On the east and west sides of Guilin City, there was originally an extremely wide open space, and behind it were dense woods. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info and now, in front of the woods, a large simple military village has been stationed, which is where the rebel camp besieging Guilin City is located.

When the sky was getting brighter, and when I looked down from the top of the city, I could see the scene in the village, countless native soldiers lying on the side of the piles of bonfires, except for a very small number of patrols, there was hardly half of the people walking around in the camp.

For many days, they rushed to the front of Guilin City from dozens or even hundreds of miles away, and then launched a powerful offensive against the city in waves, so that these native soldiers of all ethnic groups were already tired. As long as they are not fighting, they will definitely seize any opportunity to rest in order to recuperate their spirits and prepare for the more difficult battles that will follow.

However, as soon as the earth-shattering drums and whining trumpets sounded, the native soldiers immediately got up from the ground, and did not need to put on armor, but only picked up the rudimentary weapons around them, and lined up in a row, either compact or loose, under the leadership of their respective leaders, and gathered together with the fluttering flags of the Chinese army, ready to attack.

Although these native soldiers were not as fast and crisp as the elite soldiers and horses of the Ming Dynasty, their speed of gathering was not slow, and in just over a quarter of an hour, nearly 5,000 people were assembled. Then, in the sound of fierce war drums that were even more exciting, they swarmed towards the Guilin city wall, which was more than four feet high.

Among these native soldiers, armed with the most rudimentary bamboo spears or simple knives, there were also many people with hooks with ropes and long ladders made of bamboo, and other climbing tools, and in the midst of the shouts, quickly approached the city walls, and tried to climb the high city with these things.

Yang Zhen's previous plan was still successful, and when these local soldiers of various ethnic groups were either angry or panicked because their respective Tusi masters were captured by the government, they raised their anti-flags to attack Guilin City, they were still too hasty. In a short period of time, they could only prepare a small amount of food, and each native soldier prepared some weapons by himself, and hurriedly killed them, and had no intention of attacking the fortifications at all.

And this city of Guilin, although it is not a strong city, is a provincial capital after all, although the city wall is not high, but it is enough to resist the attack of the rebels with backward tools. You know, just two days ago, the rebels used only the simplest hooks to ascend the city, and even supported long bamboo poles to go up. This will be firmly held by the defenders of the city of no more than a thousand people, and cause the equivalent of their own men and horses.

When he saw these native soldiers continuing to rush over with such rudimentary siege equipment, Yang Zhen's mouth couldn't help but show a trace of disdain. He did have reason to be disdainful, with these weapons, it was impossible to pose much of a threat to this city at all, even if a few agile people could climb the city, as long as the defenders of the city were not chaotic, they could be easily defeated.

Two days ago, the few rebel troops who climbed up were easily solved by themselves because of this. It's just that the guards of the city at that time were still very rusty, so they needed to do it themselves, but after the baptism of these two days, they should be more confident and more able to deal with all kinds of emergencies.

But then, when Yang Zhen's gaze fell on those simple bamboo ladders, his expression changed slightly: "It seems that in the past two days, they are also thinking about improvements." The ladder wasn't tall enough to put much pressure on the walls, but it wasn't good news. ”

Generally speaking, in wartime, the defending side will cut down all the trees within a radius of more than a dozen or even dozens of miles, so as to prevent the enemy army from building siege equipment from local materials as much as possible. However, this time, the defenders of Guilin City obviously did not have the experience in this area, and perhaps did not have time to do this work, so there were still dense forests outside the city, which allowed the rebels to build a batch of bamboo ladders to attack the city in two days.

Fortunately, these native soldiers are no better than the regular army after all, and the equipment they make is so rudimentary that it can only be said that a sentence is better than nothing.

However, when the defenders around Yang Zhen saw the rebels rushing up with shouts, most of them still showed fear and worry. For they found that there were many more enemies besieging the city today than in the previous two days.

In the previous two days, no more than a thousand native soldiers had rushed at a time, which allowed the defenders to have plenty of men to deal with them. But today, there were more than 5,000 people rushing in, standing at the head of the city, and seeing a large area of the enemy surging like a wave, and the psychological pressure it caused to the defenders was multiplied, and many of the soldiers holding bows and aiming at the bottom showed a worried look, and their hands trembled a little.

