"Raise the shield in your hand for me, close to the female wall battlement, and give your ass and balls to Lao Tzu against the wall, otherwise, the arrows of the tile thorn tartar will shoot through your ass......" One of the hundred households smugly broke the sharp arrow that had pierced the ear shield of his iron helmet and scratched his cheek, and threw it on the ground, shouting and scolding loudly, so that the soldiers cheered up to avoid the rain of arrows pouring down.

Then, with his shouting, the soldiers who had avoided the rain of arrows got up again, bent their bows and arrows, and condescendingly fired back, while on the artillery position not far away, several soldiers were carrying large shields, trying to cover the rain of arrows falling from above, so as to cover the busy gunners, so that the artillery could be undisturbed again.

"Quick, come here, there's a brother here who is injured, pull him down." One of the soldiers helped a companion who had been hit by an arrow, and roared loudly, and soon two young men rushed out of the city tower not far away, and the two men carried the soldier who had been hit by an arrow in the arm, and turned around and ran towards the tower.

On the way back, nearly a hundred more feathered arrows were shot at the city, but fortunately, none of them hit them as they ran. Rushing to the front of the city tower, a feather arrow ghost stabbed straight into the back of the head of one of the young men, and just as he was about to hit the target, a bright sword light slashed from the side, cutting the feather arrow that had exhausted its strength in two on the spot and flying out diagonally.

"Get in!" Tian Kun, who had slashed the feather arrow, yelled at the two frightened young men who made him move, and then pushed away the soldiers who wanted to stop him from stepping out of the city tower, picked up a round shield and rushed out.

His own soldiers could only grit their teeth, grabbed their shields, and quickly followed Tian Kun, who was galloping. Rushed to the female wall battlements on the city wall, looking at the dense tile thorn tartars under the city pass and in front of the moat, Tian Kun couldn't help but take a deep breath, the howling north wind, not only did not blow away the heavy smell of blood and gunsmoke, but made people feel a biting chill.

"Damn, there must be at least 20,000 Tartars." Tian Kun spat viciously and cursed stupidly, although the tile thorn tartars under the city pass were already as dense as ants, but in the rear, there were still a large number of tile thorn soldiers still quietly waiting for the military order from the peak.

The fierce banners, the dust rising like clouds of smoke, the crippled cavalry that kept cruising back and forth, and the howls of those tile-spur people made it seem like a hell of evil spirits under the city walls.

Ladders of clouds were being carried forward from behind, and then, with the sound of the shouts, they came down the city without hesitation, and the desolate and whimpering trumpets echoed melodiously in the cold wind, as if it were an incomparable beast, baring its fangs and howling for attack.

-------------------- "General Tian, look, those Tartars are throwing sandbags into the moat. In an hour at most, they will be able to fill out a path, and by that time the brothers will have suffered great casualties. A deputy Qianhu rushed to the side of Tian Kun with a solemn face, raised his hand to pull out a feather arrow inserted in the gap of the iron armor on his body, threw it on the ground angrily, and shouted at that Tian Kun.

"What are you panicking about? The official is not blind, so he can see it naturally. Tian Kun glared at the deputy Qianhu viciously, and shouted coldly: "It will take at least half a day for the reinforcements to arrive at my monolithic fort, tell the brothers, don't forget, after the last monolithic fort was breached, the tile thorn tartar did not leave a living mouth, don't think about luck, we are the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, if we don't fight to the death to fight with the imperial tartars, do you still want to kneel on the ground like a Confucian man, and obediently let them cut off our heads?" ”

Hearing Tian Kun's roar, the face of this deputy Qianhu couldn't help but turn purple and stomped his feet, shaking the armor leaves on his body. "Who the hell wants to surrender the Tartars, the lower officials are worried that the brothers will suffer too many casualties like this, General Tian, can you let the artillery fight harder."

Tian Kun turned his head to take a look, and although the eight artillery pieces on the wall were currently firing, they were all deliberately slowed down by strict orders. After Tian Kun retracted his gaze, he shook his head resolutely: "No, there are too many Tartars, there are only sixteen artillery pieces in our Dushikou Fort in total, and this official has already ordered people to transfer the other eight cannons." Now, the main force of the Tartars has not yet come up, if it is used badly, how will it be good then? ”

Tian Kun's big hand rested on the shoulder of the deputy Qianhu, and he grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. "Don't worry, Lao Tzu, we won't let the brothers die in vain, let's die a brother, at least let ten thorn tartars pay for their lives, otherwise, how can we be worthy of the brothers who died last year."

"The last will obey." Hearing this, Deputy Qianhu nodded vigorously, took the war knife, and continued to run towards the other end of the other city wall, beckoning those soldiers to come up and strengthen the suppression of the tile thorn tartars under the city, at least, they must not be allowed to rush to the foot of the city wall easily.

