Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 371 Wolf Blue with Blood Debt (200 Monthly Tickets Plus Changes)
Time: August [-]th of the fourth year of Xuanhe.

At five o'clock in the morning, which is more than half an hour before dawn, that is, the time before the second stage needs to be adhered to, only 19 hours away.

But at this point in time, not to mention Hu Biao and other netizens, they faintly know that they may not survive today.

Even the soldiers and civilians in the city knew that Haiyang City might be destroyed today.

The reason is simple, the number of people left in the city who can afford to go to the city with weapons is already very limited; all together, there are more than 600 people.

Among them, there are more than 200 fighters in the Xuange Battalion.

The remaining more than 400 people are all mobilized civilian husbands, and even dozens of healthy women have to be counted to reach such a number.

Even the above 600 people, more than [-]% of them, also have more or less injuries on their bodies.

Hu Xuanzan and his Xuan Ge Battalion, these key combat powers are even more injurious to everyone. In a real fight, [-]% of the original combat power may be lost.

In addition, thanks to the effective action of the stretcher team led by Ali, and the excellent performance of first aid on the battlefield.

Today, there are still more than 700 wounded in the city, and among them, about [-] people can fully recover as long as they take a good rest.

At that time, as long as these personnel who have seen blood are replenished into the Xuan Ge Battalion, their combat effectiveness can indeed be expected.

It's a pity that they have to have a chance to recover.

What needs to be explained is that although the entire day and night yesterday, the exhausted Jurchen army did not launch the slightest attack.

Even the dark arrows outside the city completely stopped last night.

But they knew that such a good thing should not be counted on today. They were afraid that the Jurchen army would continue to attack after dawn.

So there was no need for Hu Biao and others to greet them. At such a time before dawn, all the soldiers and civilians in the city woke up.

A Fen led the people to prepare a breakfast as much as possible, and other people who can move, even if they don't need to strengthen the city defense work that was completed yesterday.

But all of them were instinctively sharpening their already sharp weapons, preparing for the final battle.

In such a process, everyone is abnormally silent.

No one suggested, or even thought about, opening the city gates and surrendering to the Jurchens.

Mainly, even the most ignorant and death-fearing women in the city knew that in the previous tragic battle, they had already formed a death feud with the Jurchen, an irresolvable kind.

Once the city is broken, with the temperament of the Jurchens, they will never leave behind.

It is precisely this kind of cognition that makes everyone ready to fight to the death; even after breaking the city, they will choose to fight in the streets.

In short, even if they die, it is enough to bring a Jurchen with them before they die.

As for the reinforcements from Pingzhou City, they no longer have the slightest expectation now, knowing that there is absolutely no way to wait for them...

In this way, the group finished their breakfast silently, even if they didn't have the slightest appetite, they forced it into their mouths to fill their stomachs, so as not to be a starving ghost.

Then in the slightly bright sky, everyone who could move went up the city wall.

Sure enough, when a round of golden sun slowly rose in the sky, the Jurchen army outside the city began to move, and the movement was quite loud.

Now there are only 300 surrendered Liao soldiers left. Amidst the shouts and curses of the Jurchens, with dismal and tragic morale, they began to gather at the starting position behind the mound.

In the big camp behind, there are now only a thousand Jurchens left, and they are also preparing for battle.

Compared with 7 days ago, there is no doubt that the overall strength of the Jurchens has also dropped sharply.

However, the number of more than a thousand Jurchens who are almost always recharging their energy is a terrifying force for Haiyang City today.

In this way, Hu Biao and the others silently watched the Jurchen army, which was constantly gathering and preparing to attack the city.

Until the surrendered Liao soldiers, driven by the Jurchens, were divided into three directions, east, west, and south, and rushed out from the passage between the mounds in a chaotic formation.

Lang Qing broke the peace on the city wall after it rang out from the top of the city with a broken roar:
"Tabuchet, put it~"

Amidst such a roar, a man with a broken leg used it to pull down a pole, causing a 30-jin stone to fly out, and then precisely smashed into the crowd of attackers.

After knocking down several people in a row in the crowd, the blood-stained stone stopped.

Such a method was used to kick off the prelude to the last day of bloody battle...

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In the scream of "Ah~", a civilian husband hugged a blood-stained stone from the ground, and before he could wait, he threw the stone in his hand at the Liao soldiers in front of him.

A sharp arrow flew over from the mound of soil, and shot deep into his cheek, making him let out a scream, and at the same time, he could no longer deal with the opponent in front of him.

Taking advantage of such an opportunity, a bearded General Liao jumped into the city wall.

Swinging a thick-backed broadsword in his hand, in just two or three moves, he killed a soldier next to him with a cloth strip wrapped around his left eye on the spot.

In this little effort, two more Liao soldiers successfully climbed up the city wall from the gap behind him.

After the three formed a small battle formation, they did not stand still.

Because they saw the trebuchet on the left hand side, only five or six steps away, where Lang Qing was, and immediately killed it with jealousy.

Afterwards, the Liao soldiers who came over the wall didn't need to say hello at all, and they all went straight to this side to keep up.

It seems understandable to let them act like this.

Among the Jurchen army, when it comes to the person they hate the most, it is definitely not Hu Biao, the so-called Xuanzan from the Song Dynasty, but the relevant personnel of the operation team of the trebuchet such as Lang Qing.

The main reason is that in the previous battles, there were too many Liao soldiers and Jurchens who were killed or injured in their hands.

Every time the trebuchet fired, whether it was throwing a whole stone or calling out a pile of fist-sized stones, it would always bring down several of them.

Therefore, from the perspective of the Jurchen army, Lang Qing and the others really smelled of blood debt.

Seeing this, Lang Qing didn't care at all.

What the hell!It's not the first time he has encountered such a thing. As long as the people who went to the city before are nearby, they almost always do this kind of operation.

More times, he has a posture of not worrying about debts and not biting lice.

What are you afraid of? It's nothing more than a fight.

Immediately, after picking up a long gun at hand, he yelled: "Ma Nan, Zhao Tong and I went forward to kill the enemy, and the others continued to fire and smashed these bastards to death~"

One minute later, Ma Nan and Zhao Tong were dead in battle.

Lang Qing resolutely let go of a Liao soldier who was shot in the lower abdomen in his hand, and clenched the spear tightly with both hands.

While pulling out a spare Tang Hengdao from his waist with his right hand, he did not forget to raise his left hand, and wiped away the blood that covered his eyes.

That was the effect of the forehead being scratched by the tip of the knife, and a deep bone wound was opened.

Of course, the Liao general who caused such a wound has now been stabbed to the ground by him, and he can't die anymore.

After cutting down a long spear that had stabbed the left thigh, Lang Qing, who had already had the consciousness of fighting to death, once again faced an opponent with a distorted face like a beast.

At the rear position behind him, there was another sound of '咚~'.

That represented the trebuchet team under his command, calling out another pile of stones; in such a situation where there are people everywhere in the city, there is no need to worry about missing the shot. Presumably, another bunch of Liao soldiers were brought down.

Thinking of this, a bright smile appeared on the corner of Lang Qing's mouth...

(End of this chapter)