Dream of the Red Chamber: Start by gaining Zhao Yun's martial prowess, and be ennobled in a sin

Five thousand Northern Yuan soldiers, under the command of Toghtoa Bukha, charged toward the remaining Han soldiers at the city gate, splitting into two groups during the charge.

One of the elite soldiers from the Northern Yuan army charged directly towards Zhou Yingyuan and the Han army, roaring as they went to support the vanguard of the Northern Yuan army below the city gate.

The other route involved setting up ladders and rushing down the city walls into the city.

Meanwhile, Zhou Yingyuan, wielding a long spear, charged left and right among the Northern Yuan army, killing dozens of Northern Yuan soldiers.

His Han soldiers, under his command, fought fiercely, their eyes bloodshot, and engaged in a life-or-death struggle with the Northern Yuan army.

In a short while,

Nearly a thousand more corpses of Northern Yuan and Han soldiers lay beneath the South Gate. By this time, the Han army of three thousand had lost more than a thousand men, and the rest were all wounded.

The Han army veteran in his thirties, whose back was embedded with an arrow, had just been stabbed in the left shoulder, stabbed in the left rib, and his leg was a bloody mess with a large chunk of flesh cut off, making him unable to stand steadily.

He was covered in blood from the time he fought his way out of the city gate.

He had already killed five or six more Northern Yuan soldiers, and his body was almost at its limit to hold on until now.

He leaned against the stone wall beside the city gate, using one foot to support his body so as not to fall, and thrust his spear outwards one thrust after another.

A Northern Yuan soldier rushed forward and was stabbed to the ground.

Another one rushed up.

again.

By the time the third Northern Yuan soldier charged forward menacingly, he was completely exhausted.

Upon seeing this, the Northern Yuan soldier slashed directly at the old soldier's neck.

The Han army captain not far away was also surrounded by five or six Northern Yuan soldiers. Seeing this scene, his eyes widened in fury, and he roared:

"Hang in there, Lao Li! I'm coming to save you!"

After the officer finished speaking, he disregarded the spears and scimitars thrusting at him by the Northern Yuan soldiers and desperately broke through their encirclement.

Despite taking a bullet to the back, he ran toward the old soldier leaning against the stone wall of the city gate.

Seeing that the lieutenant, despite being shot, was still coming to his rescue, the old soldier's eyes filled with tears, and he roared:

"I've killed almost ten today, that's enough!"

"Don't worry about me, kill a few more of those damned Northern Yuan Tartars and help General Zhou defend Yulin City!"

After the veteran finished speaking, he gritted his teeth, threw away the spear in his hand, and tilted his body to avoid the blade that the Northern Yuan soldier was slashing at him.

Then he opened his arms and hugged the Northern Yuan soldier tightly.

The Northern Yuan soldier struggled desperately and plunged the knife into the old soldier's body.

One cut, two cuts, three cuts...

The old soldier didn't let go; instead, he held the Northern Yuan soldier and fell to the side.

The direction it fell was towards a half-section of a solid wooden gun barrel that was stuck diagonally in the ground.

The gun barrel pierced through both of their bodies, and even in the moment of death, the old soldier did not let go of the Northern Yuan soldier's arms.

The captain's eyes instantly turned red, and his voice, like that of a lone wolf, howled:

"Old Li!"

Few people know that Lao Li was the veteran who recruited him into the army and even saved his life on the battlefield.

"Today, Yu Shiyong, a captain of the Great Han Dynasty, will die here."

As more and more Northern Yuan troops surrounded them, the captain roared to the sky.

Immediately, wielding a long spear, he charged into the densest part of the Northern Yuan soldiers like a madman, slaughtering them indiscriminately.

Soon, You Shiyong was covered in injuries, and he could no longer lift his left arm.

His face was slashed open, the flesh torn open, making him look like a hideous ghost.

But his gun was still moving, and every shot took the life of a Northern Yuan soldier.

After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea,

The area outside the city gate was piled high with corpses, some of them from the Han army, and others from the Northern Yuan army, layer upon layer, with blood flowing like a river.

The living continued to fight, stepping over corpses, while the dead became cover for their comrades.

The Han army had only about a thousand men left, and they were all fighting desperately, clearly determined to die.

Zhou Yingyuan was at the forefront of the Han army. He had been wounded more than ten times by the Northern Yuan soldiers and was covered in blood, looking like a demon who had come out of hell.

With bloodshot eyes, he charged forward relentlessly, wanting to kill the enemy commander, but layers upon layers of Northern Yuan soldiers blocked his path.

Knowing in his heart that neither he nor Yulin City could escape this fate, he roared in grief and indignation:

"My brothers and I are going to die together today!"

The remaining Han soldiers, their faces filled with grief and determination, also shouted:

"Death together!"

Just when the Han army was in dire straits and the Northern Yuan army was confident of victory,

Outside the south gate, a resounding bugle call suddenly came from the right flank of the Northern Yuan army.

The sound was sharp and clear, carrying for miles, followed by a thunderous thud of hooves.

The ground trembled slightly.

The vibration was not the vibration of thousands of people charging forward, but the vibration of thousands upon thousands of horses' hooves landing simultaneously and in perfect unison.

Dull, powerful, one strike after another, hitting one's heart.

Toghtogbuhua and Bayar suddenly turned their heads to the right. Toghtogbuhua looked astonished and said:

"Why are we hearing bugle calls and the sound of horses' hooves coming from the right flank of the army? Could it be that Han reinforcements have arrived? How did they get here so quickly?"

"They are still far away. Order the right wing to quickly turn around and form ranks to meet the enemy."

As expected of a seasoned general of the Northern Yuan, Toghtoa Bukha reacted immediately, forcibly suppressing his shock and unease, and quickly gave the order.

Tuotuo Buhua's loud shouts managed to bring the Northern Yuan soldiers, who had been stunned by the bugle calls, back to their senses.

Under the command of their respective commanders, they turned their horses around and lined up in the direction from which the bugle call came.

At this moment, Zhou Yingyuan, You Shiyong, and other Han soldiers also heard the sound of Han army horns and galloping hooves coming from the right side of the Northern Yuan army formation.

The remaining thousand soldiers defending Yulin were already prepared to fight the Northern Yuan army to the death.

They hadn't expected that Han reinforcements would arrive in this desperate situation.

There's always a way out.

But where did these reinforcements come from?

How did you get here so fast!

The Han soldiers were all shaken, and a surge of surging power to survive in dire straits rekindled within them.

Regardless of which army came from, the sound of the bugle call clearly indicated that it was the Han army.

They are not doomed; perhaps they can be saved today!

You Shiyong's face lit up, and he burst into laughter, shouting loudly;

"Brothers, we can hear the bugle call of our Han army sounding from the right flank of the Northern Yuan army. It seems our reinforcements have arrived."

"We've escaped death, our lives weren't meant to end. This city wasn't defended in vain, our brothers didn't die in vain. Haha..."

Zhou Yingyuan also shouted:

"Brothers, pull yourselves together! Our chance has come. It's time for us to settle accounts with these sons of bitches!"