The bows and arrows that flew from behind the wall and the arrows fired by the Han archers staggered in the air, and they passed by with a loud sound.

The Han soldiers carrying the giant tree rushed forward, they had no choice, only to rush to the river as soon as possible, put the wood on the river, in order to complete the task, it is possible to survive.

Arrows rained down, and the Han soldiers who raised the shield ran while desperately raising the shield high, protecting themselves and the soldiers who carried the wood around them, which was naturally very reluctant, and the shield was so big, how could it be possible to completely cover two people at the same time, and there were some omissions.

The sound of the ping pong arrow into the wooden shield, the sound of poofing into the flesh is also constant, the screams come and go, from time to time someone falls, the people who finish Yan Chenghei use heavy arrows, the arrows are in the shape of an inverted crescent, weighing two taels, shoot out with a large step bow, the power is huge, the leather armor worn by ordinary Mongolian Han soldiers is basically ineffective, as long as the shot is the penetration effect, even the thinner wooden shield can be shot through.

The Han soldiers who ran in front of them were instantly lost in half, but they did not delay the speed of the impact, and the shield hand running next to them immediately threw away their shields and took over the work of carrying the wood, keeping the giant wood continuing to approach the Jishui River quickly.

Behind the running Han soldiers, the archers in the distance stood a sparse human wall, aiming at the Jurchen soldiers who were shooting arrows on the wooden wall.

The Han soldiers archers have superb marksmanship, and there is no shortage of sharpshooters who wear Yang at a hundred paces, and they can still accurately shoot the heads on the wooden wall in the distance from a hundred paces, and the Han soldiers are outnumbered, and the number is far greater than that of the Jurchen archers on the wooden wall, which can easily suppress the wooden wall.

"Ahhh

With the screams, the soldiers with crossbows on the wooden wall were constantly shot down, the wooden wall is not high, and there is no female wall battlement to cover, standing on it is equivalent to a live target, when the Han soldiers archers began to suppress, there is no one standing on the wooden wall.

"Tie!" With a sound, an arrow was nailed to the wooden wall, far from the hole where Yan Chengsi shot the arrow, but a slap away, as long as it was a little accurate, it could shoot Wan Yan Chenghe.

"All down!" Wan Yan Chenghe's face did not change and shot an arrow on the bowstring, and then shouted behind him: "Stand down and throw!" Prepare your spears and knives and get ready to fight! ”

In front of him, countless giant tree trunks had been erected in the Jishui River, and the Mongolian and Han soldiers who had jumped through the silt on the riverside were braving arrows, running or climbing from the giant trees, wading through the Jishui, and the fastest people were still a few steps away from touching the wooden wall.

On the shore of Jishui, there were many Han soldiers lying down, the ground was full of feather arrows, and the wounded and struggling in the mud howled with miserable voices, but no one who was alive stood still, and they still charged forward without fear of death, and in the distance behind, the second wave of Han soldiers had already set off in the sound of drums.

Wanyan Chengji took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and turned around and jumped off the wooden wall, and a sharp arrow broke through the air from where he had just stood, and flew far behind, where he was gone.

Wanyan Chengsi turned his head to take a look, abandoned his bow to the ground, grabbed a spear, stood under the wooden wall, and said to the trumpeter beside him: "Blow the trumpet, prepare to fight!" ”

The trumpeter held a shield, and several sharp arrows with feathers on the tail were inserted in the shield, and when he heard the sound, he freed one hand and blew a few tunes very rhythmically.

All the Jurchen soldiers jumped down from the wooden wall, moved their dead comrades away, picked up their spears and knives, and pointed their blades above the wooden wall.

Arrows kept falling in the air, and the Han soldiers outside were also shooting, and the rain of arrows went over the wooden wall and fell behind, and some unlucky Jurchen soldiers were shot and fell to the ground screaming.

Wan Yan stood still behind the wooden wall, his eyes fixed on the top of the wooden wall, and in front of him, there were still some men with bows guarding the small hole in the wall, firing crossbows one arrow at the outside, and the arrows kept coming in from the small holes, knocking them to the ground.

The archery is too accurate, this is just a Han soldier, if it is replaced by an authentic Mongolian archer rider, will it be more difficult to deal with?

The Jurchen soldiers were completely suppressed in the confrontation with these Han soldiers, of course, there were reasons for the number of people, but the opponent's excellent accuracy was definitely the main factor that suppressed the timidity of the Jurchen archers.

It seems that there is only hand-to-hand combat.

The pride that rose in his heart after Yan Chenghe's victory yesterday was gone at this time, and he realized that yesterday was just a fluke in repelling the Mongol army with the power of firearms, and once the other party woke up and decided to attack with all his might, he was completely inadequate.

Hold on for three days? It seems like a problem every day.

There was a hot face for a while, and Wanyan Chenghei felt that it was too embarrassing, and it seemed that he couldn't fulfill the Haikou boasted by the eldest grandson.

Thinking of Changsun Hong, he immediately thought of Jiulong Angde, where are those heavy infantry brought by this Song man?

After Yan Chengsi turned around, he easily found them.

A thousand heavily armored and iron-helmeted infantrymen lined up twenty paces behind them, standing in a horizontal formation, each with a huge Mo knife blade, which looked terrifying.

The arrows of the Han soldiers were long arrows that were more long-range, which could break through the chain mail, but when they fell on the ghost pawns, they could not break the armor, which showed how thick these bulky-looking dark lumpy armor pieces were.

The ghost pawns all covered their faces with iron masks, and Wanyan Chenghei couldn't recognize which one of these ghost-faced people was Kowloon Angde, but he suddenly felt at ease for no reason.

It was as if with these heavily armored monsters behind him, the sense of security rose a few levels.

Wanyan Chenghei couldn't help but smile bitterly: When did the warriors of the Jin Kingdom need the Song people to strengthen their courage? Shouldn't it be the other way around?

But time didn't allow him to sigh, at the top of the wooden wall, under the arrows flying around, the first Han soldier had already shown his head.

Outside the wooden wall, the morale of the Han soldiers was high.

Liu Chongjin had completely let go of his heart, and the firearms that he had been worried about did not appear, and the Jurchen soldiers behind the wooden wall seemed to have no other means than desperately firing their bows and arrows.

The first wave of people in front of them had already rushed over the wooden trunks of the trees that were erected on the Jishui River and reached the base of the wooden wall.

On the wooden wall of two people, there were no Jurchen soldiers standing, and the Han soldiers set up human ladders and climbed the wall in relay.

The first Han soldier to climb up, as soon as his head emerged from the wall, a spear suddenly stabbed at him, and the tip of the spear plunged into the head of the Han soldier, stabbing people into the air.

The Han soldier screamed, planted the onion upside down like a piece of paper, and fell headfirst down into the water.

The Jurchen soldiers led by Wanyan Chengsi lined up several rows under the wooden wall, such as Lin's long knives and spears poking at the front, as long as the head popped out, there were several weapons beckoning over, like whack-a-mole, slashing the head with guns and knives.

But as soon as there were many people popping up on the wall, it was a bit chaotic.

(End of chapter)