Yang Zhen quickly sensed this, and hurriedly opened his mouth to cheer everyone up: "Don't worry, no matter how much he comes, he won't want to take half a step to the top of the city under our defense." As long as you follow the orders, we have the city wall to rely on, enough to be ten of them, even if they come up with ten thousand, they can be killed under the city of Guilin! ”

At this time, Yang Zhen's status in the minds of these defenders was really not low, and when they heard him say this, their mood calmed down a lot, and their eyes became resolute, pointing to the bows and arrows that were constantly approaching the enemy outside the city, and they no longer swayed.

Zhou Jiao on the side saw that his words were so effective, and he didn't feel that he showed admiration: "Lord Yang is really good. Looks like you've ever had this kind of combat experience? ”

"Yes, I have fought against the Mongolian people in Shanxi." Yang Zhen saw that the other party was also afraid in his heart, so he said comfortingly: "At that time, the enemy army was several times ours, and trapped us on a small slope of Baishan Mountain. But the officers and men of our Ming army relied on their enthusiasm and courage to block their overnight assault, and finally broke through at dawn.

"And today, we are in the city, with a strong wall as a shield, and the enemy is just some native soldiers with extremely rudimentary weapons and equipment.

Hearing Yang Zhen say this, Zhou Jie's spirit suddenly shook, yes, now they only need to stick to the city, can't this Guilin City stop these native soldiers?

At this time, a roar from Xiao Duo was already heard from their side: "Crossbowmen prepare—" but the native soldiers had already rushed through the distance of nearly three miles and killed the city.

"Put!" With the roar of Xiao Shoubei's thunder, more than 200 crossbowmen threw arrows at the enemies approaching the city.

Suddenly, there was a scream from under the city. However, it was impossible for the arrows of this density to stop the progress of the native soldiers, and after only a pause, they roared again and rushed forward, and without the slightest pause, they jumped off the moat more than half a man deep and continued on.

And just as they were forcibly wading across the river, arrows from the head of the city continued to rain down on the bodies of these unsheltered enemies, and dozens more fell into the river, and even stopped the footsteps of their comrades who were advancing behind them.

But this obstacle was not enough after all, and soon the native soldiers had already crossed the river with arrows, and then some of the native soldiers quickly crouched on the ground, took out the bamboo bows on their backs, and fired arrows at the city, just to hinder the attack of the crossbowmen above.

However, these bamboo bows are not regular military bows and arrows after all, and their range is not far, and they are even weaker when they shoot at the head of the city. Even if some of them were able to shoot into the city, their strength was already small, and only three or two of the unlucky defenders were hit by the arrows and had to retreat to the side for bandaging.

However, the natives did not try to use this trick to capture the city, and while some of the archers returned fire, others continued to step forward, and then climbed towards the city with all kinds of rudimentary tools, as they had done during the previous two days of siege.

Xiao Duo had already prepared for this, and when he saw that they had leaned to the edge of the city wall, he immediately issued a series of orders: "Throw rolling wood, rolling stones, and pouring oil-"

Under his methodical command, the defenders who had long been accustomed to this series of routines immediately took action, and after the stones and trees that were more than ten catties light and dozens of catties heavy were lifted by them, they pushed down the city fiercely.

With a loud bang, there was a scream below. As early as the oil was boiling on the side, and after being scooped and splashed by some ice chambers with wooden scoops and other tools, there was a terrible scream that made people's hairs stand on end.

However, at this time, none of the defenders of the city cared about this, they just mechanically repeated the similar work, throwing the tools of the city as fast as possible, so as to reap the lives of groups of enemies who tried to enter the city.

After losing nearly 500 native soldiers, but not even one of them could touch the edge of Guilin's city, the momentum of the native soldiers attacking the city has been greatly reduced.

Seeing that their clansmen and even their relatives were easily killed by the officers and soldiers above, and they didn't even have a way to resist, this made the fighting spirit they had gathered just now dissipate in an instant, and some people even lowered their weapons high, as if they had the idea of turning back and leaving.

Indeed, as a native soldier who had fought the enemy only in the mountains, forests or plains, it was too difficult to attack from the back and brave the falling arrows and stones. And just as they were stunned, more than twenty more people fell under the falling logs, and the screams seemed to be louder.

The defenders at the head of the city, including Yang Zhen, who had been paying attention to the performance of the enemy troops under the city, also clearly felt this, and found that the enemy was showing signs of retreat, which made everyone's faces show a relaxed smile. Although the enemy troops have dispatched much more men and horses today than in the previous two days, it is clear that the offensive is much weaker.

But at this moment, in the distance in the enemy camp, there was another fierce drum beat......