Chapter 218

Tang Yin didn't mean anything else by saying this, he just admired her medical skills and wanted her to be his own doctor. Su Yelei also did not misunderstand his words. She pondered for a moment and said, "I still want to stay at home and take care of my father."

Hearing this, he sighed quietly and said softly: "What is the future of staying in the small Jinhua City to practice medicine? If you want to take care of your father, you can also join the army to treat those who have shed blood and sweat for the great cause of Fengguo." Patriot of the Feng Kingdom!" As he spoke, he tied up his clothes, put on his armor again, stood up, and walked towards the door of the tower with his two swords in hand.

Su Yelei was startled and hurriedly grabbed Tang Yin's arm and asked, "Master Tang, do you want to fight again?"

Now she was 100% sure that Tang Yin was not a head coach who was greedy for life and afraid of death, and she became more concerned about him. "You are injured now. You cannot continue to fight. Otherwise, the wound will worsen and you will bleed excessively, and even the gods will not be able to save you..."

Before she could finish her words, Tang Yin shrugged, interrupted her, and said, "I've also suffered injuries ten and a hundred times heavier than this. Don't worry, I won't die that easily!"

With that said, he shook off her hand and walked to the door of the tower.

A fierce battle is taking place here. Although the Feng soldiers set up their shields, the Ning soldiers who came over to attack them rushed up to them like crazy. Their helmets and armor hit the shields with a thud. More than 20 Feng soldiers held up their shields. He was also dizzy and shaky from the impact.

Tang Yin observed the situation on the field, put away his swords, and quickly picked up a spear from the ground. When another Ning soldier rushed over with a roar, he held the spear with both hands and stabbed it out fiercely.

Whoosh!

The spear was thrust out from the gap in the shield. It came suddenly, and the Ning soldier was unprepared and bumped into the tip of the spear.

There was only a sound of pounce, and the spearhead penetrated deeply into his neck. Without even making a sound, the Ning soldier fell to the spot and died.

Tang Yin didn't hesitate and immediately put away his spear. When Ning Bing rushed over again, he stabbed out with another spear and knocked the opponent to the ground. There were twenty wind troops holding up shields to block the enemy. From behind, Tang Yin only had to seize the opportunity to attack without thinking about defense, which saved him a lot of energy.

Not long after, more than 20 Ning soldiers who rushed towards him died miserably under his spear. As a result, Ning Bing also learned to be smart and no longer blindly charged into the enemy, but instead hired halberd bearers. , instead of facing the thorn.

The battle continued endlessly, but Zhan Wudi could no longer hold on.

Tang Yin's clones and Shangguan Yuanrang's cooperation was extremely tacit. One was constantly suppressing him with spiritual martial arts skills in front of him, and the other was sometimes beside him and sometimes appeared behind him. He struck hard when he was cold, with strange moves and strange speed. Fast, and what's even worse is that the clone's hand knife is still covered with dark fire, and even Zhan Invincible doesn't dare to get close to it.

Under the attack of the shadow clone and Shangguan Yuanrang, Zhan Wudi had no choice but to retreat from the city wall in order to protect himself. As soon as he retreated, the surrounding Ning soldiers were also in chaos, and the chaotic situation soon spread to the entire Ning soldiers. camp. Zhan Wudi, who was knocked down from the city wall, bent over and panted tiredly. How could he not be tired from the beatings from early morning to now?

He had never encountered such a tenacious opponent since he joined the army, and while he was angry, he also felt a hint of admiration in his heart. He raised his eyes to look at the melee on the top of the city, then looked at the sky, and shook his head secretly. It seemed that today's battle would probably end without an attack. When he was considering whether to fight back to the city, Zhan Wushuang's messenger arrived and ordered him to withdraw his troops immediately and fight another day.

After receiving the order from his elder brother, Zhan Wudi sighed, conveyed the military order, and the entire army retreated to the base camp.

The Ning army's retreat again was much stronger than the hasty retreat last time. The Ning army on the city wall retreated in batches in an orderly and orderly manner, with some guarding and others standing behind, not giving the Feng army a chance to counterattack. At this time, the Feng Army was unable to fight back against the enemy. Not even 40% of the 20,000 Feng Army survived. Everyone was injured, and everyone was foaming at the foam from exhaustion.

As soon as the Ning army withdrew, the Feng army were like deflated rubber balls. They could no longer stand. They threw away their weapons and collapsed on the city wall. Looking up, the city wall was covered with people. Shi couldn't tell which ones were corpses and which ones were living people. The surviving soldiers were even worse than the corpses. The blood all over them looked more like corpses than corpses.

Ning Jun finally retreated, Tang Yin took back the shadow clone, and the dark aura returned to his body. The wounds on his body healed without treatment and healed as before. Because of the Dark Fire, the spiritual energy he returned was even more abundant than when he released the shadow clone, but his physical strength could not be replenished by the Dark Fire. Even though he no longer took action at this time, sweat still flowed out from time to time.

He held up his shaky body, commanded the soldiers, and bandaged each other's wounds. Not to mention that a number of military doctors had been killed by the Ning army. Even if they were all still there, they would not be able to treat the more than 8,000 wounded soldiers. Now the soldiers could only save themselves. Fortunately, there are enough medicines in the city, and people's wounds can be treated with medicine in time to prevent them from getting worse.

