Chapter 394: Mao Wenlong and Huang Taiji fought for the first time

Huang Taiji looked at the arrow tower that was smashed into powder from a distance, and felt as if he had been beaten by someone.

"Siege ......" Huang Taiji had a dark face and waved his hand expressionlessly to order the siege.

The battlefield that was "quiet" sounded again with the terrible sound of trumpets and war drums. The siege team thousands of steps away began to move slowly towards Zhenjiang Fort.

Walking slowly close to Zhenjiang Fort, carrying ladders, carrying wooden planks, and holding wooden shields, the Houjin soldiers shouted, rushing to Zhenjiang Fort like a tide.

“…… The Tartars are really rare this time" Mao Wenlong squatted behind the city wall, looked at the siege Tartars, and made an unsatisfactory comment.

The flow of people from the Houjin siege soon crossed the moat, the moat was not wide, the water was shallow, and it was already full of ladders and door panels, and then the ladder was to be put up on the city wall.

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On the city wall, countless calm commanding voices have already sounded.

"Grenades, ready ......"

"Ten Steps, Throw ......"

There was a loud shout, and a puff of green smoke rose from the originally silent city wall, followed by a lump of iron......

Huang Taiji looked at the piece of things flying out of Zhenjiang Fort, and knew in his heart that it was not good, holding the whip in his hand and squeezing it tightly.

"Boom ......"

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The grenade exploded violently, and there was a dense thunderous roar, instantly covering all the sounds on the battlefield. The first burst of thunder and flint had just passed, followed by the second one......

"Boom ......" is another dense burst of thunder and flint.

Huang Taiji looked at the thunder and flint that followed, and his heart was horrified, beyond words, what was said in the letter, like thunder plowed, was indeed right, that Zhenjiang Fort didn't know that this time it threw thousands of grenades to pop out, so that it had such an effect, Huang Taiji looked at Zhenjiang Fort that was filled with smoke in shock, and couldn't speak for a long time.

Because Huang Taiji ordered a feint, therefore, as soon as an iron lump was thrown down on the city wall, the Houjin soldiers who were besieging the city below immediately threw away the ladders and door panels, and ran back quickly.

Behind the city walls, there was already a lot of scolding.

"Stop, stop, stop, don't throw it, the Tartar is really a soft egg, all run, don't throw ......, hear it, tell you not to throw it......" Baihu, the general flag can't stop scolding his soldiers, so as not to waste grenades, the siege of the Tartars, just do a show, the ladder up, few climbed up, see the city smoke is rising, there are people running back without looking back, this time throwing thousands of grenades, the explosion is to kill some, however, the results of the battle are far less "rich" than the first time, the general flag, the hundred households scolded angrily, While scolding.

A little farther outside the city wall, the arrow tower has been trying to suppress with a bow and arrow, have also retreated, this burst of thunder and flint, really scary, the people on the arrow tower, all of them are looking at the smoke of Zhenjiang Fort with a blue face, and then ask people to pull the arrow tower to retreat, some unlucky, even thrown far away grenades to "rub" a little, so that the arrow tower collapsed.

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"This time the tartars are too rare, and a lot of grenades have been thrown in vain...... Mao Wenlong estimated this consequence early, and now that the smoke under the city wall has not dissipated, Mao Wenlong can't help but complain.

"Dashuai, even if it is a lot rarer, but there are also a lot of results, throwing thousands of grenades out, two or three hundred heads are always in hand, ...... will not be lost, if you calculate it like this, you can think about it......" A personal entourage beside Mao Wenlong joked about Mao Wenlong.

"The boy is poor-mouthed, and he threw two or three thousand grenades, only two or three hundred heads, which is called rowing? After throwing 10,000 grenades, isn't there only 1,000 heads? If forty or fifty thousand grenades were thrown, wouldn't there be only four or five thousand heads? , there are fifty or sixty thousand people in the Tartars, and the grenades are thrown, and we drink the northwest wind? Mao Wenlong immediately taught his personal followers.

“…… Hehehe...... handsome, there are five or six thousand Tartar heads, you are still not satisfied, you know, our Zhenjiang Fort is only four or five thousand people, if you can exchange five or six thousand Tartar heads, it is worth it, it is definitely worth it...... Hehe...... "The relatives didn't care about their own life and death, and joked with their own handsome.

