Chapter 142: The Snow Fills the Bow and the Sword (1)

As the saying goes, if there are more than 10,000 people, there will be bad guys, and uh no, there will be no bounds.

Can you imagine nearly 100,000 people attacking a corner of a city at the same time?

Looking down, there are dense human heads surging like a swarm of ants; Looking up, there is a wave of arrow rain and large "hailstones" every 30 breaths, and patients with intensive symptoms are afraid that they will not be able to bear it for a moment.

Fang Zhongyong doesn't have that hypocritical problem, it's intensive!

Only when the personnel are dense, the effect of our fueling oil and tribulus terrestris fireball will be prominent. If a fireball can only destroy one enemy, then this cost performance is too low, we also have to pay attention to cost control, right?

a fireball of thistles, killing several; A eight cow**, a few on a string; A bucket of oil goes down, and then a slice of barbecue, which is extremely happy.

It's happy, but there are many people who can't stand the Western Xia!

When the Tangut people densely covered the city wall with ladders, waving weapons one by one, like centipedes climbing up, omissions were inevitable. There were always soldiers who defended the city who were either scrambling because of timidity, or shot or stoned to death because of bad luck.

The defect of the tribulus fireball was also discovered by the Tanguts.

As long as you block in time with your weapon, you can ensure that you can't hurt yourself. There are even more thugs who split it with a sharp blade, and the fireball really becomes the fireball of the flower.

Some of the soldiers drew the torch and threw it out in a hurry. The Tangut people who were blown out of experience looked at it, and they didn't blow it up? Raise a kick, you, kicked it back again, and blew up Song Jun instead.

There is also a part of the tribulus fireball due to quality problems, and the ceramic shell shattered when it was thrown on the hard ground...... Finish......

hated Fang Zhongyong and wanted to scold his mother, let's not make handicrafts, can we not pay attention to what is thin and transparent? Can't you put it in porcelain for me?

But there is really a porcelain solid, as strong as a stone, and when thrown out, it is like a stone, and it falls directly to the ground with a bang. Isn't this handmade thing supposed to represent nobility and luxury? Isn't there a time when it's reliable?

The quality of the oil is still trustworthy.

But the Tangut people are not moths, and when they see the fire, they burrow into it with a stupid face, right? Won't people avoid it?

When the effectiveness of all the weapons that were ahead of their time was greatly diminished, all that remained was primitive hand-to-hand combat.

In terms of the quality of individual soldiers, the Tanguts undoubtedly had an advantage.

Especially the Iron Harrier, who is Yuan Hao's personal guard, is strong in martial arts. There are horses, but they are invincible; Without a horse, you can be the first to reach the city.

This can also be seen that Yuan Hao is really playing with his life, and even the bodyguards are sent.

That's right, if this battle is defeated, relying on the iron harriers of a few hundred people alone will not be able to protect him. It's better to fight to the death and seek that glimmer of life.

The people are not afraid of death, so why should they be afraid of death?

Soldiers do not hesitate to die, and they are naturally brave and diligent.

The Song army, which had no advantage in weapons, was not good in physical fitness, and had no desperate thoughts, was about to be defeated. Di Qing asked for orders to lead the forbidden army to press, and vowed to drive the Western Xia army down the city. Li Shibin and a group of defeated soldiers who had been withdrawn from Jinmingzhai to recuperate also came to ask for battle. It was Fan Yong, who had just been freed, who also rode a horse and vowed to fight to the death with the thief.

Fang Zhongyong pouted, are you going to ride a horse to the city? Still fighting to the death? Preparing to run away is real, right?

"Someone! Change a fast horse for Lord Fan and cover Lord Fan's retreat to Nancheng. ”

Fan Yong spit out a mouthful of old phlegm: "The old man knows the destiny of heaven, and he is not as delicate and expensive as a small adult, and he has a good future." Let's ask Lord Xiaofang to ride a fast horse and retreat to the south city! The old man is not talented, and he is willing to use a stump to stop the Western Xia thieves for a while, and live and die with Beicheng! ”

Fang Zhongyong wiped his face, and he had a self-drying demeanor: "Lord Fan, don't say anything about living and dying with the city at every turn. The city is dead, but the man is alive. As long as there are people, losing the city is nothing. ”

I don't know what's going on, Fan Yong has a lot of phlegm today, and he spit on Fang Zhongyong's face again: "It's all your great joy!" According to the old man's opinion, the strong wall is clear. The weather has been cold recently, and the enemy army has nothing to protect from the cold, and it will retreat soon. Wouldn't it be wonderful to surrender without a fight? ”

If someone spits out twice, it will be angry. I'll spit on myself again, why don't you wait for a bite to dry up before spitting up? Not as bullying as you are, when I'm a spittoon?

Fang Zhongyong's anger also came up: "Yuan Hao will retreat this year and come back next year." How many times can you block this old bone? I just want to beat Yuan Hao to hurt and cripple, so that he will not dare to covet my Great Song territory within ten years. ”

Seeing that Fang Zhong never repented, and was still unashamed, Fan Yong was furious: "With your less than 20,000 defenders, you can defeat Yuan Hao's 100,000 horses?" Aren't you afraid of the wind flashing your tongue? Let me ask you, where are the more than 20,000 people in Yanzhou led by Liu Ping? What about the people of the security army and the Suide army? Don't say that they dare to disobey military orders and be cowardly, they don't have the guts! ”

Old things aren't confused!

