The south gate of Jiankang City, unlike Liu Yu's west gate, Jin Ming laid a lot of barbs and thistles outside the city gate, and the tartars outside the city took a lot of effort to clean up these things. Therefore, the time to take over the city was a little late, and the Tartars also paid a few more corpses for this.

"Go!" Jin Ming scolded lightly, and the long arrow departed from the string, shooting one of the crossbowmen on the Tartar Lou car to the ground. Immediately one of them turned and hid behind the battlement, and as expected, several feathered arrows struck the road inside the city wall through the gap where he had just been.

Turning to the gap on the other side, Jin Ming turned his head and poked it out, and then immediately took it back, and at this moment, the location of the tartar of the building car was already clear. Suddenly he turned around and stood up, and the feather arrow, which had already been wound, flew out, and one of the Tartars in the carriage clutched his chest and fell in disbelief.

Jin Ming's archery posture is very similar to that of a pheasant slave, and although the arrows are not missing, there is not much joy on his face. These carts, which are slightly higher than the head of the city, are full of Tartar marksmen, and although the defenders have large shields to protect them, they can always find the weakness that the defenders inadvertently expose, and then kill them with one arrow.

Looking left and right, Jin Ming crossed the women's wall with his waist and walked along the road to an enemy platform, where the catapults were covered by a group of defenders' large shields, but the stone bullets were always a little less accurate. Jin Ming stood up, sideways his head to avoid a fallen feathered arrow, and pushed away the gunner who was operating.

"Bring me a stone bullet!" Jin Ming looked through the gap between the big shields, and the Tartar car seemed to be close in front of him, but he couldn't touch it. He stared at the arrogant shooters, lowered his head and spat in the palm of his hand, and the sergeant on the side had already tied the stone bullet to the tail tip.

After a brief proofreading, Jin Ming and a few sergeants pulled the long rope back with all their might, and the rest of the defenders held their large shields high in front of them. The tail tip was cocked, the stone bullet was thrown high, and it roared straight towards the building car, and hit the skin with a "bang", and the defenders let out a burst of cheers, only to see the building car shake a few times, throwing out a shooter who was unsteady on his feet, but he did not fall.

"Again, fire bombs!" Jin Ming was not discouraged, let go of the long rope and roared, took a black Yoyo round bullet, and placed it on the tip. The sergeant behind him took out a match from his bosom and took out a blazing one, the pale blue flame in the air.

The ball on fire once again hit the building car accurately, although the car staggered and did not fall, but the fire oil splashed on the bullet caused the building car to burn from the middle, accompanied by the screams of the enemy, the upper part of the tall building car broke off and smashed into the infantry phalanx, kicking up the dust that rushed to the sky.

Immediately afterwards, another catapult smashed a building cart into pieces and collapsed, and the defenders at the head of the city were demoralized and shouted in unison. With a wave of Jin Ming's hand, the crossbowmen behind the female wall stood up and poured a dense rain of arrows out of the city.

After the siege party's big array, the handsome Boyan rode on a high-headed horse, and the scene in front of him made him frown. The people at the front were all people recruited by Tongling, and they were going to be used to disturb the morale of the soldiers in the city, but they didn't expect the defenders to release arrows directly without blinking.

The Song people have almost more than 300 years of defending the city, and all kinds of means are unable to exert it, especially in the south of the Yangtze River, where each city has a wide moat, and there is no shortage of water in the city, which also means that it is difficult for the epidemic to spread. Now there is no hope of ascending the city, but the casualties are really on the surface.

"How long will he have to wait?" Boyan pointed to the return cannon and asked, these cannons were put all night last night, and they had just fired several rounds, and the gunners were tired, not to mention, the ammunition was almost exhausted. Now in addition to the stones, there is also hard mud wrapped in place.

"Send orders to Buber, whatever you want, I'll see them launched in a moment." Ignoring the arguments of the comers, Boyan said categorically, having lost the suppression of the return artillery, the attack at the head of the city was very fierce, and he was a little skeptical that the results of last night's battle were as great as he imagined.

The situation outside the west gate looked a little bad, the large array of Tartars had almost advanced directly to the edge of the moat, and a large number of foot soldiers stepped on long ladders and began to cross the river, although people were constantly being shot by arrows and falling into the river, but the endless flow of foot soldiers still leaned against the sheep and horse wall.