"This kid ...... and learned to be poor...... Mao Wenlong smiled and scolded his own relatives.

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The thunderous thunder and flint had just passed, and the smoke had just risen.

Ermao impatiently threw a hook outside the white city wall. After throwing it out, I felt as if I was hooking something, and then I pulled hard, and I felt as if I had hooked it properly, so I began to pull the hook back hard. ,

"Grandma's, Ermao, are you hooking things again? It's so lucky......" Before the soldier of another small flag on the side came to his senses, he saw that Ermao next to him threw out the hook very professionally and quickly, and was already fishing for corpses, so he came back to his senses, and the time for fishing for the results of the battle had come......

On the city wall, without waiting for the commanders' orders, the soldiers spontaneously threw hooks.

"Hurry up, hurry up, everyone has thrown hooks, why are you fools still staying? Will the corpse jump up on its own? Hurry up and throw the hook hook, ......, remember not to show your head...... "Some small flags, the veterans also came to their senses and began to urge their soldiers to throw hooks, so on the city wall, immediately threw out a hundred and ten ropes, and fished "things" outside the city wall in a "sea of fog". Ermao is the star of their Zhenjiang Fort's "corpse fishing", and there is a person who fishes up the glorious record of two Tartar leaders, so as soon as he saw him start to fish for corpses, he followed suit and threw hooks out one after another.

"The children are very happy to fish for things...... Mao Wenlong looked at his sons and grandchildren fishing for corpses one by one, and scolded with a smile.

"Hey, hey, hey......" The entourage laughed.

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The smoke behind the thunder and flint gradually dissipated, and the true face of Zhenjiang Fort was once again revealed in front of people.

This time is different from before, I don't know when there are hundreds of ropes on the city wall......

Huang Taiji looked at this strange scene, his heart sank, and he couldn't help asking, "What are they doing here?" ”

"Back to the Great Khan, they're hooking our corpses with hooks." A Houjin general on the side, who had seen this kind of thing, replied.

Although Huang Taiji also knows about this, it is another thing to know and see it with his own eyes.

Some of the hooks that had hooked the corpse had already hooked the corpse and began to pull up slowly. A corpse hanging from a rope was already clearly visible, and even the blood that was still dripping from the corpse could be seen.

More and more corpses were pulled up.

Huang Taiji saw the blood gushing up, and his hand holding the horsewhip couldn't help jumping up slightly. After fighting for so many years, I have never seen such a person who does not spare a dead body, which is really insulting.

"Mao Wenlong, you brute ......, you don't even let go of the dead corpse......, siege the city, siege the city, siege ......" Huang Taiji's eyes were full of stars, the blood in his body surged upward, and he couldn't help but shout out the word siege.

The horn of "Woo Woo ......" sounded again, and the drum beat of "Knock Dong" sounded again.

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"The Tartar siege is coming, the Tartar siege is coming...... prepare for war, prepare for war, prepare for war......" At the head of the city, when they heard the terrible sound of the trumpet, they immediately shouted, and some of the people who were still pulling the corpse immediately let go and began to prepare for war.

Ermao is a person who recognizes and does not let go, although the commander is shouting to prepare for war, but he has no intention of letting go, and bundles the rope that pulls the corpse to his body, frees his hands and feet, and begins to prepare for war. The general flag in the distance was seen, and he wanted to teach a few words and let Ermao throw the corpse down, but when he saw that Ermao had freed up his hands and feet and was actively preparing for war, he just smiled bitterly and shook his head, I had never seen this kind of person who wanted the corpse to die.

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The troops besieging the city of Houjin, from a thousand paces away, began to march in formation, reaching two or three hundred steps, began to accelerate, and when they reached one hundred and fifty steps, they began to run, and a great battle was about to start again, or rather, a massacre, which was about to be staged again.

"Cymbal...... Cymbal...... ...... cymbal"

"Cymbal...... Cymbal...... The cymbal......" A rapid sound of gold crossed the entire battlefield. When Houjin's soldiers heard the sound of cymbals, they ran back without knowing their heads.

Although Huang Taiji was furious and attacked the city, at the last moment, his mind was still sober, and he immediately withdrew his troops.

