"Is there any news from the cavalry sent out?" Removing the iron armor from his body, he opened his brocade robe, revealing his chest hair like pig's bristles, and continued to drink the spirits, dancing the golden and crispy lamb chops in his hand.

"Don't worry, the two thousand cavalry of the Tumut and Horqin tribes are cruising on the east and west sides of the Dushikou Fort. If there is a Ming army coming to the aid of the surrounding forts, it will be a self-defeating net. A general who was also eating a large piece of the thorn answered.

King Saikan laughed and nodded, "Well, this is the best, they can't get enough reinforcements, and the Pontus wants to see how long they can last." ”

"Governor, our warriors have traveled more than two hundred miles in a row, and after arriving here, they have not been rested, and if there is a change, the last general will ......be afraid," said an old man with a heavy burden. In addition, now that the victory or defeat is not scored, please don't drink it anymore, otherwise, if something happens, the governor will ......."

"Afraid of what? Could it be that the 2,000 cavalry of the Tumut and Horqin divisions ate dry food? Hmph, what Bendu brought was the grassland eagle of 20,000 heroes, can't even the more than 1,000 Nanban still be able to take it? King Saikan glared at this guy with dissatisfaction and snorted coldly: "We are more than ten times the enemy, as long as we take the Dushikou Fort, at most, there will be reinforcements here, at that time, let alone the generals of Xuanfu, even if King Yang comes again, it will be useless." ”

"Wine will only make the blood of our Mongols hotter, let us shoot our bows and arrows farther, and our scimitars will be more skillful in cutting off the heads of those southern barbarians. Even if I'm drunk, I can still easily screw off the heads of those Nanban and step on them. ”

The King spat viciously, his drunken eyes staring at the monolithic castle with cruel desire. "Tell the soldiers, take turns to attack, and don't give those southern barbarians any chance to rest. As long as they capture the monolithic fortress, they are allowed to have a good time like last time. ”

Hearing the words of the King of Saikan, the soldiers of the Dzungar Department not far away couldn't help but cheer excitedly, for them, the plundering heavenly surname has long been rooted in their bodies, these southern barbarians, in their eyes, are fat lambs, their wealth, those gorgeous silks, exquisite porcelain, and those women whose skin is as white and tender as goat's milk, should belong to their own strong people on the grassland.

As their greatest Khan said, the greatest pleasure of a man is to subdue the rebels, to defeat the enemy, to take all that he has, to ride his horse, and to take his beautiful wives and concubines. Let all the grassy places be my horses.

--------------------Although the glory of Yuan and Mongolia has long passed, and the Golden Horde established by the descendants of the Mongols has long since been their own affairs, or even enemies of each other, every warrior in the steppe has not forgotten the heroic words of their greatest khan.

This is also their greatest dream, like their ancestors, to conquer those Nanban again, occupy the prosperous Central Plains, and wantonly demand everything they need, whether it is money, land, or women.

With the promise of the King of Saikan, cheers came one after another, and even some of the Tile Spur warriors who had been retiring were so stimulated that they waved the scimitars in their hands, and let out a crazy cry of hoho, and once again poured into the crowd and rushed towards the fort filled with gunpowder.

And when the King of Saikan looked at this scene, he couldn't help grinning and laughing heartily: "This is the man of our grassland, in the face of our enemy, he should be as crazy as a wolf pack, you say, right?!" ”

Seeing the blood-red eyes of the Saikan King with a hint of madness, everyone could only stiffen their heads and show a smiling face, echoing the Saikan King's words. For this killer demon king, they really don't have the courage to risk their own lives.

On the prairie, everyone likes fine wine and spirits, and it is common for people to drink and have fun in the army. Even if you drink a good drink of wine when you go to the battlefield, no one will say anything, but as the commander of an army, it is really stupid to drink like this.

However, these chiefs and generals who came with the king of Saikan were unwilling and did not dare to persuade him, because the name of the king of Saikan's cruelty and killing had spread throughout the grassland long ago, not in a day or two. And many of them, who had fought with the king of Saikan, were well aware of this man's irritable surname.

It is clearer that he dared to raise the butcher's knife in his hand even the general of the Dzungar department, and he was unharmed afterwards. This kind of proof has made these generals and leaders understand that the conventions and iron laws laid down by Genghis Khan in the steppe in the past have been almost destroyed by the Dzungar tribes that are now rising, or by their Ross.

Genghis Khan said: Having defeated the enemy, we share the wealth we have acquired. However, since the conquest of most of the enemy of the steppe, he no longer observed, and the wealth that the tribes had obtained, or could distribute, was sometimes not even one-fifth or even one-tenth of that which the Ross alone had received. If it weren't for fear, fear of the strength of the Dzungar Ministry, how could they still work for such a person?

"Drink, drink, it's better to get drunk." The people who eagerly toasted with flattering smiles on their faces almost all had the same thoughts, and even wished that the king of Saikan had drunk too much and went mad, and rushed to the walls of the monolithic fortress with his bare buttocks and scimitars to die.

The artillery was still roaring, roaring like thunder, roaring one after another, and the blazing white flames could always spit out countless lead pellets, clearing out one blank area after another. From time to time, there is a sharp and dense scream, and a swarm of bees that constantly shoots out groups of arrows rain, also harvesting countless lives.

The feathered arrows above the city were now dense like a high-yielding field full of ripe ears of wheat, and many young men squatted on their wooden shields to pull out these feathered arrows for the soldiers who were still shooting.

"What's going on, why hasn't even a team of reinforcements appeared so far?" There was already a gap in the ear protection on the left, and there were also a few broken iron armor on the body, a hundred households struggled to cut down a tile thorn tartar that stuck out of the battlement, turned his head to Tian Kun, who was not far away and led his own soldiers to rush over for reinforcements, and asked loudly, At this moment, this hundred households can no longer care about the usual official position, here, they are all soldiers of the Ming Dynasty.

"Yes, but it was stopped, and the damned Tartars have scattered cavalry around, and the two thousand soldiers and horses of Junzi's Fort are now being blocked twenty miles from our Dushikou Fort. The Tartars were cavalry, and they couldn't rush over. Tian Kun wiped the blood from his face, panted and replied loudly.

"What about the half-walled shop? Although it was a little farther away, there were nearly a thousand cavalry there, and they should have almost arrived. The Baihu shook off the plasma on the war knife and said with a sad face: "Could it be that those dogs don't even have the courage to send troops, and they can't see us struggling to make a difference?" ”

"Impossible, if that's the case, they will definitely not be able to pass the court level. However, the longer we resist here, the more anxious the Tile Tarttars will become, and by now, they are almost out of order. The war knife in Tian Kun's hand pointed at the city, now, where can you tell which tribe is which, the tile thorn tartars below have long lost the discipline and formation at the beginning, and they just blindly want to climb the top of the wall.

And the feathered arrows that had been dense like rain from the beginning began to appear sparse, although the Tile Thorns had the advantage in numbers, but the uninterrupted attack of more than two hours made the Tile Spur soldiers who had been running wild all morning also began to weaken their hands and feet, although the promise of the King of Saikan once again stimulated their potential, but after all, it could not last. This was a siege battle, not a field duel, and so far, only two narrow sandbag passages had been built that could only accommodate a few people, and hundreds of lodging floating corpses were floating in the moat water around these two passages alone.

(To be continued)