Because of the existence of such an internal should be Qinggele, the little prince is well aware of the situation of the partial pass, knowing that there are less than 3,000 defenders here, and there are still great hidden dangers in the city.

Therefore, when he led the Chinese army to Guanxia and saw that the forward troops were only shooting with the defenders of the city with bows, he was still very dissatisfied. After only a little thought, he gave the order for a general attack: "Blow the trumpet for me and attack the city with all my might." Tonight, I will settle in this partial pass, and let the emperor of the Ming Kingdom become the new prisoner of my grassland! ”

As soon as the Great Khan gave the order, the horn suddenly sounded, and tens of thousands of Mongolian soldiers immediately clapped their horses and brandished their weapons to kill the city, and their momentum had increased several times compared to before, and the number of people who fired arrows towards the gate was nearly doubled.

Under such a dense rain of arrows, the hundreds of crossbowmen who closed down did not dare to show their bodies at all, so they could only hide behind the female wall and endure hardship. Lei Ming stepped forward even more decisively, leaned over the edge of the city wall, and sighed as he watched Zhengde, who was attacking by the Mongols, fall to the side of the wall, and roared in his mouth: "Your Majesty, please be careful, the Tartars have launched a general attack on my partial pass." There was tension in his tone.

After all, he was only a small commander, and he had never personally commanded such a large-scale battle before, especially when there was such a huge disparity in the strength of the enemy and us, his heart became more and more bottomless. However, his years in the military did not intimidate him from the danger in front of him, and after taking refuge in front of him, he quickly returned to the front, looking down at the approaching enemy army, muttering words and calculating the distance between them and the city walls.

After a while, Lei Ming's eyebrows suddenly raised, and he shouted loudly: "Zhang Qian, prepare the fire oil gold juice!" ”

"Yes!" A subordinate general agreed loudly and hurriedly made arrangements.

The cauldron that was originally covered by the lid was lifted, and suddenly a stench spread throughout the city, which made Zhengde and the people around him frown, and quickly covered their mouths and noses with their hands. But the sergeants had a light in their eyes, and they did not have the slightest dislike, but carried the cauldrons to the wall with arrows that kept flying up the city. Because they know that this is a weapon to defend the city and kill the enemy, and the more smelly it is, the greater its lethality.

Suddenly, the rain of arrows that kept shooting, and even the shield hand in front of him was a little unbearable, stopped, and the experienced thunder knew that this was a precursor to the enemy's charge, so he shouted loudly: "Zhang Qian, let me destroy the car below first!" ”

"Yes!" Zhang Qian immediately received the order, took the lead in putting a big spoon into the pot, scooped up the oil that had been boiled viscous, and just leaned over, with a wave of his hand, he poured the full spoonful of hot oil into the city. At the same time, the nearly 100 soldiers around him were also like him, constantly pouring spoonfuls of boiling oil down.

Suddenly, there was a terrible howl from below. The Mongol warriors who were bent on approaching Guancheng so as to make a great achievement in one fell swoop never dreamed that such a terrible thing would fall from the sky. The boiling oil quickly dispersed in the air, covering a radius of nearly a zhang, and it only took a few points to burn through the flesh and skin of a person, and the pain was worse than being shot by a bow and arrow. Moreover, it is more dense than a bow and arrow, and it is extremely difficult to dodge at all, so the Mongolian people can only temporarily retreat to avoid the edge.

But even so, because there were no worries about the Mongolian bows and arrows, the defenders of the city stood up, could see the direction and splash boiling oil, and still pursued the enemy relentlessly. At the same time, some of the crossbowmen who had been suppressed by the rain of arrows from the Mongols were unable to raise their heads, and they also returned to the pursuit of the enemy, and hundreds of arrows chased after the enemy below the city, killing them in all directions, so that they were not embarrassed.

Seeing that neither the boiling oil nor the arrows could be resisted by their own flesh and blood, the more than 2,000 Mongolian warriors who launched the charge quickly made a decision, and soon flashed behind the chariot that was still standing under the closed city.

They also saw the effect of the chariot just now, and knew that it was enough to resist the rain of arrows. And as long as they hold out for a while, when the arrows of the defenders at the head of the city are sparsely dropped, they can attack again.

There was nothing wrong with this idea itself, but they underestimated the ability of the Ming army to defend the city, and they only didn't move the more than ten obstructive cars because they wanted to have greater results. Now it's different, those more than 2,000 elite pioneers are enough to make them excited.

With an order, Zhang Qian and the others immediately concentrated their strength and poured the boiling oil in the pot towards those cars. However, the Mongols hiding behind them were unharmed, and even looked at the defenders of the city with some mockery, thinking that they were doing useless work.

