It's the sunset again.

The sunset is everywhere, and birds are flying across the sky, leaving a faint shadow.

The battlefield under the sky was in a mess, with smoke rising and blood piping, condensed into blood-colored red clouds in the air, which lasted for a long time, and was in harmony with the orange-red sunset, which was very dazzling.

The trenches in the middle of the camp were covered with blood and there was no familiar shadow. On the narrow battlefield, looking around, the only corpses and broken soldiers were captured in their eyes.

The horses were smashed to pieces, and the exquisite three-bow, eight-ox bed, crossbow and catapult were destroyed. They were no longer able to operate and were abandoned alone on the battlefield without anyone's interest.

The arrow tower was either cut down directly or there were still wisps of blue smoke. The dense arrows were inserted all over the ground, and there was almost no gap of open space.

Occasionally, one or two survivors were soaked in the plasma and moaned weakly, waiting in despair to the arrival of death.

The afternoon battle beat both sides exhausted.

Another 40,000 to 50,000 soldiers completely fell here, sacrificed heroically, and bid farewell to youth and passion.

The entire battlefield was like a huge slaughterhouse. The butcher was neither other than the soldiers on both sides. While they tried their best to kill the enemy, they also became prey on the other party's chopping board.

"Fortunately, I finally won!"

The Allied commander looked at the messy battlefield and quietly breathed a sigh of relief. After making great sacrifices, the Allied forces finally defeated the enemy's guards and completely took down the second line of defense.

The tenacity of the Third Legion exceeded the commander's imagination.

"What kind of enemies are these?! They are not afraid of death and are capable of fighting. They are actually an iron army!"

In this battle, the Second Division of the Third Legion and the Third Division were killed 30% of the troops, and nearly 8,000 soldiers fell. If it were not for the cover of the trenches, the number of casualties would have to be increased by at least 20%.

At the last moment, Fan Lihua ordered the two masters to give up their positions and retreat to the second wooden wall.

For the Third Legion, they have no way out.

The only way to hold on to the second wooden wall and survive the last period of the most difficult time.

As long as you keep it, it will be the greatest victory.

In order to achieve this strategic goal, no matter how great the sacrifice is, it is worth it.

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"Send the order and continue the attack!"

The Allied Commander looked up at the sky. Although the sunset was already dense in the sky, the sky had not yet darkened.

The task assigned to him by the lords was not to capture the second line of defense of the enemy camp, but to capture the entire camp. Therefore, the Allies must take advantage of the last little time to break through the second wooden wall.

"Victory is right in front of you!"

The commander muttered to himself as if he wanted to strengthen his confidence.

The horn of war sounded again.

The exhausted Allied soldiers climbed up from the ground one by one, like a corpse.

When the war came to an end, the extremely tired Allied soldiers no longer had any scruples and lay directly in the pile of corpses and fell to the ground to rest.

For experienced veterans, taking the time to recover a little more physical strength will make them more guaranteed to survive. Compared with survival, what is the sea of ​​corpses and blood?

Now they have no time to pay attention to this.

Even the most vulnerable warriors are already accustomed to the smell of blood on the battlefield.

The soldiers got up from the "cemetery" like zombies, clasped the weapons in their hands again, and the horn sounded, and blood-devouring light burst out in their eyes.

"kill!"

Haohao Allied forces rushed to the front again.

In order to take down the second wooden wall, the Allied commanders took great pains.

Outside the battlefield, there was a reserve force of 30,000 people. He did not enter the battlefield from beginning to end and kept his energy all day.

At the critical moment, the commander did not hesitate to put this reserve force on the battlefield in order to launch the most deadly attack on the enemy camp.

As soon as the war began, the 30,000 new troops were charging forward, trying to fight for the third defense of the camp with plenty of energy.

Unfortunately, the Allied forces faced the famous general Fan Lihua, a general who was several times more skilled than the Allied commander.

"In any war, reserve troops must be left, even a team of thousands of people. Mastering and using reserve troops in a timely manner is of great significance to seizing the initiative in combat and achieving victory in combat."

How could Fan Lihua not understand this simple truth that even the commander of the Allied Army understands?

The first person China proposed to think about the reserve team was Sun Bin, the commander of the Tiger Ben Army.

