Li Baisong dragged his tired body to the city wall, and finally suppressed the mutiny with great difficulty, and at the same time saw that there were hidden dangers in the city and even in the army, and it seemed that the plan had to be accelerated! He stood on the stage and glanced at the energetic refugees below, they were the last hope, the only trump card in the city - they must not be discovered by the spies, otherwise once the Mongolian people made sufficient preparations, the immortals would be powerless.

"Order everyone to withdraw from the south gate, as soon as possible. Li Baisong ordered, he knew that it would be difficult to ambush a large number of refugees who had been trained a little effectively, and it would be difficult not to make a sound, so it was best to pretend to retreat.

The spies will get the wrong message: "The army is no longer going to defend the city, so lead the people to evacuate." ”

Li Baisong couldn't imagine that the perfect plan he had prepared really worked, because not long after, a black pigeon flew towards the north of Ningcheng in a corner of the city.....

At the end of the day, the refugees were transferred one after another, and Li Baisong sat at the head of the city, looking at the direction of the north side of the city -- a horse and a flat river, which would allow the Mongolian cavalry to give full play to its greatest advantage! The road they would advance on would be unimpeded!

"It's not so easy to eat the meat of Xiabu City!" Under the resolute voice, it was the city wall full of barbs hanging at night.

At sunset, black clouds pressed down on the city, and smoke and dust billowed on the horizon in the distance, Li Songbai stood alone in the wind, calmly waiting for the upcoming war.

The 6,000 people left in the city have already been deployed, and they are all gathered at the north gate of the city, armed with bows and crossbows—to meet the enemy!

Nearer, closer and closer, the Mongol horses appeared in the yellow sand, and the army was followed by neat columns of infantry and countless siege ladders.

"Are you still so well prepared?" Li Baisong dragged his chin, frowning and feeling faintly uneasy.

Today, I'm afraid that there will be a big change in life...

The dusty Mongolian people looked at the thorn-covered city in the distance, and the war horses under their crotches stopped and cried out in fear.

"Shoot!" At the sound of the order, a rain of arrows fell on the enemy in an instant, and sharp arrows pierced their armor.

Even so, the situation is still not optimistic, and the arrow attack cannot stop the enemy's attack.

The iron cavalry outside the territory has always been fearless of death, and they emphasize military force and light literature, as if everyone is destined to live for the battlefield. Among the tribes, the weakest warriors can resist the whirring bow and arrows with the blade in their hands.

The iron cavalry approached the city wall at an alarming speed, but Li Songbai couldn't find a panicked look on his face, but waited impatiently for them to approach.

"Set up a cannon!" Li Songbai shouted, and the sound of the roar of equipment sounded on the city.

To be honest, the cannon doesn't really come in handy very often, although it is extremely powerful, but it can be expensive. Kang Jia invests so many silver taels to alchemy every year, how can he have the heart to make such a clumsy big man, so except for a few shelves in the capital to make a show, the rest of the places are rare to see in a hundred years.

Fortunately, when the treasury was abundant, the emperor couldn't resist the request of the Liaoguan guards, and allocated money to build more than a dozen Taiwan as a façade to bluff the uninformed Beiyu.

Li Baisong was very cautious at the beginning, and when he planned to withdraw to Bucheng, he made sure to cover people's eyes and ears, unloaded the cannons piece by piece in advance, hid them in the haystack and transported them in, and estimated that he would start assembling them two days before the start of the war, and what he wanted was to catch him off guard!

More than that, in order to let the Mongolian people know that they could afford them, Li Baisong gave an order, and the rows of soldiers behind him held the same weapon and fired indiscriminately at the enemy who climbed the siege ladder.

Although the power of that weapon is far less powerful than that of the cannon, the effect of close defense is still very significant, and the bow and arrow follow closely, and the number of casualties of the Mongolian people immediately increases!

It's just that even with such a fierce counterattack, after all, the Mongolian people are outnumbered, and many people have almost climbed to the top of the city!

