The Rise of the Youth in the War of Resistance

Wang Yaxin looked at Zhao Shao, then at the panicked people around him, feeling mixed emotions.

In the end, he put the overall situation first and did not punish Zhao Shao.

"Zhao Shao, you can continue, but do it as quickly as possible so as not to affect our preparations for defending the city."

His voice was filled with a hint of helplessness and tolerance. He knew that in this cruel war period, every decision was a matter of life and death.

Zhao Shao nodded gratefully. He knew that Wang Yaxin had been under a lot of pressure to make this decision.

So he took his men to organize the evacuation of the people more quickly.

Horse-drawn carriages were shuttling through the narrow streets, piled high with people's belongings, their wheels rolling and raising a cloud of dust.

The people, carrying bags on their backs, carrying the elderly and children, walked hurriedly, their eyes full of fear and reluctance. Under the guidance of Zhao Shao and others, they walked towards the outside of the city.

During this process, some soldiers also expressed dissatisfaction with Zhao Shao's behavior.

“What is he doing?

It destroyed our morale and let the enemy know we were afraid."

A young soldier complained to Liu San with resentment on his face.

His brows were furrowed and his eyes were filled with dissatisfaction.

Liu San patted his shoulder, his eyes showing understanding and determination.

"Brother, aren't we fighting to protect these people?

If they are all dead, what is the point of us defending this city?

We are soldiers, and protecting the people is our original intention."

After hearing this, the young soldier became thoughtful, the resentment in his eyes gradually dissipated, he stopped talking and turned around to continue preparing to defend the city.

As people evacuated one after another, Yongxin County seemed much emptier, but the tension in the air became increasingly thicker, as if an invisible big hand was constantly squeezing people's hearts.

The enemy's vanguard was gradually approaching, and spies reported that the enemy was less than ten miles away from Yongxin County. The news was like a flash of lightning, passing through everyone's heart.

Wang Yaxin stood on the city wall, like a resolute statue, looking into the distance, his eyes full of solemnity and determination.

He silently prayed in his heart that this defense battle would be victorious, no matter how great the cost.

He knew that this battle not only concerned the honor and disgrace of them as soldiers, but also the future of the people of Yongxin County. It was a life-and-death battle for them to protect their homeland.

After sending a group of people away, Zhao Shao quickly returned to the county town.

His footsteps were as fast as the wind. He knew that what was coming would be a brutal battle. He and his comrades would fight to protect this county town and defend their dignity with their blood and lives.

The enemy's vanguard finally appeared in sight. They were lined up in neat rows, with their flags fluttering in the wind, like a burning flame, and they looked determined to win.

The Chanyu rode on his horse, his posture as straight as a pine tree. He looked at Yongxin County with a sneer on his face, which revealed contempt and confidence.

"This small county town, how can we take it? It's like crushing a fragile eggshell."

Jiang Shi said on the side:

"Don't underestimate the enemy. They must have some skills to be able to hold on until now.

We can’t take it lightly, lest we capsize in the ditch.”

There was caution in his eyes and his brows were slightly furrowed.

Zhu Kan then gave the order,

"Send a small team to test their firepower and see how much they are capable of."

His voice was deep and commanding, leaving no room for doubt.

A small group of enemy troops slowly approached Yongxin County. They approached the city wall cautiously with light steps, as if they were afraid of disturbing something.

There was vigilance in their eyes, and they held their weapons tightly, ready to respond to emergencies at any time.

Upon seeing this, Wang Yaxin immediately ordered:

"Don't fire. Wait until they get closer. We have to kill them with one strike."

His voice was low and powerful, and was quickly conveyed through the messenger Liu Xin.

The enemy troops were getting closer and closer. When they came within range, Wang Yaxin shouted:

"Fire!"

The sound exploded on the city wall like thunder.

Suddenly, there was a burst of gunfire on the city wall, and bullets rained down on the enemy. The dense gunfire sounded like the roar of death.

The enemy squad was caught off guard and fell one after another like cut wheat. Only a few of them fled back in a panic, their eyes full of fear.

When the Chanyu saw this, he became furious and his face turned red like a burning flame.

"Give me an all-out attack!"

He waved the weapon in his hand and shouted at the top of his lungs.

The enemy troops began to surge towards Yongxin County on a large scale. For a time, the shouts of killing were deafening, the sounds of gunfire were heard one after another, and the earth was shaking.

The defenders of Yongxin County fought hard and engaged in a fierce battle with the enemy on the city wall.

Zhao Shao picked up the gun, his eyes filled with determination. He aimed at the enemy. Every time he pulled the trigger, an enemy fell, just like the Grim Reaper reaping lives.

His eyes were filled with hatred for the enemy and a desire to protect his homeland. He knew that he could not retreat at this moment, otherwise the people behind him would be doomed.

Liu San kept loading bullets into his gun, his movements were skillful and quick.

"Zhao Shao, be careful!"

He saw an enemy aiming at Zhao Shao and quickly shouted a warning.

There was nervousness in his eyes and his voice was trembling.

Zhao Shao dodged to the side and the bullet flew past his shoulder. The hot air flow made him feel a stinging pain, but he was not afraid at all and continued to fight back as if he did not know what pain was.

Outside the city, the enemy's corpses piled up more and more, but they still continued to charge forward like a tide.

Some enemy soldiers began pushing ladders, which looked like a bridge to death, in an attempt to climb up the city wall.

The defenders threw stones, hot oil and other weapons at the enemy troops under the ladders.

The stones rained down, hitting the enemy's heads with a dull thud;

The hot oil was poured down, and the enemy soldiers screamed in pain, their skin instantly became red, swollen and blistered, but some people still climbed up desperately, with madness in their eyes.

When the battle was at its most intense, Yuan Wencai led a team of soldiers to carry out emergency reinforcement at a weak point in the city wall.

"Quick, bring the sandbags over here!"

He shouted loudly, his voice a little hoarse.

The soldiers struggled to carry the sandbags, their faces covered with sweat and dirt. The sweat soaked their clothes and flowed down their cheeks, but they had no complaints because they knew that they were protecting their homes.

Meanwhile, Wang Zuo was commanding his soldiers to fight back from another location, brandishing his broadsword, which gleamed coldly in the sunlight, splashing blood with every swing.

He cut down the enemies who climbed up the wall,

"Come one, I'll kill one!"

His bravery was like that of a god of war, inspiring the soldiers around him. Everyone fought bravely and no one retreated.

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