Zhao Yong took the lead and stood at the forefront of the city wall, shouting while waving the big knife in his hand: "Quick, don't let them get close to the city gate!" Don't let them near the gates! ”

And then it was already late. There was already a group of Western Domain soldiers approaching the West Gate of Jiuquan, pushing huge siege vehicles and slamming the gate again and again with all their strength. The Ming army in the city used huge logs against the door, and each of them did their best, because everyone knew that once the city gate was lost, the thousands of people in the city would not be able to sing at all in the face of more than 60,000 enemy troops.

The Ming army at the head of the city saw that the enemy was ramming the city gate with siege vehicles, and they were also anxious for a while, and rolling stones, bows and arrows, and fire guns beckoned down together.

However, the enemy army attacking the city was also prepared, and anyone who could think of hitting the city gate below, the soldiers at the head of the city would certainly not be indifferent. They put a thick layer of cowhide on the siege engine, and there were shield soldiers holding shields under and around them to protect them, the Ming army's bows and arrows and fire guns could not help them, and the damage of rolling stone and wood to them was quite limited.

The Ming army in the city was in chaos for a while, and the people had already hit the city gate, the cannon was definitely useless, and the guy in his hand couldn't help the enemy, if the other party smashed the door open, then none of the thousands of people in the city wanted to live. Preferential treatment of prisoners, most of this sentence can only be heard, and the conduct of the Mongols is still very famous.

Zhao Yong was helpless for a while, and asked Geng Bingwen sweating profusely, "General, what should we do?" ”

Geng Bingwen has been on the battlefield for a long time, squinting his eyes, wiping his beard, thinking for a while, but he just said two words lightly: "Fire attack!" ”

These two words re-gave hope to the Ming army in the city, whether it was ginger or the old spicy, Geng Bingwen was worthy of being the founder of the country who had experienced a hundred battles, and only used two words to point out the key points of the enemy. Didn't you cover it with cowhide? No matter how thick the cowhide is, it is afraid of fire, and the thieves of the Western Domain lack iron, and most of the shields are made of wood and rattan, just a little.

At that moment, a few Ming soldiers brought a large pot of oil, and then put them on the top of the city, wanting to splash it.

The soldiers of the Western Domain also saw the intentions of the Ming army, and knew that if this pot of oil was poured down, and a few torches were thrown down, the siege soldiers under the city gate would be reimbursed, so they immediately fired a bow and arrow at the top of the city, so as to cover the besieging soldiers.

The Ming army at the head of the city was in a hurry to defeat the besieging soldiers, did not bring any protective measures, and held the pot in both hands, unable to dodge, and three soldiers were immediately hit by arrows. The oil pot was unstable, and with a clang, it spilled on the city wall.

Zhao Yong jumped to his feet in a hurry, and scolded while waving his war knife: "Fuck! Archers, musketeers, you are blind! Call me back! ”

The nearby archers, musketeers, and spearmen who could adjust the firing distance immediately realized their dereliction of duty after he scolded them, and they all took up their weapons to scold the enemy archers, and temporarily suppressed the opponent's firepower.

At this time, a few more soldiers brought a pot, although there was the cover of the brother troops on the head of the city, but the number of enemy troops was too large, and the firepower could not be completely suppressed, and there were still arrows shooting at the city wall, so Zhao Yong specially sent a few shield soldiers to protect the soldiers who served the pot.

The gates were crumbling, and there was no time for them to make mistakes. Fortunately, this time it succeeded, and the Ming army at the head of the city accurately poured a large pot of oil on the cowhide covered by the besieging enemy soldiers. Immediately, a torch and a rocket were fired seamlessly.

The cowhide covered by the besieging Western Domain soldiers instantly turned into a huge ball of fire, and the besieging soldiers below the burning screamed and fled in all directions.

At this moment, they became the live targets of the Ming army on the city, and they were quickly eliminated under the crossfire of the Ming army on the city wall and on the horse surface.

The huge siege engine was also burned, and instead became a huge barricade in front of the city gates.

"Haha! Thieves, this is stealing chickens and rice! Zhao Yong applauded happily and laughed. The Ming army also cheered.

However, they were not happy for long, when the enemy attacked again, and since the gates could not be reached, they began to focus on the walls.

There have always been two ways to attack the city wall, one is to climb up with a ladder, and the other is to rush to the base of the wall and dig the foot of the wall. Because they saw the power of the Ming army's fire attack, the Western Domain soldiers did not dare to run under the city wall, for fear of being poured oil.

So they began to climb up in groups of ladders, and the pressure on the Ming army on the city suddenly increased.

A centurion of Hami led his men through hardships and dangers, and after paying more than 20 casualties, he finally rushed to the edge of the city wall.

The centurion looked at the majestic city wall and couldn't help but shout loudly, he vowed to be the first warrior to attack the city, take down this Jiuquan City, and open the passage to the Su Kingdom, as the most valuable gift to Her Royal Highness.

The city wall was in front of him, and there were not many Ming troops in the city, so the centurion thought that his chance to make a name for himself was in front of him, and immediately beckoned his men to set up the ladder and begin to attack the city by example.

The centurion was a tall and burly man, with an iron shield in one hand over his head, a machete at his waist, and a ladder in the other.

The Ming army at the head of the city noticed this dazzling fierce general, and no matter what time it was, the hatred value of this kind of person was the highest. The muskets, bows and arrows of the Ming army beckoned to the centurion, but he held an iron shield in his hand, perfectly covering his body below, and the buckshot and arrows from the city could not do anything against him.

The Ming army had already repelled eight enemy attacks, and there was not much left of the rolling stone and sassage trees stored in the city, and the nearby Ming army could not help the centurion for a while.

The centurion seemed to see the weakness of the Ming army, and knew that they had exhausted their strength, and couldn't help but be very excited, and the blood in his chest was boiling and burning, as if he was about to burst out. "Your Royal Highness Princess, please accept this gift from your minister." The centurion shouted in his heart, and climbed a little faster, but just as he was about to climb to the top of the wall, a cold arrow came from his right side, piercing his armor and going straight into his body.

The centurion never expected that the Ming army still had this hand, turned his head to look at the direction where the arrow was fired, and suddenly found that in the hollow enemy platform on the horse on his right, a Ming soldier was holding a bow and arrow at him.

The Ming soldier shot the target, looking very excited.

The centurion looked at the hollow enemy platform with a very resentful gaze, and the Ming army there could form cross-fire on his flank, which was extremely dangerous, why didn't he pay attention to it before?