Tian Kun watched those straw bags with leather shields on their heads and sand and gravel on their shoulders shuttling back and forth like a swarm of sapper ants, although from time to time someone would be hit by the sharp arrows in the city, or by the fire sharp, but these people fell, but more people would run out from the rear, snatching the sandbags in the hands of these dead or injured people, and continuing to rush towards the moat under the rain of arrows and gunsmoke.

Although the water of the moat drawn from the Qinglong River and the Huanglong River does not resemble a pool of stagnant water like ordinary moats, and from time to time the waves will roll up and remove some of the lighter sandbags, a visible protrusion can be seen, which is slowly but surely stretching towards the center of the moat.

Looking at those dense tile spur soldiers, Tian Kun also knew very well in his heart that with only one thousand soldiers in the city, plus less than three thousand young people, it was too much to want to carry at least 20,000 tile spur soldiers, but the artillery should not be used too frequently, otherwise, if it exploded, not only would the firepower of the side be lost in vain, but even those experienced gunners would be lost.

I had to do something about it, try to delay as much time as possible, and wait for reinforcements to arrive. After thinking about it, Tian Kun turned his head and shouted with a personal soldier beside him: "Tian San, pass Lao Tzu's general order, let them take a swarm of bees, rush there, and clean up for me." ”

"Don't worry, general, hand it over to the little one, and let those dog-called Tartars taste the power of our big open firearms." Hearing Tian Kun's command, Tian San couldn't help but show excitement on his face, and after answering loudly, he rushed away with the round shield.

It didn't take much effort, and more than a dozen people carefully carried a long barrel-shaped box-like thing tied with thick lacquered cloth and rushed up to the city wall, followed by Na Tian San to squeeze under the battlement of the city wall, and quickly lifted the lacquered cloth, revealing the true face of the thing inside, after lifting the wooden cover at one end, revealing the dense, snow-bright arrows inside, and after the plug cover at the other end was lifted, revealing the gray-white lead, which is the Ming Dynasty in dealing with dense enemies, in addition to artillery, Another of the most effective weapons of individual killing: a swarm.

Most of the tile spur soldiers under the -------------------- city are also a leather robe, for the sharp arrows of the Ming Dynasty, they really lack sufficient defensive capabilities, as long as they are shot by the sharp arrows of the Ming Dynasty or the fire guns, they can only fall in despair, and in the rear, there will be officers in heavy armor roaring loudly, waving the scimitars in their hands, urging more soldiers to rush forward, with a desperate attitude to fill the wide moat.

These are all the Yongshaobu tribes who were conquered by the Dzungar tribe, and the young men who survived by luck, since they have become the vanquished, they can only bend their waists in humiliation and become the advance troops of the Dzungar tribe to attack the enemy, that is, cannon fodder.

All the armor in their tribe has been scraped off by the Dzungar Ministry, so they can only use their shoulders and chests to meet the sharp weapons of the Han people, and they dare not run away, because not only will they lose their lives, but their families will all become slaves.

can only silently endure the insults on the back of the knife that was drawn, hoping that he can slaughter a few Han people in this battle and set up labor, so that he will be better treated because of his meritorious service.

Frightened, they ran forward with the small leather shield that barely covered their heads, picked up the sandbags and prayed that they would be able to rush to the moat, throw them down, and then return to the rear safely.

All the soldiers covered their heads with shields, buried their heads, and ran forward with all their might, not noticing that more than a dozen barrels were quietly sticking out of the battlements of the city wall on this side, which seemed to be slowly adjusting their direction, lowering their height little by little.

"Are you ready? Are you all set? Don't let Lao Tzu go crooked, otherwise, let General Tian take you to the marching law. Na Tian San circled behind everyone, and after making sure that everything was ready, a pair of red eyes stared at the side of the moat, so dense that any spittle star could hit a person's thorn tartar, and then took a deep breath. Right now, burn the lead! ”

As Na Tian San's voice sounded, more than a dozen Shinka lit the fuses behind these wooden barrels, and then as the green smoke emerged, there was a slight sneering sound that continued to sound.

"Bastard, stand up for Lao Tzu, you Confucian husbands and sheep of the Yongshao Bu Department, have you already fed the wolves with your strength and guts?" Beside the sandbag road, which was gradually stretching towards the center of the moat, Tengger, a well-clad warrior of the Dzungar tribe in excellent iron armor, loudly scolded the cannon fodder soldiers of the Yongshao tribe who stumbled past him with sandbags on their shoulders.

And just as he was about to smash the back of his knife into a Yongshao Bubu soldier who dared to splash muddy water on his clean and shiny iron armor, suddenly, he heard a sound that sounded from the top of the city, like a grassland eagle......

(To be continued)