After giving instructions to his two deputy generals, Xu Yunlong and He Yunsheng, Lin Feng walked down the wall and went to the drill ground inside the pass.
The 3,000-strong reserve force has been assembled. Most of them are new recruits who have been training for less than three months and still have nervousness in their eyes.
"Are you scared?" Lin Feng asked.
No one answered, but their hands gripping their weapons tightly and their legs trembling betrayed their fear.
Lin Feng smiled and said, "When I first went to the battlefield, I was even more afraid than you. That was ten years ago. The Northern Barbarians came knocking on the gate. I was only sixteen years old, and my hand holding the knife was shaking."
"But when I saw my comrades fall and the people outside the Great Wall being slaughtered, I suddenly stopped being afraid."
He walked up to a young soldier and straightened his crooked helmet for him:
"Remember, behind you is Xijing, your parents, wives and children, and the millions of people in Guanzhong."
“If we back down, they will have no way to survive. So we cannot back down, not even one step.”
The young soldier gritted his teeth: "General, I will not retreat!"
"Good!" Lin Feng patted his shoulder, then turned to face the entire army. "In this battle, there is no turning back. Either we hold Longmen Pass, or we die here."
"But I tell you—we can hold out! Because the city is strong, because our weapons are sharp, and even more so because we are the Grand Commander's soldiers!"
The words "Grand Commander" reassured the troops and boosted their morale.
Zhao Muyun's prestige in the army was almost mythical.
"On your marks!" Lin Feng waved.
Three thousand reserve troops were dispersed throughout the interior of the pass.
Lin Feng climbed back onto the wall, by which time Li Hu's army had already formed ranks.
Outside the pass, Li Hu rode a black horse, clad in golden armor, gazing at Longmen Pass with a face full of hatred.
"Lin Feng, you will pay for the humiliation of a year ago!"
"This time, I'm going to cut off your head myself and make it into a wine jug!"
Immediately, his eyes turned cold, and he turned to his deputy and said:
"Order: 10,000 vanguard troops, attack the city immediately. I will have lunch on the gate tower before noon."
"Yes, sir!"
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