The sun had already begun to tilt, slowly and resolutely descending towards the western horizon, Tian Kun reached out and wiped the blood on his face, took his gaze back, and looked at the city, the battle situation was still extremely stale, and the tragic battle was still the only focus on this land.

In the moat, which was about to be cut off, it had been rendered dark red by blood, and there were countless corpses floating in the river water, and the severed limbs and stumps were like garbage, thrown everywhere under the city. Originally, under the city, the flat ground outside the moat was like a muddy field after being trampled by countless ancient beasts, and the originally golden withered grass no longer knew where it had been lifted away, revealing the fat black soil, but the rags, leather robes, and the scooping blood plasma on it gradually turned from crimson to brown, and was poured with fresh blood again, layer by layer, stacked on top of each other, mixed in the soil. The area dozens of paces before this level has almost become a muddy swamp.

In the sky, the rain of arrows coming and going stabbed at the head of the city in a disorderly manner, or under the city pass, the living beings struggling on the rain of arrows were always quickly submerged, turning into lodging hedgehogs, and like thatched graves.

And the original gray-yellow wall, now rendered by bloodstains, fire oil, and gunsmoke into a strange palette-like color. And the originally flat wall is also full of devastation at this moment, near the female wall battlement, those tile-spur archers threw feather arrows, and then make the city seem to have more fluffy cactus balls.

A sandbag path through the moat was finally completed to the cheers of the Tile Spurs, and as the cheers and howls came and went, a large number of Dzungar soldiers in armor pushed or smashed the back of their shields or scimitars to lift the young men of the other tribes who stood in their way, and rushed through the passage. Facing the rain of boulders and arrows that had fallen from the head of the city, he struggled to pull up the ladders that had been placed on the moat, and began a new round of offensive.

However, the artillery on the top of the city was still roaring at an even speed, and after the fire, the thick white smoke rolled up, and countless black dots the size of fingers would penetrate the smoke, bringing up wisps of afterimage like black light, rubbing against the air and screaming piercingly, and then easily smashing the scimitar, tearing through the leather shield, tearing through the armor, burrowing into the hot body, and bursting out of the wound it pierced, a cloud of blood mist.

-------------------- every time a cannon sprayed more than 100 scattered bullets, it would empty the garden, just like the crop circle that suddenly appeared in Wiltshire, England, and there was not a single plant in it that could stand.

Such a terrifying lethality made the Tile Spur soldiers grit their teeth and curse the terrible killing weapon, but they had to resist the urging and scolding of the officers, and continue to meet the baptism of firearms and arrows. And more tile spur archers, under the urging of the officers, opened their hard bows and started a contest with the Ming archers and fire guns in the city.

Because, under the cover of that city wall, unless he is the best marksman, he can accurately and directly hit the target he wants to shoot dozens of steps away. However, in this kind of long-term continuous siege warfare, before facing the threat of death at any time, I am afraid that no one can still perform archery with peace of mind, even if it is an excellent archer, after pulling the hard bow fifteen times, it will begin to numb in both arms, fortunately, the Tile Spur soldiers are skilled in arching horses, and a group of archers will go down, and a group of them will be connected again, so as to maintain the suppression of the long-range firepower of the Ming army on the city wall, as well as the siege soldiers who protect the city.

However, on the side of the Ming army, in addition to bows and arrows, they also have a large number of crossbows and firearms. Although the crossbow is laborious to wind, it takes little effort to aim and snap the fire, and it is easier to condescendingly inflict a fatal blow on the target.

Although the rate of fire of the firearm is slow, once hit, the damage caused by the thick lead pellet far exceeds that of the bow and arrow. Not to mention the swarms that appear on the walls from time to time to scatter evenly and cause dense casualties, as well as the scattered bullets sprayed by the artillery.

Although the nomads are dominant in the field, they have always lacked the skills and efficiency to attack fortifications. Today's tile thorns lack sophisticated craftsmen and techniques to create sophisticated siege weapons. Now, this Tile Thorn army is simply hoping to exhaust the defenders' resistance with human lives. Although this tactic seems extremely cruel and bloody, it is also a helpless move.

Because, what they want to fight is the time difference, hoping to be able to consume all the defensive forces of the Dushikou Fort in the shortest possible time, and occupy this dangerous pass, which was destroyed by them last year, so that the Tile Spur Empire can plant its banner at the head of the upper capital, which has been abandoned for decades, and announce to everyone that the revival of the Mongols is coming.

It is precisely for this reason that he first put this important task in the hands of King Saikan, that is, he knows that his good brother knows his own ideas better than others, and he will not live up to his expectations.

As time dragged on, the Saikan King's expression became more and more impatient, and he kept giving orders one after another, and one hundred people were sent into battle one after another, hoping that these new forces would continue to maintain their oppressive power against the defenders of the city. While waiting for the arrival of the siege weapons in the rear.

Last year, it was by relying on several rushing cars to smash this loess rammed fortress to break into the city and open a road to the hinterland of the Ming Dynasty.

Although at that time, the number of the Tile Thorn army was much larger than now, but the Ming soldiers in the Dushikou Fort were also much smaller than at that time, so the king of Saikan was very confident that he would take the northernmost barrier of Xuanfu Town, the throat of Shangdu, in the shortest possible time. If it is taken, the rule of the Ross clan over the grassland will be more stable.

Already sitting on a sheet of carpet, sipping on spirits, and tasting the barbecue sent by his own soldiers, King Saikan's eyes shone with excitement and hideous light.

"Governor, should we let the children rest, it's been two hours, and it's too tired to continue fighting like this." Beside him, a general finally couldn't help it, stood up, and spoke cautiously. "Wait for the siege equipment to come, and then attack."

"Our warriors are very tired, but don't forget, those Nanban in the city will be even more tired, our number is more than ten times or even more than twenty times theirs, we just need to attack so non-stop, squeeze their last bit of strength, at that time, even if our warriors stab them with knives, they can't even move their fingers." The King of Magazines sneered twice, threw a shiny bone to the ground, and pointed to the battlefield filled with gunpowder in front of him. "This is my gift to my brother, the new Great Khan of the Great Yuan Empire, so what we need is a complete monolithic fortress, not a pile of rags. Do you understand? ”

The general could only retreat without promise, after all, what the king of Saikan said was indeed reasonable. Although the tile spur field battle is the king, it does not mean that they are invincible, and there are many field battles with the Ming Xuanfu, but the victory and defeat are half of the victory.

Thinking of the father and son of King Yang and King Xiao Yang, those generals also understood that if they had a complete monolithic fort, then at least, the warriors of the Tile Spur would no longer let the army led by King Yang be like a wild dog like last year, so that they had to give up to the pass of hand, and fled back to the prairie in a hurry and embarrassment.

(To be continued)