Approaching the seven-foot-high wall of sheep and horses, the foot soldiers climbed over on the ladder, and there were no defenders behind the wall, and Liu Yu had already ordered them to withdraw to the city. However, some of the observant foot soldiers noticed that the dirt beneath their feet was a deep black, and they smelled a strange smell in their noses.

Liu Yu, who was standing on the female wall at the head of the city, carefully looked out through the gap, there were not many enemy troops who climbed over the sheep and horse wall, and on the edge of the moat, the enemy's crossbowmen stood in a row and threw upwards, plus a few building cars that had not yet fallen, which still posed a great threat to the lives of the defenders.

"Closer, closer." Liu Yu said silently in his heart, under the blow of the defenders at the head of the city, many enemy soldiers were shot down as soon as they climbed the wall. In desperation, an enemy who looked like a thousand households shouted loudly, and the crossbowmen by the river pulled out their large shields stuck in the ground and began to cross the river.

Liu Yu stared at the enemy's movements almost intently, and finally, those crossbowmen arrived under the sheep and horse wall, and standing here, they could already shoot directly at the head of the city. The phalanx of foot soldiers outside the moat suddenly dispersed, and rushed over in several groups, hugging each other and stepping onto the long ladder on the river.

"Ready!" Liu Yu picked up the loudspeaker and yelled at the city wall, and when the swords and spearmen in front of the archers heard it, they all took out a round jar-like thing from the box piled up next to the wall, and then quietly waited for his next command.

"Ignition!" Liu Yu shouted again, and the guards took out the windproof matches they had previously distributed, and lit the long lead at the head of the round can. The sound of "Zizi" sounded, and the flames climbed up quickly along the lead.

"Target, moat, throw!" As soon as the words fell, the guards stood up and threw the round cans in their hands with all their might, and after a while, a loud noise was heard outside the city, and many of the round cans exploded before they could hit the ground. The oil in the tank splattered and burned on the surface of the river, and the wooden ladders that had been erected on it were burned one after another.

Across the fire, bounded by the moat, the enemy army besieging the city was split into two groups, and the enemy troops who had already crossed the river were stunned for a moment when they saw this scene, and the crossbowmen involuntarily put down their weapons.

"Replace it with a rocket and launch it at will!" Liu Yu shouted the last command, sighed secretly, turned his head and sat down under the female wall, the war itself is so cruel, either you die or I die, life is just a number.

The golden pheasant slave beside him picked up a feather arrow soaked in fire oil and handed the arrow to Liu Yu's eyes. Liu Yu looked over puzzled, little Lori glanced at him, Liu Yu helplessly took out the high imitation Zhibao in his arms, and lit the arrow, the pungent smell made him frown.

The golden pheasant chuckled, picked up the rocket and put it on the bow, pulled out a full moon, squinted at it, and as soon as his hand was released, the rocket came out of the string and nailed to the feet of an enemy soldier outside the sheep and horse wall. With a "poof", the fire oil on the ground was ignited, and the surrounding pawns avoided it.

However, a large area under the city was ordered by Liu Yu to be poured with fire oil, and as the defenders continued to shoot rockets, the entire West Gate was burned. The black smoke swept all the enemy troops inside, and the miserable shouts reached the four fields, and one after another the enemy foot soldiers were burned to the ground, and they rushed indiscriminately, and finally fell to the ground in vain.

Seeing this scene, the defenders at the head of the city were also stunned, many people had never seen such a miserable picture in their lives. The smell of the smoke was indescribably unpleasant, and some of the young sergeants were already holding their bellies.

Liu Yu put the lighter in his hand into his arms and took out a mask to come out, which can be regarded as prepared. Except for the sporadic arrows, the battle in Xicheng can be regarded as over, this fire, the enemy soldiers of the two phalanxes were buried outside the city, but the enemy did not even touch their own city.

"Strengthen the defenses, prop up the curtains, replenish the arrows, and send some food to the subordinates." After fighting for so long since yesterday, everyone is tired and hungry, Liu Yu has given several orders one after another, and the most important thing at present is to seize the time to rest and replenish the body.