Because the bandits did not weaken their offensive even though one general was killed and the other was injured.
His battle is not over yet.
Min Zimo took a deep breath, suppressed his surging blood and energy, and charged forward with his spear again.
Wherever bandits climbed up the city walls, wherever the defenders' lines were about to collapse, there he would appear.
Wherever the spear went, blood and flesh flew everywhere.
It was not until dark that the sound of retreating troops was finally heard outside the city.
The enemy seemed to have just come to their senses, their faces filled with fear, and they retreated like a tide.
On the city wall, the surviving defenders collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.
Soon, the militiamen, carrying rolling logs, stones, and medicine, staggered up the city wall and began to clear the bodies and treat the wounded.
Fuman took advantage of this gap and limped over.
There was a bloody bandage wrapped around his head, his face was as yellow as paper, and his lips were trembling.
"Minister..." His voice was hoarse and filled with tears, "Did you really send your letter? Why hasn't the queen come yet?"
Min Zimo did not answer.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at the huge earthen platform two miles north of the city, which had been piled higher and higher over the past eight days.
Also, on the eve of the siege, there was the strange celestial phenomenon of the stars moving and shifting.
An ominous premonition grew stronger in his heart.
Fu Man, who was standing next to him, saw Min Zimo remain silent, and the last trace of color on his face faded away.
He seemed to have no strength left and collapsed on the steps with a thud, his eyes empty and he was mumbling to himself.
"It's over... It's all over... I can't get out... I'm going to die here..."
Min Zimo ignored him.
He withdrew his gaze from the distant earthen platform and slowly swept across the purgatory-like city wall.
The tattered flag fluttered weakly in the bleak wind.
The air was filled with the thick smell of blood and burnt food.
The wounded soldiers groaned in pain.
The militiamen numbly lifted up the mutilated corpses and threw them off the city wall.
Just a few steps away from him, a young soldier was leaning against the parapet, holding a broken spear tightly in his arms, his body already cold.
......
Min Zimo slowly closed his eyes, cleared his mind of all distractions, seized this brief opportunity to catch his breath, and silently regulated his breathing to restore his almost exhausted energy and blood.
I hope Miss Jiang can arrive soon.
With the current casualties in Fengzhou, I'm afraid if the bandits attack again, the city will be broken...
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