Today's battle entered a white-hot stage from the moment it started.
The more than 200,000 troops under Ashilan seemed to have shown the bravery of their ancestors, and they were not afraid of life or death.
However, what they thought about was not the feelings of family and country, but the women and wealth in Longcheng.
For them, the greatest pleasure in life is to capture a city, plunder the city’s wealth, and ravage those powerless women.
In recent days, not only Ashilan and the other five princes noticed them, but Zhu'er and Han Zhao in the city, and tens of thousands of Yuan soldiers also saw them.
Those people who had lived on the grassland all their lives had never seen such a beautiful woman.
They all have the same idea as Ashilan.
That is to capture Zhu'er and Han Zhao in the city alive, and then torture them for several hours every day in a dim room.
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On the other side, Yang Xiao's team was rushing back to defend Longcheng.
After several days of flying, Yang Xiao's vanguard troops had arrived a hundred miles away from Longcheng.
The vanguard was a cavalry of 5,000 men.
These 5,000 cavalrymen were hard-earned. Yang Xiao had no cavalrymen when he went on the expedition. These 5,000 war horses were all captured by Yang Xiao along the way.
At this time, this cavalry became Yang Xiao's trump card.
Yang Xiao led 5,000 cavalrymen in the front, and the remaining 55,000 infantrymen followed behind.
As long as his team is fast enough, they can definitely resolve the crisis in Longcheng.
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They galloped all the way at lightning speed. When Yang Xiao's cavalry was about a hundred miles away from Longcheng, his spies who had been reserved near Longcheng appeared in front of him again.
"Report to the general, Aslan is fighting desperately to attack the city today. Judging from the situation, he is determined to capture Longcheng today. Longcheng is in crisis, so please act quickly, general."
Yang Xiao was horrified and shouted to the team behind him: "Soldiers, Longcheng is in danger. Even if you die in battle today, even if your horses' legs are broken, you must get there before dark."
"The world is within our reach. Soldiers, don't bring shame to our leader. Charge."
Following Yang Xiao's loud shout, his five thousand cavalrymen once again sped up their march.
The formation, the baggage, none of these things matter anymore.
In Yang Xiao's mind, regardless of whether Longcheng's strategic position is important or not, just because there are Zhang Wuji's two women there, he must risk his life to rescue them.
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Dragon City.
No one knows how long this battle has lasted.
Both the attackers and defenders had forgotten the passage of time, and the eyes of all the Mingjiao soldiers had turned blood red.
Countless people died tragically on the city walls.
Aslan was even more desperate, regardless of the cost. Just as he thought, even if another 50,000 people died today, he must take this city.
On the top of the city wall, Zhu'er and Han Zhao were already blood-thirsty.
At this moment, Zhu'er was already feeling a little regretful. She regretted that her cultivation was not high enough and that she had been coveting the pleasures of those little women.
She thought to herself, "Even if I could have half of Zhou Zhiruo's ability, I could kill more enemies today."
The enemy's blood had dyed Zhu'er's skirt red, and the same was true for Han Zhao beside her.
Blood dripped from their long skirts to their feet.
The beautiful embroidered shoes were also dyed bright red.
The Mingjiao soldiers defending the city were almost exhausted, but there was still a big difference between them and the Yuan soldiers.
Because the Ming Cult soldiers still have righteousness in their hearts.
Each of them knew the courage on his shoulders, just as Zhang Wuji always told them.
"No one is born a slave, and no one is born an inferior. The Mongols have scimitars for slaughter in their hands, but you do not hold branches in your hands."
"If you want to overthrow the Mongolian tyranny, you will never have to rely on others, but on yourselves."
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It was almost dusk, and the afterglow of the setting sun was already a fiery red, and it was even more eye-catching when it shone on the ground that was already stained red with blood.
After several hours of fierce fighting, the soldiers under Ashilan continued to attack, and at this moment, they finally took the absolute initiative.
Countless Yuan troops have already attacked the city walls.
Ashilan was overjoyed. In this war fought at all costs, he was finally about to reap the fruits of victory.
Inside Dragon City, all the Ming Cult soldiers knew that the top of the city was their last line of defense.
If they cannot defend the city, they will have no chance of turning the tables. If Ashilan's army of more than 200,000 soldiers breaks into the city, they will really become fish on the chopping board.
The Mongols have always had a tradition of massacring cities. If that time comes, everything will be over.
At this moment, facing the endless stream of Yuan soldiers pouring onto the city walls, even Zhu'er, who was usually heartless, felt a hint of despair.
She and Han Zhao looked at each other. Even though she was in despair at the moment, she still forced a smile.
"Ms. Han, I'm afraid we won't survive this day. Do you have any regrets in this life?"
Han Zhaoyan said: "I, I have no regrets anymore. I was originally a maid. I am already very content to be Zhang Wuji's woman. If I have to say something regretful, it may be that I couldn't leave him a child."
Zhu'er also quickly said: "Yes, this is also the biggest regret of my life. Now it's not a pity for you and me to die. Now, I just hope that brother Wuji will not be sad for us for too long."
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