The Puhe River was built on a high ground on the north bank of the Puhe River, and with the huge trees of the terrain, it rolled down with a whistling wind and smashed towards the tartars under the city. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Mongol Tartars only knew how to watch out for the guns on the city, and after rushing to the city, they were just relieved, and they were defenseless against this sudden attack, and they were crushed out of a bloody path by the giant tree on the spot.

"Shoot the arrow...... Shoot ......"

Seeing that his subordinates were smashed to the point that their legs were broken, and the several commanders who led the troops to attack the city had already shouted out of tune. The soldiers and civilians in the city knew that there was no way to survive after the city was broken, and they still followed one after another under the rain of arrows, defending the city without flinching, constantly throwing out rolling logs and stones, and suppressing the Mongol Tartars who were attacking incessantly.

With a big brain, Bai Hongda and others stopped at two hundred steps under the city, constantly deploying troops, and commanding subordinates to take turns attacking the city. Although there was a danger of being injured by artillery at this distance, the soldiers and civilians defending the city were all focused on the Tartars under the city at this time, and they were unable to distract themselves from firing cannons.

Seeing the heavy casualties of his subordinates, Bai Hongda said anxiously: "Anda, the Ming people are stubbornly resisting, and the casualties of the clansmen are too great in this way, so let's stop the army." ”

In addition to accumulating prestige and competing with Buyan for the sweat position, there is actually something unspeakable. Last year, a snowstorm caused heavy losses to his tribe, and he wanted to loot some grain, grass, cattle and sheep to tide over the difficulties. Who knows how much food was not grabbed, but a lot of people and horses were broken under the Pingyu Fort, and if one or two big forts were not broken and plundered at this time, life would be really difficult after returning to the grassland.

Thinking of this, Brain Mao frowned and glanced at Bai Hongda, and shouted: "Pass the order, beat the drums and trumpets, and let the warriors attack the city with all their might." Yubi looked behind him and said: "Bai Hongda went to the north gate to supervise the battle, Chang Ang was in charge of the east of the city, and the palace map led the west of the city, and I personally led the men and horses to besiege the south gate, and swore to break the city today!" Then, he drew his saber and led his guards straight to the south of the city.

With the earth-shattering war drums in the rear, the ferocity in the hearts of the Mongolian Tatars who were fighting hard under the city was also stimulated. Driven by a few people with big brains, they kept rushing towards the city with a loud roar.

The archers in each department, relying on the cover of the door panel, constantly stretched their bows and pulled the strings, shooting those soldiers and civilians who leaned out to defend the city. The arrows fired by the Tartars were fierce and poisonous, and the soldiers and civilians in the city lacked enough armor, and when they poked out of the city, they were shot down by the arrows and fell in a pool of blood.

Although the Puhe City was overwhelmed, less than 2,000 men were scattered into the four cities, and there were less than 500 defenders on each side. As the soldiers and civilians defending the city continued to fall to the ground with arrows, the corpses on the city were already piled up, and the blue-gray city walls were also soaked in blood from the inside out, and the city faintly had a tendency to collapse.

On the southern city of Puhesuo, there have been several gaps in the Tartars at this time.

"Kill!" One of the Tartar centurions roared and swung his plate axe. I saw a flash of cold light, and the two soldiers who led the people to defend here were cut through the abdomen by the axe blade.

The few people who followed behind the soldiers were brave and brave, and it was the first time that they fought with the Tartars at such close range. Seeing the tragic death of his compatriots in front of him, the red and white in his abdomen flowed to the ground, and the bloody breath ran through his nasal cavity. I only felt that my mind was blank, and the three souls and seven spirits seemed to be about to leave the body.

"Run!" At this time, I don't know who shouted, and the little fighting intent left in the hearts of several people disappeared in an instant with this shout, and they all turned around and fled home, and the knives and guns in their hands were also thrown on the ground.

"Hahaha...... "The centurion burst into laughter, "the sweat dog is so cowardly, where to escape!" Before the words fell, he waved his axe and chased after him.

"Tartar, Hugh has to be arrogant and eat your Grandpa Han with a shot!" At this time, I saw Han Yuanshan rush out, lift the fine iron spear and throw out a spear flower in the air, and go straight to the heart of the Tartar.

"Finally, there is one who can fight, look at the axe!" The centurion picked up his axe and slashed at his opponent's chest. Han Yuanshan saw that the opponent's blow was full of strength and did not dare to fight hard, so he hurriedly changed his move and wanted to use the body of the gun to protect his chest and resist the attack of the Tartars. Listening to the sound of metal colliding with "bell~", the fine iron spear in Han Yuanshan's hand was cut into a deep dent, and the body of the gun was shaken uncontrollably.

Han Yuanshan only felt that his arms were numb, and his mouth hurt. He was also strong, and he held the spear tightly in his hand with the cracked tiger's mouth. He took a few steps backwards before he barely stopped. When the centurion saw his opponent, he was almost unable to parry, and quickly stepped forward to take his life.

"Bang!" Just hear a bang.

The centurion felt a shock in his heart, and with a wail, he fell forward. After falling heavily on the city, a mouthful of blood spurted out wildly and passed out, and even if he did not die on the spot, it was difficult to fight again under the heavy injury.

"Brother, are you alright?" After Han Yuanshan's younger brother Han Yuanyou shot down the Tartar, he threw the empty one-eyed firearm aside, and hurriedly stepped forward to help his brother.

"Be careful" Han Yuanshan slammed out with a spear, piercing the abdomen of a Tartar who had just climbed onto the city and was about to sneak attack his younger brother. The tartar let out a heart-rending wail, and fell from the wall with his hands clenched to his abdomen. Han Yuanshan let out a few breaths, and before he could adjust his internal breath, another Mongolian Tartar poked his head out from between the two battlements.

"Brother, look at me!" Han Yuanyou picked up the centurion discarded plate axe from the ground, struggled to raise the handle of the blade axe, and used a move to slash Huashan towards the top of the Tartar's head. This blow used the strength of milk, and although the Mongolian Tatar raised his shield in time to block it, it was still smashed down by the people with the shield.

Before Han Yuanshan could come and his brother applauded, he heard a scream from the right. Turning his head, a soldier was cut in the throat by a Tartar's scimitar and fell to the city clutching his neck. A dozen burly Tartars in thick armor had already stormed the city from the right flank.

What worries him even more is that after this group of Tartars has gained a foothold, they are constantly covering the Tartars under the city to climb up to the city.

"Someone! Support the right wing with me! Han Yuanshan yelled and took his younger brother and several family members to kill. A Tartar with a gun immediately led someone to meet him.

"Fight with the Tartars!" Han Yuanyou wielded the big axe in his hand, his eyes were red and he ran a few steps, his body was crooked, and he let go of the spear that stabbed straight at him. Ignoring the fact that his cheek was cut by the tip of the spear, the big axe swung violently, cutting off the arm of the Tartar holding the spear.

Tartar lost an arm in pain, and before he could shout, a silver light flashed, and Han Yuanshan pierced his throat with a shot. "Hey!" Han Yuanshan picked up the body of the gun, and the body of the Tartar flew out of the city, and smashed a Tartar who was climbing the city down.

At this time, out of the corner of Han Yuanshan's eyes, he saw that there was a large group of people and horses on the north bank of the Puhe River forming a formation near the river, and the sun and moon flag held high in the formation was very eye-catching.

Before he could see who was coming, the men and horses from the north shore had formed a formation, and a loud whistle sounded, followed by several deafening cannon shots.

(Updated by 12 p.m. on Saturday.) (To be continued.) )