The good name of the literati is like a bird cherishing its own feathers, Yao Chong's ghost idea hit it again, a large stone tablet was erected on the main street of the west gate into the city, and the names were densely engraved on it, all of which were guarded by the officers and soldiers of the city.

Veterans do not die, just withered, many people are not afraid of dying for the country, but what they are afraid of is abandoned by time, forgotten, with this stele, thousands of years later there will be people who remember that they shed blood for the Great Min, the Confucian soldiers who were born too many students have a little more comfort in their hearts, one by one can not even write, and the soldiers who joined after joining are even more novel as if something, and the blood is boiling and eager to fight to the death with the Bedouin army immediately.

In the city, almost all the old and young fled, and most of the people left behind were young and strong, and even many Arabs carried scimitars to the city.

These days, Saladin's army did not take any care of the local community that was also Arabs, and the same grass was left where the army passed, but the Fujian people of different ethnic groups and beliefs not only protected their families and escaped, but also gave relief, and in the face of the surging Bedouin army, these local Arabs even showed the same hatred.

More than 1,000 people defended up and down the city wall, the wall poked out of the city and stomped like a hedgehog, and the steel crossbow slowly seemed like a poisonous snake waiting to be attacked, which was extraordinarily imposing.

Song Jing, Xue Ne, Li Ming, and the three Confucian soldiers stood at the front of the city gate, looking back, Yao Chong and Song Jing also had a lot of confidence.

A moment later, facing the rising sun in the east, the rumbling sound of horses' hooves shook the city walls, although they were prepared, seeing the Bedouin cavalry coming in a steady stream, up to Yao Chong and Song Jing, and down to Ma Shiyong, who was hiding at the back, they all gasped.

There are tens of thousands of people, no borders and no edges, and this is still 140,000, standing on the towering city wall and looking at it, there are countless cavalry and the smoke and dust trampled by the cavalry everywhere, and the border cannot be seen, and in the ears, it is either the sound of buzzing horses' hooves, or the vulgar shouting and scolding of the Hu people.

The black clouds were overwhelming the city, standing on the city wall, looking at this scene, everyone had a feeling of being out of breath.

Again, feeling his hands trembling, he forcibly held them on the city wall, Yao Chongfang felt a stop, and couldn't help but turn around, Song Jing's body wrapped in thick armor was also shaking.

The only one who remains calm is Li Ming, and I don't know if I have really seen the world or is stupid, the county lord can still smile at this time, and he hugged his arms and said lightly.

"Don't worry, I know that miser too well with King Min, and it is impossible to watch the grain he squeezed out of his teeth be snatched by the Arab barbarians, and he will definitely come back to save us."

I don't know if the King of Min can come Yao Chong, he only knows that if he can't hold it, if he can't wait for the King of Min, he will be finished, and he also put the steel crossbow on the city stomping, Yao Chong is especially serious about looking below.

The earthy yellow Arab army really swept over like a sandstorm, as if it was about to overwhelm Qom City, but unfortunately, people were human beings, and the overwhelming and magnificent army still stopped more than a hundred meters outside the city wall.

Hundreds of colorful totemic banners painted with ferocious beasts floated below, and the stars and moons were clustered around a middle-aged man dressed in an earthy yellow robe, wearing a golden crown, but with wolf-like vicious cheeks, to the front.

Looking at the city of Qom where the city gate was closed and the Min army on the wall as if facing a great enemy, he frowned impatiently, and Saladin snorted at the people beside him in disgust.

Beside him, the captain of Ainur, who looked like a big tiger and three thick tigers, grabbed this Han man with a mustache and roe head like a chicken, and threw it to the ground contemptuously.

There was no need for the Arabs to urge, the man was already full of tears and ran forward with his arms open, shouting as he ran: "Brothers in the city, surrender, Lord Saladin is the blessing of the Lord, invincible, surrender can still live, or the city will be broken, and the chickens and dogs will not be left!"

"Don't make senseless resistance, the Arab lord kills us Fujian people as neatly as killing chickens, one by one, surrender!"

Courage is always floating, in the long history of human warfare, there is no shortage of people who are full of will to go out of the city desperately, but at the city gate to see countless enemy troops, timid, after closing the city gate and feel that there is no support, and finally kneeling to surrender to the general, seeing such a vast enemy army, many people are also shocked, and can't help but look at the figure of Song Jing at the city gate.

Especially Ma Shiyong, he almost didn't jump out directly to find Song Jing and ask him to surrender.

But just when the hearts of the people were in turmoil, Leng Buding whistled and shot an arrow, and in the next second, the traitor who was still working hard for the Arabs had already put half a crossbow arrow in his forehead and knelt on the ground in disbelief.