Fang Zhongyong didn't explain much: "The stakes are very high, so I can't go into details." The boss just rest assured, this time he will definitely let Yuan Hao lose his troops and return defeated. Fold it big and blow the horn! ”

When the sad and long horn sounded, both the enemy and the enemy were stunned.

The Tangut people were stunned, did they eat? I didn't hear about today's cooking!

Song Jun was stunned, didn't we march with drums and Mingjin to collect the troops? Is the horn advancing or retreating?

On second thought, it's broken!

The commander said, when the horn sounds, you must throw all the firearms on your body within three breaths, and you must run to the inner city within fifty breaths, otherwise, die!

Those who were still grappling are no longer fighting, and the original knife has already slashed into the enemy's neck - it's better to hack to death.

All the soldiers of the Song Army went crazy, and they threw out all the tribulus fireballs and fire oil bottles on their bodies regardless of it.

Taking advantage of the time when the Tangut people were trapped, they all ran back.

Of course, you can't throw them all away, you still have to hold knives, guns, swords, halberds, crossbows, arrows, shields, etc.

Especially the shield, if you don't hold it, you won't have to wait to run back to the inner city, and you will be shot into a hedgehog by the Tanguts!

The Tangut people, who had been stunned by a large wave of firearms, slowly came back to their senses.

Isn't that right? Shall we win? Didn't kill many Song soldiers?

There were bold Western Xia troops who cautiously climbed up to the top of the city, and they only saw the vigorous figure of the Song army running wildly from a distance.

Happiness came so suddenly!

Here it is, my golden bowl!

Here it is, my little beauty!

Here it is, my warm home!

A large number of Western Xia troops ascended to the top of the city, cheering the hard-won victory!

Am I easy?

More than 15,000 people were killed and wounded, and finally a city wall of Yanzhou was taken.

But just like smashing a walnut, as long as you smash a crack, the rest will be easy to do! Without the protection of the city wall, the weak Song people would definitely be as docile as lambs and as good at singing and dancing as larks.

Yuan Hao said proudly: "The Song people are all waste, and they are vulnerable!"

A group of courtiers also praised it one after another, calling for the king's wisdom and martial arts.

Yuan Hao, who felt that victory was in sight, was just about to say the chicken soup of "In the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies and tricks are jokes", when he heard a muffled sound, and the tall and majestic north city wall of Yanzhou moved.

First arched up, then down, and then fell apart.

Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, Yuan Hao spurted out a mouthful of blood: "Fang Zhongyong is really ruthless!" Pity the tens of thousands of soldiers of Daxia who died at the hands of this despicable villain! ”

Zhang Yuan persuaded: "It's still different. Fang Zhongyong repeated his old tricks, but he didn't know that he was self-destructing the Great Wall. Jin Mingzhai is a military village, and it is easy to relocate, does he have the ability to move all the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians in Yanzhou? If they are clever but mistaken by their cleverness, they will surely reap the consequences of their own evil and will not die a good death! ”

Isn't it the same?

It's not the same, indeed.

Last time, the trap of Jinmingzhai was limited by the conditions, and someone needed to ignite it on the spot. For this reason, Fang Zhongyong was very guilty.

It's easy to get a simple and reliable time-delay device, why don't you build it sooner? It sounds tragic and heroic to say that you are dying in harmony, but who really wants to die?

There was no need for any delay this time, so why bother with that effort? When you have the advantage, you don't want to order whenever you want.

Another difference is that the explosion was much more powerful. Fang Zhongyong scavenged all the old firearms on the entire Yongxing Military Road, and urgently allocated a batch of new firearms to stuff them inside to ensure the effectiveness of the explosion.

As for the biggest difference, after the smoke cleared, the Tangut people understood it at once.

Zhang Yuan, who has always boasted of his elegance, opened his mouth and scolded: "The sun is the first of his ancestors!"

A group of Western Xia civilians and warriors were also dumbfounded, and they all +1.

Without him, another wall appeared behind the collapsed wall. Fang Zhongyong, a shameless Song thief, actually secretly built an urn city without God knowing in advance.

What to do? And then to fill in the lives of people and desperately build this new city wall?

What if there's another one in the back?

All right! Even if Fang Zhongyong wasn't so shameless, he didn't have the ability to build another city wall. But if he catches the medicine according to the prescription and blows it up again, maybe we will all have to explain it here!

There is no doubt that the thing that is not enough to describe it in all the derogatory terms in the world will definitely do it!

King, I'm going home!

The routines of the people in the city are too deep, and our simple and kind Xixia people can't play with them!

Yuan Hao forcibly suppressed the second mouthful of blood that surged to his mouth, and roared hoarsely: "Attack!" If I don't break Fang Zhongyong's corpse into ten thousand pieces, I swear that I will not be a human being! Offensive! ”

At this time, on the city tower in the distance, Fang Zhongyong said very proudly to Fan Yong, who had an emoji with the Xixia people: "In this way, it may make the vitality of the Western Xia very bad?" ”

Fan Yong muttered: "There is a wound to the heavens, there is a wound to the heavens!" ”

Boss Zhe has long seen this pedantic old man unpleasant: "Is it hurtful to the sky? If God really had long eyes, he shouldn't have let these animals live, uh no, they shouldn't have been born at all! ”

Fan Yong is pedantic but not stupid, he laughed: "The words are not rough, and the noble servants are also refreshing!" They are barbarians and dare to invade our Chinese state, and it is not a pity to die! It's the old man who is in the picture. ”

Fang Zhongyong suddenly said: "Listen, the sound of snow falling!" ”