"Send the order to order the soldiers to build a pot and make rice, and to nourish their spirits," Zhang Ren said seriously.

"Zhang Ren, what are you going to do? There is a 100,000 enemy army below to attack the city! We are leaving, isn't this......" Chen Dao saw Zhang Ren's self-deprecating look and said with his eyebrows.

Zhang Ren pressed the city wall, his eyes covered with blood, his hair looked messy, and he stared at the front: "I can't bear it anymore, there is no need to endure it anymore, either go out and fight Wang Jian to the death. Even if I die in the battle, I will die without regrets!"

"Bang!" As soon as Zhang Ren finished speaking, Chen Dao punched him and snorted coldly: "No... If Jiange is lost, we will die without a burial place! Chengdu is not dangerous to defend!"

"What should I do? Tell me!" Zhang Ren's eyes were confused. The war was so hard that he could not bear it anymore.

"There is no way! You can only defend the enemy and wait for the fighter plane. If you can go down and rest first, I'm here!" Chen Dao said calmly.

Wang Jian, who was under the city, held a sword in his hand, stared at the front with bright eyes, pulled out the sword he was carrying, shouting: Soldiers! We have been fighting for nearly seven days. You must have been very tired in these seven days, but the enemy is also human, they are tired, and they are even more tired than you. I! Wang Jian swore here today that he will never retreat until he breaks the city!"

"Swish......did!" Wang Jian pulled out the sword in his arms and stood here. The sword body made a slight sound of sword. Wang Jian stared at the front with a pair of tiger eyes and snorted coldly: "Anyone who retreated to this sword! Slash!"

"Brothers, follow me! Go!" Wang Yanzhang took a shield and put it on his head. He held his iron spear and Cui Ma rushed into the formation.

"kill!"

Chen Dao narrowed his eyes, took three cold arrows with one hand, and shot Wang Yanzhang to kill him.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!" These three swords honestly shot Wang Yanzhang's shield.

When Wang Yanzhang saw it, his face changed and he shouted: "Come on!"

"Wang, where is Heng?" Wang Jian said with a serious expression.

"The last general is here!" Two Yuan Tiger Generals walked out, with a pair of tiger eyes bright and energetic. Both of them were covered with bronze armor, holding a spear in their hands. The only difference between them was that one was a little taller and the other was a little fatter.

"You two, one of you, with five thousand archers, suppressed the archers on the city wall, and the other transported the siege carts over! Knock the city, I will fight to make a decision today!" Wang Jian was full of energy, and the war horse under him breathed out white air, giving people a kind of tiger coming out of the mountain.

"Get orders!" The two Yuan generals led the troops and came forward to help Wang Yanzhang with his strength.

In Wang Jian's camp, two generals were idle and could only cook wine and chat in their own battle. Their faces looked dark, and there were several feathers on their heads, tied on their heads.

The two were Meng Kang and Meng Haigong who were transferred by Wang Jian and Ying Dang.

Meng Kang opened his thug, tore off a piece of meat, opened his big mouth and bit it away, with a sense of hostility in the corner of his eyes: "What is this Wang Jian? He actually wants you and my brother to guard the gate for him. I can't stand the bird's aura!"

Compared with Meng Haigong, Meng Haigong could hold on. He just ate meat and didn't speak much. If he carefully observed, this guy was thinking about something and did not listen to Meng Kang's words seriously.

"I want me to say it! We should.........!"

"The general is not good! Hundreds of cavalrymen are coming to us outside the city. What should we do?" A soldier hurried over, his face pale, and his body is still covered in blood.

"How many people?" Meng Kang was stunned when he heard this. Is this kid here to joke?

"Hundreds of Riders..."

"Go to your mother!" Meng Kang heard this and lost his temper. He smashed the bone in his hand directly at him. He slapped him several times, and said with a grim face: "Tell me how many people...!"

"I...I...!" The soldier was beaten to the point of losing direction and didn't know what to say.

"Okay, Meng Kang! Let's take a look! After Meng Haigong finished speaking, he picked up the sword in his hand and walked out of the account. He saw the cavalry breaking through the formation at a glance.

"Everyone comes with me... I'm here to see, that guy is brave enough to eat the bear heart." Meng Kang took his axe with one hand, got on the war horse and went to kill him.

Meng Haigong stood behind, touched his beard, and said half-sleevedly: "Where is Ling Jing!"

"What are the instructions of the lord?" A civil servant appeared behind Meng Haigong, but he was wearing a small soldier uniform and came to Meng Haigong's side.

"Which soldier is this!"

"The mountains come from the fields, and there is no way to know!"

"Who is here? Let's sign up!" Meng Kang gathered a total of 1,000 people and came with an axe.

The general in charge was wearing silver armor, holding a silver spear, and riding a white horse. He was like a young man and a white horse general.

"I am Zhao Zilong, Changshan! Zhao Yun is so!" The cold spear in Zhao Yun's hand exudes a chill under the sun. In addition to this cold weather, Zhao Yun's eyes were like a cold knife, making people stand up in a cold state.

"Zhao Yun! I haven't heard of it, but you are looking for death today, so I can't blame me for coming! Kill me!" Meng Kang said that and brought the axe to kill him.

Although the thirteen generals of Jingyun are a general term for the thirteen people, few are famous. The most famous of the few people is Guan Yu, the big sword! The silver halberd, the death god Fei Lian, the two-legged Li Cunxiao, and the young general Shi Jianyan has just become famous Zhao Hu, and the remaining ones are Zhao Yun and the others. Their fame has been blocked by them, but it doesn’t matter now.

Zhao Yun smiled randomly, with a silver spear in his hand, and sneered: "Well, today the cold spear hits the Jiuzhou, everyone knows my name, 开公司!"

"kill!"

"Eat my axe!" Meng Kang didn't know how to fight Zhao Yun at first sight.

"Die!" Zhao Yun's finger's spear changed, and the lion pounced on the rabbit with all his strength. The gentian silver spear on his finger was replaced by seven-point silver spear, and it enveloped Meng Kang.

Meng Kang was shocked when he saw it. There was no place for the axe in his hand. Zhao Yun had several afterimages in this move. He couldn't take it for a while and seemed to be in a hurry.

"Die!"

A little cold spear was a little, and blood was like a spring. Just one shot was the result of Meng Kang. Are there many famous generals around?

Huang Zhong pulled up his dragon and phoenix tongue coating bow from behind, and shot five arrows in one move, piercing the throats of several soldiers. When he saw Zhao Yun, he couldn't help but be overjoyed: "General Zhao is indeed a good skill, I admire him! Hahahahaha."

"Care with me!"

Meng Haigong jumped with his eyebrows: "How many people are there in this army!"

"forty thousand!"

"Transfer to my order, and shoot all the arrows at once!"
Chapter completed!