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Tens of thousands of enemy troops appeared outside Yanmen Pass again.

Wei Yuan and other generals were waiting in formation.

However, the enemy did not launch an attack. They just strolled a few hundred steps outside the city and then returned to the camp.

Late at night, all the soldiers gradually fell into sleep.

Sudden!

The drums sound again!

Wei Yuan and Xu Changzhi reacted instantly, and the latter cursed:

"It's just that I'm not allowed to eat. How come you're not even allowed to have a good night's sleep?"

This time, the enemy still did not attack.

Same thing the next day.

Wei Yuan knew that this was the Liao army's strategy to tire out the enemy.

Its purpose is to disrupt the offensive attacks of the three teams in sequence.

After all, if a team of soldiers and horses is disturbed and loses its energy, the advantage of taking turns to defend the city will be lost.

"There is no way to continue like this. We can't tell which time they are feinting and which time they are real attacking!"

Xu Changzhi was worried.

The enemy troops are numerous and they can come here to rest.

However, there are only 3,000 soldiers at Yanmen Pass. On weekdays, a thousand soldiers are needed to defend the city. It is really difficult to face the enemy's strategy.

Wei Yuan thought for a moment and said: "The enemy's baggage has not arrived, so they will not attack the city rashly."

"Come on, no matter what sound you hear, unless I give an order, you will treat it as if you haven't heard it."

"Send two more people to take turns keeping watch. As soon as the enemy comes to attack, they will light up the smoke. When the enemy sees the smoke, even if it is a real attack, it will become a feint."

"In addition, send a few more scouts to monitor the enemy's movements. As soon as the baggage arrives, report it immediately!"

Xu Changzhi bowed: "No!"

In the remaining days, according to Wei Yuan's countermeasures, the soldiers really got enough rest, and the enemy did not attack rashly.

On the ninth day after the Liao soldiers attacked the city, Wei Yuan received news that the enemy's baggage had arrived!

"As soon as the siege weapons arrived, these Liao bandits couldn't wait to attack the city!"

At this moment, on the top of the city, Xu Changzhi saw that the enemy troops were gathering a thousand steps away.

Outside Yanmen Pass, the terrain is flat and vast. As long as you have good eyesight, you can't hide the enemy's movements from them.

"Tell the soldiers that the previous battles were all child's play. The real battle is coming!"

Wei Yuan ordered.

After a stick of incense.

The enemy attacked brazenly.

"Fire the arrow!"

Wei Yuan shouted.

Countless arrows were shot at the enemy.

However, this time, the Liao soldiers had various siege equipment to help them, and they also had long shield soldiers to advance slowly. The Zhou army had more than half of its arrow advantage.

"Prepare for rockfall!"

Wei Yuan ordered again.

Xu Changzhi saw that the enemy troops had set up ladders and frowned:

"Commander of the guard, you are now the guard general of Yanmen, the backbone of all the officers and soldiers. The general will guard here, and you will sit in the rear!"

Wei Yuan said in a deep voice: "If Yanmen is lost, the rear will be lost!"

At the moment when the Zhou army used the falling stone, the Liao soldiers' trebuchet also hit the city head hard.

"Put up your shield and get out of the way!"

Even if Wei Yuan orders it, go ahead.

But there were still soldiers who were hit by the boulder. In an instant, their flesh and blood were mangled, staining the city wall red.

"kill!"

The sounds of fighting and killing from both the enemy and ourselves were shaking the heaven and the earth.

This time, the Liao soldiers attacked the city like crazy, not counting casualties at all.

Someone has climbed onto the city wall.

Wei Yuan held a simple sword in his hand, led more than ten people, and committed suicide himself.

As he swung the sword, heads rolled off the city wall, and blood soaked into the red armor.

"kill!"

Feeling the stimulation of the blood, Wei Yuan's mind went blank and his blood boiled, ready to kill the enemy whenever he met.

Any soldiers who climbed onto the city wall were beheaded by Wei Yuan before they could swing a sword.

Scarlet blood surged up like a fountain.

At this moment, all the warriors of the Great Zhou Dynasty seemed to be bathed in blood, their most primitive fighting spirit was aroused, and they seemed to have no pain.

Even if someone was shot by the enemy's arrow, or even passed through his chest, he continued to kill the enemy with his sword as if he was fine.

They may not have noticed the injuries on their bodies, or they may know that once they stop killing the enemy with their blades, they are likely to die.

After a fierce fight, the enemy's offensive finally came to a halt and they began to withdraw their troops one after another.

A famous Zhou general breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the enemy retreat, leaned against the city wall, and slowly closed his eyes.

