Shuozhou City.
The fifth day of the siege of the city by the 20,000-strong Tartar army was also the day Zhao Muyun promised that reinforcements would arrive.
Han Zhong, Wang Tiezhu, Zhong Dahu, Guo Luo, Xi Sheng and others were eagerly waiting.
Bai Ruolan and Huan Naxue, who was pregnant, arrived at the top of the city early in the morning.
They will welcome the reinforcements together with the soldiers defending the city.
However, the dawn sunshine did not bring them hope, but was like the door to hell.
King Zhelan and King Loufan had already realized that the defenders in Shuozhou City were at the end of their strength.
They deployed another 5,000 troops and launched a new round of fierce offensive against Shuozhou City. The densely packed Tatars slammed the tattered city walls like a black tide.
Although the gap in the east gate was filled with bricks and tiles from demolished houses, how could it compare to a complete city wall?
The pile of corpses outside became a slippery and terrifying ladder to climb.
"Hold on! Hold on for me!"
Zhong Dahu's voice had long been hoarse and inaudible. He brandished his curved sword and led the last few hundred Shuozhou soldiers to block the inside of the gap.
Every time he swung his sword, there was a splatter of blood and the enemy's dying howl.
He had countless wounds on his body, but he was able to hold on thanks to his bravery.
Han Zhong was held by two personal soldiers and leaned against a relatively intact parapet wall.
The thick bandage on his chest had long been soaked by the constantly oozing blood and then solidified.
Every breath he took was accompanied by a rumbling sound like pumping a bellows, and his vision kept going dark.
He could feel his vitality draining away bit by bit with his blood.
The sound of brutal fighting at the gap was like a heavy hammer, hitting his nerves that were about to collapse.
"Captain Han! You should let us go today!"
Xi Sheng brought a hundred deliberately suppressed Modao soldiers and came back to ask for battle.
The heavy Mo Dao pestle hit the ground, making a dull roar, and murderous aura rose to the sky.
Han Zhong moved his lips, wanting to refuse again, but he had almost run out of strength to make a sound.
He could only shake his head with difficulty, his eyes fixed on the south, which was the direction the reinforcements should come from!
Only by attacking from both inside and outside can these last elite troops be put to good use.
Otherwise, filling it in now will only delay the city's fall for a moment!
Guo Luo and the nine hundred elite cavalrymen had already lined up behind the city gate, holding their swords tightly in their hands, waiting for the order to charge out.
However, an hour passed and there was still no movement on the southern horizon!
At this suffocating moment when despair was about to crush everyone, someone shouted loudly: "Captain Han...Captain Han, look!"
The soldiers on the city walls all looked towards the south.
south!
The end of the distant horizon!
A sharp bright color suddenly tore through the lead-gray sky!
Then came the second point, the third point, and countless more!
The fluttering blood-red flags, like phoenixes reborn from the blood, suddenly broke through the smoke and mist that filled the edge of the Tatar rear formation.
They suddenly became clear in the desperately dilated pupils of the defenders on the city wall of Shuozhou!
"Reinforcements! Yes, reinforcements! Red Qilin flag!"
On the dying city wall, someone used up his last bit of life force and let out a heart-wrenching, almost out-of-tune roar!
Han Zhong struggled to his feet, trying to hold back his tears of excitement, and roared:
"Send out the signal smoke and notify Lin Feng and Tian Qing to attack immediately!"
"Modao Battalion, attack the breach at the east gate and strike back fiercely!"
"Cavalry Battalion, prepare to leave the city and charge!"
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After Han Zhong finished yelling, he felt as if all the water had been drained out of him and he fell down limply. Zhong Dahu was quick to support him.
Soon, three columns of wolf smoke rose from the highest point in Shuozhou City and could be seen from dozens of miles away.
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Xiazhou, Wohugang.
Hu San, who looks honest and simple, seems to have gained the trust of the team manager.
The steward questioned Hu San about his background and when he learned that he was a refugee from Xiazhou, he relaxed his vigilance towards him.
Hu San was a stout man with great strength, while the drivers in charge of the motorcade were suffering from dysentery and would be unable to work for a short period of time.
The manager simply took Hu San into the convoy.
The convoy wound its way forward, its destination being the heavily guarded workshop area deep within Wohugang.
"Watch closely! This batch of rice paper is high-quality goods that have just arrived! Send it directly to the workshop! No mistakes are allowed!" A man who looked like a manager shouted loudly in a stern tone.
Hu San's heart was pounding!
The last time he found out the secret of Wohugang, he immediately sent a carrier pigeon to Jinyang.
Jinyang also responded immediately, asking Hu San to use his identity as a coachman to find out the terrain, routes, sentries, and the number of guards and craftsmen inside Wohugang.
As he walked, he took note of the route, sentry posts, and workshop locations while no one was paying attention.
When the convoy finally entered the core area of Wohugang, Hu San discovered the location of the workshop.
He held his breath, greedily absorbing all the information.
After unloading the goods, Hu San collected his wages, thanked the manager, then lowered his head and left quickly.
Instead of returning to the town, he took advantage of his familiarity with the terrain and quietly went around to a secluded cliff on the back mountain of Wohugang.
Here, he hid the carrier pigeons he had prepared long ago.
He quickly wrote the key information with charcoal on a piece of specially made thin paper:
The location of the workshop, the approximate location of the golden grass raw material warehouse, the intervals between guard patrols, the rotation time of sentries...
It especially marks the news that a large amount of high-quality rice paper has arrived in the warehouse today!
He carefully rolled up the note, stuffed it into a thin bamboo tube, and tied it to the pigeon's leg.
"Go!"
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