Chapter 537: Fire (Three Watches)

At the moment when the drums beat, the soldiers, hiding behind the battlements, took a deep breath, plucked up their courage and stood up. (，)，

The bow in his hand was like a full moon, and the sound of the thumping bowstring vibrating continued to ring in his ears, and one after another black arrows made a squeak that pierced the air, like a downpour, shooting towards the city.

And under the city, those Turks who shook the ten thousand ways, while riding horses, walked back and forth under the city, while pointing to the Great Zhou army hiding behind the battlements on the city tower, pointing and laughing in words that they didn't understand.

Although the language is different, I can still draw a thing or two from their expressions. Obviously, they were laughing at the Great Zhou soldiers who did not dare to take the lead.

However, when those Great Zhou troops who were trembling and lying on the ground suddenly screamed like a pack of bloodthirsty wolves, stood up, and fired arrows at them. The Turks were stunned.

They don't know why these Great Zhou soldiers, who have been pressed and beaten by the Turks, are suddenly not afraid of themselves.

Sneer......

Sharp arrows, the sound of coming into the body kept ringing.

Splattered with blood, the Turks began to panic, turned their horses' heads, removed their bows and arrows from their horses, and retreated behind them as they returned fire.

On the city tower, the Great Zhou army, which had successfully attacked, suddenly shook its morale. Countless soldiers began to shoot angry arrows at the panicked horses and retreating Turks below the city.

After a half-hour attack, the Turks retreated beyond the range of their bows and arrows, leaving more than a thousand corpses under the city.

After the Turkic army completely withdrew from the range of the bow and arrow, the Great Zhou soldiers on the city tower suddenly erupted into a heaven-shattering cheer after a brief period of consternation.

In the distance, those Turkic troops who had forced back three hundred paces trembled with anger after seeing the triumphant appearance of those usually weak little chickens on the city tower. The scimitar was held firmly in his hand, making a creaking sound.

On the city tower, Lu Heng picked up the binoculars and glanced at the Turkic army. After seeing that there was still a part of the Turkic army that had not entered the fire, his eyes were still staring into the distance, and he said lightly to the herald beside him: "Order the artillery, attack five hundred steps away directly opposite the city tower!" ”

"Yes!" The herald received the order in a deep voice, turned around and walked behind the city wall, and raised the small red flag in his hand. Then he straightened up, like a dry javelin, and played the flag neatly and neatly.

artillery positions in the city,

"General, general, flag, flag!"

Suddenly there was an anxious voice of a soldier in his ears, and the fat man Wang, who was sitting on a big stone and was drowsy by the sun, was suddenly startled by this roar. After waking up suddenly, he opened his eyes, wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth, and asked vaguely: "Flag language, what flag language?" Where is it? ”

"Where, where, Chinese army, on the city tower!" The soldier jumped to his feet and pointed to the flag-waving herald on the northern tower, and shouted.

Wang Fatzi rubbed his eyes, held his breath, and looked at the northern city wall without moving.

It wasn't until the flag was finished that Wang Fatzi laughed: "Three hundred steps away, haha, fortunately, Lao Tzu is prepared!" ”

slapped his fleshy thighs, jumped down from the bluestone neatly, held his head high, pointed to the north with thick fingers, and shouted in a deep voice: "Fire!" ”

Rumble...... Rumble...... rumble

Behind him, an artillery phalanx of fifty guns, after giving an order, opened fire in unison.

Between the tongues of fire, cannonballs roared out. Dragged in the air with a long tail of fire, it flew into the sky, over the city walls, and flew straight outside.

And on the city tower, after the flag, the herald who was about to turn back had not taken two steps. I heard the artillery behind me suddenly open fire. Defenseless, he was directly shocked by the sound of this series of cannonballs firing, and fell to the ground.

"Day, Wang Fatty, you ***!" The herald got up with a disgraced face and shouted angrily.

Not only him, but even Lu Heng was taken aback by the sudden sound of shelling.

It was thought that after the flag was fought, it would take some time for the artillery to fire. Templars,

But unexpectedly, as soon as the flag was fired, the artillery behind opened fire. And, looking at the cannonball that slashed overhead and landed exactly three hundred paces ahead, it exploded with a bang. Obviously, Wang Fatzi was prepared.

It's easy to understand the heart!

Lu Heng's eyes were full of appreciation, he looked back, groped his chin, looked at the city, the fat man who was standing in front of the artillery position filled with gunsmoke, and said secretly in his heart: Shouldn't you let Wang Fat do something else?

If you want to talk about the proficiency and professionalism of artillery operations, I am afraid that no one in the entire Great Zhou can compare with this fat man. Moreover, after passing through the Goryeo battlefield, Wang Fatzi's method of commanding artillery operations became more and more proficient. Now, he can take the lead and see his strategic intentions clearly, as if he has reached the point of perfection.

Such a talented person commanded an artillery force of less than 500 people, and he was talented!

The cannonball fell behind him and exploded suddenly.