But soon, these people couldn't laugh anymore. After knowing that the trucks had been filled with fuel, Lei Ming decisively gave the order: "Release the rocket!" Let's use this fire to tell the Tartar that I can't take it down casually! ”

As soon as the order was issued, the crossbowmen on the wall had already lit the arrows that had been prepared in turn, and then, by the afterglow of the setting sun in the west, took steady aim and released the arrows towards the row of carts.

......Hundreds of rockets dragged their whistling sounds through the air in beautiful arcs, landing precisely on the row of tall, immobile targets.

As soon as the wooden cart was touched by the flames, it suddenly burst into flames and turned into huge torches.

The torch burned only for a moment, and then it began to crumble, and finally, in a burst of exclamations from the people below, the first cart collapsed, and the burning wooden parts rained down on the people below.

Exclamations, screams suddenly rang out. Those Mongolian people didn't even come to the city to make this move, and before they made plans to retreat, the chariot that sheltered them became a powerful weapon to harvest their lives, and hundreds of soldiers were crushed and injured in this way, and some were ignited by the flames, running and rolling all the way, but in the end, more people around them were also ignited by the fire, causing greater casualties.

At the same time, the defenders of the city did not miss this great opportunity, and the arrows continued to pour down, shooting straight at the Mongolian people who were already in a mess and scurrying around like headless flies, shooting them one by one on the spot. In just a few moments, nearly half of the 2,000 vanguard elites who had been killed fell under the chariot, and the others turned their heads and ran backwards.

In front of them was a follow-up cavalry contingent that had long since stopped. Originally, according to the little prince's plan, he wanted them to first kill and entangle with the defenders, and then send a cavalry to assault, so as to attack the city in one fell swoop and take advantage of the omissions in the city to break the city. But in the end, what he saw was a big defeat, and after this blow, even the cavalry that should have been killed in the past did not dare to rush again.

Because they knew very well in their hearts that if they were on a horse, it would be more difficult for them to dodge the attack of the city head, so they still didn't step forward and die. It is precisely because of their decision that these clansmen who fled back were finally saved, otherwise the Ming army might be able to open the city and chase them out, and kill the people who had already lost their fighting spirit.

It's just that this scene made the little prince look pale, and the sword in his hand was about to be pulled out of the water. Although he also had a certain amount of preparation, he felt that this attack might not be able to really break the city, but he couldn't even touch the side of the city wall, but he lost nearly a thousand soldiers and horses, but it was also what he expected. Moreover, this embarrassing defeat was also an extremely serious blow to the morale of the entire army, so he had to start worrying about the next battle.

However, as a newly rising grassland overlord, the little prince Boyan Meng is not an idle person in the end, even if he was extremely annoyed, he still quickly calmed down, made the most accurate judgment, and issued the most appropriate order: "Withdraw the army, blow the trumpet!" ”

At this point, there is only one way to avoid the enemy's edge for the time being. Moreover, this can also leave a little face for the defeated army, so that others think that they gave the order to retreat when they saw the opportunity, rather than being killed by the enemy and fleeing in disarray.

Suddenly, a low horn sounded, and the Mongolian army, which had swept away with great momentum, began to retreat in an orderly manner, and after receiving the defeated soldiers and horses, they did not stop, and quickly retreated for a full twenty miles before setting up camp.

At this time, the sun was setting, and the heaven and earth had become a little dark, only the one that turned off the head, because the remains of the chariot had not yet burned and emitted a faint light, illuminating the nearly thousand corpses on the ground.

The defenders of the city burst into cheers after seeing tens of thousands of Tartars repulsed by the battle. Even Lei Ming's face showed a happy smile. At least today, he repelled the invading enemy, and killed and wounded nearly a thousand enemy soldiers in front of His Majesty, which is a real credit.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Zhengde on the side, and then saw that this son of heaven, who should have been equally excited, had a serious face, and looked thoughtfully at the dark Mongolian army camp in front of him, without seeing the joy of breaking behind the enemy.

"Your Majesty......" Seeing this, Lei Ming unconsciously beat a little drum in his heart, and he didn't know how Zhengde, who was still quite excited just now, became so serious. Could it be that he asked him to leave the city just now that caused Long Xin to be dissatisfied?

It wasn't until he heard the call that Zhengde came back to his senses from his contemplation, and a smile appeared on his face: "Mr. Lei Qian really commanded well, and I saw the merits of the soldiers in my eyes and wrote them down." ”

"Thank you for your majesty's praise, but why is your majesty so worried?" Lei Ming still cares about this.

Zhengde glanced outside the city again, and then sighed and said: "It can be seen that the leader of the Tartars knows how to use soldiers. Although he was repelled today, I am afraid that in the future, my bias will become more and more dangerous! That's what worries him.