Chapter 411 Battle

On the city wall, there are no more grenades, and they are already hand-to-hand.

Outside the city wall, there were Tartars who came up with ladders and shields, and because the opening of the wall was opened, the Tartars who poured in from the openings also held their shields and built ladders towards the remnant wall.

There are no more strength grenades on the city wall, and what remains is the primitive means of defending the city, and the enemy is fighting for his life.

A soldier picked up a fork and pushed a Tartar ladder outward, and the Tartar on the ladder had no place to focus, and fell from the top of the ladder screaming, unable to see below, and fell, not dying, but also wounded, and the injury was worse than death.

The soldier was about to fork the ladder of the second Tartar when he shot an arrow from behind, and the soldier was in pain and mō in the back, but he couldn't wipe the arrow on his back.

"Be careful, there are Tartars in the back......" Zhang Baihu cut down a Tartar who had climbed the city wall with a knife, and shouted loudly, however, such a reminder has not had much effect, in order to defend against the Tartars who have ascended the city in front, you must get up to meet the enemy, and together, the Tartars who have come in through the gap in the city wall will be easily found by the light of the fire.

The battle was at its worst in an instant, and the Tartars were pouring in from the gaps towards the two remnants of the wall.

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Zhang Heng looked anxiously on the second city wall, these two sections of the ruined wall, I am afraid that they will not be able to hold it, the Tartars will attack from the inside and outside, there are not enough grenades on the city, it is impossible to hold it, and the commander will increase the casualties.

"Dashuai" Zhang Heng looked down anxiously, and by the light of the fire, he could see that the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty were fighting to the death with the soldiers of the Tartars, and suddenly saw Mao Wenlong coming towards him, and hurriedly shouted.

"There is only noise on all sides of the Tartars, only this section of the city wall is a real attack, Ben Shuai came to see, how is the battle?" Mao Wenlong asked.

"Dashuai, I'm afraid the two remnants of the walls below can't be defended, the grenades can't be replenished in time, the Tartars are attacking the city on both sides, and the casualties are serious, Dashuai, it's better to give up the two remnants of the walls, anyway, there are fences on both sides, and we still have a wall here, which is enough to deal with the Tartars without cannons." Zhang Heng said anxiously.

"Abandon those two walls?" Mao Wenlong was a little surprised.

"Dashuai, without further ado, let's give up, immediately send someone to pick up the people on the remnant wall, give up the two sections of the remnant wall, and let the Tartars occupy them, anyway, we have another one here, both sides are enclosures, the Tartars have these two sections of the remnant wall, it's useless, and the Tartars are fighting this section of the city wall, I'm afraid things won't work" Zhang Heng suggested.

Mao Wenlong thought for a while and said: "Okay, according to Staff Officer Zhang, Mao Da, immediately send someone to bring back the sons and daughters on the remnant wall, give up the two remnants of the wall, and let the Tartars occupy them." ”

"Obey the order, father" Mao Da saw Mao Wenlong's order and immediately received the order.

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Houjin's big and small Baylor, the generals, looked at the city wall that had been attacked, and they all smiled.

"Great Khan, this Mao Wenlong's tricks are all that, without grenades, it's vulnerable."

"That's it, Great Khan, there are no grenades, this Zhenjiang Fort, we can take it down immediately"

Huang Taiji didn't speak, although it was relatively simple for them to attack this section of the city wall, but, obviously, only this section of the city wall was relatively smooth, and in other places, it was difficult and difficult, it was useless at all, as soon as possible to urge the drum again and again, however, it was still difficult to get close to the edge of the city wall, let alone set up a ladder to climb the city, and the grenades in the city seemed to never stop, and they could never be thrown outward.

Huang Taiji's mind sank straight down, he was not mistaken, the grenades carried by ordinary soldiers in Zhenjiang Fort were indeed limited, but they relied on the city wall, which was quite convenient to replenish, and they could supply from inside the city wall in time, which was completely different from the situation of the two sections of the wall, and the two sections of the wall were easy to attack, but except for these two sections of the city wall, other places were impossible to attack at all. If you can only capture these two remnants......

