Chapter 1121 Unite as one

The real Japanese Miyamoto Taro is just a microcosm on the city wall. As the young and strong people in the city become more and more proficient in the simplified version of the mandarin duck formation, the number of Japanese pirates with a small number is more and more obvious. Common people, but one plus one is greater than two, and the power of an organization is more suitable for war than individual bravery.

Although the decline of the Japanese pirates is becoming more and more obvious, the Japanese pirates are backed by the siege ladder, and new troops continue to join them, and they are still rushing to kill without fear of death.

Fighting is the main theme of the city wall, and blood and death are frequent visitors to the city wall. A few vultures are circling in the sky, waiting for a feast.

Time slowly passed, and the balance of the war also slowly tilted towards the defenders, little by little, little by little...

finally!

After fighting for more than an hour, the balance of the war completely fell to the defenders, and there was no longer a Japanese pirate standing on the city wall! The Japanese pirates were completely driven off the city wall, and the Japanese pirates' second wave of siege failed.

"Hold it!"

"We held it!"

The young and strong people in the city leaned on their weapons, their legs plopped, and they knelt in the blood, their faces turned to the sky, crying and cheering.

This is a victory that can only be cried out, not laughed out.

Miserable victory!

The Japanese pirates left more than 500 corpses in this wave of siege, and more than 400 young and strong people in the city also died. .

Looking around, the city wall is already devastated, with broken scales, blood flowing into rivers, and corpses lying across the field...

"Stone, close your eyes, we are holding on."

A young and strong citizen knelt on the ground, crying and stretching out his hand to brush the eyelids of his friend who died in battle, helping him close his eyes. Beside him, his friend's body was already cold, and his body was covered with scars. A feathered arrow tail at the throat was facing the sky, and he was holding a war knife that was cut and rolled tightly in his hand. His eyes were glaring, as if he was still fighting.

"Monkey, let go, the Japanese pirates are dead, and the Japanese pirates have been driven out."

There was a young man who wanted to restrain the corpse of a neighbor monkey, but found that the monkey was tightly pinching the neck of a dead Japanese pirate with both hands. Even if the fingers were broken, they couldn't be separated. In order not to hurt the monkey's fingers, the pirate's head was cut off, and then the two were separated.

There are countless scenes like this on the city wall...

"Heroes of Jingnan, go all the way! Immortal!"

Zhu Pingan walked on the city wall, seeing this scene, couldn't help but burst into tears, knelt down on the city wall with a "plop", put his head heavily on the ground, and paid homage to the young man who died in battle on the city wall. The common people, government servants and soldiers.

Seeing the county magistrate kneel down to pay homage to the people who died in battle, everyone on the city wall was deeply moved.

When thinking about fighting again, Zhu Ping'an, the county magistrate, a frail scholar, took the lead and never retreated half a step.

Scholar dies for his confidant.

A strong thought surged into people's minds, such a magistrate is worth entrusting our lives to.

"farewell!"

"Immortality!"

The crowd followed Zhu Ping'an and knelt down to pay homage to those who died on the city wall.

It is late autumn, the weather is extremely hot, it is easy to rot, breeds bacteria and viruses, and it will cause plague if you don't pay attention. The ancient medical technology was limited, and the awareness and level of epidemic prevention were low. If the plague spread, it would cause a large-scale outbreak and unlimited infection, and the consequences would be even more terrible than the Japanese pirates.

Therefore, after the sacrifice and worship, Zhu Ping'an ordered a bamboo forest with beautiful scenery and mountains and rivers in Jingnan County to be requisitioned as the "Jingnan Anti-Japanese Heroes Cemetery", and commanded people to kill the yamen servants who died in the city wall. Soldiers and young people are buried in the cemetery. After the war, the cemetery will be built, and a stele will be erected to record it. It will be recorded in the history of Jingnan for people to admire.

As for the corpses of the Japanese pirates, Zhu Pingan ordered people to cut off their heads in front of the Japanese pirates outside the city, and then separated them and discarded them on piles of firewood for burning. On the one hand, it tempers the courage of the people and makes them see blood; on the other hand, it intimidates the Japanese pirates outside the city. Japanese pirates in the island country believe in Shintoism, and believe that if their heads are beheaded, their souls will not be able to return to their homeland, reincarnate, or ascend to heaven. Even if it is a fake wo, as a native of Daming, it is important to leave a whole body, so that it can be reincarnated in the next life. Not to mention being defeated. In ancient times, only those with deep hatred, serious crimes, and heinous crimes would be defeated. For the Japanese pirates outside the city, this was a nuclear-bomb-level psychological battle, which made them terrified and frightened.

"Hold my letter and ask for a call, no, please ask the doctors in the medical center in the county to bring medicines such as gold sore medicine to come to bandage and treat the injured. All expenses should be recorded under the name of the county government. After the war, I will come to thank you and pay the fee."

Zhu Pingan looked at the wounded one by one on the city wall, bandaged the wounds of the wounded, and comforted everyone to recuperate. The famous government servant insisted on asking the doctor from the hospital to treat the injured.

"Thank you, Xian Zun."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhixian."

The injured people were flattered and moved, and thanked Zhu Pingan one after another.

Zhu Pingan hastily told everyone not to move, lest people get hurt again, appreciated everyone's heroic struggle, thanked everyone for their sacrifices in defending Jingnan County, and comforted everyone to take a good rest.

While Zhu Pingan was watching the wounded, he heard a commotion coming from the steps of the city wall, and when he looked up, he saw hundreds of men, women, and women carrying pots, pans, and hot meals, and carrying baskets of food. Baskets of stones, carrying heavy objects such as door panels, water tanks, house beams, and millstones, and carrying quilts and other objects, broke through the obstacles and walked quickly up the city wall.

"Master Zhixian, the little old man brought all the fathers and villagers to deliver food to everyone. In order to protect us, you fought with the vicious for a whole afternoon, and didn't even drink a sip of water. It hurts in my heart. We are also Jingnan people, and we will live and die with Jingnan, and we also have to do our part to protect Jingnan. The county magistrate, eat quickly, and we will help you defend the city. It is said that it is because There is a shortage of stones and wood, so these Japanese pirates are allowed to climb up the city. We have a lot of door panels, beams, and stones in our house. We can unload these guys and carry them up, and they can defend the city."

The leader was an old man in his seventies, with white hair and wrinkled face, walking up the city wall with a cane, and said to Zhu Pingan and others from a distance.

"Yes, we live and die together with Jingnan, magistrate, we will help you defend the city, you can eat quickly."

The people behind the old man followed suit.

Behind, more and more people rushed to the city wall, and lifted heavy objects such as door panels and stones from their homes to the city wall to help defend the city.

(end of this chapter)