Chapter 291 Life and Death

Wu Bin also died in the battle!

Hearing the news, Yang Yanzhao didn't say anything. After shooting an arrow, the poplar bow in his hand was instantly torn apart, while Dian Xu and Xiao Muchun both roared and threw the log in their hands in a few circles in mid-air, throwing it fiercely at the incoming Khitan people.

At the head of the city, there is no place to gain a foothold. There are flying bricks and gravel everywhere, blood and water can be seen everywhere, and soldiers killed in battle are also everywhere.

"Your Excellency, we have no arrows!"

"Your Excellency, all the catapults are also damaged!"

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Every word of report made Yang Yanzhao more and more anxious. The Khitan people seemed to find that the soldiers in his hand were killed and injured, and they also sensed that the arrows used to defend the city were shot by them.

Therefore, the Khitans also retreated the archers, all of which were infantry with long knives, desperately encircling Yunzhou.

"Boil water for me!"

When the mountains and rivers are exhausted, Yang Yanzhao has nothing available, so he can only use boiling water to burn the Khitan people who climb all over the city.

"Your Excellency, look!"

I don't know who shouted. Yang Yanzhao, who was shaking the gravel to kill the Khitan people, looked up. In the distance, the remnant sun was like blood, and under the burning clouds, it was also an elephant of ten thousand horses galloping. The gravel in his hand was pinched into dust.

The Khitans have come to reinforce the army again!

It seems that he is going to lose his life here today. Somehow, Yang Yanzhao has not intended to abandon Yunzhou City and leave until now. Looking at the fall to the ground, he only feels that the blood in his body is boiling.

"Kill me, kill one to earn one, kill two to earn a pair!"

With a roar, Yang Yanzhao threw out a few more gravels and rushed to the Khitan people. His blood was sprinkled, and several people's heads were smashed in an instant.

The wolf's tooth pat was cut off by the Khitan people, and the wood was also broken. Even the steel knife in his hand was cut and rolled up, and the head of the city was full of corpses and mutilated limbs.

"My lord, hot water is coming!"

Zhang Ming blushed and climbed up the city with his men carrying a wooden barrel. The lingering fog rose, making there was a heat wave in the cold wind.

"Fal down and burn these bitches to death!"

Hot water poured down into buckets, lifting waterfall-like smoke, and the Khitan people in the city, who were as dense as ants, suddenly screamed.

After the hot water spilled, the Khitans suddenly screamed, and ** appeared in the attacking team. Maybe they realized that what they were drenched was not the fire oil that scared them a few days ago, so they quickly returned to their formation.

Smashing down the wooden barrel in his hand, Yang Yanzhao's eyes turned red and grabbed the steel gun beside him. "Pick up the sword, gun and spear, kill!"

There is no choice. The rest is to fight close to kill. Of course, everyone understands that the city can't be defended, and that maybe they will fall down the next moment.

But there is no way out behind him.

But at this moment, the horn sounded, and the Khitans retreated. What happened?

At the head of the city, Yang Yanzhao leaned against the wall, gasping for breath. The clothes under his armor had already been soaked. Dianxu and Xiao Muchun slept on the blood, staring at the dark sky with numb eyes.

On the other side, the few soldiers left either cleaned up the wound or fell to the ground tiredly, closed their eyes directly, but were about to fall asleep.

The cold wind that pierced the muscles and bones blew through the city, and the strong smell of blood filled the sky and the earth for a long time. You can even clearly hear the noise from the Khitan camp in the distance.

"Dian Xu, take the rest of your brothers and go."

For a long time, Yang Yanzhao said this gently. Hearing the words, Dian Xu, who was stunned like a dead body, suddenly stood up, and his eyes became more and more red. "Your excellency, what do you mean by this? Are you going to make someone flinch?"

With that, Dian Xu turned around and pointed to the many soldiers who died in the city. "So many brothers have died in battle, but your excellency, you let someone leave here. This is a humiliation to Dian Xu and a humiliation to the whole army in my town!"

His angry words made Han Qiuping also look angry. The other soldiers at the head of the city also opened their eyes and looked at Yang Yanzhao doubtfully, as if they didn't understand what had happened.

He slowly stood up and stood at the top of the city. Looking at the dense light tent, Yang Yanzhao sighed and exhaled a white fog. "Our task is to delay the footsteps of the Khitan people. Now, it has been three days. General Pan and others should have travel hundreds of miles away. Even if the Khitan people walk quickly, they want to I can't catch up with you."

Turning around, a pale face squeezed out a smile, "So, our task has been completed, which is not a retreat. The reputation of the Zhenxi Army has not fallen, and the front of the palace is still famous. All the brothers are my good son of the Song Dynasty, the captain, and take the brothers away from the south gate. "

Hearing this, Dian Xu was speechless for a moment. He didn't know what to say, but Xiao Muchun jumped up and stared at Yang Yanzhao and said, "Son, what about you?"

A trace of sadness appeared on his face. Yang Yanzhao's eyes swept over the devastated city. Looking at the fallen soldiers, he whispered for a long time, "General Pan handed over Yunzhou City to me, that is to fight until the last moment, and you can't abandon the city..."

