Chapter 67 Choice (Part 1)

The troops that emerged out of thin air caught the attacker off guard.

Several artillery cars that were too close to the city wall were blown up by the crossbows and four-pound cannons at the top of the city. The aspiring Mongolian archers were forced to get further and further away from the city wall by explosions. Yayahadoulu and Ni Wenjun regrouped several times, trying to force the defenders into desperate situation again, but the morale of their soldiers under their respective commands was lower and lower again, and they could no longer repeat the previous madness.

When night finally came, the Yuan army retreated like a tide, and under the crumbling city walls, there were corpses everywhere.

This round of confrontation did not last too long, but the intensity was greater than any battle in the previous few days. The Mongolian Yuan soldiers and the Ni family rebels lost more than 5,000 people in just half an hour, and the Tianwan soldiers who were guarding the city also suffered more than 3,000 casualties. The blood of the warriors dyed half of the city wall red, and when they were lit by the beating torches, they flashed with strange light from top to bottom.

"What's the crazy thing about these bastards tonight?" Grand Tutor Zou Pusheng leaned on a shield full of feather arrows, panting as if he was panting. As a civil servant, his physical energy consumption had reached its limit. At this moment, as long as someone gently pushed him up, he might fall down and never stand up again.

"The Huai'an army is coming soon." Chen Youliang changed his crazy appearance when he was fighting, grinned and said with a wry smile, "If the thief cannot break the city tonight, when the Huai'an army arrives tomorrow, you will never think about taking down Qizhou again. So tonight is the last chance. Either destroy the Tianzang or return in vain, and the old thief of Yabatulu has no other choice."

"You said the Tartars will fight at night later," Zou Pusheng shivered and almost staggered. Thanks to Zhang Dingbian who helped him in time, he barely stabilized his body. "How did you know that the Huai'an army is coming, and the thieves are just here, so you are not afraid of being blocked by the Huai'an army."

"If the Huai'an army had not arrived soon, why would the old thief Yabatulu have to let his subordinates come up and fight to the death? If he could use up Ni Wenjun's troops, wouldn't he be able to deal with that guy better in the future?" Chen Youliang grinned again, and a bit of unconcealed sorrow appeared on his pale face. "As for Zhu Chongjiu, hehe, if Qizhou was captured by the Tartars, why would the Huai'an army land again?"

"He, he, you mean, he didn't want to come from the beginning, the lord, the lord, the lord, after all," Zou Pusheng widened his eyes and muttered in a low voice.

Chen Youliang looked at him and turned toward the other brothers.

There were some things he could not say clearly. If he and Zhu Chongjiu were changed, his best choice was to stand by and let Tianwanguo die. Because Zhu Chongba and Peng Yingyu were separated by the middle, even if Qizhou was preserved, the Huai'an army would not be able to control the place for a long time. Xu Shouhui was so arrogant that he was stupid again that he was about to die. He even issued a bullshit imperial edict to Zhu Chongjiu.

On the top of the city, the warriors who had just experienced a life-and-death battle were seizing the time to close the gap and sort out weapons and armor. Their total number was about one thousand, including about two hundred of the most combative iron armored guards. Anyone who could persist until now refused to leave is unquestionable. However, this is already all the troops in Chen Youliang's hands. In the next battle, even if he blows the corners of the painting, it is impossible to summon more like-minded people from the city.

Seeing Chen Youliang coming, everyone stopped their work and stood up to greet them. Chen Youliang smiled and walked past everyone, or tidied up the armor for this person, or wiped away the blood on his face, and his smile was full of confidence.

"Good brother." He said casually as he walked, just like the eldest son of a farmer's family, taking care of his minor peers. "Chen can't remember the names of everyone else, but you are all Chen's brothers. Tonight, we will be a family, and we will enjoy the blessings and difficulties in the future."

"I wish to die for General Jinwu." Zhang Bixian took the lead in the crowd and responded loudly.

"I wish to die for General Jinwu." The warriors agreed, and their smoky faces were filled with excitement.

The vast majority of them were not Chen Youliang's direct subordinates, and there were even a large number of them. They were not familiar with Chen Youliang's name before, but in the battle tonight, Chen Youliang completely conquered everyone with his madness and courage, making everyone willing to fight with him and face any enemy together.

"Listen, none of us die. Let's live together, drink big gulp and eat meat together." Chen Youliang's eyes immediately began to turn red, he raised his hands and responded with a sob.

"Living together, drinking wine together, and eating meat in large pieces." Zhang Bixian took the lead again, and everyone shouted in unison, and the heroic shouts drifted down the city walls, drifting throughout the wilderness in the night wind.

