Looking at Jia Hu below, Zhao Gan felt gratified.
Jia Hu grew up in Yanmen Pass. At first, he was still a little kid. Only a few years had passed, but now, Jia Hu gave people a sense of security at a glance.
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As the general of Yanmen Pass, Zhao Gan had been guarding the border for ten years.
Having dealt with the Tartars countless times, how could he not know that the morale of the soldiers was low?
But this time, the Tartars had come too suddenly. They had gathered 100,000 soldiers to attack Yanmen Pass.
As one of the generals, Jia Mu, had died at this time, Zhao Gan was also at a loss.
However, Zhao Gan did not show it. He knew that if he showed even the slightest fear, it would affect the morale of the soldiers of Yanmen Pass.
It was precisely because of this that Zhao Gan had been staying on the city wall for the past two days. His goal was to stabilize the morale of the army.
On the city wall of the eastern city gate, Zhao Gan gathered four officers, including Jia Hu. Currently, there were only eight thousand soldiers left in the city.
There were four gates in Yanmen Pass. They were the eastern, western, southern, and northern gates facing the Tartars. Zhao Ganling led 2,000 soldiers each to guard the gates.
Jia Hu thought for a moment and rejected Zhao Gan, saying,"
"General Zhao, I have a thousand men from the Tiger Troop Battalion. Give me another thousand men to guard the city gates. In addition, I request to guard the east gate.”
Zhao Gan's lips twitched a few times. He wanted to say something, but in the end, he did not open his mouth.
Letting Jia Hu guard the east gate was the best choice. Jia Hu had followed his father Jia Mu into the battlefield when he was ten years old. With the advantage of his physical strength, he had never lost a single battle against the Tartars.
The Tatars were now afraid of Jia Hu, so letting Jia Hu guard the east gate was the best choice.
Jia Hu had also considered this decision carefully. The soldiers of the men of the Red Chamber feared the Tartars like tigers and scorpions. There was even a rumor in the army.
" If the Tartars are less than 10,000, they will be invincible."
Others feared the Tartars, but Jia Hu did not.
He had followed his father and fought against the Tartars many times. In Jia Hu's eyes, the Tartars were just a group of wild beasts and would be afraid of people stronger than them.
Zhao Gan stood up, picked up his wine bowl, and said in a deep voice,
"Then do as Jia Hu says. The other three will each lead two thousand elite soldiers, and I will lead a thousand elite soldiers to support you at any time.”
After that, Zhao Gan finished the wine in his hand and said again,"Everyone, I'll leave the safety of Yanmen Pass to you.”
Everyone stood up and replied,"
"Here!"
Then, he drank the wine in his hand.
On top of the wall of the east gate of Yanmen Pass, Jia Hu and Zhao Gan were conversing. Their minds were not on this.
"General!"
"There's an enemy!" Suddenly, a soldier pointed into the distance.
Jia Hu and Zhao Gan's hearts trembled as they looked into the distance.
Thousands of meters away, there was a dark mass of cavalry. It was estimated that there were at least 50,000 Tartars attacking the east gate!
Jia Hu thought to himself,"He's here."
"The Tartars are attacking, blow the horn!"
Following Jia Hu's order, the horn sounded and reverberated through Yanmen Pass.
Jia Hu tightly gripped the Heaven Suppressing Hammer, his heart filled with excitement. Although he had the battle experience of his predecessor, this was after all his first time on the battlefield, so it was inevitable that his blood would boil.
"Archers, get ready."
Jia Hu stood on the city wall and looked at the charging Great Tartar soldiers with a cold and solemn expression.
He gripped the city wall tightly and stared ahead.
When the Tartars were within two hundred steps, Jia Hu shouted,"
"Release!"
A rain of arrows pierced through the sky and fell from the sky, landing on the heads of the Tartar soldiers like rain.
Just one volley of arrows killed hundreds of Tata soldiers, but the Tata soldiers did not care and continued to charge forward. After six or seven volleys, they killed more than a thousand Tata soldiers. However, there were too many of them and they were already approaching the city wall.
"Kill them!"
Fresh blood dyed the ground red. The Tartar soldiers carried ladders and climbed up the city wall. They surged up like a tide. Jia Hu held the Heaven Suppression Hammer and mercilessly harvested the lives of the Tartar soldiers who climbed up the city wall.
"Get down!"
With the Heaven Suppressing Hammer in hand, he pushed down another ladder and killed countless Tata soldiers.