At critical moments, people are constantly pushing out their latent creativity:

So I don't know who started first, and poured lard from the ladder, no matter how capable the Mongolian people were, it was impossible to soar to the sky, and many brave soldiers who had the courage to face the difficulties were careless, and the feet slipped and fell high, and the unlucky ones were directly hung on the barbs of the city wall and fell apart.

The defenders at the top of the wall saw that there was a law to follow, and they followed suit and improved it, and some of them poured the lard down and set it on fire, turning the enemies who climbed up into flames. They even helped to make thick iron chains, which were later smeared with thick lard, lit and turned into fire whips, which hung on the city wall and shook with joy.

At the end of the war, Li Baisong's subordinates had a whim, borrowed straw mats, cotton wool and other flammable materials to wrap huo yao, and threw them from the city everywhere to let it drift.

At this time, it was late autumn, and the land was a barren frontier, and the Mongolian people who fought desperately on the battlefield would still wear a few woolen warm clothes to keep out the cold. As you can imagine, the cold cries under the city are endless.

The offensive and defensive battles were stalemate until the moonrise, and the Mongols seemed to be aroused to kill and became more and more indomitable.

A layer of corpses piled up at the bottom of the city, and the fear of death propelled them to do everything in their power - to begin slashing down the walls without reason.

Li Baisong stared at the beast-like enemy, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief while worrying: with the current situation, the defenders' attack was effective, the patience of the Mongols to attack the city began to crumble, and the enemy's madness was only a prelude to retreat.

Indeed, the Mongolian people are really afraid, they come all the way, and they plan to return with a full load, obviously most of the Han people's troops were annihilated in Lingcheng eight or nine out of ten, no matter how strong the city troops at the head are, it is impossible to exceed the number of Liaoguan, how can they be blocked here?

Therefore, what they have to do now is to give the city guards the last dismount, so that this war will become a dark cloud that will always make Dayu jealous!

"Boom!"

Under the vague stars, a loud noise that surprised everyone exploded everyone's nerves.

At the head of the city, the defenders who had been stable and orderly suddenly fled in all directions.

"The wall is collapsing, the wall is collapsing!"

The short six characters are more terrifying than the Hades Talisman, Li Baisong looked at the city and was overjoyed, and the Mongolian people who rushed in immediately raised his heart, and roared at the other side of the city: "Quick! Let 10,000 horses outside the southern city enter the city - kill the enemy!"

The south gate was wide open, and the refugee troops instantly blended with the flow of Mongolian people.

In the city, there was a massacre, a slaughter of the people who were as fierce as a dragon and a tiger against the belligerents who picked up their swords and halberds.

10,000 is far from enough!

Li Baisong took off his robe on his shoulders and jumped down from the city with a sword.

In the midst of the chaos, an unsuspecting Mongolian was beheaded to death.

The general grasped the reins of his horse, and the army of ten thousand soldiers cut down countless enemy soldiers.

Outside the city were the endless Mongols, who were recklessly replenished, and their might was besieged.

Suddenly, a dark arrow shot from nowhere pierced the general's shoulder!

The brief stagnation allowed the Mongolian people to seize the gap, and countless swords were added in the blink of an eye...

The general had his left arm cut off and fell under his horse...

At this moment, the remnants of the crimson sunset between the mountain peaks reflected in the sky, exactly the same as the blood stains flowing on the tip of the knife when Li Baisong saw Liu Jizong...

"From Liaoguan to Kyoto, it is only a dozen days to travel quickly, but I, Li Baisong, have walked for a lifetime. The exhausted general knelt in the direction of Kyoto and recalled: "Bai Song will never follow the wrong person, General Liu will definitely come back, and Bai Song will still be able to accompany you at that time..."

The broken sword propped up the body of the undead, and with his last breath he pulled out the arrow that pierced his shoulder, like an angry lion roaring at the enemy: "Come! I am Li Baisong, the general of the Yu Dynasty!

Don't be jealous of the general wearing gold armor, and the corpse is buried on the battlefield and does not ask for return!

(PS: I'm done, I've finally made good on my promise.)