The news that Chengdu was surrounded was like Mars on the grassland, which instantly exploded and spread all over the world.

The messengers sent by Chen Longzhi rushed to all directions like sparks. They fulfilled their tasks very diligently and immediately passed the news to the place.

But the effect is not good.

Because no reinforcements drove over.

There is a reason for this. On the entire Bashu land, the power of the Song Dynasty's official army was almost concentrated in the hands of two commanders. Among them, Chen Longzhi was the strongest, and everyone who could fight was there. Peng Daya, who was squatting in Gongzhou Prefecture, was holding ten thousand people who were newly recruited. It was okay to build a city and build a city. If they were asked to go to the battlefield to fight to the Mongols, they would run away before they could even take action.

As for the magistrates trapped in other prefectures, they were afraid of losing themselves, and they did not have the strength and courage to take the risk of rescuing Chengdu City, which was besieged by heavy troops.

Chengdu and Hanzhou City, which is more northerly than it, are like two lonely small reefs in the vast ocean, standing tenaciously in the strong wind and waves. A wave hits it, and it seems to be about to swallow it. Once the wave passes, it reveals its head again.

A month has passed.

The corpses under Chengdu City were piled up like mountains.

The city wall, which had been repaired and was once again broken, once again, and many places had collapsed. A section of the city wall near the north gate was even smashed by a stone bullet to a fork of five or six meters long, which was only ten meters high from the ground. Mongolian soldiers could climb into the city without moving ladders and using corpses to cushion the foot.

In recent days, the Mongolian army and the Song army have fought desperately around this hole. There are several times more soldiers falling here every day than in other places. The Mongolians want to rush in, while the Song soldiers want to block it.

It was almost dusk, and the last wave of attack before sunset was about to end. The last Mongolian efforts to hit the fork with a rainy crossbow on the wall were in full swing.

"kill!"

The chief minister Qin Zhongxiao stood in front of the fork with his left hand shield and his right hand sword, like a god of war, slashing hard, slashing the long sword that had broken countless holes across the neck of a Mongolian soldier.

The Mongolian soldier was covered with armor, but his neck was not protected. He threw down the iron bones that were bigger than his head, covered the huge wound on his neck with both hands, letting the blood rise high, screaming "hehe" in his mouth, staring at Qin Zhongxiao, and stumbled towards Qin Zhongxiao.

Qin Zhongxiao dodged and kicked him with one step. He raised his left shield and shot a cold arrow into the shield with a "Bang".

"Hurry up and set up the wooden fence!" He took advantage of this short gap and turned around and shouted: "I will eliminate the Beilu's thoughts!"

Behind him, two rows of Song soldiers standing side by side with him, with spears as long as a forest and a strong shield as a wall. The bloody gun blade pointed at the base of the wall, and a large group of black Mongolians were crawling there.

Behind them, the brigade of Min Zhuang and Song Bing were nervously binding the wooden fence. Wood thicker than the thighs stood up one by one, arranged into a wooden wall. Arrows falling from the sky fell into the crowd from time to time, taking away lives with tragic shouts.

"Hold the shield, raise the gun!" Qin Zhongxiao shouted violently, his voice a little hoarse. He couldn't remember how many enemies he killed today. His arms were almost unconscious. The mechanical swing of the knife had already numbed his nerves.

Another group of Mongolian soldiers climbed up to the base of the wall. They were all covered in heavy armor. The armor tied with several layers of cowhide was light and solid. The one who was the first to shout words that Qin Zhongxiao could not understand and chopped off a heavy axe.

The Mongol had several arrows inserted into it, and the white feathers were shaking on the armor and it looked a bit beautiful, but Qin Zhongxiao had no time to appreciate it. The power of the heavy axe was enough to break the mountain and crack the stone. He did not dare to use his shield to block it and dodge it.

With a crossed foot, the shield swung with his left hand, and the shield surface hit the back of the Mongolian soldiers like a hammer. The Mongolian soldiers were hit by inertia and shields and fell to the ground. The Song soldiers rushed forward and several spears were instantly inserted into their bodies.

Qin Zhongxiao's right hand did not stop, but suddenly blocked it, opening a spear that pierced in front of him. The shaky spearhead wiped his forehead and stabbed it, cutting a bloody hole.

