In early spring, the sky is cold and the sun is weak, and the wind is like a knife.

Dongwuling sits between the canyons, cross-rails official roads, huge stones are piled up, and the walls are thick.

Tens of thousands of rebels rebelled after the pass, and 3,000 veterans of the Pingyang regiment under the pass.

"Can you have faith?"

Li Shangquan walked in front of the three thousand elites and asked?

"Yes, yes, yes."

Three thousand people roared in unison, the sound shook the sky, and the valley echoed.

These 3,000 elites are Tang Xidong's sharp knives, and today's siege, Li Shangquan relied on them to go through several battles and be proficient in firearms to attack the city.

"Kill, gouge through this city!"

Li Shangquan drew his knife, and the light of the knife shone in the daylight.

The three thousand veterans instantly changed formations, with sword and shield men in front and musketeers behind, and the artillery teams were divided on both sides.

"Look at your comrades in front of you, open your eyes and show me carefully, fighting will bleed and die, but the more afraid you are of death, the faster you will die, you can only live if you can fight, you won't fight, maybe today or tomorrow maybe you will have to say goodbye to your parents, wife and children forever, look carefully, this is three thousand veterans who use their lives to teach you how to survive on the battlefield."

Li Shangquan turned to look at the neatly arranged new army behind him and roared loudly.

Only by setting an example, going to the battlefield, shedding blood, and sacrificing one's life can we train an iron army!

Battles are fought a lot, and only when you see more can you not be afraid, and only then can you learn to be fearless.

"Step, step, step ......"

With the sound of a neat trumpet, 3,000 people approached the pass.

The three thousand troops were not much, but they were too neat and resolute, and on the city wall, looking at the enemy troops pressing under the city again, many people began to get nervous, began to tremble, and began to pull and breathless.

The shouts of killing are often not frightening, but the silence can.

"Shield!"

"Wow!"

"Forward!"

"Tread"

"Tread"

"Tread"

……

Two hundred steps

One hundred and fifty steps

"Stop"

"Step!"

"Aim!"

In the city, the king's pupils constricted.

The enemy army under the city again was obviously very different from the previous one, and the three thousand men gathered together, like a mountain toppling down.

The enemy is just out of range of the bow and arrow, and if the arrow is only shot from the city, even if it can be shot, it will have already lost its strength.

It's like a fish bone stuck in the throat, and it's extremely uncomfortable.

"Crossbow bolts!"

Wang Ziyong coldly ordered that he should see whether the enemy's shield was hard or his own crossbow was hard.

Both above and below the city are preparing for attack and defense.

Then each gave the order: shoot!

Two shots occurred almost simultaneously.

Suddenly, up and down the city, crossbow arrows and marbles broke through the air.

Hundreds of crossbow arrows shot at the high shields below the city, and the gunfire under the city was dense, smoke rose, and marbles shot up the walls one by one.

One hundred and fifty paces, enough for a flintlock gun to shoot effectively.

And one hundred and fifty steps, but the bow and arrow lose their power, this is the difference in weapons.

After firing through the narrow gap reserved by the shield bearer, the musketeer quickly retreats and advances to the back row to step forward, rotating at a time.

The crossbow arrows in the city were shot down, hitting the high shield fiercely, and the huge sound and impact force shook the body of the shield wrestler in front of him.

But even if the shield was torn, it did not fall.

The shield erected by the sword and shield hand has been remodeled, and the lower edge is sharp, so that it can be stabbed in melee combat, or inserted into the ground when the shield is erected.

Behind the vertical shield, in addition to the wrestlers who support the shield, there is also a wooden board and a diagonal brace on the shield surface, which supports the shield from the impact of crossbow arrows with a triangular stabilization effect.

The tremendous impact of hundreds of crossbow arrows on the shield is supported and pulled by the wooden planks and poured into the ground, and the wrestlers only need to ensure that the shield surface is stable.

Occasionally, a few crossbow arrows that pierced through the gaps in the vertical shield shot directly through the musketeers who were on one knee and fired, and the rear team also carried and dragged them out, and the vacant space cleared up was instantly filled.

The current battle situation is a confrontation of long-range attacks.

