The next day, dawn.

The sun had not yet risen, and the clouds and mist shrouded the stone pillars of the small mountain town between the mountains.

The three brothers of Qin Yiming stayed awake all night, and they patrolled back and forth on the three sides of the city wall to make the final arrangements.

The youngest Fubo general, Ma Wannian, also took off his cloth clothes and put on the silver armor left by his father Ma Xianglin.

The Tujia soldiers on the four sides of the city wall, squatting or sitting to eat the rice balls sent by the men to the city wall, today's rice balls are not limited, because this may be the last morning sun and the last full meal enjoyed by the white pole soldiers.

The predecessor of this army was Qin Liangyu to help her husband Jun Ma Qiancheng guard the stone pillar, and recruited Tujia Minzhuang to train herself.

Even the weapons of these soldiers, the white-pole spears, were built by Qin Liangyu.

The spear is made of a sturdy ash tree trunk, with a bladed hook on the top and a hard iron ring on the bottom, which can be cut and pulled during battle, and the ring can be used as a hammer weapon.

When necessary, dozens of spears are hooked and linked, which can be used as a tool to climb the mountain and the wall, and the cliff can be climbed instantly, which is very suitable for mountain combat.

At that time, the four brothers and sisters of the Qin family relied on this white pole soldier to make great achievements in Pingbo, Pingluxury, Aid Liao, King Qin, resist the Qing Dynasty, and suppress bandits.

The Tujia people are strong and not afraid of death, when the white pole soldiers were in their heyday, there were 30,000 soldiers, and in the battle of the Hunhe River, the Qin brothers led the white pole soldiers to fight the Eight Banners in blood, and killed more than 8,000 elite soldiers of the Jurchen Eight Banners in their heyday.

Thirty years have passed, a group of white pole soldiers have been killed in battle, a group of people have been conscripted, the court has no silver, Qin Liangyu has scattered all his family resources to fight, Rao is so, after several wars, the white pole soldiers are now all their strength, only 2,000 people are wounded on the city wall.

If the stone pillar is lost, they will be the last white pole soldiers.

All the soldiers knew what they were going to face today, so all the soldiers ate the rice balls in their hands silently, silently.

The three brothers of the Qin family each stood on the city wall and looked down, but they did not say a word.

This is the style of the white pole soldiers, they don't need any rhetoric, behind them are their people, there is only one task, to defend the stone pillar, even if it is in exchange for life.

Silence spread on the wall, and after a while, a ray of light sprinkled from the east mountain, shining on the armor of the three Qin brothers and on the faces of the white pole soldiers.

Not far from the city, the thief army moved.

"General, the thief army is less than three hundred steps away from this city!" A lookout stood on top of the turret to give an announcement.

"All soldiers, prepare to meet the enemy!" Qin Yiming shouted.

The white-pole soldiers quickly got up and took the white-pole spears from their sides, the hooks pointed downwards and stretched out from the battlements, and almost all four walls gave orders at the same time.

The Great Western Army was responsible for the siege of the city, one of the four generals of the Great West, Xinhou Ainengqi.

In fact, he did not get Zhang Xianzhong's military order for this raider Shizhu, but because of personal grudges.

A year ago, his brother Ai Nengxing died under the Stone Pillar City.

Half a year ago, his son Ai Chengye also died under the stone pillar city.

Now, his Ai family is actually the last one at this time.

Unfilial piety is great, and Ai Nengqi has been waiting for the opportunity until five days ago.

Daxi is different from Dashun, Dashun is at least a bit of a political power, and the generals dare not come nonsense without military orders.

And Onishi is more like an old hooligan with a group of robbers, and Zhang Xianzhong's four generals are all his godsons.

The revenge of killing his father is not the same, and the revenge of killing his son is the same, Ai Nengqi walked to his subordinates with a two-foot-long ghost head knife and began to mobilize.

"Little ones! The stone pillar has been besieged by our army for more than three days, and now it is the end of the strong crossbow, and today our army should take the stone pillar in one go!

I, Ainengqi, have made a promise, and if you break the city, you can loot it yourself, and you don't need to hand over the looted property! Those who retreat will be killed! ”

"Kill! Kill! Kill! The excited howls of the soldiers came from the Onishi Army.

"According to the plan set last night, rush! The first person to climb the city wall will be rewarded with 1,000 taels of silver! Eneng raised his broadsword and shouted loudly.

The 4,000 Great Western Army was divided into four groups, carrying cloud ladders and rushing towards the four city walls, while the Great Western Army left behind in the rear had at least a few thousand people.

The stone pillar is a small city, and the city wall is not high, and the 4,000 Western army surrounded the city wall after a while.

The thunder stones on the head of the city have long been exhausted, and even the arrow feathers are gone, Qin Liangyu ordered to demolish the beams of the house and some of the houses, and sawed them off to use them as thunder stones.

From time to time, the wails of soldiers of the Great Western Army who were hit by giant trees were heard from time to time, and the white pole soldiers worked in pairs to overturn the ladder that had been erected.

The military master of Onishi was unbearable, and constantly threw arrow feathers from the city to the city wall, and from time to time the soldiers of the white pole soldiers were shot in the shoulder or arm, but these Tujia people didn't care.

As long as they didn't hit the vital point, they all grinned and pulled out their arrow feathers to continue fighting, letting the blood on their arms gurgle out.

Half an hour later, the first wave of the Great Western Army's attack was in vain, but there was no pause, and then the second wave of soldiers was sent by Ainengqi.

He's going to use wheel tactics, and he's tired of the damn white-pole soldiers on the wall.

The stone pillar city wall had no reserves yesterday, more than 2,000 white pole soldiers, more than 500 people on each side of the city wall have been stretched, fortunately there is a high advantage, coupled with the white pole soldiers brave, the fight is evenly matched.

Until noon, the Great Western Army had achieved nothing except the hundreds of corpses lying under the city walls.

"Lao Tzu, you group of melon babies, look like a hammer, give Lao Tzu a go, rush!" Ai Nengqi was angry, and regardless of Sven's appearance just now, he pulled the collars of several generals and scolded him.

The Great Western Army still had time to take advantage of the free time to eat two mouthfuls of dry food, but the white-pole soldiers on the city wall did not, and after two hours of onslaught, many white-pole soldiers filled in the old wounds and filled the new wounds, struggling to support.

The corpses of the white-pole soldiers on the city wall gradually increased.

Qin Yiming of Beicheng bore the brunt, and there were only about three hundred soldiers left behind him.

The arrow wounds on his left arm and right leg were painful, and the spear in his hand was already a little powerless.

"Ahh

"General!" The two white-pole soldiers beside him hurried to help.

"Leave me alone! Keep defending the city! Defend the city! Qin Yiming shouted regardless of the pain.

The arrow feather shot directly into Qin Yiming's right cheek, and because it was blocked by an iron helmet, the arrow did not penetrate, but this was even more difficult to deal with.

Blood flowed down his neck, Qin Yiming took off his iron helmet with great effort, and breathed rapidly to stabilize his mind.

The soldiers behind him were all fighting hard, Qin Yiming gritted his teeth, and his left hand pulled violently, and a piece of flesh and blood on his face was torn off.

The sharp pain in his face almost made him faint, but he knew that he couldn't fall, his teeth were clenching, and he tried to put the iron helmet back on, the iron helmet stinged the flesh and blood of the face, and it was tortured again.

After a few moments, he stood up again.