His power has reached its end. If it were normal, this kind of blocking could completely block the spearhead far away.

From morning to evening, the Mongols' wheel attack did not stop for a moment, and Tahai was already furious. It took too long to spend under Chengdu city and it was intolerable.

The Mongolians kept stopping, and the Song army, which had no choice, could not stop either. Unlike the Mongolians, they could not go to rest.

There are only so many people in the city, and they are attacked from all sides, and there must be someone watching each side. It is impossible for a reserve team to take turns to rest.

Exhaustion is the same as every Song Bing fighting on the city wall. Everyone is fighting desperately. People are already numb to death. They swing their swords and fighting seems to be just to complete a task, a task that cannot be seen.

Chen Longzhi was on the other city wall at the north gate. Although the battle here was not as fierce as the fork, it was also cruel. The Mongolian soldiers did not have the distinction between feint attacks and main attacks. The force invested in each place was equally fierce.

His sword had long been broken, and he didn't know where to throw it. He held a crossbow in his hand. He held the crossbow so steadily, aiming at the heads of the people who were swarming under the city one by one to fire. His fingers were bleeding because of the long-term pulling of the bowstring, and the blood stained the entire crossbow with red. Even the arrows shot out were covered with blood beads.

From time to time, arrows shot from the city penetrated into the wall bricks blocked in front of him, or flew over his head and into the sky. Chen Longzhi was unaware of it, and still repeated the process of tying the strings, raising the arrows, aiming, and launching, without any confusion.

From time to time, soldiers covered in blood came over to report the situation everywhere to him. At this time, he would stop and think about giving orders. The soldiers who received the instructions left hurriedly, and then he continued to shoot arrows.

His personal barracks fought with him on this section of the city wall. On the inside of the city wall not far away, the Chen family and the women and children in the city carried bricks and stones to the city one by one. His ten-year-old son was also mixed in.

No one is idle, and everyone who wants to survive is involved.

When the twilight covered the last ray of setting sun and the crescent moon jumped into the deep blue sky, the Mongolians finally retreated, and they did not choose to fight at night.

The tired defenders of Chengdu City breathed a sigh of relief. Today was another day of living.

"Qin Zhongxiao and Qin rule were killed in battle." A soldier came over and told Chen Longzhi the news: "But the wooden fence is set up, and stones are built overnight tonight. The fork in the city wall will be restored as usual tomorrow morning."

Chen Longzhi looked at the ground silently, with the crossbow leaning against his hand, and blood was still dripping down the bowstring.

"Put his body away, put it in a coffin, and bury it." He said briefly, wrapping the wound on his palm with a piece of cloth: "In this way, even if the city is broken, the Mongolians will not destroy his corpse. If you have time to spare, dig it out and rebuild the tomb."

The soldiers took the order. Chen Longzhi sat for a while, stood up, and took his people to patrol the city. After fierce battles, he had to look at each of the city walls.

The soldiers and civilians on the city were lying on the spot, waiting for the fire-headed troops to bring food to them, while starting to rest in a daze.

No one noticed that after Chen Longzhi left, the commander of the North Gate, Tian Shixian, quietly led a group of people to the North Gate Cave.

The night started to rise, but it was the most relaxed moment of the day when the Song army was in a day. After the war, the people who were extremely tired were the least alert, and the original defenders here were easily escaped by Tian Shixian.

The carts and stones that blocked the city gate were moved away, and the door latch as thick as a beam was removed. The city gate that the Mongolians could not open for a month was opened.

When the people who were watching on the city wall were shocked to find that there was a large group of people approaching the north gate in the darkness, there was no time for them to go.

"Enemy attack!" A shrill shouting warned, echoing in the night sky. Accompanied by it was the sound of horse hooves like thunder.

Chen Longzhi, who had been hurriedly leading the army, saw a sky-sky fire ignited at the north gate halfway.

The Mongolian soldiers who rushed in from the north gate like flood discharge rushed into the city along the street. The Mongolians riding on horses instantly flooded the city like night owls, ghosts.

The Sichuan commander Chen Longzhi, who had been running the Chengdu city for a long time, was lost overnight.
Chapter completed!