"The King of Min once said that our Fujian people have very hard bones and will never be slaves of people! Today, it is better to die standing than to live on his knees! ”

Raising the steel crossbow high, Yao Chong roared angrily, peeking over, Li Ming's admiration and admiration eyes made him express his chest, and roared loudly and proudly, and after a while, the other soldiers who were also awakened from the shock of such a large scale of Saladin's army catered to the roar.

The guns hit the ground, the swords hit the shields, and the entire tall city wall told him that he would not give in like an angry King Kong, and the Bedouin army, which was shaken for a while, couldn't help but take a few steps back.

His face became even more ugly, and Saladin swung his fist forward in annoyance.

"Siege the city, tonight the Caliph wants to raze this Min city, everyone will be killed, not a single one will be left!"

Saladin's words were like boulders thrown into the lake, and a stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the army of the scorched desert quickly boiled.

I really didn't take the small city in front of me in my eyes, the tens of thousands of desert soldiers in the front army had no formation, and rushed directly to the city wall, some people threw arrows indiscriminately, and some people threw ropes to the city, even if they fought so indiscriminately, for a while, Song Jing was still facing countless attacks.

"Get down!"

In the midst of the loud roar, the nervous sweaty Confucian soldiers or Arab strong men either subconsciously lay down, or let the veterans kick to the ground, and large feathered arrows flew down on their heads, and then they heard the Bedouin tribesmen's dialect under their feet The taste is extremely strong, and the northern Arabs also have some incomprehensible scolding voices.

After a pause for a few seconds, it was Li Ming who was the first to jump up, and the spear stabbed down while shouting sharply: "Kill Hu!"

The tip of the spear pierced the throat of the newly exposed Arab brute as if it had eyes, and before he could scream, the man fell like a stone.

"Kill!" Yao Chong and Song Jing, who woke up, also poked out the steel crossbow, and shot down with a crossbow arrow, and the Bedouin soldiers who were attached to the ant siege city were immediately shot down, shooting at close range, and some people were shot through the head, and the Bedouins who lined up to go to the city below screamed.

The disaster had just begun, and the inexperienced Saladin's army relied too tightly, and the sudden rain of rolling stones and trees at the head of the city hit down like that, and there was no place to run for a while, but I saw dozens of pounds of big stones, hundreds of pounds of huge trees smashed down, some people's sternums collapsed, some directly broke their heads and bled out, and some terrifying heads were smashed into their shoulders.

There was no longer the courage to rush forward, and the Bedouins who were immortal cried and shouted and crowded back, driving the people behind them to lose their will to fight, and the tens of thousands of cavalry who had just been killed fiercely retreated very backwards, and for a time they shook their own army.

In fact, many times the faux pas on the battlefield are not a lack of strength, but a lack of courage, and the city of Qom, which was not intimidated, gave the Bedouin robbers a heavy blow at the first time, and looked at the corpses under the city walls, and was surprised for a moment, and the city head, the cheers of joy generally appeared.

After slaying several people in succession, it was only then to restrain the retreating front army, and the cheer was slapped in Saladin's face like a big slap, and the anger was full of rage, and the hero roared in rage.

"Come on, tell those damned Min people, if you don't open the city and surrender, this caliph will cut off the head of each of them!"

Another lost soul, Tang speaking Mandarin was kicked out, frightened away from the city wall screaming, listening to the cheers, Saladin turned his head again.

"Beckel, take your men and kill! If you can't take this broken wall, don't come to see me! ”

After shouting for a long time, no one paid attention, and the Japanese fled back for the rest of their lives, and the next moment, the heavy hooves of the horses sounded, and thousands of Bedouin cavalry, who were even more fierce and bloodthirsty than just now, beat their horses' buttocks, roared wildly and threw themselves towards the city wall.

It's just that looking at the corpses and bones under the city, the arrogant eyes of the leading fierce leader Bakr showed special resentment and resentment, and he reached out and took off the bow and arrow hanging behind his back.

The cheers stopped, and the experienced Confucian soldiers once again lay on the ground, and the steel crossbow group stomped on the city to reveal a dangerous small horn, and more than a hundred crossbowmen were full of confidence at this time, aiming precisely one by one.

Also holding the crossbow, his heart was beating violently, looking at the face of Li Ming, who was also panting excitedly beside him, his chest was full of pride, as if he had forgotten all his fears, Yao Chong stood up violently, and the crossbow arrow shot fiercely downward.

"Come on, dogs, try this!"

Almost facing the city wall, a large area of dense black arrows also flew up at the same time.

In the fierce competition, no one noticed that a man with a horse's face was pale, and he slipped off the city wall in a hurry, and shrank among the people who were ready to support him in the rear, refusing to show his head again.

The scramble is fierce in the city......