The Xining Army's tactics of coordinated operations are not a battle formation, and there is no tacit division of labor between the soldiers, as long as the movements of each other are in tune with each other, just like a large-scale group gymnastics performance, what is required is uniformity, and there are no strict requirements in terms of numbers.

Coordinated operations, just rely on the advantage of numbers, so that the opponent has no time to defend, there is no fixed number in the number, eleven people are ten general weapons, eight people are eight weapons, as long as there is no problem in coordination, it is still a complete collective.

But in just one round, his side was killed and wounded, which made Zhou Bin secretly surprised that the Mongols were still so strong, even if they left the horse.

The two Mongol soldiers were forced to retreat, and the battlements near the parapet wall were blocked, but the soldiers behind could not get up, so they had to wait on the wooden ladder.

Seeing the blood stains on the Mongolian soldiers, the soldiers did not increase their fear, on the contrary, they seemed to understand that these wolf-like barbarians are also flesh and blood, and under the sword, they will also bleed and even die, as long as the speed of the sword and gun is fast enough.

The new battle was even more tragic, as long as the Mongol soldiers did not leave the city, the Xining soldiers would never give up, this time the Mongol soldiers learned to be obedient, they did not rush forward, but used the city wall to protect their backs.

In this way, their scimitars had scruples, and they no longer dared to enter the Xining army group to rush and kill, and after leaving two new wounds, they crawled out of the battlements in a panic.

Zhou Bin frowned, the battle had just begun, and the soldiers died, and they were fighting more and less, giving full play to the power of coordinated operations, if the two sides were fighting alone...... He really didn't dare to think about it anymore, so he paused, bent down, stretched out his finger and probed in front of the nose of the fallen soldier, then shook his head and said, "Take it down!" ”

The soldiers dragged the corpse down the city, two of the four wounded soldiers were seriously injured and went down to rest together, while the two lightly wounded soldiers were simply bandaged by their companions to stop the bleeding and still held on to the city.

The two sides began a new round of tug-of-war, the Xining soldiers occupied a favorable position on the inside of the city wall, and forced the Mongol soldiers on the wooden ladder down again and again, but it was difficult to kill the enemy, the soldiers saw the fighting power of the Mongols, and in any case, they could not be allowed to climb to the top of the city.

The Mongol soldiers did not seem to suffer many casualties, and they had a psychological advantage in hand-to-hand combat with the Han Chinese, and the attacks became more and more violent, and the Xining soldiers did not dare to be careless.

He was now in the middle of a stone weighing thirty or forty pounds, and with his arms crossed, he struggled to lift it, and saw a Mongolian soldier climbing the wooden ladder and smashed it hard.

The stone smashed on the shield of the Mongolian soldier, and its own weight and momentum made it difficult for the Mongolian soldier to bear it, and it was on the wooden ladder, and his footing was unstable, and he immediately fell from the wooden ladder.

Ma Pole shouted excitedly: "Hit, I hit, Dog Day Mongols, tell you to come and rob our things......" turned around and went to carry the stones again.

The walls of the triangle city are too short, a zhang high, the Mongols only need to go up the wooden ladder, a fart time can climb the city, with stones to resist the enemy, the effect is really not good, often the stones have not been thrown out, the Mongols have begun to climb the city wall.

But in addition to the stones, the Xining soldiers really have nothing to do, on long-distance strikes, bows and arrows are the best weapons to defend the city, but unfortunately, this is precisely their shortcomings, not to mention the head, even the strength is also insufficient, in front of the Mongolian shields wrapped in raw cowhides, it is almost a waste of effort, even worse than a waste of effort, it is purely a waste of arrows.

Although the efficiency of the stones is lower, there are still some gains, but the wooden ladder of the Mongols is extremely short, and if it is not hit, even if it falls from the wooden ladder, there will be no serious casualties, and they will start a new attack by patting the dirt on the buttocks.

The hemp pole moved a stone again, this time smaller, about twenty catties, because there were two soldiers holding knives on the right side, and he came to the left side of the battlement, at this time the Mongolian soldiers on the wooden ladder were only halfway up, and it was the best time to throw the stones, and he struggled to lift the stones above his head, wanting to increase the momentum with the help of height, at such a height, even if he smashed on the shield, the Mongolian soldiers were very likely to fall off the wooden ladder, "If you break your arms, legs and feet!" He muttered silently in his heart.

"Hemp stalk, be careful!"

Late, just as the hemp pole lifted the stone above his head like a weightlifter, his body was completely exposed to the battlement, and the Mongolian soldiers on the wooden ladder found that although his scimitar could not reach the hemp pole, in a hurry, he threw the scimitar in his hand at the hemp pole.

The scimitar shot straight into the chest of the hemp pole with a strong wind, and the stone in the hand of the hemp pole had not yet been thrown, and he was powerless to resist at all, and he watched the scimitar fly towards him, cutting into the flesh, and making a "flutter" sound.

The two were only four or five feet apart, and the Mongolian soldiers did their best, although the hemp pole was protected by Mingguang armor, the scimitar was still broken, and only half of the blade was exposed.

He only felt a hard blow to his chest, and then there was a sharp pain, and he didn't have time to look at it, so he struggled to throw the stone in his hand.

But his arm was no longer obedient, his body shook twice in the wind, and in the moment when everyone was stunned, the arm of the hemp pole bent and hung down weakly.

