After hearing Zhang Zhongmou's question, Zhang Cheng looked a little helpless.

To be honest, he was unsure of what to do, but at this moment, there was no way out. If he couldn't hold on, he would be dead.

There is no other choice except this one.

Zhang Cheng looked at Zhang Zhongmou and said worriedly, "It's too dangerous here. Swords and arrows have no eyes. Sir, you should go down first. In short, as long as Bijie City is still there, I will live and die with Bijie City."

Zhang Zhongmou looked at Zhang Cheng, feeling somewhat helpless. Was there any need to say this?

If we lose Bijie City, we will not have a good life after returning. We might even be beheaded. It is better to die here. Dying here can leave a dignified impression.

However, the possibility of his own death in battle was slim, so Zhang Zhongmou said fiercely: "I am at the gate of the city. If the city is captured, I will immediately commit suicide to serve His Majesty and the Ming Dynasty. If you go to the underworld first, remember to walk slowly so that we can keep each other company on the road."

Glancing at Zhang Zhongmou, Zhang Cheng nodded vigorously and said with a smile, "Okay, I will accompany you, sir."

After hearing what Zhang Cheng said, Zhang Zhongmou smiled and turned to walk down to the thatched hut in the city.

Zhang Zhongmou and Zhang Cheng had no other choice but to send people for help while they themselves defended the place to the death.

The rebels outside the city were already rushing towards the city wall.

Zhang Cheng reached out and drew the sword from his waist. He held it high with a stern gaze and said, "Brothers, I won't say anything else. If we can't hold Bijie City, and the rebels break through, we'll be dead!"

"Today, I am not going to talk about the righteousness of our country and our nation. I just want to say one thing: we must survive!"

"We're garrisoning in Southern Xinjiang, enduring such hardships, not to have these bastards chop off our heads, but to chop off theirs! Pass the order on, remember to keep the heads of those who have been chopped off, and I'll commend you later."

Some of the people around responded, while others didn't. They all stared at the rebels rushing towards them, holding their swords tightly in their hands.

They agreed with Zhang Cheng's words in their hearts, and they were also very clear that if they lost this battle and Bijie City was captured, they would be dead.

Under the city.

When An Bangyan saw his men rushing to the foot of the city wall, a determined smile appeared on his face.

As long as he could capture Bijie City, he would be able to open the way for himself to become the King of Luodian. He believed that Bijie City would not be able to withstand the fierce and continuous attacks for too long. They did not have that many people, so he would definitely be able to take it easily.

At that time, he would just give an order in Bijie City, and the surrounding chieftains would definitely follow him. Thinking of the bright future, how could An Bangyan not be excited?

An Bangyan had already sent people to contact local chieftains. As long as he captured Bijie City, these chieftains would definitely send troops to help.

An Bangyan saw his men setting up ladders, and one soldier after another climbed up to the top of the city wall.

The Ming army threw arrows and stones down like they were free.

There was no unnecessary talk or probing between the two sides; they just fought for their lives right from the start.

Under such circumstances, the casualties were immediate.

An Bangyan's men fell from the ladder like dumplings, and only a few could still stand up. The ladder was covered with sticky blood, and some people almost slipped when they stepped on it.

The Ming soldiers on the city walls shouted, "Defend the city!" Anyone struck by an arrow would fall to the ground; some would even fall directly from the walls. As soon as a position was vacated, someone else would quickly fill it.

Soon An Bangyan's men rushed to the top of the city wall. After all, Bijie City was not that high and could not provide much strategic depth for the Ming army on the top of the city wall.

Zhang Cheng had a ferocious look on his face. He swung his knife and chopped down a rebel who had just climbed up. At the same time, he called on his men to rush forward and suppress the person who was rushing up.

As a military general, Zhang Cheng was well aware of the importance of the matter.

The first wave of siege is definitely when morale is at its highest. If you can suppress them, then their second wave will not be so fierce, and they may lose their morale by the third wave.

If you can hold out for a few days, then the attackers will subconsciously become cowardly when faced with huge losses. Only then can you hold on.

In fact, if we fail to defeat the first wave, there will be no more.

The Ming army on the city wall gritted their teeth, their eyes red, and rushed towards the rebels.

For a moment, the shouts and cries of killing shook the sky.

Zhang Cheng personally led his men to charge on the city walls, and he would hold his ground wherever the rebels came up.

This fight lasted for more than half an hour, and all those who rushed to the top of the city were strangled to death.

While charging and killing, Zhang Cheng ordered people to set fire.

They poured kerosene down the ladder and set it on fire, making it impossible for the rebels to climb up.

"Set fire! Set fire!" Zhang Cheng shouted loudly while waving the knife in his hand.

"Press it down over there! Bring the golden soup up and pour it over so they can have a taste!" Zhang Cheng shouted loudly.

After holding out for a long time, the rebels finally retreated.

Looking at the rebels retreating from the city wall, Zhang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, but it was only a temporary relief, because he also understood that this was just the beginning, not the end.

After the rebels retreated, Zhang Cheng did not dare to relax at all. He directed his men to treat the wounded while at the same time having his brothers who had died in the battle carried away.

Although many familiar people died in the battle, now was not the time to mourn. At the same time, the bodies of the enemies on the city walls were thrown down from the city walls, allowing them to land below. This would both deter the enemy and stop them.

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