Daming prepares the emperor

The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the sky a transparent red, everything was so uneasy and terrifying.

The land at the gate of Hongdu City has almost turned red. In the past few days, countless blood of the enemy and our soldiers have been sprinkled here. The bloody smell and resentment almost make the ants unwilling to stay here.

There were corpses and stumps everywhere that were too late to collect. They were scattered and piled up, with fire arrows stuck on them, and they were burning blazingly. It was obvious that someone had come up with a sloppy treatment method to prevent the epidemic from breeding with plague ghosts.

The sound of shouting and killing suddenly sounded, and it was another round of charging.

A large number of soldiers were driven by the generals to launch the last round of charge before dark.

In the blink of an eye, they attacked under the city wall. Everyone's eyes were red, with ferocious expressions, they gritted their teeth and sweated, and rushed over roaring.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Looking at the crowds of people below, the soldiers guarding the city above all had goosebumps all over their bodies, but they have been used to it for many days, and they have all experienced many battles, so they quickly organized themselves skillfully under the command of the officer.

"Hold it! Block it! Go get it!"

"The log! Give us the log!"

"Burnt the iron red before stabbing them! Throw oil! Quickly pour oil! Burn all these beasts to death!"

"Damn it! They're digging the wall again! Bricks, stones, plug it up! Plug it up!"

The defense of Hongdu has been going on for so long that the gates and walls of the city are all lumped together, and it is no longer clear who is who.Chen Youliang's soldiers hollowed out all the bricks and stones, not to mention any doors, Hongdu was dilapidated and left with countless holes!

There are not half a tree or half a big rock left in the city, and everything that can be thrown down has been lifted up.Fire arrows, knife carts, fire pots, caltrops, oil barrels, forks, molten iron, catapults, cannons, rolling logs and rocks, they used all the available methods.

When Chen Youliang's army dug the wall, they secretly built it back at night and filled it up in the dark. When they attacked through the hole, the defenders pushed them out with their hands on the tip of their knives!

Hongdu just kept guard like this for a full eighty days.

It is almost an impossible task to continue to guard, and as time goes by, more and more people die, but there is still food, but morale has been low to the mud.

Deng Yu no longer remembers how many meals he ate, how long he slept, and when he went to the toilet. In the past few dozen days, he has taken root here, becoming a killing machine, mentally exhausted.

He had just finished commanding a fire attack, and now his clothes were torn, his face was covered with dust and blood, his armor was covered with scorched debris, and there were only one or two red tassels left on his helmet, trembling in the wind, it was very pitiful .

Even he is like this, let alone ordinary soldiers.

Deng Yu wiped his face, looked around, and suddenly saw an enemy soldier who was about to break through. His eyes showed cruelty and ruthlessness. He pulled out the spear stuck on the ground and burned it in the brazier beside him. After a while, the tip of the gun was burning red, and he stepped forward and raised his hand to stab.

There was a violent sizzling sound when the hot iron came into contact with human flesh, and at the same time there was a smell of burnt cooked meat.

The enemy soldier's eyes widened, and he let out a frantic scream, lying down, pressing down on the other people behind him, and rolling down from the city wall.

Deng Yu shouted: "Persist for a while longer! It's going to be dark soon!"

A cannon exploded suddenly.

A big hole was blasted at the city wall of Gongbu, and countless sandstones and soil fell down. Many soldiers had no time to react, and they were too close, and a line of blood flowed from their ears. They lost their balance and struggled to fall from the wall. On the ground, he was smashed to pieces.

Deng Yu also staggered and almost fell to his knees. Holding on to Brick, he scrambled and stood up.

"Who is guarding the Gongbu gate!"

There was a rumbling in his ears, and he had to amplify his voice and shout to make himself heard.

"It's General Zhao!" Someone shouted around.

Zhao Desheng?

Deng Yu glanced at the situation on his side, picked up the youngest general who was still alive and confessed: "I'll go to Zhao Desheng's place to have a look! If there is something wrong here, you can send someone to call me back!"

"Yes!"

He picked up his spear and ran out, the cannons were still ringing all the way, he stumbled to the palace gate, and when he looked up, he saw Zhao Desheng sitting behind a broken wall, covering his ears.

"Old Zhao!"

When Zhao Desheng saw Deng Yu, he put the big knife in his hand on the ground, grabbed Deng Yu, and dragged him into his protective circle from the outside.

Deng Yu's figure can already be called burly, but compared with Zhao Desheng, it's like being with a child.Zhao Desheng's skin is dark, his muscles protrude like iron, and his muscles are clearly divided into pieces. In addition to his bravery in battle, he even has the nickname "Black Zhao Sui".

"How did you come?"

"I'm worried that you won't be able to defend here!" Deng Yu shouted, and now he had to cover his ears too. Fortunately, they were so close that they could barely tell what the other was saying by the shape of their mouth and senses.

"Nonsense! If you can't hold it, it's because you can't hold it!" After Zhao Desheng finished speaking, he realized that this sentence was wrong, spit out a mouthful, and shouted, "Crow's mouth! You can hold it!"

boom -

A large pile of earth and rock fell and fell on both of them.

The two quickly raised their arms to cover their faces and heads.After finally dropping all their things, they slapped the ashes off their bodies and realized that they were even more embarrassed, and now they didn't even look like a general.

Deng Yu smiled wryly and said, "Look, can we still hold it? It's been eighty days! Such a battle of defending the city is unheard of, and I wouldn't be surprised if the city is broken tomorrow!"

"It's enough to defend it desperately. You said it, it has been eighty days! How can there be such a feat since ancient times? What, you want to surrender?"

"Fart, I won't be a coward even if I die."