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"The Tartars retreated ......"

"How did the Tartars return? I've opened the lid on this grenade......"

"Hurry up and put away the grenades, don't be lit by the incense, otherwise everyone will finish playing, you fools, call you, hurry up, I heard that there is no ......" The officers on the city wall began to scold and maintain some chaotic scenes, many people were already preparing to light grenades, but the Tartars suddenly retreated, so there was chaos on the city wall.

"The tartar shrank like this? I knew that I would have learned Ermao and not throw ropes......" On the city tower, the soldiers began to scold, just in order to prepare for the war, most of the people threw away the corpses that were pulled into the air, but the Tartars went back halfway. ,

Ermao untied the rope tied to his body with a proud face, and began to pull the corpse that was still hanging in the air. The people on the side were envious.

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"What's that little cub's name? It's quite aggressive. When Mao Wenlong saw the Tartar retreating, his eyes turned back to the city wall, and when he saw this scene on the city wall, he asked his relatives around him.

"Dashuai, that kid? In our Zhenjiang Fort, but notoriously lucky, called Ermao, hehe, last time I pulled two small Tartar leaders up in one breath, when I was shot by a Tartar on the head with an arrow, Leng is nothing at all, that luck, it's so good......" A pro-entourage on the side immediately replied.

"Oh......" Mao Wenlong smiled and nodded.

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At the last moment, Huang Taiji endured it, and Mingjin withdrew his troops. Looking at the soldiers who were retreating like a tide, Huang Taiji clenched his horsewhip tightly and said fiercely: "Go, go back to the camp." Then he rode his horse towards the camp.

Houjin camp, sweat tent.

Huang Taiji Tie blushed his face, and the size of Baylor was also about the same face, today's siege is completely no different from the last siege, and he didn't even touch the city wall, no, he touched the city wall last time, and someone climbed up, this time, he only walked under the city wall once, and he came back, it was better to attack the city for the first time.

"Let's talk about what to do, the grenade is really sharp, Ben Khan has never seen it before, and he doesn't believe it, but now that he has seen it with his own eyes, he knows that the power is huge, and it is not something that flesh and blood can resist......" Huang Taiji said as soon as he entered the sweat tent.

Big and small Baylor, the minions have a bitter face.

"Great Khan, it seems that you can only wait for the cannon, how can you attack this kind of thing without cannons?"

"Great Khan, my Dajin started as a horse archer, if I blindly rely on artillery, how will I fight in the future? According to the minions, it is better for us to make noise day and night, pretending to attack the city, in this way, tens of thousands of people take turns to fight, and the tiredness will also exhaust Mao Wenlong's people to death, and wait until Mao Wenlong's men and horses are exhausted, and then rush to the city, even if there are some casualties, it will definitely cause Mao Wenlong to die......"

"Yes, Great Khan, according to the minion, it is better to grind Mao Wenlong's sharpness first, and then say, you can shoot some rockets at Zhenjiang Fort with the arrow tower, the minion thought, since there are a large number of firearms in Zhenjiang Fort, then, it must be afraid of fire, if it can ignite a powder magazine, then Mao Wenlong will inevitably suffer heavy losses, if he can have a few more, then Mao Wenlong is estimated to regret coming to Zhenjiang Fort."

And immediately in the tent of the sweat began to argue about the siege of the city. Some are looking forward to the early arrival of artillery, while others are preparing for a harassment war.

"How do you do it? Even if Mao Wenlong's men and horses are tired, they still have the strength to throw a grenade, you saw it just now, that thunder and flint, anyone who sees it is afraid, if you keep throwing it one after another, I don't know how many people will be filled in, this is absolutely not good, no......"

"Great Khan, I don't think it's better to feint, first consume Mao Wenlong's grenades, every time as long as a few people run within forty or fifty steps, then Mao Wenlong must be countless grenades thrown out, let's just slowly consume his grenades, Mao Wenlong without grenades, but a bug ......"

There were many people who came up with ideas, Huang Taiji sat on the sweat chair, listening attentively to the argument below, although the argument was a little fierce, but Huang Taiji did not stop it.

As they were discussing, there was a "bang, bang, bang......" sound outside, and the sound kept ringing, which was very terrifying.

