Ziren had long been wary of the Mongol Tatars attacking at night, and after the enemy retreated, he ordered his soldiers to cut off their heads while dragging the corpses of the Tatars outside the city and burning them into corpse oil. After night fell www.biquge.info corpse oil was sprinkled on all sides of the city wall, forming a belt of corpse oil about five steps wide around the city. In order to prevent suspicion of the tartars, they also deliberately sprinkled blood on the corpse oil belt to cover up the smell of corpse oil.

Only when Ke saw the rocket slowly falling did he react, and shouted loudly: "Mingren is cheating, everyone be careful!" With that, he strode back.

Unfortunately, it was too late, and immediately after the rocket landed, the corpse oil was ignited, and flames more than five feet high erupted on the ground. His feet were already covered with corpse oil, and he was immediately engulfed in flames.

The terrible screams of the Tartars rang out in an instant, and the flames immediately spread through the crowd. The Mongol soldiers, covered in fire, ran wildly under the city, and the flames caused more Tartars to be swept by the flames.

At first, some of the Tartars who survived took off their clothes in a vain attempt to extinguish the fire and rescue their companions. But soon he was burned by the sticky corpse oil like an infection, and he turned into a burning man on the spot, screaming, running, and convulsing. Many of the Tartars were still rolling on the ground trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies, but the corpse oil was extremely difficult to extinguish, and no matter how hard they tried, it was in vain.

Sun Shoujing, Jin Guan, and Feng Wensheng, who were still quite suspicious of Ziren's move, all applauded when they saw the tragic situation of the Tartars under the city.

The people who were rescued by Ziren during the day had a blood feud with the Tartars, and the resentment that had accumulated in their hearts for many years immediately disappeared when they saw this situation. Every pore on his body was full of comfort, his eyes couldn't help but burst into tears, and he shouted excitedly. For Ziren, who came up with such a spicy plan, there is a little respect for him.

At this time, Tie Wei ran to Ziren's side, and said with excitement on his face: "Can the three-eyed gun in the military camp lend me a shot and let Zai Xia personally shoot a few Tartars to avenge his relatives." ”

When Ziren heard this, he patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "Brother Tie, these dog Tartars invaded my city and killed my people, wouldn't it be too painful to shoot them, so it is better to let them toss under the city for a while." Savor the pain of the flames. After that, he said in a stern tone: "Beat the war drums!" ”

The sturdy soldiers who were temporarily drawn out immediately waved their drumsticks vigorously.

Seeing that the fire was ignited, Chang Ang and the others knew that they had fallen into the tricks of the Ming people again, and the people who attacked at night this time were all warriors in various departments. In a fit of rage, he was about to send troops to attack the city, but suddenly he heard a strange drum beat rising from the city.

This sound is not only powerful and powerful, but what is even more terrifying is that there is a bloody and violent killing air hidden in the drums, and against the backdrop of the blazing fire and hoarse wails, it is not the sound of the drums that makes the Tartar feel in a trance. It's a heart-rending roar.

Drums! Humanskin War Drums! Only war drums made of human skin can make such a moving beat. The Mongol armies had always had a habit of making war drums from the enemy's human skins, and the morale of the Tartars fell to the bottom when they heard the sound of the drums, the roar in their ears, and the stench of burnt human flesh coming from the pavement. Although Changang and the others were unwilling, they had no choice but to lead their troops back to the camp, and before leaving, they shot a rain of arrows, resulting in the lives of those comrades who were still struggling in the flames.

Seeing that the Tartar retreated, Ziren nodded with satisfaction. In order to punish corrupt officials and corrupt officials, my Ming Taizu deliberately set this punishment of 'peeling the skin and pulling the grass'. In order to punish these transgressive Tartars, Ziren happened to be rescued by the craftsmen who would make war drums. So he asked the soldiers to peel off a few Mongolian tartar skins that were still intact, and drove them into this human skin war drum to confuse the enemy's heart.

"Rejoice! It's a fucking fight! Brother Ziren is still your flowery intestines. At this time, Sun Shouli walked over with a big laugh, and after chatting with Ziren for a few words, he stared at the accumulated and scorched bones under the city for a moment, and said with a little regret: "It's just that so many heads have been burned beyond recognition, and it's a pity that they can't be used as military merits." ”

Today, a total of 481 heads were cut outside the south gate, and some of the heads were cut off by the defenders of the enemy platform at the gate, and Sun Shoujing and Ziren contributed the most in this battle and each got 180 heads.

According to the inscription of the third year of Wanli, the thousand generals led 500 soldiers, and his subordinates were promoted to the next level by 30 pieces. Whoever receives 1,000 will be promoted to the next level with 60 pieces. The general commander of 500 soldiers, his subordinates were cut 15 and promoted to one level, and he led 1,000 people. Thirty to one level. You can upgrade up to three levels in a row.

Sun Shoujing is now the head of Haizhou Weizheng's five-rank thousand households and battalion soldiers, and one hundred and eighty heads are enough for him to be promoted to three levels in a row, at least from the third-rank Wei commander. Seeing that this old boy was still not satisfied, Ziren said with a smile: "Third Brother Sun, don't worry, there are still tens of thousands of Tartars outside the city who have not retreated, as long as we kill the enemy with our hearts, this military feat will naturally not be a problem." ”

Looking at Sun Shoujing again, he seemed to remember something at this time, frowned and said: "Ziren Tartar has buried thousands of lives under the city in the past few days. What if they knew the difficulty and retreated to attack the two forts of Jingyuan and Shangyulin, or invaded the Shifang Temple, Xincheng, and Puhe forts farther away. ”

After these two days of fighting, Ziren has found that the Mongolian Tartars are now lacking in skills. The fort was well defended, and as long as the cannon was still there, the Mongols would never be able to storm the city.

However, once the Tartars turn to attack other places, it is inevitable that there will be a few poorly guarded forts that will be broken by them, and it will inevitably be ruined at that time, and after a moment, he said: "Sun Junmen, I have my own way to make these Tartars unintentionally turn to other places, you go back tonight and let the craftsmen in the army rush to make more "iron thistles" and spread them to the city with feces and urine. Prepare some curtains and smear them with river mud, and use sticks to defend them against the enemy's bows and arrows, and wait for the Tartars to come and die tomorrow. ”

Ziren has repeatedly established miraculous feats in the past few days, and Sun Shoujing obeyed him, and at this time he was too lazy to use his brains and immediately ordered the whole city to start preparing. Ziren called Nahai and Li Lao Liu to tell them a few words, and then released a rope ladder for them to climb down the city.

In the turn of the day, Chang Ang gradually retreated after a few days of losing troops, and after being depressed all night, he was about to get up and discuss the next plan with the big brain and the white and red people. At this time, he saw that the eldest son, Lai Hongda, rushed into the tent without waiting for the guards to report, and said with a red face: "Abba, come with me to check outside the camp." ”

Seeing that his son was injured and running early in the morning, Chang Ang knew that something must have happened, so he hurriedly dressed and followed behind Lai Hongda.

I saw that outside Pingyu Fort, the Ming army actually used the charred corpses of the same clan to put out a row of Mongolian characters: "Bai Hongda, big brain, Changang died here today!" (To be continued.) )

PS: (Today, I am working overtime in the company at noon, and the next chapter will be updated before ten o'clock tomorrow night.) ）