"My son, my subordinates won't leave. I'm going to avenge my brothers!"

Xiao Muchun's face was full of sadness and indignation. When his voice fell, many voices of echoed, "Your Excellency, we will not leave, and we will swear to coexist with Yunzhou City!"

"Yes, my lord, there is only one of my brothers left. I want to avenge my brothers!"

"Yes, revenge, we want revenge!"

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The tired and numb faces showed incomparable anger, and there was incomparable hatred in their words. At this moment, the burden on their shoulders standing at the head of the city is no longer as simple as resisting the Khitan people going south, which is already related to the hatred of the national enemy and the national blood.

Hearing these words, Yang Yanzhao was silent. If the Khitans attacked the city again, with less than a thousand troops in his hand, I'm afraid he can't resist it for a round.

Stay, that's death!

But people always have the inviolable thing to defend in their hearts. Even if the blood splashes three feet and dies under the three feet of green front, they will never take a step back.

For a long time, Yang Yanzhao smiled again, "In this case, let's live and die together for the Song Dynasty!"

"We live and die together!"

Countless shouts sounded, heartbreaking, full of grief and indignation and determination, burning the last flame of war in the cold wind.

In the distance, in the Khitan camp, he also heard these shouts. Yelu Xiuge couldn't help but walk out of the camp and squinted again, looking at Yunzhou City, which had been scattered for a long time.

Not long after, a trace of fierceness flashed in the narrow eyes. The Song people in these urns really deserve to die. The trapped beasts are still fighting, and in the end, they are just struggling in vain.

The warriors of Daliao will definitely step on the city of Yunzhou!

When Yelu Xiuge clenched his fists, a slightly thin figure came out of the small tent next to him. The man's long hair was tied with countless small braids, and his face was angular, like a knife. His eyes were eagles, and his sharp eyes seemed to pierce everything.

He led troops to block the army in the middle road, and even chased Gao Huaide and others for a hundred miles. In the end, he killed countless people in the southwest of the Liao Dynasty.

"Your Excellency."

Yelu obliquely saluted Yelu Xiuge. Later, he also looked up at Yunzhou City and looked a little. Then he whispered, "Who are these Song soldiers leading the battle? How can they not be afraid of life and death like this? They have abruptly rejected tens of thousands of my army from the city? Is it the Yang family in Daizhou or the family in Fuzhou?"

There was an inexplicable trace of embarrassment on Brother Yelu Xiu's face, but after all, the two of them have been working together for many years. He knew that the other party had no intention of humiliation, so he exhaled a hot breath and frowned his thick and black frown and answered, "The enemy is a young descendant of age and weak, and I don't know how to come from."

"Is it a young man?"

Yelu's face showed a little shock. The Song Dynasty established the country. Although it was flat in the south and the north, it has never been able to cross the Yanmen Pass. Those so-called brave and good at fighting are just incompetent people who bully the weak.

Even if the emperor of the Song Dynasty personally led the army, in front of the Liao warriors, he was just a clown who collapsed without fighting. In front of him, Yunzhou City could resist the offensive of Yelu Xiuge, which surprised Yelu, who knew his ability.

Seeing that Yelu Xiuge showed anger on his face, Yelu quickly put away the shock in his heart and said with a smile, "It is not surprising that there are such brave and resourceful people in the Central Plains. It is natural to lead tens of thousands of troops and occupy the place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack in Yunzhou City. It is natural that I can be outside the city according to Liaoning.

I also saw the situation just now. The Song army in front of him is just a dying struggle. It won't take long for the king to capture Yunzhou City.

Hearing this, Brother Yelu Xiu did not have a trace of joy. After a long time, he answered in a low voice, "The dying beast is particularly terrible."

Without continuing to entangle on this topic, Yelu raised his sword eyebrows like a cloud peak. "Your Majesty, the last general just went to see the saint. She said that she received a secret order from the national master to capture the Song general who was guarding the city alive. It seems that this person's identity is more and more confusing."

"National teacher?"

Yelu Xiu's face was disdainful, and his eyes were full of contempt. "Han Yin, that's just a wandering magician who confuses the crowd, but it's a pity that Dahan was deceived by his rhetoric. I really want to cut him with a knife!"

"Your Majesty, you must not!"

With an exclamation, Yelu said in a low voice, "This is also the meaning of the Great Khan. The king must not disobey."

After saying that, he turned around and left. There were some things that he didn't want to say too clearly, and he couldn't talk to outsiders.

For example, that man is not just as simple as a magic stick. Once, Yelu saw him walk into the most terrible place in the depths of the grassland with his own eyes, and he walked on Tianshan Mountain, which no one had never climbed for hundreds of years, and even killed all the foreign masters who threatened Liaoning without saying a word.

As quiet as a virgin, you can practice meditation for a hundred years; if you move, you will take off the rabbit, and a round of turbidity will burn tomorrow. And it is this existence of a man like tomorrow that protects the century-old foundation of Daliao.