"Come on, go out and see what's going on." Huang Taili immediately stood up and shouted.

"Chirp," one of the minions agreed, and immediately ran out to see what was going on.

The sound of "bang ......" continued, and after a while, the slave ran in panting, and said, "Qi Qi Great Khan, it was the Zhenjiang Fort that put guns in the Arrow Tower to hit us." The minion spoke with a hint of horror in his eyes.

"Oh, how's the battle going? Are there any casualties? Huang Taiji asked.

"Hui Khan, yes, a lot of people have been injured, and many of them have fallen from the arrow tower......" The minion replied as he lowered his head.

Huang Taiji looked at the appearance of his minion, and knew that it must not be so simple, and remembered the scene of the Ming Dynasty soldiers beating him on an arrow tower just now, and asked sharply: "What the hell is going on?" ”

The slave was taken aback, and said: "Back to the Great Khan, those people in the Ming Dynasty, still the same as before, all the muskets only hit one arrow tower, each hit one, each must become powder, must be powdered before stopping, now, the arrow tower approaching a hundred steps has all retreated to one hundred and twenty steps away, however, the muskets of the Ming Dynasty seem to be one hundred and twenty steps away from the firepower, and now, those arrow towers are retreating two hundred steps away, ......",

"What, two hundred steps?" Huang Taiji asked in surprise, isn't the new musket of the Ming Dynasty only a hundred steps away? Why are you still fighting after 200 steps?

"Hui Da Khan, yes, it seems that two hundred steps are not very stable, and there are still arrow towers that have been hit......" the minion said in fear.

"Two hundred steps is not steady? Still moving back? …… On the top of the arrow tower, didn't you ask you to make some boards that could cover the muskets made in the Ming Dynasty? You didn't build it? Huang Taiji didn't believe it and got angry at Amin.

"The Great Khan may be the Great Buddha Lang Machine of the Ming Dynasty, and only the Great Buddha Lang Machine will have such power......," a person next to him reminded.

"Eh......, my pig's head ......" Huang Taiji suddenly remembered something, and smashed his head with his hand.

"Quickly tell those arrow towers to retreat to 300 steps away, without Ben Khan's order, it is strictly forbidden to approach Zhenjiang Fort......" Huang Taiji remembered that the Ming Dynasty people were not only famous for their "Da Nei made" muskets, but also for the big Buddha Lang machine that made the Mongols suffer a lot. Those big Buddha machines, some weigh dozens of catties, or even hundreds of catties, the power is very strong, although ordinary people are unable to move, but, the Ming Dynasty people put him on the side car, with cattle to pull away, a car camp hundreds of Franc machines continue to fire, that scene, the Mongols call it a nightmare, now, Huang Taiji is to understand why the Mongols were killed by the Ming Dynasty's Qi Jiguang like a chicken slaughtered sheep. [The Franc machine has a lot of guns, and if you hit one gun, you can change to another gun, and you can fire continuously, so if you are a skilled army in practice, you can fire continuously, even more continuously than the three-stage and five-stage shots of the musket. 】

"Chirp," the minion immediately agreed, and rushed out.

In the sweat tent that was still arguing a lot just now, it was terrifyingly quiet, and just now someone said that they were going to use rockets to shoot the powder magazine of Zhenjiang Fort, but now it seems that it is probably wishful thinking, two or three hundred steps away, how many people can shoot arrows into Zhenjiang Fort?

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Mao Wenlong had already stood up straight, holding a telescope and observing the battlefield without any scruples.

"Hahaha...... Another arrow tower has been beaten to powder......" Mao Wenlong smiled without scruples.

"That's it, father, this Tartar is really stupid, I guess I've only heard of the fire gun made by Ouchi, but I haven't heard of the big Buddha Lang machine made by Ouchi, hehe, this group of fools thought that they didn't beat him before, they couldn't do anything about him, but now that they have been beaten, they should know that it hurts......" A personal entourage touted Mao Wenlong.

"Dashuai, our grenade is also made in the big house, and the cannon is also made in the big house, and there are a lot of big inside products, this tartar is really stupid......

Mao Wenlong listened to the praise of his entourage and generals, and smiled proudly.