From a son-in-law to a favorite of the empress

Chapter 1111

Fighting in the dark night, in the white smoke.

Wang Xiong and Ji Shan already had rich experience in fighting, and they were able to handle this situation with ease.

Rolling stones, hot oil, golden juice, bows and arrows were used in order to repel the opponent's attacks again and again.

The battle did not last forever, but lasted for an hour, and the opponent retreated again, but it seemed that they came again after a while.

It went on and on like this until daytime.

The soldiers on the wall were exhausted, but they did not dare to slack off at all, because... the battle had not stopped at all.

The soldiers of the Tsarist Empire were still attacking, and the duration and interval of each attack were uncertain. The white smoke was still lingering, and they kept adding green plants, blocking part of the view from the tower.

Just this part of the view made it difficult for them to judge the number of troops sent by the opponent and whether it was a feint attack.

So they had to continue fighting, fighting tirelessly.

Ji Shan frowned and gritted his teeth and said, "This won't work. The other side is playing a round-robin battle with us. A group of 40,000 to 50,000 people attacked like this. Many people died, but... but we didn't rest at all. The soldiers couldn't hold on!"

Wang Xiong nodded and said, "But do we dare to take turns to rest? Let half of the people guard the city and the other half sleep? What if the other side attacks with all their strength? If we are careless, a gap will be opened."

"Once a gap appears, it can't be blocked anymore."

Ji Shan stomped his feet heavily, looking at the soldiers around him leaning on the city wall with half-closed eyes and still chewing steamed buns, his eyes were red for a while.

He opened his mouth and choked: "General Wang... I... I'm not afraid of death, I just feel sorry for these children..."

"Most of them are only 20 years old... but they have to be buried here forever, and they can't even get a good sleep before they die."

"I... I..."

At the end, he couldn't help but shed tears, covering his face with both hands, not daring to let others see.

Wang Xiong patted his shoulder and sighed in a low voice: "General Ji, this is war, you and I can't do anything about it."

He looked around and looked into the distance.

All around, tired people were bleeding, eating in a daze and sleepily. They were still young and should have a bright future.

In the distance, the vast wilderness undulated like waves, and every inch of its outline interpreted the definition of magnificence. What a beautiful world this is, but it is now burning in flames.

"I really hope there is no war."

Wang Xiong's voice was extremely bitter, and he was filled with emotion for a moment: "General Ji, why did we run so far to fight? In fact, it is to avoid war."

"The situation is like this. If we don't fight, our descendants will fight, and the people will suffer."

"Fight, fight them to the death, even if you die here."

"I believe everything will get better. I believe that the general can end all wars and bring Dajin to the highest level, so that our descendants will never have to suffer from war again."

He pointed at these young people and choked up: "They, they will not appear here at that time. They will live everywhere, either smart or rebellious. It doesn't matter... It doesn't matter... There are always disobedient children, but as long as they can live well..."

Ji Shan wiped his tears casually, clenched his fists and said: "Okay! Fight them! Finish all the battles!"

The battle continued.

It lasted from day to night, and from night to day.

During the day, they fought for a whole day.

After two days and two nights of fighting, the soldiers on the city wall were on the verge of collapse. They could only close their eyes slightly during the short intervals, as their physical strength had long since been exhausted.

At dusk on August 22, the setting sun illuminated their young and tired faces.

They were young, but so determined. After such a hard battle, no one escaped.

"An incredible nation."

Andre looked at the tower in front of him and shook his head slightly, saying, "After two days and two nights of continuous fighting, the shells are exhausted. It's time for a general attack."

"Commander Gumanyev, give the order, divide the troops into four routes and attack from the four city gates at the same time."

"Gather the artillery fire, make a gap, and kill in."

Gumanyev's face was not good, but he gritted his teeth and said, "We lost 40,000 people just for this moment. It's really not easy."

Andre said, "They also lost."

Gumanyev said, "Just a few thousand people."

Andre said, "But their physical strength can't hold up. Their individual combat capabilities have dropped to the extreme. As long as we enter the city, we can kill them like pigs!"

Gumanyev said, "I hope we can enter the city as you said."

The Tsarist Empire lost 30,000 people in Guhewei and another 40,000 here, leaving only 170,000 people still fighting.

The troops were divided into four routes, fromThe four city gates were attacked, and the soldiers of Dajin could only hold on and fight by instinct.

They were still brave.

But the artillery fire sounded.

Dozens of cannons of the Tsarist Empire aimed at one point and began to bombard.

The tower of Jianzhou was not so easy to blow up, but they fired thousands of shells in more than an hour, and roughly hit that area.

The gap in the city wall was opened at three quarters of midnight.

So, all four forces gathered and rushed towards the gap, rushing forward desperately, rushing into the city with absolute physical strength and numerical advantages, grabbing control of the city gate, and opening the city gate.

More Tsarist troops rushed in.

And what they saw was not the army of Dajin, but... Tsarist prisoners, 20,000 prisoners.

At this moment, Andre almost wanted to roar.

20,000 people! 20,000 mouths!

How much food do you want to eat from me!

Or a criminal! Or offend the soldiers!

He really wanted to order the killing! Really wanted to order the killing!

But he couldn't do it. Once such an order was issued, the morale of the army would be scattered and something big would happen.

"Andre is a genius. He found a unique way to defeat us."

Wang Xiong looked ahead, his tone was already very calm.

Ji Shan said: "You don't use prisoners to participate in the battle, just to leave them 20,000 mouths?"

Wang Xiong didn't nod, but sighed: "After all, they are foreign races. Do I dare to use them? If they turn against us directly on the city wall, we will be really passive."

"The essence of this battle is to fight for time and food. I leave them 20,000 mouths, or 20,000 mouths with low combat effectiveness, or 20,000 mouths that have been hungry for three days, enough for them to drink a pot."

At this point, Wang Xiong raised his head and said proudly: "Next! It's a real battle!"

"Brothers! Let them see! What is a Dajin warrior!"

All the soldiers roared and threw the torches in their hands everywhere.

Jianzhou City was on fire.

The raging fire seemed to burn through this broken world, this dark world.

Forty thousand Jin soldiers, holding their knives, rushed towards the army of the Tsarist Empire with infinite love for their motherland.

Gunshots rang out, bows and arrows were fired, some fell down, some screamed.

It doesn't matter, they died on the way to charge.

Two dying wounded, holding their bloody hands together.

They looked at the city with flames in the dark, with only endless attachment in their hearts.

"We always talk about fighting, we always say we are going to die."

"Are we really sober? Have we really thought about whether it is worth it?"

"It doesn't matter, what matters is that we really did it."

Wang Xiong raised his knife and shouted to the sky: "You can't win!"

He was covered in blood and shot several times, but he continued to rush forward.

"You can't win!"

"Look! Look! Swords! Guns! We fell, but our spirit is still there!"

"Spirit! It is not afraid of swords! Even fire can't burn it!"

Wang Xiong smiled miserably and finally fell down.

At this moment, his mood was extremely calm.

He remembered the moment when he was dying outside the city of Shenjing, and he felt the same way.

He could only utter the last murmur: "General Jie... Your subordinates... have not let you down..."

"Your subordinates... have tried their best..."