Zhou Bin approached the city wall and looked out of the city, the Mongols had already put away their bows and arrows and piled them up in the open space where they had settled, except for Bayar, who had been pressing the last battle, they were almost evenly divided into two groups, and it seemed that they were going to attack the city from the north and east at the same time.

He divided his soldiers into three groups, except for leaving two small flags by his side, the remaining eighteen small flags were evenly distributed to the north and east of the city, and six small flags were used to guard the city in each group, and three small flags were used as reserves, ready to reinforce at any time.

Zhou Bin didn't know what the combat effectiveness of these Mongolian cavalry was, he couldn't throw all the soldiers out at once, in case of danger in a certain place, there was still a chance to remedy.

In the past few days, the Mongols have been throwing arrows at the head of the city, and the casualties of the soldiers are not light, at least twelve small flags have been killed or wounded by soldiers, and now is not the time to fight desperately, the wounded soldiers are resting under the city, so most of the small flags are dissatisfied.

"Uh......h Woo......"

The sound of the horn was a little muffled, but in the ears of the Mongol soldiers, it was the most passionate melody, and they jumped off their horses one by one, threw the reins of the horses, and in groups of several people, picked up the wooden ladders that had been temporarily tied with rattan for the past few days, and rushed to the city wall with a shout.

"Shoot the arrows!"

Zhou Bin personally commanded the battle at the east gate, so that he could take care of the south gate, and as for the west gate, the triangle city was built by water, and the Mongols had no way to start.

The Mongols rushed forward to the city wall one by one, which was the best opportunity for the Xining army to counterattack, although the accuracy and strength of the arrows were difficult to meet the requirements of the soldiers, but to kill one by one, the number of Mongolian cavalry was not much, if they suffered too many casualties, they might retreat.

The Mongol soldiers outside the city did not return fire, they carried a wooden ladder in one hand, and removed the shield hanging from their waists in the other, raised it above their heads, and rushed to the city wall without hesitation.

"I shot, I shot, the Mongols of the dog day......" A soldier at the head of the city danced and pointed ahead with his right hand.

Zhou Bin followed the direction of his finger and looked, sure enough, a Mongolian soldier fell to the ground, covering his forehead with his hands, because of the continuous rolling, blocking the path of the soldiers behind, but the Mongolian soldiers behind did not stop to bandage his wounds, just bypassed him and continued to move forward, as if the wounded soldier had never known him.

"Ma Pole, good job, when the Mongols are defeated, I will personally go to you to ask for credit, you say, what kind of small flag officer, or silver?"

"My lord," Ma Pole stopped dancing, but scratched his hair with his hand, and smiled: "I want silver, my father said that if I have silver, I can marry Xing'er." ”

"Okay, when the battle is over, I will personally take the silver to Xing'er's house to propose marriage to you, and promise you to marry Xing'er home, now, to fight the Mongols hard, as long as you defeat the Mongols, you will have everything!"

"Yes, sir!" The hemp pole answered, and an arrow was placed on the bowstring and aimed at the Mongols outside the city.

Outside the east city gate, the Mongols prepared a total of three wooden ladders, which were exactly the same as the Ming siege weapon, the cloud ladder, in the same form, but much shorter, and tied with rattan, and not too strong.

When the Mongols gave up their horses and began to attack the city, they had already given up all their advantages, no horses, no speed, and even bows and arrows could not shoot, and now the soldiers on both sides began to contact, if there was a rain of arrows, which side of the soldiers suffered more casualties, no one can say.

But the Ming army did not give up its advantages, the cover of the city wall, the condescending position, everything that could be used, the soldiers would never give up, in the face of war, there was no gentleman, only the result, unless the time returned to the Spring and Autumn Period, and one of the two sides of the enemy was Song Xianggong.

In less than a cup of tea, the Mongol soldiers, with two casualties, had already approached the city wall, leaned on the simple wooden ladder against the city wall, without the slightest hesitation and without observing the situation on the city, they quickly climbed up along the wooden ladder.

The Mongols put their strongest combat strength in the first wave, hoping to take advantage of the unstable defense line of the Xining army to tear a hole first, as long as they climbed to the top of the city, with the fighting power of the Mongols, it would be a massacre.

They don't have to worry about the Ming army running away, there are no war horses, even if they let them run out of a mile or two, they will inevitably be stabbed in the back.

Arrows are not the strong point of the Xining army, and at this time in close combat, it is even more difficult to play a role, the Mongols are protected in front with shields, and the body is a double layer of leather armor, if the strength is not enough, it cannot be penetrated at all.

Or the stones are more effective, but Zhou Bin is not fully prepared, most of the stones are small, when thrown to the wooden ladder, although the shield is smashed "dong dong" straight sound, like a drum, but the damage to the Mongols is not great, except for the nervousness and carelessness at the beginning, a few Mongolian soldiers fell off the wooden ladder, and there is almost no effect in the future.

When the Mongols noticed that they were throwing small rocks like mud, they immediately felt insulted: "You Han dogs, are you playing house?" Can you push harder? ”

"Kill, kill the robbers!" The chief flag officer personally rushed to the battlements of the parapet wall and, like the Mongol ten-commander, fought on the front line.

