In order to make it easier to pour the gold juice, Ziren specially ordered the warmaker to erect several iron shelves on the city, and hang the iron pot high in the gap between the two battlements, and place a brazier underneath to roast. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The two sturdy soldiers who wrapped the door with a damp cloth gave the order, and immediately clenched the iron fork in their hands and pushed the iron pot hard. Pour the boiling dung water into the city.

A golden 'waterfall' swayed down from the city, and with the anger of the soldiers, it poured on the Mongol tartars. The Tartars crowded under the city immediately let out a terrible roar.

Two Mongol Tartars were climbing up the wooden ladder to the city, and several Mongol soldiers were waiting under the ladder, and hot dung water was poured on their heads. The armor on his body could not stop the pervasive flow of water, and all of them were scalded and fell to the ground screaming, rolling back and forth in the smelly dung water, making a sound that could no longer be regarded as a human voice.

"Burn these brutes!"

"Well deserved!"

"Dog Tartar, your grandfather's 'Renzhong Huang' tastes good."

The soldiers of the city were greatly encouraged by the shouts of the Tartars, and while they cursed, they poured out the remaining pots of gold.

A tartar who was about to climb the city was already on guard when he heard the screams of his companions, and immediately raised his skinned wooden shield high above his head. Although the thick cowhide temporarily blocked the hot dung, the round shield could not protect the tartar tightly, and a lot of dung water was still poured on the tartar along the outer edge of the shield.

The hot fecal water seeped into the gaps in the tartar's armor, and a trace of white smoke came out of the hot tartar's body, and it could no longer support it under the pain. He wailed loudly, and the shield hand involuntarily let go, and the endless golden juice was pouring into his wide open mouth, so hot that the tartar was boiling in five parts, and he fell headlong and whimpered for his life.

The skin and flesh on the face of this tartar were burned off, and one eye also fell out of the eye socket, looking at his death, it is estimated that even his Eji could not recognize him, but after being poured with gold juice, it is also a relief to die on the spot.

Those screaming tartars all over the ground have been severely burned, and even if they are rescued from the fecal poison invasion wound, in that era when there is a shortage of medical treatment, the wound will rot after infection, and the high fever will not go away and die slowly and painfully.

At this time, a strong wind suddenly blew, and the disgusting stench mixed with the peculiar smell of human flesh after being scalded spread in an instant, and the fierce and abnormal Mongols couldn't help but gag one after another. "Who is defending the city?" There was a big question mark in Tartar's heart about this, and the cowardice in his heart couldn't help but add a few more parts.

"Well poured, relieved!" Ding Shoutie listened to the screams of the city, and couldn't hold back the joy in his heart and shouted. However, the gold juice was very time-consuming, and the results were over.

"Brethren! Smash the tartar down with rolling logs and stones! Seeing that the gold juice was exhausted, a soldier with a tiger's back and a bear's waist shouted, and before the word "go" landed, he lifted a twenty-pound stone and threw it down.

A "clang" slammed on the head of a Tartar who was about to climb up the city, and the Tartar was hit so the head that he fell off the city without a snort.

"Haha, ah~" But before the soldier had time to be happy, a rain of arrows was immediately shot from under the city, and the soldier was immediately shot into a hedgehog, and fell to the ground with several arrows in his body and died.

Due to the continuous Mongolian Tatar arrows under the city, the soldiers in the city could not show their heads, and the number of rolling logs and gravels thrown out was insufficient. The Mongol Tartars knew that the city was a place of death, and they attacked the city by resisting the sour water in their stomachs. Ma Shinan and Nahai immediately led their troops forward to resist. Unfortunately, the number of soldiers on the city was insufficient, and as the Tartars continued to climb the city, several city walls gradually fell into oblivion.

A muscular Mongol soldier with a beard and a round shield fended off an attack by a pikeman, and then flipped up the city with an iron-headed club. The Tartar had been fighting for many years, and when the pikeman's blow was too hard to recover, he picked up the iron stick and smashed it into the pikeman's chest. The heart shield on the spearman's chest was smashed and dented on the spot, and after spitting out a mouthful of blood, he took a few steps back and fell to the ground, where his fate was unknown.

The Tartar did not give up after his success, and stepped forward quickly to smash the spearman's head. When the iron-headed rod was about to touch the spearman's face, the Tartar's body shook violently, and the tip of a blood-dripping spear peeked through his heart, and before he could let out a wail, he saw a flash of cold light, and the Tartar's heavenly spirit cover was split off.

As Tartar fell to the ground, the king and the two who took his life were revealed, Gu Zixing. It was Ziren who arrived in time with his men and horses, and saw that the soldiers had now become a mess with the Tartars, and they didn't care about giving orders, so they directly ordered everyone to fight with the Tartars separately. When Ma Shinan and Nahai saw the arrival of reinforcements, they also felt a little more confident in their hearts, and the shouts of killing in the city shook the sky for a while.

The total length of the east wall of Pingyu Fort is only 100 steps, and after the city wall collapses, it is divided into two, and the left wing of the city wall defended by Ziren is only more than 40 steps. After the reinforcements arrived, there were two infantry soldiers of Zhou Daqi and Wang Shouguan, plus the cavalry of Wang Ming, the number of defenders was about 400 people, and all of them were armored soldiers.

Although there were as many as 1,000 Tartars under the city, they were blocked by the city wall, and the Tartars' offensive was greatly hindered. Every time they climbed up to the city, there were only thirty or fifty people, and before they could gain a firm foothold, they were cut down by Ziren and his troops, and they were unable to open the situation for a long time.

The commander of the army under the city, 'Borot', was anxious, Borot was a confidant and favorite general with a big brain, and his subordinates were already inadequate, and with a big brain, he transferred a team of 100 guards to his command. I thought that I would be able to conquer the city in one fell swoop, but I didn't know that a large number of people and horses were lost, but there was still no progress, and I was angry in my heart.

In a fit of rage, Borot shouted, "Warriors of the Chahar tribe, kill with me!" "After that, he took a group of guards around him and personally led the troops to climb the city.

In order to break through the city as soon as possible, Borot climbed into the city without careful observation, holding his shield in front of him with one hand and brandishing his mace in the other, and jumped from the battlements with a loud roar.

Borot was so confident in his martial arts that he thought that he would only need to kill a few Ming soldiers and cover the guards behind him to climb up to the city. At that time, everyone will work together to fight a foothold in the city, and when the people and horses under the city continue to attack the city, the city will be broken just around the corner. As soon as his feet touched the ground, a tingling pain came from the soles of his feet.

It turned out that Ziren saw that the Tartars' bows and arrows were too vicious, so in order to reduce casualties, he ordered the soldiers to stay away from the battlements to avoid the arrows, and sprinkled iron thistles on the ground. After the Tartar stepped on it, he stepped forward to kill it, and now there are many Tartars who have fallen on Ziren's path.

Seeing that Borot was pierced on the soles of his feet and was unstable on his feet, Ziren yelled, "Kill!" (To be continued.) )