Dong Zunhui took out a clean white cloth from his backpack and tied his injured left arm tightly. This was a cotton cloth that was cooked in advance, and bandaged the wound with it, which not only prevented blood loss, but also prevented sweat and stains from infecting the wound. Almost all the soldiers surviving downstairs were doing the same thing, but Dong Zunhui counted and counted, and there were only nine people left below him.

Dong Zunhui licked his lips, maybe because of excessive blood loss. His lips were extremely dry, as if he had been cut by a knife, and many small holes were cracked. His tongue licked on it not only did not bring any comfort, but instead made his tongue feel painful. He asked hoarsely: "Who still has water?"

No one answered that the water hyacinth hanging around her waist was either cut open by a knife or shot through by an arrow, and it was already empty. It would be great to save a life during the fight, so how could I protect the water hyacinth?

Dong Zunhui took a long breath and exclaimed loudly: "Brothers, the Liao soldiers are at the end of their strength. I don't believe that they are also attacking iron! There are not twenty dead under my knife today, and there must be fifteen or sixteen! The Liao soldiers rushed forward at most and had no strength! Everyone obeyed my orders and retreated to the building. When reinforcements arrived, it was the day when these Liao soldiers were awarded their titles!"

Everyone nodded firmly. In the past, the refugees from the north always talked about the Liao soldiers who killed without blinking with fear, but now, around the small building, there are the bodies of the Liao soldiers!

Whether it is a stout man outside the frontier or a seeker inside the pass, as long as you attack the small building, you will be dead! The many torches that fell to the ground illuminated the inside and outside the garden, and also lit up the clothes of the dead. In addition to the pungent bloody smell, the air also exuded a strange smell of barbecue!

Dong Zunhui and others who retreated to the upper floor found that the tragic level of the upstairs was even worse. There were only five people left on the second floor, including Liu Qingyi, who was hit by three arrows. On the wall, on the table, and in the corridor, there were arrow feathers. No wonder, in the attack just now, Yelu Dilu concentrated the troops of both cities to shoot with all their strength. The total area of ​​the second floor of the small building was only a few. It was a miracle that someone could survive such a saturated attack.

If Liu Qingyi had not ordered the corpse of the battle robe to be blocked in the window as a fortification, the defenders on the second floor would have been almost shot to death. Now the bodies of the battle troupes were closely combined with the small building, and no one or anything could separate them.

Dong Zunhui saluted Liu Qingyi, "Brother Liu, I, Dong Daoan, have you implicated!"

"Daoan must not say that. You are the best general I have met and my best friend! It is my Liu Qingyi who is fortunate to fight with you!" Liu Qingyi solemnly returned a bow and said loudly: "Tonight, let the Liao people see the warriors of the Han people in the Central Plains, so that they can see the hard bones of our Han people!"

Everyone knows that the Liao army suffered such great losses and would never accept surrender. They might even kill corpses and vent their anger after occupying the battlefield. While the Liao soldiers had not yet rushed up, everyone quickly bandaged the wound and made the final preparations. Now there are only fourteen people left on the stairs, and the arrows were all consumed. Of course, the arrows on the walls and corpses could barely be used, but everyone had no strength to shoot and could not raise their hands.

Yelu Dilu looked at the fourth Dudu head kneeling in front of him with a cold face, and then he heard the man say in a crying voice: "General, leave some seeds for our troops! The first, second, and third have all been killed in battle, and the fourth has also been crippled. If this continues, the fifth and sixth Du will have to be explained here. We are only 1,500 people in Yedu. If the loss is too great, what can we do if we kill the Han envoy? Then how can Du Chongwei care about us?! General!"

"That's something I should consider. You don't need to think about it. So you don't want to lead the army and charge? You coward!" Yelu Dilu also blushed and said viciously.

"I'm not a coward!" The fourth capital's Du tore his broken leather armor open and pointed to the scar on his chest and said loudly: "Which time I, Xiao Dawu, did not charge at the front? Here, here, here, here, here, there are all wounds, and here, if you stabbed half an inch in, the last general would have been killed long ago! General, you can't spit out people and slander my courage! The problem now is that the enemy is very brave, and the terrain occupied is easy to defend but difficult to attack. Charging is just to continue to die! Why don't we siege them and wait until dawn to attack!"

Yelu Dilu sighed, patted his shoulder gently, lowered his head and leaned closer to him, and whispered: "I'm sorry!" While speaking, he stabbed his knife in his stomach and stirred it hard for a few times!

Xiao Dawu looked at Yelu Dilu in disbelief, making a "high" sound in his mouth, but he couldn't say a word. He held his stomach in despair in half, and tried to stuff his intestines back again and again, but he failed once. The blood and feces were stirred in his stomach, making a creepy sound of water!

Yelu Dilu shouted loudly: "This is the fate of the cowardly warriors. Everyone charges with me. There are only more than fifty people on the other side. I don't believe that I, the 600 Liao army cannot destroy them!"

This time, Yelu Dilu did not arrange archers or cover troops, but ordered everyone to charge into the two-story building. He was determined to fill the greedy building with flesh and blood, and use the advantage of the number of people to kill the Han envoy.

This time, Yelu Dilu ordered all the wounded to rush to the front. Yedu has been surrounded for nearly two months. There are not many big battles, but small tentative attacks have been continuous and medicines are gradually short of. Anyway, there are no great doctors in the army, and serious injuries mean death. Instead of letting the wounded moan in the camp and finally being dealt with by the final blow, it is better to let them die on the battlefield, at least waste the arrows and strength of the Han army.

The wounded soldiers of the Liao army rushed closer and closer, but no arrows were shot out on the second floor. The wounded soldiers survived and shouted loudly: "They have no arrows, and the victory belongs to us!"

Ten, twenty, fifty, and one hundred wounded soldiers filled in one after another, but in the small building, the Liao soldiers could not see any hope of victory except for the sound of chopping meat with iron knives and the screams from time to time!

Yelu Dilu stepped on the corpse and walked into the cleared first floor. He saw the stairs full of corpses. The somewhat anxious Liao soldiers even stepped on the corpse and climbed up the second floor without having to walk the stairs.

"Report: The fifth capital was killed in the head, and the sixth capital was killed in the head!" The messenger cried and shouted: "There are only four enemy troops left on the building, and they have been completely surrounded by us! However... the Han envoy was not found!"

Yelu Dilu's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly walked upstairs...
Chapter completed!