It is worth mentioning that although the Mongols' bows and arrows are as famous as the Qing soldiers, there are still some differences between the two, the Mongols' bows and arrows focus on range, so although their arrows are still powerful, their armor-piercing ability is much better than that of the Qing soldiers. However, the Qing soldiers paid attention to the power of the arrows, and if people were hit by the arrows they shot, they basically lost their combat effectiveness.

Now hundreds of Mongolian archers are standing 60 steps away from the city wall, constantly firing arrows at the city wall, and dense arrows rain fly up the city wall.

Looking at the dense rain of arrows, Pang Gang, who was hiding behind the battlement, frowned slightly, turned his head and asked Yi Jiang beside him: "Master Yi, is this how those Mongols attacked the city these days?" ”

"Exactly!" Yi Jiang was a little embarrassed and said: "These Mongols relied on strong bows to suppress our archers to death, and our archers would be suppressed by them as soon as they showed their heads, so those Mongol soldiers were able to easily climb the city." ”

"Then what about your bird-screws, why don't you take the opportunity to suppress it?"

Yi Jiang heard Pang Gang's question, and his face showed a look of surprise, "Don't you know the situation of our Ming Dynasty's bird guns, the quality of our bird guns is too poor, five or six out of ten are easy to blow up, and the soldiers would rather use bows and arrows than use them, but where is the opponent of the Tartars at the level of playing bows and arrows, so they were crushed to death by those Mongols." However, this official said yesterday that the quality of your bird gun is very high, and it is really incredible that you didn't have a single blow up. ”

Yi Jiang's surprise is also reasonable, in the late Ming Dynasty, because the status of the craftsman was too low, and the eunuchs in charge of supervising the production of weapons would only make money, which led to a large number of craftsmen fleeing, so that the barrels of the bird guns made were of different thicknesses, and the quality was poor to the point of outrageous, and the manufacture of bird guns was complex and costly.

As he spoke, seeing that the Mongolian soldiers had approached the city wall in large numbers, Pang Gang waved his hand to the herald who had been following him, and the herald immediately pulled out a whistle from his waist and blew it vigorously, and the whistle, which was jokingly called the sharp whistle by the Ming soldiers, immediately made a sharp and rhythmic sound, and the sound of "doodoooo" immediately spread throughout this section of the city wall.

The whistle was an order, and after hearing the whistle, more than 200 bird-guns on the city wall stretched their heads and bird-guns out of the battlements under the cover of the shields raised by the sword and shield soldiers behind them.

"Bird fire!"

"Fire!"

One by one, small flags and general flags issued orders to open fire.

"Bang Bang Bang"

Bursts of white mist rose faintly in the still chilly air, and lead bullets flew out of the chamber of the gun under the impetus of gunpowder kinetic energy.

The sudden shooting of the bird guns caught the Mongol soldiers by surprise, although they had also heard that yesterday their masters, the elite horsemen of Manchuria, suffered a big loss in the face of the blows of these Ming army bird guns, but after all, they had not experienced it personally. Moreover, they had climbed the city wall of Texas several times in the siege of the city in the previous days, so although they knew that reinforcements were coming from the city of Texas, they still had sufficient confidence in the hearts of those Mongolian soldiers, but today they found themselves encountering a hard bone that they could not gnaw.

When there was a sound of "popping" birds on the city wall, the Mongolian archers who were standing under the city wall swaggering calmly and calmly fired arrows at the city wall finally tasted the evil fruits that the Qing soldiers tasted yesterday, a row of guns rang out, and immediately more than 20 Mongolian archers were hit by lead bullets and fell to the ground, and the archers who were hit by lead bullets only felt a strong force coming from their bodies, and then a sharp pain spread all over their bodies. Those archers who were shot in the head and died on the spot were better, but those who were shot in the chest or abdomen could not die for a while, and could only lie on the ground with a howl and roll in pain, and some archers were shot in the abdomen and had a big hole in the abdomen, and even the back intestines flowed out, and the blue-gray intestines dragged on the ground after rolling all over the ground under severe pain, which looked extremely terrifying.

"Quick, quick, reload!"

Although the Mongol soldiers under the city were taken by surprise, the remaining archers still stubbornly shot arrows upward, trying to suppress the bird-stalkers on the city walls. And the bird-gunners on the city wall quickly drew their guns after firing, cleaned the barrels, and immediately began to reload. After Pang Gang "invented" the fixed gunpowder and flintlock pistol, the speed of the bird's guns was several times higher than the original, and after simplifying the reloading process, this kind of bird's gun, which could only be fired in one or two minutes, has now reached a speed of about two rounds per minute under full speed fire.