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Ermao carried the basket and wanted to replenish his pair of grenades as soon as possible, but when he got the grenades and came out of the fence, the city wall was already full of Tartars, and the more he went to the other side of the wall, the more Tartars there were. It was impossible to carry the basket back to the other side of the ruined wall.

With a "whoosh", an arrow hit a Ming soldier next to Ermao, the soldier screamed miserably, fell to the ground, Ermao hurriedly squatted down, and crawled on the ground as the instructor taught.

Ermao, who crawled down according to his habit, was not afraid, and the instructor's whip reminded him of the next series of actions. ,

Ermao lit his own incense from the burning wood on the side, then unscrewed the grenade, lit the grenade and threw it towards the place where there were many Tartars.

One ......, two ,...... Five ......

The constant roar replayed on this remnant wall. Ermao threw one grenade after another, only to realize that there were not so many grenades he unscrewed, and when he looked back, the soldier who had been hit by the arrow just now was twisting the lid of the grenade for himself.

The soldier was bleeding from the corners of his mouth, his head was full of sweat, and he was resolutely unscrewing the grenades for Ermao, seeing Ermao looking at him, he reluctantly smiled: "Brother, kill a few more Tartars for me......" After speaking, he pursed his mouth again and twisted the lid of the grenade with difficulty.

Ermao felt that he had been hit hard, although he couldn't see that the brother next to him was injured, but the tail feathers of an arrow told Ermao that the brother next to him was afraid that he would not live long.

"Ah......h One after another, grenades flew towards both sides of the wall.

The explosion of "boom, boom, boom ......" resounded on this section of the remnant wall, and the Tartars on both sides of the city wall watched in fear at the grenades flying out, and the Tartars attacked the fence on the north side of the remnant wall, and they were suffocated.

After only a moment's effort, there were only a few Ming Dynasty officers and soldiers on the remnant wall.

On the remnant wall of the northern section, the old pawn was red-eyed, and with the experience summed up from the pile of dead, he successfully killed several Tartars, but he also had many colors on his body. The blood dripping from his forehead made the whole world of the old pawn red, and looking at the more and more Tartars around him, the old pawn was a lot more relaxed.

Ermao crawled, constantly throwing grenades to both sides, the brother who twisted the lid for him just now, has no movement, took over is a few other brothers, Ermao is behind a group of people who followed to replenish the grenade, seeing that the front of Ermao was tireless towards both sides, and its quasi-incomparably threw grenades, and the tartars retreated, so that several people specially twisted the lid for him to lose Ermao, and Ermao was like a crazy prostrate on the ground, throwing grenades to both sides with a standard attitude. Throwing a grenade, he crawled forward for a while, and replenished the grenade to his team, which was the order he received, obeying the order, this was the only thing Ermao learned after becoming a soldier.

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The crumbling walls, the corpses everywhere, and the fires burning everywhere swayed to light up the world.

From the scarlet world, the old pawn seemed to understand something, the tip of the knife was pointed at the tartar beside him, calmly picked up a torch from the ground, and shouted hoarsely: "Brothers above, listen, cough cough...... We're dead here,...... Dead...... Ahem...... grenades beckoned to me, guns beckoned to me......"

The old pawn's knife stabbed into the body of a tartar, and several knives were instantly pierced into the old pawn's body. The old pawn held the tartar who had been stabbed to death by himself, and with the last of his strength, shouted: "Throw ......, throw ...... quickly"

The voice of the old pawn shouted with his life covered the sound of the explosion, the shout, and the clouds on the horizon.

Zhang Heng stood on a city wall behind, looking at the last shout of the old soldier below, he was already in tears.

"Fire......" Mao Wenlong shouted loudly, tears in his eyes couldn't stop flowing.

For the first time since the battle tonight, grenades were thrown at the second wall, and in an instant, the overwhelming grenades went towards the first wall, followed by the sound of gunfire.

