum have the sound of gold and iron?

But it was really like a drum, distant and turbulent, yet with an indescribable desolation.

The sound of war drums does not tell the pride of fighting on the battlefield, but the determination that cannot be retreated.

This determination swept over every inch of the devastated land in the evening wind, turning into great pain and sorrow, and swept everyone towards their irreversible destiny.

Like a howling wind.

At this moment, on a high platform not far from the battlefield, Xun Er was holding a broken pipa.

The strings of the pipa cannot produce the clear and crisp tone of her small red sandalwood. It does not require any skill or refinement, and it is born with a dry and hoarse voice.

This voice, in her hands, turned into a battle drum, into a determination, into a cold wind.

The intense and rapid notes seemed to express the anger of everyone, and the howls of the cold wind seemed to be fighting an indescribable enemy.They entangled, tore, and hovered over the Daocheng battlefield, as if the wind was fighting against the wind.

The angry howl was struggling desperately in the north wind. It was ugly in shape and howled endlessly. It was accompanied by the sound of gold and iron. Under the impact of some kind of almost irresistible pressure, it was about to fall apart and shattered.

Stop it, stop it.

The unknowable cloud is like a curse of fate, and there seems to be mockery and contempt in the north wind.

Stop it, stop it.

The mockery of the North Wind has finally turned into a terrifying and terrifying threat. It is showing off its power and showing its strength.It is coaxing these exhausted people to put down their weapons and determination, and obediently turn into a grain of sand rolled up by the north wind, forgetting their instinct as wind.

Stop it, stop it.

Do not!

I don't want to stop!

Xun Er's fingers were already bloody under the quick sweep, and she and her pipa, with such a petite body, let out a shocking roar.

"Kill——!!!"

kill.

kill.

"Kill -----!!!"

The howls came from all over the battlefield, so the exhausted people shouted the simple chant, and with the strength they didn't know where they came from, they broke out their final courage and roar.

Kill, kill.

Even if he still has to turn into a speck of dust and die in the north wind, let the north wind remember this pain.

The children of Daocheng did not betray their land, they worked hard.

In the reverberation of the sound of the pipa, someone found Xun Er on the high platform.

The flashing iron arrow was aimed in her direction.

It's too late, and it's too late for anyone.

Yu Sha's eyes were red and he shouted, "Where's my bow?!"

It was too slow, the time seemed to be stretched extremely long, Yu Sha used the fastest speed in his life, and did not kill Ping Beiwei who was aiming at Xun Er before the arrow shot out.

The moment before the soldier fell to the ground, the bow and arrow aimed at Xun Er was shot out, like a swift poisonous snake, rushing towards Xun Er's throat like lightning.

That's too late.

Seeing the cold light of the arrow, Yu Sha was swept away by great grief.

At the last moment of this elongated time, he thought hopelessly, it would be nice if there was a miracle.

Are there any miracles in this world?

An arrow glowing with silver light, like a shooting star that answered Yu Sha's prayer, flew past Xun Er's eyes in an instant.

An arrow shot down the swift poisonous snake.

Yu Sha stopped breathing, and looked in the direction of the arrow. Guan Lan stood with his bow bent, saw him looking over, and smiled at him.

After this expression, Guan Lan raised his head towards the outside of the city, motioning Yu Sha to look out.

Outside the city, on the east side, a mass of black human heads appeared on the horizon. Their speed was extremely fast, but in a short while, the reflection of the armor on the leader's body under the sun could be seen clearly.

Reinforcement arrives.