October 22, 11th year of Jianxing

Early in the morning, Hai Linbao attacked again.

He and Xu Shiyang both knew very well that whether or not they could capture the dock fort, this would be the last attack.

In several battles, Hai Linbao's true Jurchen lost more than 100, Han Mouke lost more than 300, only half of the unarmored Jurchen slave soldiers remained, and the newly captured slaves only had more than 1,000 to use, and half of them were still women who could not go to the battlefield.

Therefore, no matter how unwilling Hai Linbao is, this is the last time.

Because he no longer has the strength to organize the next offensive.

Mok Proudhun raised his head and looked at the dock wall a mile and a half away with some fear, the enemy on the opposite side was not idle yesterday, although they gave up the low wall under the city, they repaired the battlements that were blown up at the top of the dock wall a lot, and even if they were not repaired, they covered them with thick planks.

As a veteran warrior, Proudhun knew very well that in the face of such fortifications, their most relied on bows and arrows could only play a suppressive role, and could not cause a large number of casualties to cause the collapse of the enemy army.

If they can win, then in the end, it will be the Dajin warriors who will climb to the top of the city and fight to defeat the militia on the opposite side.

Proudhun felt that with the combat effectiveness shown by the opposite side in the past few days, even if everything went well, the Dajin Warriors would have to fold another 100 people.

It's a loss-making deal!

Proudhun felt that Hai Linbao was already crazy, otherwise how could he make up his mind to fight to the end?

In the last row of the Jin army's ranks, Hai Linbao shouted loudly:

"Those who are the first to dock on the wall today will be rewarded with 100 taels of silver! 20 pieces of satin! 5 Han women! BMW: 1 horse! Break through this siege, and all the proceeds will go to you slaves, and I will take nothing from my master! ”

"It's a lot of reward, but you have to have a life." Pu Luhun sighed secretly: "Moreover, it is strange that the master of Fu Shilie will not kill you after going back this time!" ’

"Today, if the Han people take a step back, the Jurchens will be beheaded! Those who take a step back from the Jurchens will be killed by Ben Meng'an! If you don't break through this fence, no one is allowed to take a step back! Offensive! ”

After shouting, Hai Linbao took 20 Jurchen armor soldiers as a supervising team, forcing the Jurchens, traitor soldiers, slave soldiers and slaves in front to escort one layer at a time and move forward slowly.

Xu Shiyang was still standing on the top of the west wall of the dock fort, looking at the enemy coldly.

Since it was the final blow, of course, we had to do our best, and the Tartars on the opposite side didn't even divide their troops to contain them, obviously concentrating all the forces that could be gathered at hand to attack the West Gate.

It's just ......, it's just wonderful!

Tartar completely ignored the field combat ability of the Dingyuan battalion, thinking that Xu Shiyang could only defend!

This is an absolutely fatal mistake.

"Xie Bao, Xu Da, Xu Er."

"In!"

"The subordinates are here!"

"The three of you will take the three squadrons of the Dingyuan Battalion out of the north gate, and after an hour of fighting here, you will attack and outflank the back road of the Tartars." Xu Shiyang ordered: "If you see Xu Shiliu outside, call him along." Even if he doesn't come, you have to attack yourself. ”

"Castle Master, this is too dangerous!" Xie Bao immediately persuaded: "Let's all stay here, as long as we resist this wave, we will win, there is no need to take any more risks!" ”

"No! I want to win! I'm going to annihilate the Tartars! Xu Shiyang said: "If the Tartars don't suffer a big loss, they will only treat us as a table again and again!" We must show momentum and let the Tartars know that they are powerful! ”

What's more, until now, Xu Shiyang found that his biggest advantage was that the enemy was not familiar with gunpowder weapons, so he was caught off guard several times and suffered heavy losses.

If this group of Tartars is allowed to go back to a part, they will definitely pay attention to this problem next time, and at that time, Xu Shiyang will have a major reliance.

"Don't persuade any more! I've made up my mind! Prepare now! ”

……

This time, the Tartar went slightly faster than the last attack.

Because most of the wooden cannons in Xu Shiyang's hands have been consumed, there are not many gunpowder weapons in reserve.

He had to be economical and use his most powerful firepower where it mattered most.

According to the estimation of the good results of the second round of heavy firepower in the last battle, Xu Shiyang believed that the best design effect of the wooden cannon against the Tartar shield car was about 10 steps.

So this time, Xu Shiyang simply gritted his teeth and allowed the enemy to approach to about 10 steps before ordering to fire.

Boom Boom!

This time, only 8 Mark 2s were involved in the shooting, destroying 3 shield vehicles as expected.

In addition, there were some slaves who pushed the shield cart, who could not bear the miserable situation of their companions around them, and fled in all directions.

The Tartars who oversaw the battle fired a wave of light arrows, killing about 20 of the fugitives, while the others fled.

The Tartars then forced the slaves or traitors behind them to fill in and continued to push the shield carts forward.

Just like last time, the shield cart was pushed directly into the trench, and Xu Shiyang's trench that was not wide enough was filled in an instant.

But this time it was a little different from the last time, behind the first row of shield cars, there was also a row of shield cars.

The Tartars filled the back of the shield cart with the bodies of the dead in front of them and the bags of earth carried by the slaves, forming a smooth path.

During this period, the militia who replaced the Dingyuan battalion as the main defensive force fired hundreds of arrows with soft bows, killing about 30 or 40 unarmored slaves.

The Jurchen soldiers also fired back hundreds of arrows a little farther away, and the militia also fell one by one on the wall.

However, at this time, the morale of the 153 Tun militia was quite high, they had already repelled the Tartars many times, and many people thought that this time would not be an exception, many people were bold enough to stand outside the anti-arrow hangers and wooden shields, braving the rain of arrows to shoot at the enemy, they suffered the heaviest casualties, but they still shouted in unison to shoot at the enemy.

However, the lethality of the soft bow arrows was not enough, and the Tartars had managed to fill a long trench, and then the second row of shield carts continued to advance, and the bows and arrows of the militia immediately lost their effect.

"Prepare 10,000 enemies!"

Xu Shiyang commanded loudly:

"Remember, don't lean out!"

It's not always a good thing to be brave, and it's probably more important to be calm.

The experience of the last time was too painful not to learn from it.

Three, two, one!

Push!

More than a dozen enemies were pushed out of the middle of the battlements - they weren't used to smash people anyway, so why did they have to throw them out?

There is also a layer of rattan frame on the outside of the 10,000 enemies in the clay pot, which is wrapped and tied with hemp rope to prevent some of the ammunition that is too long and does not explode quickly from shattering.

Once the 10,000 enemies explode properly, the power generated by a pound of black powder is enough to completely destroy the shield cart of the Tartars, and after the clay pot is broken, the effect on the unarmored enemy is equivalent to self-forging fragments, and the lethality and killing range are very considerable.

The second row of shield carts instantly fell into a sea of flames, turning into countless fragments and burning wreckage.

Slaves, slave soldiers, and some traitors were dying in the flames, and their miserable howls rang through the sky.

Xu Shiyang and Hai Linbao are both satisfied with such a scene.

The former was proud of the fact that the enemy had suffered heavy losses once again, and had destroyed all the shield vehicles. The latter was also secretly pleased that the defenders had consumed a lot of gunpowder with just some cannon fodder.

Now, it's time to play the last hole cards.