The stone held above his head, impartially, smashed right on the head of the hemp stick, slid forward, struck the knife in his chest, flew along the battlement without hesitation, flew to the bottom of the city, and knocked the equally stunned Mongol soldier down the wooden ladder before he came to a steady stop on the ground.

"Ah......h

The pod exhaled the breath of the last moment of life, fell straight on his back, turned over and was silent, the original scimitar stabbed in the chest, the wound was directly below the heart, not fatal, but the knife edge was facing up, and he was hit by a stone, which was equivalent to the contact between the back of the knife and the Mingguang armor as the fulcrum, the handle of the knife was down, the blade was up, and an arc was drawn, which happened to pierce the heart.

"Hemp Pole ......"

Zhou Bin hurriedly came over, checked it in person, shook his head helplessly, and shouted, "Quick, block the battlement, and don't let the Mongols of the dog day attack the city!" ”

"Yes," said the little flag officer, who had been in charge of the battlement, shouted loudly, glaring at his blood-red eyes, "Brothers, kill the robbers, kill, kill, kill, kill ......."

"Kill, kill, kill......"

The soldiers responded and ran to the battlement, where they fought with the Mongols.

Blood, like cheap mineral water, had long since stained the battlement black, but the soldiers on both sides, before they were given the order to retreat, looked like red-eyed roosters.

The blood stains on the faces of the Mongol soldiers were even worse, maybe their wounds were not more serious than those of the Xining army, at the head of the city, the blood was flowing down the air, which made the Mongols look more hideous, but it didn't matter, when the Xining army was fighting fiercely, there was no time to look at their faces, the soldiers just understood that the battlements were the dividing line between the two sides, and the Mongols must not be allowed to cross this dividing line again.

After another fierce battle for more than an hour, it was already noon, the Mongols finally sounded the low horn, the sound of "whimpering", for the soldiers on both sides, is the sound of heaven, especially the Xining army, when the Mongols left the city wall and retreated beyond the range of bows and arrows, the soldiers who had just fought collapsed to the ground one by one, and did not even want to eat lunch.

Zhou Bin silently stared at the Mongolian soldiers five hundred steps away, they were holding beef and mutton jerky in one hand and a kettle in the other, and gnawed on the jerky with clear water, "These Mongols are really her mother's beasts, and they don't wipe the blood on their faces...... If the brothers all have long weapons in their hands, how can they tolerate such arrogance on the dog's day? ”

He knew that this was only a short subsidence, and that after lunch, the Mongol attacks would increase in intensity, and if they did not withdraw their troops, "get up quickly, and while the Mongols are retreating, hurry up and wash and eat!" ”

The firefighters had already sent white-flour steamed buns and fragrant broth to the city, but the soldiers who fought fiercely just now didn't want to move as if they had been collectively lit acupoints, and what they wanted to do most now was to sleep well, maybe when they woke up, those brothers who had been killed and injured could appear in front of them alive again.

The seriously wounded soldiers have been carried down the city, except for a small number of sentry spies who stayed at the head of the city to monitor the Mongols, most of the soldiers have eaten, Zhou Bin patted the soldiers on the ground, pulled them up one by one, and threw them in front of the firefighters, "Just like you bears, look at the Mongols, no wonder your combat effectiveness is not as good as theirs." ”

"My lord......" A soldier was a little unconvinced, in the morning battle, he cut at least two Mongolian soldiers, but seeing Zhou Bin's gaze, the second half of the sentence swallowed raw, and said: "Subordinate...... My subordinates really can't eat it! ”

"Brother, I know that you are on the battlefield for the first time, and you have met the Mongols, who can keep the Mongols out of the city, everyone is good, we are worthy of the military salary issued to the adults," Zhou Bin came over and patted him on the shoulder, and patted the dirt off his body, "Brother, the first time you see blood, people will always be a little uncomfortable, just get used to it, remember, we are all soldiers, it is our duty to go into battle to kill the enemy, go, eat, get some broth to moisten our throats first!" ”

Only then did the soldier realize that his throat had already dried up, but the Mongols had been attacking the city, and he didn't have time to drink water, and he didn't even notice that his throat was dry, "Yes, my lord, my subordinates understand, and my subordinates will go to eat, and when they are full, they will have the strength to fight with this group of Mongolian robbers!" ”

"That's right, the Mongols are not dead yet, we still have to fight!"

Lunch and rest, a total of only half an hour, Zhou Bin patrolled along the north and east of the city, all the soldiers who participated in the defense of the city in the morning were withdrawn, replaced with another small flag to guard the battlements, but as a reserve soldier, including the two small flags in his hand, did not use, the adults did not know when the reinforcements would be sent, whether the Mongols would continue to consume, he had no bottom in his heart, and did not dare to throw all the soldiers into it for the time being.

The battle in the afternoon still began with the rain of arrows from the Mongols, and the Xining army at the head of the city was once again suppressed behind the city wall, barely maintaining its presence at the head of the city with the help of the cover of the city wall and shield.

Zhou Bin was at the closest point to the head of the city, just outside the range of the Mongols, he was thinking about when the Mongols would start attacking the city, but a soldier ran over with a "knock knock", "My lord, the Mongols are transporting stones to the city wall, I don't know what to do?" ”

"Transporting stones?" He was taken aback, could it be that the Mongols were going to change their strategy?