Chapter 1033 There will be a miracle The wind pushed the weeds extremely low, as if it was showing off its power and forced the weeds to lower their heads. I don¡¯t know whether the swishing sound is the proud smile of the wind or the unyielding cry of the weeds. There is a strong smell of blood in the wind. Song Zihui, the governor of Pingan County, was sitting on the city wall, as if he was exhausted and could not even stand up. Next to him lay a corpse that had not yet closed its eyes. There was a wolf-fang arrow stuck in this man's throat, and the blood had dried up. Song Zihui tried his best to save his life but was unable to do so. Blood covered his hands and flowed out from between his fingers. Facing death, Song Zi regretted that he was powerless. The person who died was his most effective stopper Zheng Hen. Song Zihui couldn't remember how many times Zheng Hen led his troops behind him to defeat the bandits who tried to harm the people of Ping'an County. Eight thousand men of peace blocked the god of death from the outside of Ping An County time and time again. But this time, Death is too powerful. Even if the enemy uses 10,000 men to attack in rotation every day, the rotation will not be completed in a month. If it weren't for the fact that the Wolf Cavalry was really not good at siege warfare, perhaps this place would have been razed to the ground long ago. After persisting until now, most of the eight thousand civilian braves have been lost, and almost all of the remaining ones are injured. In the past, these soldiers from Ping'an County were never afraid of fighting because they knew they would win in the end. This time, victory may never come. Seeing the tiredness on the soldiers' faces, Song Zihui suddenly had the urge to open the door and walk out. If he could die in exchange for the lives of the people in the city, he would be willing to do that. However, after resisting until now, I am afraid that the Meng Yuan people outside the city have already hated the people in the city. Song Zi regretted not regretting, even if he died, he would not regret leading the people to resist the powerful enemy. He just feels sorry for these soldiers and people. If this continues, the city will be destroyed sooner or later. When the city is destroyed, the Meng Yuan people who are angry will probably raise their butcher's knives to the entire city. "Sir," a tired voice came from the side: "Don't be sad, General Zheng died so admirable that people admire him from the bottom of his heart." Song Zihui turned around and looked, and found that the speaker was a bloody man, a little fat, but Looks very strong. Because his face was covered with blood, Song Zihui didn't recognize who he was. The clothes he wore were not that of a brave soldier, but civilians who spontaneously came to the city to help defend the city. He had a broken arm, all from the shoulder. Song Zihui suddenly remembered that this man's surname was Zheng, and his name was Zheng Nantian. He was a butcher in the city. He was usually very cruel, and not even those gangsters dared to offend him. Several Mongolian soldiers climbed up the city wall the day before yesterday, and he stabbed several of them to death one after another with the pig-killing knife. He also had his left arm chopped off by a Mongolian soldier. With such a serious injury, he didn¡¯t even go down to the city to rest. "Why are you still in the city?" Song Zihui asked. "Nothing." Zheng Nantian grinned, and the gaps between his white teeth were bloodshot: "I can't come back with this arm. I don't have much ability, but I am strong and can kill a few Mongolian Tatars. I I know that I am nothing. The city walls are built up brick by brick. What if my brick is the only one missing?" Song Zihui's heart ached with shock. It was people like this who kept his faith alive. exist. "Then you should go down and treat the wound first!" He said loudly. "I went down, but I came back." Zheng Nantian smiled weakly. He took out a pipe from his pocket, stuffed it with bloody tobacco, lit it, and took a puff. The tobacco burned hard, and the color of the blood gradually disappeared. "Sir, don't be discouraged. I'm not very good at speaking, and I haven't read many books, but I know that as long as I persist, miracles may happen. When I was a child, I was weak and sick all day long. Others said I wouldn't survive. I was five or six years old, but my parents didn¡¯t give up. They took me to see a doctor and worked with me in the morning. They persisted and by the time I was seventeen or eighteen, I was actually stronger than others. Now I am not only living well, but I also have a wife and a baby." He looked at Song Zihui and said, "Isn't this a miracle?" Outside the city, he remembered the unique horn sound of the Meng Yuan people again. Zheng Nantian took a long puff of cigarette and struggled to stand up. He randomly picked up a knife with a chip on the ground. His figure standing on the edge of the city wall with a pipe in his mouth was as majestic as a mountain. Song Zihui looked at him and suddenly felt his strength return to his body. "Actually, I'm sometimes afraid. Think about it, the city will be destroyed sooner or later. What's the point of fighting like this?" Zheng Nantian looked at the Meng Yuan Langqi approaching in darkness outside the city, as if talking to himself.Said: "Later I figured it out, this desperate effort is just to let the mother-in-law and children live a few more days. If we carry it one more day, they will live one more day. One day is good This is what men should do. ! The mother-in-law is still young and beautiful, and the child has just learned to walk I must at least be worthy of them. Now that the court is over, the emperor who is regarded as heaven by the people is gone, but I cannot let them down. " He Looking at Song Zihui: "There is a saying that I heard someone say a few days ago. I forgot it. It means that even if you die, you have to die in a decent way. You can't let outsiders look down on you. As long as you do what you should do, it's okay. It¡¯s okay to die. It¡¯s a good place to die.