At this time, when the famous soldiers saw the injuries on his body, they all looked horrified and were about to blurt out,

"Brother, you"

Before he finished speaking, Wei Yuan signaled him to shut up.

However, the tense-hearted soldier noticed some movements and suddenly opened his eyes and said: "Commander Wei, you..."

Suddenly, he felt pain in his chest and abdomen. When he lowered his head, he saw that his armor was damaged and there were injuries caused by a knife blade inserted into his chest and abdomen. The blood stained his lower body red.

Seeing this, he spit out a mouthful of blood, glanced at Wei Yuan, smiled, said nothing, closed his eyes, and never opened them again.

Wei Yuan sighed and looked around. There were ruins and corpses scattered everywhere. Every step he took was like stepping on red mud.

"The first team, withdraw and rest, the third team, prepare to defend the city!"

Wei Yuan did not feel sad for those soldiers who died, but more of regret.

In war, the most valuable thing is human life, and the least valuable thing is human life.

For more than ten days, Yanmen Pass suffered the most tragic city defense battle since the founding of the Zhou Dynasty.

Of the three thousand soldiers, only a few hundred were killed or injured.

One of Xu Changzhi's arms was broken and he was hit by several arrows.

If it weren't for his amazing perseverance, I would have fainted from the pain at this moment.

As for Wei Yuan, he didn't feel well either. There were more than ten stab wounds on his body.

They were all killed in order to resist the enemy soldiers who boarded the city gate.

He and Xu Changzhi cuddled together, looking at his fellow soldiers who were struggling to even stand up. They knew very well that this city might not be able to be defended.

Xu Changzhi spit out saliva, which was mixed with some blood. He gritted his teeth unwillingly and asked:

"Brother Wei, we have been guarding for twenty-seven days, and the British Duke and the others have not made any movement. Have they already regarded us as abandoned children?"

Abandoned son?

Wei Yuan smiled, "The city below us is Yanmen!"

"Commander Wei, the enemy troops are coming up again."

The only remaining scout in the army stood up tremblingly and reported to Wei Yuan.

Hear the sound.

Wei Yuan saw the enemy troops gathering through the gaps between the battlements.

He glanced at the scout and said in a deep voice:

"I have more than three hundred suicide notes here, all of which I wrote for my brothers in the past few days. There are also many people who didn't even leave a single suicide note to read, and even the bones can't be found."

"You are a scout. You are familiar with the terrain of the North. You know which way to go and how to go. In order to survive, please bring the suicide note back."

The scout's eyes widened immediately, "General, are you asking me to be a deserter?"

Wei Yuan shook his head, "It's not a deserter. The enemy is about to rush in. I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. Just treat me and my brothers as begging you."

The scout's nose felt sore, and he looked at the hopeful eyes of the brothers Paoze around him, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

Wei Yuan took off the bag he was carrying, "Everyone's suicide notes are here, as well as the money I have saved over the years, and the jade hairpin I bought."

"Give the silver to my second sister, the hairpin to my eldest sister, and say, this is a meeting gift from me to my niece."

"Inside, go there if you have an address."

The scout stopped being pretentious, carried his luggage, bowed deeply to Wei Yuan and everyone, and said:

"If there is a chance, even in the next life, I will follow you to kill the enemy. Brothers Paoze, take care!"

After saying this, he went down to the city without looking back.

Then, Wei Yuan slowly stood up.

The other officers and men followed suit.

Wei Yuan looked at the crowd, and then at the numerous scars all over their bodies. He was speechless for a long time, and just held the weapon in his hand firmly.

Outside the city, Liao soldiers shouted in unison to persuade them to surrender.

Hearing this, Wei Yuan turned to face the enemy, and the others did the same, with firm eyes and no intention of retreating.

Xu Changzhi handed the large scroll with the word "Zhou" printed on it to Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan took a deep breath and said loudly: "Young man of the Han family, I would rather die than surrender!"

Xu Changzhi said loudly: "Young man of the Han family, I would rather die than surrender!"

Lin Zhaoyuan, a person from Jingdong Road, said loudly: "Young man of the Han family, I would rather die than surrender!"

Chen Aniu from Hebei Road said loudly: "Young man of the Han family, I would rather die than surrender!"

Hedong Road.

The few hundred people left shouted loudly one after another: "Young man of the Han family, I would rather die than surrender!"

The Yanmen, which had long been stained red with blood, was closed, and everyone's figures looked slightly bleak.

The large scroll with the word "Zhou" floats along with the yellow sand.

Yanmen! I would rather die than surrender!