Dense and thunderous roars resounded from this broken city wall, and dense thunder resounded from this broken city wall, resounding through the sky.

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Huang Taiji held a clairvoyant mirror, carefully observed the situation on this section of the broken wall, looked at the Dajin warriors who attacked from the broken city wall, and his heart fell straight down, although he captured these two sections of the broken wall, but, expanding to both sides, the plan to capture the enclosure on both sides, I am afraid that it will not be realized at all, judging from the resistance of the enclosure on both sides, it is difficult to capture it, especially the remnant wall in the north, which is actually throwing grenades outward at a rapid speed, the speed is indescribable, so that the Dajin warriors who have come into contact with the northern enclosure have to retreat.

Suddenly, a flash of fire blinded Huang Taiji's eyes, and Huang Taiji immediately took off the clairvoyant mirror, and what caught his eye was the thunder light that kept flashing on the remnant wall. Immediately after, there was an overwhelming explosion, Huang Taiji unconsciously took two steps back, and his face sank instantly. ,

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Ermao looked at the grenades thrown down from the mountain, the gunshots, the tears in his eyes, one by one, the familiar voice of the old man, the last shout, Ermao heard it clearly.

The entire battlefield, in the midst of this overwhelming explosion, fell silent.

The people on the second wall were already weeping.

Mao Wenlong blinked, trying to squeeze out the tears.

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The momentum of the siege instantly withered, and it retreated unconsciously.

Houjin's big and small Baylor, the general, no longer has the arrogance of the siege at the beginning. One by one, with black faces, looking at the defeated soldiers who retreated from a distance, if it weren't for the cover of the night, they would definitely find that the faces of these people were very frightened.

After half a ring, Huang Taiji said again: "Xiandou, are you there?" Before dawn, pull back the remaining cannons, and still block the ...... river. ”

"Wow, the slave obeys." Fan Wencheng lowered his head and replied.

"Today's siege, let's stop here, before Mao Wenlong's grenades are not exhausted, to capture Zhenjiang Fort, obviously, it is unlikely, unless it is filled with human lives, but this is obviously not something that I can afford, except for leaving some people to continue to make noise, the rest will be retreated, the corpses that can be recovered, try to recover them, and the ...... that cannot be recovered will be forgotten......" Huang Taiji ordered tiredly, tonight's siege failed, and the key xìng's seizure of the enclosures on both sides of the remnant wall was not done, this battle, There is no need to fight down, Zhenjiang Fort is known as the Nine Cities, there are nine large and small enclosures connected together, in addition to the outer city walls, there are also city walls between the perimeter and the enclosure, this is also a difficult place, even if the first city wall is bombarded, but, the second city wall is not likely to climb up with a ladder due to the higher terrain, so it can only seize the enclosure on both sides, if the enclosure on both sides can not be grabbed, this siege will not make much sense.

After "chirp ......", the general agreed.

"Calculate later, how much I lost in this battle, calculate, and then, according to the previous discussion, dig a trench." Huang Taiji dropped this sentence and didn't look back.

The generals of Houjin and Jin, looking at Huang Taiji in the distance, had nothing to say, during the day Mao Wenlong angered them with the dead corpse, they were the main attackers, and were pressed down by Huang Taiji as much as possible, and they were quite dissatisfied with Huang Taiji in their hearts, the result of this siege made them sober up, even with the assistance of artillery, even if they collapsed a long section of the city wall, but if they wanted to capture Zhenjiang, it was almost impossible.

Fan Wencheng didn't say anything, he left the crowd early, those cannons, in this fierce siege, lost a lot, very few were destroyed by the cannons of Zhenjiang Fort, most of them were blown up by themselves, now that the siege is over, there are still some cannons left, and they can still be pulled to seal the river, as for how long the cannons can be fought, Fan Wencheng has no bottom in his heart, and for the first time he has doubts about whether it is worth taking refuge in Dajin at the beginning.

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With tears in his eyes, Ermao searched for his team on the ruined city wall, and the small flag he was in, except for him, all fell here.