Li Shangquan needs these veterans to show the tactics they train on weekdays to the recruits behind him, and consciously let the veterans shoot at the rebels in the city.

The crossbow arrows were useless, the casualties were few, and the king's face was ugly.

On the city wall in front of him, one by one the anti-army young men were shot and fell to the ground, blood splashed, and screams again and again.

The opponent injured 100 people in just one round of shooting, and the disparity was too great.

The stark contrast undermined the morale of his men.

However, it is obvious that there is no better way for Wang to use the rebels under the city.

After thinking about it, Wang Ziyong hesitated to look at the few artillery pieces hidden behind him, which was the last support that Wang Jiayin transferred to him to defend the city.

The enemy firepower king has seen it himself, and the reason why he has not used artillery to attack is that he is afraid that once the artillery is pushed up and exposed to the enemy's eyes, the opponent only needs one round of artillery bombardment, and his killer weapon will become copper and iron scrap.

Wang Ziyong has been hiding, just thinking that he can kill and injure a large number of enemy troops at a critical time.

But at this moment, the opponent's artillery team was eyeing it, and Wang Ziyong really didn't dare to push the artillery up.

Without artillery, if this continues, the crossbow arrows lose their defensive effect, and the enemy army kills and wounds a large number of their own men and horses, and the situation is also unfavorable to themselves.

He was caught between a rock and a hard place.

The fighting continued, and the gunfire under the city continued.

The rebels in the city were beaten and gradually did not dare to show their heads, and the crossbow arrows stuck on the battlements kept fighting back but became more and more difficult to take effect.

Wang Ziyong tightened his brows, the pressure given to him by these three thousand anti-soldiers really made him breathless.

Wait, wait, wait.

Wang Ziyong reminded himself again and again.

But the continuous firing has caused nearly 1,000 casualties, and Li Shangquan is only teaching the recruits how to fight, not necessarily fighting like this.

Just when Wang Ziyong became more and more unable to hold his breath.

The enemy forces under the city have changed their formation.

The sword and shield men moved their arrows, the musketeers retreated, and the artillery team advanced.

The gunfire was not in the middle of the shot, but the formation was still adjusted in the blink of an eye.

Then, a roar: "Shelling!" ”

"Pong"

"Pong"

"Pong"

……

The cannonballs fell on the city in an instant, and the explosion shredded everything nearby.

Stones were splashed, limbs were broken and blood was scattered.

This is Tang Xidong's artillery, aim and hit, and hit with one hit.

The entire city was constantly bombarded with shells.

Wang Ziyong was crushed under his own soldiers, but the loud explosion and the shaking of the city wall made him instantly in a trance.

"Kill!"

The shield man stared at the shield and began to pound.

This time, there were no ladders or straight ladders at all, just blindly rushing to the bottom of the city.

The city was bombarded continuously, and it was still covered in smoke, and it was impossible to see the situation clearly.

But it is conceivable that under the bombs, the rebels in the city were almost instantly disabled.

The shelling covered the sword and shield men and rushed under the city gates.

The gate of the pass looked like a hole in a pile of stones.

Immediately in the direction of the city gates, a huge ditch appeared.

This was recently excavated by Wang Ziyong and Li Shangquan after leading the troops to retreat, in order to prevent the enemy soldiers from approaching the city easily again.

But once they reached the trench, they could not stop the sword and shield hand carrying the shield.

I saw that the two most current people lifted the shield on their heads, and then directly pushed the shield down the trench, and then flew and slid down.

One of the pits was swapped, and the shields leaned against the other side of the trench, and the two of them flew out of the trench.

The trench that had been dug was only a few breaths before it was crossed by the sword and shield hands.

At this moment, the city is still bombarded.

One by one, the sword and shield men approached the city using the same method.

Immediately behind the sword and shield men were teams of muskets.

Hidden among the musketeers were several artillerymen carrying bags of explosives.

The sword and shield men approached the city gate with several artillerymen flying over their heads and stone stumps flying from their heads.

Then I saw the sword and shield men near the city gate fleeing one after another.

"Bang"

"Pong"

"Pong"

There were three explosions, and the gates of the city were scattered.

Dongwuling is broken!