Sun Tzu said: "Use three points of the formation, and the guidance has a front, and the guidance has a rear, all serve the orders and move. Fight one, guard two. Invade the enemy with one, and take two. Encourage the enemy with two. The enemy is weak and reconciled, first choose the soldiers to ride them. The enemy is strong and governs, first the soldiers below to lure them."

What it means is to allocate the army reasonably and not to rush into all the army.

In the afternoon's fight, even at the most tragic time, Fan Lihua did not arrange for the Fourth Division, which was stationed on the second wooden wall, to come forward to help, with the purpose of guarding against the Allied raids.

Facts have proved that Fan Lihua's choice was very wise.

The soldiers of the Fourth Division watched helplessly as the brothers of the First Division died one by one in the morning, and in the afternoon they witnessed the bloody battle between the Second Division and the Third Division.

The soldiers had already been holding back their energy, and now it was finally their turn to go to the battlefield. They said to the retreating soldiers of the three masters: "Brother, we have the next position left!"

"Please!"

The brief dialogue reflects the invincible military spirit of the Shanhaicheng army.

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The last battle before nightfall slowly began.

This battle will not only determine the fate of both sides of the war, but also determine the fate of the entire [Lingnan City-State] and even the entire southern Xinjiang pattern will be changed due to this battle.

Rows of torches lit up at the head of Baishi City, illuminating the front of the city.

Lord Ruan Ping and other lords did not leave the city tower all day, and watched the progress of the war uneasy.

"Can we still win?" Some lords began to shake.

The Fan Lihua Legion in front of me is simply a monster with an immortal body.

Before the war, no one could imagine that the enemy army would block a total of 250,000 troops from the plains with just a temporary camp, and they would be unable to move.

If you say it out, no one believes it.

But the bloody facts were just in front of them, and they couldn't help but believe them.

Therefore, the lords did not express confidence that the Allies could conquer the last line of defense, at least not today. Seeing that the night was coming, the time left for the Allies was less than two hours.

"It's hard!"

The lords' eyes began to flash.

Some originally firm lords are already secretly planning a retreat in their hearts.

Ruan Ping noticed that five or six lords standing at the top of the city had unknowingly left. Some lords saw that their troops were crippled on the battlefield and were no longer willing to stay, so they left through the back mountain path in advance.

Some lords are purely cowardly and do not expect any expectations for this battle. They take their personal guards away in advance. After all, the path is just a path, and the road is difficult. If everyone leaves in a hurry, they really don’t know what kind of random thoughts will happen. Instead of doing this, it’s better to leave early, at least you don’t have to queue up.

And the earlier they leave, the more calmly they will be able to clean up the fines and softness when they return to their territory.

The lords who were still at the city were the "down-and-out people" whose territory had long been under the iron hoof of the army in Shanhai City.

This type of lord is the most tragic. They can't even realize their desire to be a rich man in the royal city. The only bargaining chip in their hands is the army outside the city.

As for the poor worm who even lost the army, he had already committed suicide.

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Just as the lords were in a state of mind, a rumbling sound suddenly came from the distant horizon.

Looking up, I saw a vast army, boundless. Under the afterglow of the sunset, with its stern military appearance and invincible momentum, we quickly and firmly towards Baishi City.

The huge golden dragon flag is dazzling.

"It's the army of Shanhai City!" The lord recognized it at a glance.

The vanguard troops of Shi Wansui's army finally arrived at Baishi City at the designated time.

"It's over!"

A lord closed his eyes and couldn't bear to witness the next tragic situation.

More lords left the city tower without saying a word, disappeared without a trace.

A Fan Lihua Legion made the Allies suffer, and with a Shi Wansui Legion, the Allies did not have a chance to break through.

It can be imagined that there will be more legions to converge to Baishi City next.

It doesn't make any sense to stay any longer, and the lords don't want this to leave behind to bring shame to others.

Leaving is the best choice.

If you don't leave, you may not be able to leave even if you want to.

For a moment, before Shi Wansui's army arrived at the front line, the huge city tower suddenly became empty. Not only the lords, but also their personal guards left.

In the end, Ruan Ping was the only one left in the entire city tower, standing alone, with a pale face.

Ruan Ping didn't want to leave. He had been a deserter in the Battle of Zhaoqing and would no longer be a second deserter in front of Shanhai City. That was his last little dignity.
To be continued...