The auxiliary soldiers of the Song Ministry of Culture were not equipped with rifles, and their usual training was still based on physique and hand-to-hand combat. [No pop-ups. 】

As a large number of rolling stones and trees were thrown down, the Mongols fell down from the ladder one after another, and the gunners of the Mandate of Heaven took advantage of this opportunity to turn their guns and lock on them as targets, "Damn Mongols, you also have this time today?" ”

A pot of boiling hot oil poured down can often solve the problem of the entire Mongols on the ladder, they are so hot that they scream, crying for their fathers and mothers, and they don't forget to talk about it: these despicable Han dogs will use these sneak attack tricks, and we have the ability to fight outside the city......

Song Wen saw the Mongols scolding, his heart was on fire, and he shouted angrily: "Use rockets, burn them!" ”

The archery skills of the auxiliaries are really not very good, even if they stand on flat ground, their strength is not comparable to that of the Mongolian cavalry on horseback, whether it is strength or accuracy.

The ladder was okay, it burned naturally against the city wall, and the Mongolian soldiers who were on fire on their bodies shouted while running, driving the wind, and they were soon surrounded by fire, and the high temperature scorched them, and even the leather armor on their bodies was on fire.

However, on their bodies, the oil soaked into the leather armor and underwear, even with the help of their companions, when the fire is completely extinguished, there are always a few places on their bodies that are completely ripe, in addition, the skin and muscles are burned and scalded in large areas, even if they can save their lives, it is also temporary, without good medicine, they will never live for three days.

Kill 1,000 enemies and lose 800 yourself!

Looking at the corpses on the head of the city and the soldiers rolling on the ground in pain, Song Wen's heart was like a knife, but he still stood silently under the flag of the Kyushu Army.

People are in the city!

He originally wanted to be annihilated, but it was unrealistic to think about it, there were too many Mongols outside the city, and if he could repel them, he would be satisfied.

The battle is once again at a stalemate, and the two sides enter a tug-of-war, a war of attrition.

Whenever the situation was in crisis, the gunners also turned their guns and prioritized shooting the Mongol swordsmen who were besieging the city.

Although the heart hurts, Kadang City must be taken, this is the only way to the big grass beach.

With the nature of the Mongols, they will definitely slaughter the city at that time, and the Mongols have suffered such a great loss outside the city, how can Lin Dan Khan rest under his anger?

Song Wen changed the strategy of defending the city, no longer aiming to kill and injure the Mongols, but to reduce the intensity of attrition, delay the speed of casualties, and must hold out until the arrival of reinforcements from the Grand Ducido.

Lin Dan Khan saw that there was no hope of breaking the city for a while, and after attacking for more than two hours, before it was nearly noon, he took the initiative to withdraw his army.

He sat on a rock, his back against the wall, nibbling on a white-flour steamed bun while drinking a hot soup, and although the broth was as delicious as ever, he didn't feel the slightest feeling, as if he was chewing a marshmallow.

Song Wen raised his distracted eyes, pondered for a moment, shook his head, and said, "No, I have to personally monitor the Mongols!" ”

Song Wen felt much cooler, took two bites, swallowed the white flour steamed buns, and drank up the broth.

The soldiers who shielded him from the sun did not notice Song Wen's abnormality, and he muttered: "Strange, why did the Mongols retreat so early today?" Can't they bear the pain of casualties? ”

The soldier was about to say something more, but his companion hurriedly waved his hand at him and pointed at Song Wen again.

Lin Dan Khan outside the city, was chewing dried mutton, his face was so gloomy that he could drip water, he originally wanted to scold the commander of the front command of the battle, but he thought about it or held back, the Han people in the city, the combat effectiveness is really good, and they can rely on the city wall, even if they are replaced, it is difficult to break the city in a hurry.

The corners of Lin Danha's mouth showed a rare smile, and his chin moved, and a strand of long beard also fluttered in the wind, perhaps...... You can take the city today!

These warriors are the capital for him to dominate the grassland in the future, and after the defeat of Guihua City, the tribes around him have decreased sharply, and the warriors are particularly valuable.

Lin Dan Khan threw the last small piece of mutton jerky in his palm into his mouth, licked the greasy stain on his fingers with his tongue, and then patted off the food residue on his hand, "Pass the order, rest for half an hour, and after half an hour, start attacking the city, this time, continue to attack, I want to spend the night in the city!" ”

The herald was overjoyed, the city that was killed by the day was finally going to belong to the Mongols, and he promised to hurry to spread the will of the Great Khan everywhere.

Although they have not been able to capture the city, and their morale is a little low, the Great Khan assured them that as long as they take the city, all the troops will have a three-day holiday, and the property and women in the city will be taken!

The Mongol soldiers were like duck blood, and the loss of the morning had long been swept away, and the sword soldiers and archers rushed to Kadang City like a tsunami, and even Lin Dan Khan, who supervised the battle, was less than a thousand steps away from the city wall.

But in order to prolong the time of defending the city, he still did not plan to let the resting 200 gunners participate in the battle: it is a big deal to let all the auxiliaries go up!

Song Wen was forced to fight, except for the 200 lightly wounded gunners, all the soldiers who could hold weapons went to the city.

In long-range strikes, the Mongols had already gained the upper hand, and for a time their morale was high.

The danger has not been lifted, and it may reappear at any time!

"Reserves, up!" Song Wen's waist knife swung into the sky, he had already played the last card, this was already the final decisive battle, if he didn't succeed, he would become a benevolent!

The morale of the Mandate of Heaven was also greatly boosted, but it only lasted for a short time, there were too many Mongols, they were not afraid of death, and they had the cover of bows and arrows, and the speed of rifle fire was still not as fast as the Mongols climbing.

Song Wenda stared at his blood-red eyes, waved his knife and shouted: "The reinforcements of the Grand Governor are about to arrive, brothers, as long as you resist this wave...... Kill ......"

The pro-soldiers automatically divided more than half to join the battle group, leaving only three or four soldiers to stay by their side to guard.

"One step forward, live, one step back, die!"