Jia Hu didn't know how many ladders he had pushed. He only knew that wherever the Tartar soldiers climbed up the city wall, Jia Hu's figure would be there. Jia Hu was numb from killing.
" The city gate is broken!!"
A loud shout woke Jia Hu up.
"What?"
Jia Hu hurriedly raised the Heaven Suppressing Hammer and charged towards the city gate.
At first glance, the bolt and the top door bar had been broken by the car.
However, a small group of Tartars had already rushed in. The door weighed thousands of pounds.
Usually, it would take dozens of people to close the gate, and now, with the interference of the Tartars, the soldiers of Yanmen Pass were unable to close the gate.
Seeing this, Jia Hu took a big stride forward and sent one person flying. The huge impact sent dozens of people behind him flying.
After repelling the Tatars who had rushed into the city gate, Jia Hu pulled the city gate with both hands and pushed it out.
The door creaked.
Seeing that Jia Hu was about to close the city gate, the Tartar soldiers rushed forward even more crazily.
Fortunately, Jia Hu's strength was great enough to withstand this wave of impact. His hands continued to exert pressure and pushed outwards.
At this moment, several long sabers suddenly slashed towards Jia Hu from the middle of the city gate that had yet to close.
Jia Hu sensed the danger and turned his body. The blade still managed to cut Jia Hu, leaving behind several wounds on his chest. Blood instantly splattered out and dyed his armor red.
Jia Hu was in pain. He kicked away the Tartar soldier stuck in the middle of the city gate. The Tartar soldier behind him was knocked away again. Jia Hu took the opportunity to push forward with all his might, and the city gate finally closed.
However, Jia Hu did not relax. The blood on his chest dripped onto the ground. Jia Hu held the city gate with both hands and shouted at Jia San and the others who had rushed over,
" Quickly bring the bolt and the door handle."
After Jia Hu and the others had fought with the Tartar's carriage for a few rounds, the bolt and the door handle were finally re-installed on the city gate.
Jia Hu and the rest heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, they had managed to hold on, or else the consequences would be unimaginable.
After Jia Hu saw that there were no problems with the city gate, he returned to the city wall to continue blocking the Tata soldiers who had climbed up the city wall.
The sky gradually darkened.
The attack of the Tartars slowed down. From the beginning of the attack, Jia Hu had been killing for four hours.
If it was now, Jia Hu would have killed for four hours.
Although Jia Hu did not feel tired, the other soldiers did not have Jia Hu's physique.
The guards on the city wall were almost completely wiped out, and only five hundred of the one thousand soldiers of the Tiger Battalion remained.
Those who survived were all injured, and they had been able to fight for so long because they were holding on to their last breath. Now that the Tartars had retreated, they no longer had much strength left.
They had suffered heavy losses in this battle.
However, the Tartars suffered even greater losses. Just the east gate that Jia Hu was guarding alone had caused the Tartars to lose close to twenty thousand people.
Moreover, Jia Hu deduced that the rations of the Tartars could last until the day after tomorrow. If the Tartars still couldn't take Yanmen Pass tomorrow, they could only retreat.
Therefore, the battle tomorrow was extremely important. Whether they could survive or not depended on whether they could defend.
The sky had completely darkened. Zhao Gan, Jia Hu, and the other three generals were having a conversation in the meeting hall.
Everyone was injured, and the one with the most serious injuries was the general guarding the north gate.
The city gate he was guarding was the same as Jia Hu's. The bolt and the top door pole had been broken.
However, he did not have Jia Hu's strength to close the city gate alone.
The general led his soldiers to resist frantically, and only a few dozen of the 2,000 elite soldiers remained.
If Zhao Gan had not arrived in time, the north gate would have fallen long ago.
Even so, this general had one of his arms chopped off by the Tartars.
"Generals, how many soldiers do you have?”
Zhao Gan asked in a deep voice.
"We still have a thousand soldiers."
"General, I still have 1,000."
"I'm sorry, General! I only have less than a hundred soldiers left.”
the one-armed general said.
"General, I only have five hundred soldiers of the Tiger Battalion left.”
Jia Hu also said in a deep voice.
Everyone was silent under the oil lamp.
Everyone could guess that the Tartar army was running out of food. Tomorrow was the final battle.
Including Zhao Gan's 700 elite soldiers, they only had a total of 3,000 elite soldiers. How were they going to fight this battle?
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