"Bang Bang Bang"

The platoon guns rang out again, and this time the Mongolian archers fell dozens more, but they were taken aback by the overseers of the battles behind Dorozi He Beizi and Hayang Libeizi, why were those Ming people's bird guns so vicious, and their archers had no resistance at all.

"Quick, order to increase the number of archers and shoot down the Ming army at the head of the city." Tara Ziga hurriedly issued an order to the front, and soon more than 300 more archers ran towards the foot of the city wall, and a battle of bows and arrows and bird guns began again

The sound of birds on the city wall continued to sound, the deafening sound of fire shook the ears of those sword and shield soldiers who were responsible for covering, and the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke emitted by the bird guns also made them snort, watching the firelight rising from their eyes from time to time, but it was terrifying.

After some shooting, the two sides generally damaged each other, but the Lingshanwei bird gunners had the cover of shields, and after the training and cooperation of the actual combat along the way, the cooperation between the sergeants gradually became tacit. The sword and shield soldiers did not draw their weapons when the bird soldiers fired, but held their shields with both hands to protect themselves and the bird guns with all their might, and a large shield was danced by them impenetrable. Therefore, the damage of the Mongol arrows was limited, and after several rounds of fire, only five or six of the bird-fired soldiers were wounded, and most of them were shot in the body. All of the bird soldiers have chain mail protection, it can be said that they are well-equipped, their injuries are not very serious, after such a long time of shooting, only one unlucky guy was shot in the face and fell to the ground screaming, and was immediately carried down the city by the baggage soldiers who were responsible for saving people to see if they could be treated.

On the other hand, the Mongolian archers stood under the city wall one by one, swaggered, stood up straight, and shot at the city wall, if such a conspicuous target didn't hit you, it would really be a good opportunity, the bird gunners were unceremoniously fired at them fiercely, but after a while, more than 200 archers became the souls of the guns.

Seeing the heavy losses of his sons, Haryan Beizi could no longer sit still on horseback, he grabbed Dorozihe's hand and said loudly: "Dorozihe Beizi, we can't go on like this, our archers have suffered too many casualties. If this continues, all of our archers will die, and it is not easy for our clan to train an archer! ”

At this time, a cold sweat began to ooze from Dorozihe's head, and he said stiffly: "Haryan Beizi, now Lord Rao Yu Belle is watching us from behind, if we just retreat like this, can Rao Yu Belle get around us?" ”

"Then we can't watch the warriors of our tribe die in vain!" Haryan suddenly became anxious, they came to follow the master to make soy sauce this time, although sometimes they also make efforts, but there is no need to take all their net worth.

"No, we have to remove the archers quickly, otherwise the casualties will be too great, and we won't be able to explain to the elders of the clan when we go back!"

"Okay, then order the tribes to hurry up the siege, as long as we can climb the city wall and win, it will be ours." Doroziga gritted his teeth and agreed with Haryan's opinion.

"Woo woo"

In a melodious sound of bull horns, the Mongolian archers, who had suffered heavy casualties, spread their feet and retreated, while Mongolian soldiers with small round shields rushed desperately towards the city wall with ladders.

On the city wall, Pang Gang and Yi Jiang observed the battle situation under the battlement through the battlement under the cover of the shield, and after seeing the heavy casualties of the Mongolian archers under the attack of the city's head birds, even Yi Jiang, who always had a black face, showed a subtle smile.

However, with the retreat of the Mongol archers and the official siege of those Mongol soldiers, Yi Jiang's heart began to hang again.

"Huge people, these Mongols are going to set up a ladder to attack the city, you should be careful."

Pang Gang said calmly: "Master Yi, don't worry, these Mongolians are good at riding and archery kung fu, and now they have given up their strengths and dismounted to fight siege warfare with us, isn't this attacking the enemy with their own shortcomings?" As long as there are no Mongolian archers, our city defense equipment can play a role. ”

"Golden juice ready!"

While speaking, the Mongolian soldiers forcibly erected the ladder and climbed desperately to the city wall one by one like ants, and then the officers' orders sounded on the city wall again.

The soldiers scooped up a lump of hot gold juice from the boiling cauldron with a wooden spoon and poured it down the city, only to hear a miserable wail, and the Mongol soldiers who were doused by the hot gold juice all rolled down the ladder, and fell straight from the two-zhang high city wall to the ground, if not to die, they were crippled.

The yellow-orange-orange golden juice was like a rain flower from the sky, and there was a kind of desolate beauty when viewed from a distance, but only the Mongolian soldiers in the vicinity knew what kind of foul smell and viciousness was under this yellow rain!

(To be continued)