Immediately, the leader of a small tribe stood up. In his opinion, he just rushed up and knocked down Guancheng and won.

It didn't take long for the two thousand-person teams to prepare. They waved their steel knives and rushed towards the seemingly vulnerable Guancheng.

Before they rushed to the city, soldiers in plate armor appeared on the top of the city. They held steel crossbows and shot arrows at the Tatar cavalry.

In an instant, the Tatars were shot and turned over. After finally rushing to the city gate, the Tatars discovered that there were grayish-white things between the stones that seemed to have piled up randomly.

It was this grayish-white thing that made the thin Guancheng extremely strong. Countless Tatars hit the city of Guancheng and were bleeding.

Even if they waved their weapons and smashed them, they could not destroy Guancheng at all. Instead, they were beaten to death and wounded by the condescending Ming army.

It was not until this moment that Bu Situ's expression became solemn. A bad feeling arose in his heart, and it was a mistake to walk to Helan Mountain Pass!

But it was too late to regret at this moment. There was only one way to go before the Tatars. If you can't rush out of Helan Mountain Pass, you will have to die.

...

"Li Fan! The Tatars have been attacking for a day. Can the postmen withstand it?" Sande asked with some concern as he heard the shouts of killing from Guancheng.

"I can't bear it, but I have to bear it! I believe in the royal postmen, because they know why they are fighting!" Li Fan said firmly.

On the city of Guancheng, Qi Jin lifted his face armor and leaned against the city of Guancheng, breathing heavily. He could not remember how many times he had repelled the Tatars' attack, but he felt his arms were weak and he could hardly lift them up.

"Captain! I killed nine Tartars with my hand. How many did you kill?" Chen Wei came up and said provocatively.

Since the last fight, Chen Wei has become much more honest, but he has to compete with Qi Jin whenever he has the chance.

Without Qi Jin's words, Tang Feng said, "Chen Wei! Kill those few, is it embarrassing to take the initiative in front of the captain?

On the night of the night attack, the captain killed more than a dozen Tartars. Today, they defended the city, and there were five Tartars who climbed up the city gate. What would you compare with the captain?"

Chen Wei blushed and stared at him and shouted, "Tang Feng! What do you mean? We are one family, why do you always talk for Qi Jin?"

"What's wrong with speaking for the captain? I'm called being honest! Don't forget, if I hadn't been me just now, you would have been dragged down by the Tartars!"

Tang Feng's words made Chen Wei very embarrassed and said with a stuttering on his neck: "Even if I am pulled down, I can still crush the two Tartars to death, maybe more of them are killed..."

Qi Jin was a little impressed by these two live treasures. He was still energetic to fight after fighting for a day. At this moment, a voice sounded: "The Tartars are coming again!"

The postman who was resting immediately stood up and checked the weapons in his hands and prepared for battle.

Qi Jin stood up, glanced at the tired postman, and shouted: "Brothers! Who are we?"

"Royal Postman!"

"Who are we fighting for?" Qi Jin asked again.

"For Your Majesty! For the Ming Dynasty! For the thousands of people in the Ming Dynasty!"

Listening to the postmen's unanimous answer, Qi Jin smiled with satisfaction. "Crack!" He closed the armor on top and shouted in a slightly distorted voice: "The Ming Dynasty has won thousands of victories!"

"Thousand Victories! Thousand Victories of the Ming Dynasty!"

...

The neat shouts echoed at the mountain pass and could not calm down for a long time. Despite the fatigue, the postmen still fought the Tatars who rushed to the city gate again and again.

Li Rusong stepped forward to Li Fan and bowed and said, "Sir! The brothers at the city gate are so tired. Let me lead someone to rush forward once!"

Li Fan shook his head when he heard this and said, "The time has not come! You have a good rest, and you will be on the battlefield!"

"But..." Li Rusong wanted to say something, but Li Fan raised his hand to stop him. He had to retreat in disappointment and circled in anxiety.

"Li Fan! The postmen were too tired. Many of them were dragged down to the city gate by the Tartars. If this continues..." Sande also said.

With the fierce attack of the Tatars, the postmen were also suffering a lot of casualties. Due to the small number of people, the postmen had no chance to rest at all, and their physical strength had reached its limit. If they continued to fight, they might not even have the strength to lift the sword.

"Pull the crossbow up to Chengguan and tell Qi Jin that you must hold on until dawn no matter what! Otherwise..." Li Fan didn't finish speaking, but everyone knew what he meant.

When the Tatars rushed up again, several crossbows appeared on the city gate. The arrows shot not only could connect several people, but also explode into pieces to harvest life.

The Tatars, who were originally as powerful as the rainbow, were scared for the first time, and the attack was not as fierce as before, and the postmen finally got a chance to breathe.

...

"Bastard! You are all cowards, and you are all cowards! You are not worthy of being warriors on the grassland. The face of the Mongolian Empire has been thrown away by you..." In the big tent, Bu Shitu was furious and pointed at everyone in the big tent and scolded him.

After a day of battle, not only did it not break through the city, but it suffered heavy losses. How can I not annoy Bu Situ?

Isn’t it just that ten thousand enemies are placed on the crossbow? After all, there are a few who are killed by the bomb. As long as you work harder, you will definitely be able to rush over.

But at this moment, the Tatars were cowardly. No matter how the leaders of each tribe drove them away, no one was willing to attack the city.

"Master Taiji! The Ming people's firearms are indeed powerful, so they are worse than to be sharp. When they are unprepared, the small Guancheng will definitely be able to fight down!" A middle-aged Han man dressed in a scholar saw that the atmosphere in the big tent was wrong, and he quickly stood up and said.

When Bu Shitu saw the person talking, his tone couldn't help but ease and asked, "What are the insights of Mr. Fan Kuan?"

Fan Kuan smiled and said confidently: "Master Taiji! The art of war says: One move will bring you down again, and three times will be exhausted!

The warriors have been attacking for a day, and must be very tired, and it is really unwise to attack overnight."

Bu Shitu's brows frowned instantly. Just as he was about to scold him, Fan Kuan continued: "The warriors are very tired, and I believe the Ming army on the city will be even more tired!

It is better to let the warriors accumulate their energy and lead the fifth update to the heavenly people suddenly launch an attack when they are most tired. The Ming army will definitely be caught off guard, then..."

Fan Kuan's words lit up Bu Situ's eyes. He immediately smiled and said, "Okay! Mr. Fan is indeed a clever plan!"

...

As the Tatars retreated, the Helan Pass returned to peace again. Later, the corpses on the ground in front of the city reminded people that a war had just happened here.

The tired postmen lay all over the ground before they could walk down Chengguan. Li Fan and Sande walked up to Guancheng and covered them with fur.

Take out the scissors from the spirits and cut off the fingers that were only connected with a trace of flesh. The sleeping postman just trembled and did not wake up at all.

Li Fan knew that they were too tired. If the Tatars attacked the city overnight, most of them would die of fatigue on the city gate.

After bandaging the postman's wound, Li Fan beat his sore waist and looked at the Tatar camp in the distance.

"Call them again in the fourth day! They are so tired!"
Chapter completed!