Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Bloody Battle of Anqing (2)
"If you don't want to die, then you have to let someone else die!" Ma Rusong silently repeated as he looked at his father's distant and aging back. He didn't know if his father was right, but Ma Rusong felt that dead people were always bad.
"Knock knock knock!" the early drums beat low and tight. In the sound of bow horns. Dozens of ready-made ladders were carried by dozens of troops. Today, Ma Shouying deliberately chose an early morning, he just wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to capture Anqing Mansion when the officials and troops were lax in the morning. As long as Anqing Mansion is captured, the inexhaustible grain and silver in the treasury will be his own! When Ma Shouying was in Dabie Mountain, he heard rumors that Wang Feng's family was rich and wealthy, and he had already thought about attacking Anqing Mansion this time, and the first target he wanted to lead his troops to rob was this Wang Feng.
"Brothers, have you seen that there is food you want to eat, silver you want to use, and a lot of girls, and now the general has sent an order to go down to Anqing Mansion and rob the whole army for free for three days. ”
"Oh, oh, oh..." I don't know if the news of the three-day robbery stimulated the hearts of the soldiers, or when all the soldiers heard the white woman, the combat power instantly increased.
"Brothers, kill me!" Ma Shouying pulled out his waist knife and pointed at the Anqing Mansion in front of him and shouted.
"Kill, kill!" The soldier in front of him, pushing the battering ram, retreated to the back of the line, and the soldier with a long ladder of shields in front of him began to run urgently. What they had to do now was how to fill the moat that lay in front of them.
The huge plank was instantly lowered between the two banks, and it was fixed slightly. The first rogue stepped onto the other side of the moat, and before he could reach out his hands to his companion on the other side in celebration, a large feathered arrow stuck in his back. The rogue seemed to fall down unwillingly.
"Put in the point shot, put in the point shot. Song Qiaoren, who had been woken up by the noisy beating of drums in the morning, hurried to the wall before he had time to eat breakfast. On the one hand, Song Qiaoren arranged for people to strengthen the defense of the city, and on the other hand, he constantly shuttled through the crowd to comfort the family members who had just been recruited, Song Qiaoren was so busy that he even forgot about it, this was the first time he had experienced such a big scene.
"Release, release, release!" Song Qiaoren's hands seemed to become a machine, slowly becoming mechanized, and with each of his shots, countless feather arrows leaped out of the city wall and smashed fiercely at the homeless people who were still crossing the river.
Although the moat was still far from the city, the distance of the bow and arrow could not always be reached. However, Song Qiaoren did not want the Liukou to cross the moat so easily, so he gathered some soldiers with excellent archery skills and asked them to use guò bows and arrows to make it more difficult for the wanderers to cross the river.
"Ahh But soon new soldiers were in their place. After half an hour of busyness, the Liukou finally built a pontoon bridge along the lì, and the battering ram was the first to cross the moat, followed by countless homeless people carrying ladders and stepping on wooden planks to quickly cross the moat.
"Quick, use the cannon of the brave general, hurry!" Seeing that the bow and arrow were not lethal to these homeless people at a long distance. Song Qiaoren hurriedly ordered his subordinates to use the Shenyong General Cannon that had been placed at the head of the city. Song Qiaoren knew in his heart that if he let these homeless people rush under the city wall, the consequences would be absolutely unimaginable, so he must not let these homeless people pass the moat so easily.
More than a dozen soldiers pushed the cannon towards the city wall and adjusted the direction of the cannon. "Ignition, ignition. Song Qiaoren snatched the torch from the hand of the soldier next to him and lit the rope. The remaining two cannons also roared under the light of the soldiers. A huge white curtain shrouded the city walls, and the cannonballs were rapidly slammed into the displaced people who were crossing the river at a rapid pace. A huge solid cannonball hit the pontoon bridge, and the stone bridge, which was already not strong, was suddenly smashed into a big hole by the cannonball. Along with the shells flew were bloody stumps and severed arms. The displaced people who were rushing to cross the ferry were frightened by these shells and instantly lost the courage to move forward. As peasants, they had never seen such a powerful weapon, they didn't even believe that it was a weapon, and they even fantasized that it was God punishing them.
Ma Shouying, who was riding on a horse, saw that most of the army was about to cross the moat, but the sudden sound of cannons suddenly frightened the team that crossed the river with peace of mind.
"Don't be afraid, everyone, charge forward, they are not a punishment from heaven, just cannons, and now they can't fire, brothers rush me! Take Anqing City! Rush!" Seeing that his soldiers began to fear the artillery and kept retreating, Ma Shouying decisively cheered up the homeless.
The reloading speed of the Shen Yong cannon is indeed too slow and too slow, as Ma Shouying said. The three Shenyong General Cannons on the head of Anqing City were still allocated by Chongzhen to Anqing Town for use! At first, when he saw this thing, Wang Feng was amused for a while, but as soon as he saw the appearance of this Shenyong General Cannon, especially its loading speed, Wang Feng's enthusiasm was knocked out at once, and he really didn't expect that the speed of this Ming Dynasty cannon would be so slow to such a bottom. Wang Feng, who felt that it would only be a burden to bring in the army, simply sent these three cannons to the city wall and used them as tools to defend the city.
"Quick, clean up!" The cannon that had just been fired was being quickly cleared by the soldiers on the castle tower. A soldier quickly cleaned the cannon fodder from the cannon chamber, and a huge ash cleaning rod was inserted into it, constantly stirring and sweeping. The other soldier quickly wound up the new rope.
The displaced people, frightened by the artillery, looked for a place to hide from the artillery, but after waiting for a long time, the expected sound of the artillery did not come. "Brothers, what the big leaders said is right! They are bluffing! Let's rush quickly! Take Anqing Mansion, and the women in the city are ours. A man with the appearance of a small leader raised his spear in his hand and rushed towards the wall. Encouraged by him, countless homeless people rose to their feet, picked up their weapons and rushed towards the city walls.
"Quick, quick, arrows, rolling stones, ready, ready. Seeing that the loading speed of the artillery was too slow, Song Qiaoren hurriedly called everyone to pick up their bows and arrows and aim at the homeless people in the city. Suddenly let them face so many displaced people, how can they not be afraid.
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