"Kill the robbers!"

The soldiers rushed to the battlements one after another, but there was a city wall to block it, and there were too many people to exert it, and the numerical advantage could not be transformed into effective combat effectiveness at all, and the soldiers behind could not help at all, and even the shadow of the Mongols could not be seen.

However, there is also an advantage to having more people, the louder the shouting and killing, the less time the soldiers have to think, and there is no fear, just like a group fight, there are people in front of them, and the people behind can't see the situation clearly, just rush forward, anyway, the most dangerous person is not himself.

When the Mongols approached the battlements, they were basically one-on-two, or even one-on-one, and fought with the Xining army alone.

These nomads who have lived on horseback since childhood, even if they give up riding and shooting, their combat effectiveness is still beyond the imagination of the Xining soldiers.

After less than a quarter of an hour of stalemate, the attack in the middle went awry, and one of the Mongol soldiers, perhaps their commander of the Ten, was defeated despite the fact that his feet were very unstable on the rattan-bound wooden ladder, although he only exposed his upper body from the battlement, and despite facing the two Xining soldiers on the right and left of the battlement.

Taking advantage of the gap left by the opponent's retreat, he held the knife in his right hand and the daughter wall with his left hand, jumped and went to the city.

Zhou Bin saw that the situation was critical, and hurriedly withdrew the soldiers defending the city, let the small flag that was in a state of readiness behind him go up, and shouted: "Coordinate the battle!" ”

This small flag has long been ready to fight, and the ten ordinary weapons are already hot in the palm of their hands, and the small flag officer gave an order, and the eleven people rushed to the battlement in an arc-shaped queue.

The Mongolian soldier at the battlement did not take the initiative to attack, he just used his body to protect the battlement, not to let the Xining army approach, at this time, another Mongolian soldier climbed up to the top of the city, the two stood side by side, their legs slightly bent, their hands spread, and the scimitar in their right hand emitted a cold cold light under the sunlight.

They were waiting, maybe for the Xining army to get closer, maybe for more Mongols to climb to the top of the city.

But the Xining soldiers at the head of the city did not wait, they knew that the longer the time, the more Mongol soldiers would climb up to the top of the city, and the more difficult it would be to clean up.

Zhou Bin, who was standing behind, was already extremely nervous at this time, and his right hand unconsciously put on the hilt of the knife at his waist, if he could not drive the two Mongol soldiers off the city, the defense line would most likely collapse in the first wave of Mongol attacks.

If you have a geographical advantage and can't resist the Mongol offensive, then you will be fighting in the city...... He couldn't even think about it, could it be that the Mongols really had such a strong fighting power? Are their own soldiers really vulnerable?

If it was the previous Xining Wei, Zhou Bin definitely didn't have the confidence to defend the city, even if he added two hundred more soldiers, but after Xining changed, he had done his best, and the soldiers could also train strictly, could it be that the sweat of these times was in vain?

No, he absolutely didn't believe it.

Although the soldiers had not been trained on the battlefield, he was really unwilling to be defeated by the Mongols so easily.

At this time, he didn't think that once the city was broken, what would happen to himself and these soldiers, and what would happen to the people in the city who trusted them, if they couldn't defend the triangle city, he and his brothers would be the waste of this world, and they wouldn't have to waste food in vain.

Just when Zhou Bin was thinking about it, the Xining army had already pounced, and in the midst of shouts, slashing, chopping, stabbing, pointing, swords, swords, and shadows, chaotic but neat, were completely in accordance with the usual training moves.

Under the shouts of the small flag officer, the soldiers all gave up the guard, the weapons in their hands were all attack, and if they did not succeed, they became benevolent, and the Mongols attacked the city, and they had no way to retreat.

The two Mongol soldiers seemed stunned for a moment, but they did not retreat either, but met them side by side.

The duel between the two sides, at this moment, the combat effectiveness, martial arts, numbers, types of weapons, etc., are meaningless, and the two sides are only competing with instinct: courage, confidence and disregard for death!

"Ding...... Bite...... Woohoo......"

When the metal hits each other, it pierces through all kinds of armor and penetrates the flesh.

The soldiers on both sides are attacking more and defending less, especially the Xining army, which almost completely gave up the defense, such a competition, injuries are inevitable, this is a battlefield, not a samurai duel, casualties are inevitable.

A scimitar slashed the neck of the Xining soldier, the artery ruptured, and the blood was like a dark red soft sword, which immediately sprayed wildly to the side and upward, spraying the "culprit" all over his face with blood, and the wounded soldier covered the wound with his hand, trying to stop the bleeding, but the blood still flowed down their fingers to the crook of their arm, and fell to the ground again.

Four other soldiers were injured, but fortunately they were not serious, but there was blood on the wounds.

None of the two Mongol soldiers survived, with blood stains on their shoulders, chests, abdomen, and even backs, but they did not fall and the injuries should not be too serious.

No one paid attention to the injured Xining soldier who fell to the ground, and the two sides began the next round of hand-to-hand combat.