Tang Yin understood that these 8,000 soldiers could not be put into battle in a short period of time, and it was not certain whether the enemy would continue to attack Beicheng tomorrow. For the sake of safety, he dispersed the 8,000 soldiers and assigned them to the other three sides. More than 3,000 people were mobilized from the other three sides, making up 10,000 to garrison the North City.

After the battle, the battlefield still needs to be cleaned up, and personnel from both sides are picking up the bodies.

A large number of slaves in civilian clothes poured out of the Ning Army's camp. They walked to the battlefield and at the foot of the city wall, loaded the bodies of the Ning Army's fallen soldiers into vehicles, and brought them back to their own camp. The same was true for the Feng Army, but the ones collecting the corpses were not slaves. It was the people of Jinhua City who came out to help. Almost all of them shed tears as they separated the bodies of their own soldiers and those of Ning's soldiers. The former were carried back into the city, while the latter were thrown directly outside the city to be handled by Ning's army's corpse collection team.

Until this time, the personnel on both sides were very close to each other but could live in peace. Each was busy with his own business. No one spoke or talked. The battlefield was extremely quiet, except for the clatter of corpses being moved.

After the First World War, the Feng Army suffered more than 10,000 casualties. Adding in the thousands lost the day before yesterday, the number of troops was reduced to nearly 20,000, leaving only more than 30,000.

We don't know how long the battle will last, and the corpses cannot be stored in the city for a long time. In order to prevent the corpses from rotting and evolving into a plague, they can only pile them up, pour kerosene on them, set up firewood, and incinerate them on the spot.

When the corpses were burned, almost all the soldiers of the Feng Army came. Seeing their former comrades gradually reduced to ashes in the sea of ​​​​fire, the soldiers of the Feng Army all shed tears and sobbed, and low sobs could be heard from the field.

Gradually, the people in the city all walked out of their homes in unison, and came to the square where the corpses were cremated in small groups, gathering around and watching.

"When the country is in trouble, I will go to war; I will wrap my body in horse leather to strengthen my majesty!"

Someone in the Feng Army crowd was the first to sing the Feng Kingdom's military song. Soon, the song infected everyone present. Whether they were soldiers or civilians, generals or ordinary soldiers, they all sang along. The scene, the low wind song seems more and more tragic.

Since the founding of the country, the Feng Kingdom has never been far away from war. These short sixteen words were originally written by the blood and tears of countless Feng people's ancestors, inspiring generations of Feng people to fight bloody battles on the battlefield, even if Ordinary people are also very familiar with the military songs of the Feng Kingdom and can relate to them.

This is the foundation of a country. The king can be replaced, the name of the country can be changed, and the country can even be destroyed, but its foundation is difficult to shake.

The singing was low and solemn at first, and as people gradually joined in the chorus, the singing began to become more exciting and high-pitched. In the end, most of the people's singing was shouted out.

"Sir, I am willing to join the army!"

A young man in his early twenties among the common people suddenly squeezed out of the crowd, looked at Tang Yin who was standing in the center of the Feng Army, and shouted loudly.

As he took the lead, more and more young and middle-aged people among the people came out and shouted: "I am also willing to join the army! Eradicate the traitors and restore me to the great wind!"

No one deliberately instigated it. The people stood up spontaneously and expressed their willingness to join the army and fight against the Ning army.

When Tang Yin heard this, his body trembled, he turned around, looked around at these enthusiastic young people in Jinhua City, and felt something in his heart.

He took a deep breath, forced a smile, shook his head, and said: "I am very grateful to you brothers, but the battlefield is not a child's play, and you may die at any time..."

Before he could finish his words, the young man who took the lead in standing up loudly replied: "I'm not afraid of death! As long as I can trade one life with Ning Bing, it's worth it!"

"Yes! Sir, we are not afraid of death! What's more, if Ning Jun is allowed to enter the city, we and our families will not survive!" This is true. In this era, massacre of the city is very common. Ning Jun has done it , Feng Jun did the same thing.

This... Tang Yin lowered his head and said nothing. These young people have not been trained and have not participated in actual combat. Once they are on the battlefield, will they be useful? Failure to do so will not only increase casualties, but also drag down one's own soldiers.

The matter was so important that Tang Yin was a little hesitant.

At this time, Shen Zhichen walked to Tang Yin and whispered: "Sir, don't hesitate. Our army is currently very short of troops. Incorporating these common people into the army can supplement our army's establishment. If they go to the battlefield, they will also have Even if the veterans from each corps can't help much, it won't reduce our army's combat effectiveness!"

Although Tang Yin disagreed with Shen Zhichen's remarks, he really had no other choice now. After all, it was a fact that manpower was tight.

He clenched his fists, shook his head, nodded and said, "Okay! You can join the army, but I don't have any extra armor or weapons for you. I only have these!" As he spoke, he pointed. Next to the fire were piles of broken armor and weapons stained with blood. He added: "You can only wear these armors and use these weapons. Although most of them are damaged, they are mine." The officers and soldiers march forward bravely and fight bloody battles. I hope you will not insult them and be more worthy of the heroic spirit of their previous master!"