"That's it. Keep guard for a few more days, and the commander must know what's going on here."

Zhao Desheng suddenly noticed that the sound of the cannon had stopped, and immediately poked his head out, and found that the trebuchet on his side had worked, and the cannon had been dropped. He couldn't help but said happily: "Their cannon is destroyed, go! Go repair the wall!" Repair the wall! The rest will go to Lao Tzu!"

"Kill ah-"

Deng Yu also got out from behind the broken wall and rushed forward to fight to help Zhao Desheng stabilize the situation.

Chen Youliang's main attack on these two city gates is a wave of charge. As long as it gets dark, he will retreat, and then he will hold on for another day.

The darkness gradually climbed up from all directions, and the moon rose to a blurry corner. At this time, it had been a while since Li Yiwan, and it was difficult to distinguish between the enemy and us with the naked eye. The charge slowed down, and both Chen Jun and Zhu Jun knew it. It's time to withdraw troops.

The two parties gradually retreated, one retreated outside the city, and the other retreated into the city.

The soldiers waiting behind quickly took over their positions, carried all the corpses down, and picked up gravel and wood to fill the gaps in the city wall.

While breaking and building, the final product is Hongdu's current wall. At first glance, it looks quite dilapidated, and it can be regarded as a war-damaged artwork in later generations.

Blood and other stains stuck to the brick surface, and Deng Yu touched the sticky liquid with his hand.

There was blood and oil and water and dirt.

He casually wiped his hands on the hem of his torn clothes, looked up at the remaining stars in the sky, and with a heavy heart, he shuffled towards the city.

He bumped into Zhao Desheng head-on.

"Go and have a rest." Zhao Desheng's muscular body looked more like a hill in the darkness. He patted Deng Yu's shoulder and forced a smile.

Some time ago, he was injured by Pao Shi to his shoulder, and he hasn't healed yet. After fighting such a big battle, it's okay to say when he is emotional, but he will twitch and sting after the battle stops for a while.

Deng Yu noticed his unnaturally drooping left shoulder, and worried: "How are you? Has the old injury recurred?"

Zhao Desheng sighed: "It's a small matter, no one has any old injuries. Let's go, go see the commander, and see if there is any new military report."

Deng Yu said distressedly: "How can it be so simple. Dozens of messengers have been sent out, less than half of them can go out, and even fewer can escape the ambush after going out, and the number of those who can reach the commander-in-chief is estimated to be less than this number. "

He spread a slap, stretched out three hands and waved.

"Even if it's the biggest one, there are three, there may not be one who can come back!"

Zhao Desheng grinned, and was about to say that he was not confident enough when he heard a piercing voice.

He hurriedly took a step forward, pushed Deng Yu, and pushed him back into the city.

Pushed by him, Deng Yu staggered, took a few steps back, and bumped his head against a wall. His expression froze, he was vigilant for a long time, and he didn't hear a second sound before he relaxed a little.

It was too dark for him to see the situation clearly, so he grabbed Zhao Desheng in front of him and asked in a low voice, "What's going on? Did you hear that? Old Zhao, do you think it's Liu Ya?"

"definitely is."

"how do you know?"

"Because it's stuck on me." As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Desheng fell down limply.

"Old Zhao!" Deng Yu was taken aback, his voice became hoarse with fright, and his sanity was lost, he hurriedly supported him, and fell down with him, until he put him on the ground before he realized, "I'll go find the doctor! "

He was more anxious and frightened than the injured person, trembling all over, the sweat on his head rolled down one by one, and landed on his pale knuckles and bulging veins, making him suspect that he was sick, otherwise how could he Make such a nightmare.

"You don't need to find a doctor." Zhao Desheng's voice was still full of air.

"The injury is not serious?" Deng Yu was overjoyed.

"No, it's hopeless." Zhao Desheng touched the crossbow arrow stuck in his waist and laughed miserably, "Since joining the army, I have encountered countless arrows and rocks, none of which are as serious as this one. In the intestines!"

Deng Yu touched it in a panic, and felt hot blood on his hand. Hearing his words, the world was spinning before his eyes, the black sky, the black wall and the black ground were mixed together, and he only remembered the word intestines.

The light from the moon was extinguished in his field of vision.

"Intestines? I remember intestines can be stuffed back!"

"It's useless, what's the use of stuffing a rotten intestine?" Zhao Desheng laughed.

He patted Deng Yu's shoulder again, different from the one just now, this time it was full of blood and pain, and fiercely branded on Deng Yu's body the mark of a comrade in arms, the blessing of a dying man.

"The old man died as soon as he died, but it's a pity that the Central Plains have not been recovered." Zhao Desheng's voice gradually weakened, "You must guard Hongdu well, I will watch you conquer the Central Plains from the ground..."

"Old Zhao!"

Deng Yu yelled several times but no one answered, Zhao Desheng died of anger.

At this time, Deng Yu's soldiers came rushing in holding torches. The lights were approaching, and the dancing flames shook, casting flickering lights.

Deng Yu was finally able to see things clearly.

Zhao Desheng was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, with a nearly one-foot-long mechanical crossbow stuck in his waist, passing through his waist and protruding through his body, bleeding all over the floor, and his clothes under the armor were completely red.

The soldiers almost dropped the torch and exclaimed: "General, General Zhao..."

Deng Yu's eyes were red, and tears streamed down his face, washing out a few funny blank marks on his dusty face. He grabbed the torch in his hand, stuck it beside Zhao Desheng, stood up and walked away.

"General, general, where are we going?" The soldiers hurriedly chased after him.

"Go see the coach!"

Hongdu can't hold it anymore!Can't stand it anymore!