¡± Song Zihui replied solemnly. "Yeah" Zheng Nantian nodded: "That's it." Jiangbei Road Lingmen Pass Yan Zeng's eyes were a little red. The defenders on the city wall refused to surrender no matter what. He tried to persuade them several times, but to no avail. Later, someone escaped from Lingmen Pass and told him that the generals in the city had contacted someone and were waiting for the Mongolian army. I heard that the man promised the general guarding the gate a title of first-class marquis and thirty thousand taels of gold. Yan Zeng was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He could betray his ancestors for this little thing? The people who escaped came down from the city wall in a hanging basket at night. There were more than a dozen people in total. However, they were discovered and he was the only one who came out alive. When the hanging basket was halfway down, someone cut the rope and he broke. Legs. When he mentioned those people in the city, he gritted his teeth with hatred. "Those people are crazy. They are obviously good people, so why are they crazy? All those who disagree with them are killed, and they only want to be dogs for the Mengyuan people!" These words made Yan Zeng feel angry in his heart. burn. "Fire!" Andrew's shout rang out from the front, and the soldiers of the artillery battalion lit the fuse. The artillery exploded one after another, and fireballs immediately appeared on the top of the city of Lingmen Pass. Under such an offensive, the soldiers defending the city seemed to be frightened, huddled inside and did not dare to show their heads. But as soon as the artillery stopped, those people began to fight back. Perhaps it was because they knew that the matter would be exposed and they would be dead if they opened the city gate, so they were particularly vicious. "If I can't take Lingmen Pass, I will be the first to apologize with death!" Yan Zeng roared and was about to rush forward with his horizontal sword. His generals pulled him from behind: "General, let us get in, these dogs The mother-in-law has forgotten what blood is flowing in her bones, let us go up and chop them into pieces!" Several generals led their troops to rush up, but the mountain road was too narrow and the team could not spread out at all, so they went up one team at a time. Those who were rushing one after another were blocked and couldn't attack at all. The city gate of Lingmenguan was blocked by the rebels with stones and sandbags, and even the cannonballs could not open it. Only a dozen or so people can pass side by side on the road. There are cliffs on both sides, so attacking like this is simply not an option. "Fuck you!" Andrew was also angry, cursing lamely, with such a strange tone. "Boom!" He pointed at Lingmen Pass and roared loudly: "Even if I run out of artillery shells, the city wall will be blown down by me. I don't believe it. We have artillery and we can't even take down a small Lingmen Pass!" Artillery The fire snakes were constantly swallowing, and the cannonballs exploded on the city wall one after another. It was not until dark that a section of the city wall finally collapsed. Many rebel soldiers hiding behind the wall stacks rolled down with the collapsed stones. Andrew saw hope and ordered all artillery to aim at the collapsed section. After another half an hour of blasting, a hole was finally opened in the wall. The outside of the city wall of Lingmen Pass is made of hard bricks, and the inside is filled with soil. Although it is very strong, after all the strong outer walls are broken, the soil inside begins to fall off in large chunks. After Yan Zeng saw it, he took off his cloak, and regardless of the obstruction of the soldiers, he personally led the troops forward with a horizontal sword. When the moon was about to reach its highest point, he finally climbed up with his men and horses. What followed was an even more cruel and brutal hand-to-hand combat, with people piled together on the narrow city wall to fight. Before dawn, the soldiers finally entered the city of Lingmenguan and began to sweep away. The city wall fell and the rebels began to escape from the other side of the pass. The furious Black Flag Army soldiers began to chase forward, chasing them for more than thirty miles, and killed all the rebels. The traitor who had been bribed was captured alive. After an immediate interrogation, he realized that this guy was actually a disciple of the Moon Shadow Hall, and he happened to be assigned to guard the spirit gate. "Fortunately, the Meng Yuan people haven't come yet, but according to the days, the Meng Yuan people should have arrived a long time ago." Chen Zhenyu, a member of the Xiaoqi Riding School, was a little confused. "There must be someone blocking Mongolia on the other side of the river.There are so many people, and it has been blocked for many days! " Yan Zeng immediately reacted: "Chen Baihu, please take the people from the Xiao Riding School over to have a look. If there is really someone leading troops to fight the Meng Yuan Tatars, we have to save them! " "give it to me! " Chen Zhenyu clasped his fists and said, "If someone is blocking the Meng Yuan people, please ask the general to send troops immediately. Those on the Hexi side who cannot be defended must be brought back as soon as possible. " Song Zihui hugged Zheng Nantian's mutilated body. His eyes hurt so much but no tears came out. These days, his tears have long dried up. The Meng Yuan people made a stone trebuchet, A huge stone pinned Zheng Nantian down. After people struggled to move the stone away, half of his body was rotten. "Sir believe me" Zheng Nantian was still laughing, and blood came out of his mouth when he smiled. Yong: "There will be there will be a miracle. " "I trust you! " Song Zihui squeezed Zheng Nantian's hand, hoping that he would not become cold. But the God of Death still came, and was dragging Zheng Nantian's soul away from his incomplete body bit by bit. Even though Song Zihui held Zheng Nantian's hand, No matter how tight it is, it seems that it can't prevent this from happening. "I once pooped outside the back door of your house" Zheng Nantian must have been in unbearable pain, and his brows were twisted together. "I'm sorry" He. Said. The arm dropped down and hit his rotten half with a splash, which splashed across Song Zihui's face. The slightly hot blood pierced Song Zihui's heart like a needle. It hurts so much. "There will be a miracle!" " Song Zihui stood up and clenched his fists hard.