In the roaring sound, shrapnel scattered in all directions. Countless Turkic soldiers were wounded by shrapnel and fell from their horses screaming. The fire ignited by the explosion of the cannonballs immediately completely disrupted the position of the large army behind the Turkic army, and the war horses began to rush forward in panic, and the Turkic soldiers on horseback, Rao was skilled and skilled, and it was difficult to control the frightened horses at this time.

For a time, outside the north gate, the entire Turkic army was in chaos.

The Turkic soldiers, who were squeezed into range of their bows and arrows, retreated with all their might. And behind, those soldiers who were blown up by the shells and scattered were constantly rushing forward.

The whole army suddenly huddled together.

"This noodle is like herding sheep when I was a child!" On the side, Qin Shihu raised his neck, looked at the Turkic army under the city, and forced the artillery and rockets to gather in the central area, his eyes were confused, and he muttered to himself.

After seeing this scene, Lu Heng's eyes lit up, and after putting down the telescope excitedly, he said to Ah Gui beside him: "Ah Gui, send a signal to Xu Liang and light the fire!" ”

Ah Gui nodded hurriedly, lit the fireworks that had already rolled on the arrow, and then put the arrow on the bowstring. With all his strength, he pulled out the big bow like a full moon, and the arrow pointed straight at the blue sky above his head.

As Agui's fingers loosened, the bowstring suddenly relaxed, and with a bang, the arrow tied to the fireworks made a crisp sound and went straight into the sky.

In the eyes of countless people who raised their heads and stared, the arrow, which was hundreds of paces straight, suddenly exploded.

The red smoke bloomed in an instant, like a red ribbon, floating under the blue sky and white sun.

When everyone saw such a spectacle, they were amazed, and the person who made the fireworks was ingenious.

However, before they could say anything complimentary. I heard a sudden muffled sound in the distance under the city.

When everyone heard the sound, they hurriedly lowered their heads and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

I saw that the flames that soared into the sky suddenly ignited five hundred meters away.

And at this moment, the fierce north wind suddenly went berserk.

Under the wind of the fire, the four ignition points were practiced into one in an instant.

The flames licked the grassland, spreading from north to south with lightning speed. In an instant, the grassland within 50 paces turned into a sea of fire.

And before they could come to their senses, they heard the garrisons of the other three city gates suddenly let out an earth-shattering exclamation: "Behold, the steppe is on fire, it is really on fire!" ”

Thick smoke obscured the sky. The clear sky suddenly seemed to be covered with clouds, and it was dark.

The burned grass ash and sparks, in the heat of the heat, rose up, like the soul-attracting flowers sprinkled by death, and in the eyes of the disciples, there was a color of despair.

"Fire, fire!"

The hundred-meter-high fire, like rows of impenetrable walls of fire, burned fiercely, like a beast of prey, quickly approaching with the north wind.

The fire spread and approached, and the Turks were frightened and in chaos.

Countless Turks, who could not dodge, fell into the flames, screaming, rolling, and being burned to charcoals.

In the eyes of the Turks, there is no longer the arrogance and arrogance of just now, but instead of horror and despair,

They desperately urged their horses and rushed towards the isolation zone under Shuofang City, wanting to get out of the fire as soon as possible.

They know that the fire on the grassland burns for dozens of miles. Trying to escape this fire on this grassland full of dry grass is tantamount to a fool's dream. ，

But when they walked up the barrier, they were greeted by a rain of arrows.

Mork was still on his horse, his eyes glazed over the approaching fire, his expression numb. The heat wave formed by the high temperature of the sea of fire hit a **. Scattered sparks, grass ash falling on the hair, body. Burned out small holes one after another.

"300,000!" Mock closed his eyes, raised his head, and roared to the sky.

With a cry of pathos and reluctance, Mock drew his scimitar and slashed it around his neck.

After a stream of blood arrows squirted, Mork's body shook twice, and he fell off his horse with a thud.

The flames raged and spread through, instantly igniting Mork's corpse.

Mok committed suicide, and the Turkic gods were leaderless, and there was a complete chaos.

The Turkic soldiers, who had no way out, turned their horses' heads and rushed towards the fire, trying to break through the flames. However, those who rushed into the sea of fire, and before they could go a few meters away, they fell into the sea of fire and were instantly incinerated. The other part began to attack the city in a frenzied manner. But as soon as they approached the wall, they were pierced by oncoming arrows.

At the same time, on the city wall, some Great Zhou soldiers began to pour fire oil into the moat under the city.

Pots of fire oil were poured down the city wall, and the boiling oil and water pooled down, forming a trickle in the dry moat.

Then, under the desperate gaze of the Turks, a torch staggered down from the top of the city and fell into the moat, which was a foot deep.

With a bang, the flames rose into the sky again.

Dense and pitch-black gunpowder smoke filled the air, blocking the sun and the blue sky.

Heaven and earth were dark.

There is only a blazing fire, and there is no end in sight.