The battlefield where Wang Dazhao is located is only one-third of the entire battlefield.

The three places in the South City, the East City and the North City faced high-intensity attacks by the Liao army at the same time, and the East City faced the greatest pressure, so Wu Dianshan came to the East City in person to guard.

The situation here is much more severe than that in Nancheng.

After repelling the Liao army attacking the city wall for the sixth time, Wu Dianshan, who had personally joined the battle, sat directly on the ground with his knife in his hand, gasping for breath.

Sweat mixed with blood slid from the cheek to the chin, and then dripped from the chin into the armor.

The wound was soaked in the armor that had been soaked, and the sweat was even more painful, but Wu Dianshan seemed to have not felt it.

He took a breath, and while the Liao army was resting, he turned his head to look at the soldiers around him. Seeing that although most of the young men under him were wounds and fatigue, he still gritted his teeth and carried supplies in an orderly manner.

And I finally felt more at ease when I carried my comrades seriously injured and lost their combat effectiveness to treat them.

Fortunately, although the battle is extremely difficult, the morale is still there.

"General!"

A shout shifted Wu Duanshan's attraction to the logistics officer who spoke.

Wu Dianshan frowned.

Now he is overwhelmed when he sees the logistics people.

Nothing else, as soon as these people appear in front of them, they will definitely be bad news, and there is no other possibility.

Sure enough, the officer said: "General, our supplies are almost exhausted, especially rolling stones and logs. If this continues, it will be too late for one or two days to run out of ammunition and food."

"Three or four waves of people have come from the south city, asking for material support. My subordinates really can't refuse and forced some to squeeze out some, but the east city will inevitably be affected... General, next time, I have to

Save some use.”

Wu Dianshan smiled so much that he pointed out outside the city wall and said, "Save it to me? What's the use of telling me? If you have the ability, tell the Liao army that they can organize fewer attacks, so that they can save money.

It's down."

The logistics officer was frowning. Although he was full of grievances, he did not dare to contradict him. He could only lower his head and said with a tough bullet: "General, if the support from the court does not come, our supplies will really not be enough."

Although Wu Dianshan was angry, he knew that in the past half month, he had really made things difficult for these logistics officers.

Although there are a large amount of war preparation materials stored in the Crescent Pass all year round, such as rolling stones, logs, tung oil, etc., they can be described as piled up like mountains on weekdays.

But no matter how rich his family is, he cannot stop the attack of the 600,000 Liao army from day to night.

After half a month of high-intensity battle, Wu Dianshan himself couldn't count how many times the Liao army had come and how many people died.

He only knew that in the past half month, nearly 40,000 soldiers in the Crescent Pass died, and 20,000 were seriously injured. The loss of such combat effectiveness was already close to 40%.

As for supplies, I was in a hurry a few days ago.

This is really not the fault of the logistics officer. After all, no one expected that the Liao army's attack would come so fiercely and suddenly.

"What do you say about the Grand Marshal?" Wu Dianshan stood up and asked.

The logistics officer was about to speak when a messenger rushed over.

"General, the general, the general sent an order to let the general go back immediately."

Wu Dianshan frowned. The Liao army could continue to attack at any time. At this critical moment, how could he leave?

But the next sentence from the messenger made him excited.
Chapter completed!