In the wilderness, the Meng Yuan soldiers were catching up on time to make war meals. A large pile of bonfires were connected into a large area. Looking from a distance, they were even more majestic than the size of Qizhou City. Whenever the wind direction changed, barbaric noises and low crying sounds came from the air.

The laughter came from the Qiang soldiers under Yahadulu. These guys born on the snowy plateau were ten times more barbaric than the Mongolians. The whole meaning of living seemed to be killing people and setting fires. For them, death was as ordinary as eating and drinking water.

Qizhou is the capital of Tianwan Kingdom, so within a radius of 200 miles near Qizhou, all the soldiers belong to the enemy country. Everything in the enemy country belongs to plundering. The people of the enemy country are lambs that can be slaughtered at will, inherited from the wildness of their ancestors, allowing the soldiers of the Mongolian Yuan to destroy all the buildings they saw along the way, from cities to villages, from bamboo buildings to wells, inherited from the bloodthirsty desires of their ancestors, and also allowed them to kill almost everyone they met, from eighty-year-old women to slaughter children, from relatives and friends of the uprisingers, to voluntarily tied up, and even the Shunmin who led the way.

The intoxication brought by destruction and killing made the officers and soldiers forget the fear of death, sing and drinking by the bonfire, while the rebels of the Ni family, who witnessed the murder of fellow villagers and even relatives and friends, could only stand by and watch, had their morale down to the extreme. They were the ones with the least status, and in the evening battle, they were the ones with the most casualties. However, they wanted to look back, but it was too late. They could only cry a few times when the Mongolian Yuan army and their generals did not notice it to vent their grief.

"I'm going to be a nickname, it's not your mother who died, but I'm going to be a mourner." Ni Wenjun obviously felt the depression around him. He carried a knife and led his own group of his hardcore direct descendants to inspect, "Follow the old village man, what can everyone fall in love with me? He dares to even rob my woman. If your wife is attracted to him one day, she will not be able to send her to the palace to let him harm him."

"Stop crying, don't cry anymore. There is no one who can't die in war. You will die early and be reborn." Ni Wenjun's chief secretary and Huangzhou scholar Sun Donglin also loudly helped, "After all of you walked back to the right path, no longer a group of thieves. Even if you become a ghost, the King of Hell will."

He didn't say it, but when he said it, the crying around him immediately increased. For those who had been high-ranking officials of the Mongolian Yuan, surrendering was indeed a "right way". But for ordinary soldiers, what is the difference between the Mongolian Yuan and Tianwan? The latter is still the same clan, but the former only treats everyone as a lowly wild dog.

"Shut up." Ni Wenjun also felt that Sun Changshi was helping him. He turned around and glared at the latter fiercely, scolding loudly, "If you have nothing to do, just sort out the ladders and siege for me. I will come in handy later."

"Yes, sir, don't worry, I'll do it now." Sun Donglin quickly smiled and hugged his fists, walked out of the crowd in a panic, but secretly spat on the ground, then twisted his feet a few times, and cursed in a low voice: "The virtue is not the same country bumpkin. At this time, he is still rushing to hug the Mongolian thighs. He really can't catch the heat even if he eats shit. One day, the Feng Shui has reversed, and it seems that you can't even cry."

After cursing, he finally felt relieved and took his hands back, Shi Ran went to complete the task Ni Wenjun had just assigned him. To be honest, he was not optimistic about the future of the Yuan Dynasty, but he was even less optimistic about Emperor Tianwan Xu Shouhui. However, as a scholar who was powerless, he could not make his own choices, so most of the time, he could only go with the flow with anger.

He was a man of fame and fortune, and he had no pressure to deal with these simple mundane affairs. In less than a quarter of an hour, he counted all the siege equipment in the baggage camp and waited for a certain country bumpkin to come and accept it.

"Woo,,,,." A horn was sent over by the night wind, desolate and gentle.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Immediately afterwards, the officers and soldiers of the Mongolian Yuan started to move first. Then, the direct descendants, elite Ni troops, ordinary soldiers of Ni troops, and the auxiliary soldiers and the people wrapped in Ni troops. When a strong man with red cloth on his head and drunken face walked quickly to the ladder and the siege cart, he pushed it and moved towards Qizhou, Sun Donglin knew that a new round of attack was about to begin again.

The Qizhou City in the distance looked like it was shaking. The enemy building collapsed. Half of the faces of the horses on both sides were blown off. Five of the arrows on the city wall were gone. Most of the remaining ones were temporarily repaired and could not withstand a single bombardment of four kilograms of live ammunition.

"What a pity." Sun Donglin walked in his own team with one foot and one foot, without any desire for victory on his face.
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