Seeing the old pawn who was still holding a Tartar tightly when he died, Ermao's tears couldn't stop flowing out, and the old pawn's hand was still tightly holding the knife, and the blade of the knife was mostly submerged into the body of the Tartar.

sounded the old pawn's cry before he died, Ermao shed tears in addition to tears, remembering what the old pawn had said to him before, Ermao could only cry.

The surrounding situation is similar to that of Ermao, except for a few who went to carry grenades, the hundred households to which they belonged basically died, and the rest of the people all fell on the city wall one by one and cried, crying sadly.

"Ermao, Ermao......" In the dark, a voice sounded.

Ermao, who had no tears, raised his head blankly and said, "Here." ”

"Ermao, Da Shuai asked you to go up, just now you threw a grenade to block the enemy, Da Shuai already knew, and he specially wanted to see you......"

"Oh, okay, I know, let's go ......" Ermao answered, and by the dim firelight, it could be seen that Ermao had no more tears.

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Zhang Heng has been staring at the place of three hundred steps, staring tightly, today's situation is somewhat related to the cannon that the cannon can't destroy the tartar, Zhang Heng is unwilling, why does his Franc machine hit there, and rarely sees the effect?

With the light of the fire in the distance, Zhang Heng suddenly wanted to find something, and immediately said: "Dashuai, please give an order to let the people on the remnant wall come back as soon as possible, this time, let the Tartars know how powerful ......",

"What is this?" Mao Wenlong asked puzzledly, today's war is over, why should people come back when it is time to clean up the results of the battle, treat the dead and wounded, and clean up the corpses of the Tartars? But since Zhang Heng said this, Mao Wenlong didn't hesitate much, and said: "Mao Da, let the people on the remnant wall come back immediately......

"Yes, Father." Mao Da hesitated for a moment, Mao Da was a little unhappy about this kind of thing of not collecting corpses and not counting the results of the battle, but since his father had given the order, there was only execution.

"Dashuai, the next official will come ......when he goes," Zhang Heng said goodbye, and then ran to the artillery position at the foot of the mountain, where two Hongyi cannons were placed.

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"My lord, do you really want to fight there?" The gunner asked.

"Yes, just hit there, raise it a little higher, now that the city wall in front of you is gone, you should aim as much as possible, don't be afraid, hit the ...... intuitively" Zhang Heng believed that some of the black shadows he saw should be the Tartar moving the cannon, today's battle is over, and the Tartar wants to pull the cannon back.

The gunner's sophisticated aiming, adjusting the gun position.

"Bang ......"

"Bang ......"

Fan Wencheng was urging to pull the remaining cannons away, and it would soon be dawn, suddenly, two cannons rang out, Fan Wencheng subconsciously lowered his head, and then, with a huge force, the horse that Fan Wencheng was riding overturned to the ground, Fan Wencheng rolled on the ground a few times, and looked at the horse he was riding in horror, one of the horses of that horse, Tuǐ, had been cut off in half by something, only half of it, Fan Wencheng looked back at Zhenjiang Fort in horror. I thought that in the dark night, I could calmly withdraw, but I didn't expect that Zhenjiang Fort dared to open fire out of thin air, and suddenly hit a cannon that he was going to pull away, and the fragments of the cannon that were shot away, one piece, eliminated the horse he was riding.

"Hurry, hurry, pull the cannon away immediately......" Fan Wencheng shouted with horror, although he had a strange trick to deal with the cannon of Zhenjiang Fort, but the gunners in Zhenjiang Fort were by no means incompetent, Fan Wencheng just wanted to leave this place now.

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"You're Ermao?" Mao Wenlong's face was no longer able to see the traces of tears, and he calmly asked the young man in front of him, this young man, is Ermao, who has made meritorious contributions today, this Ermao, a person throws grenades outward at a crazy speed, and its quasi-head is extremely accurate, so that the northern weigh, which has been shaking, turned the danger into safety, so Mao Wenlong decided to meet this Ermao, on the battlefield, in addition to people who have courage and strength, they also need people who have luck, this is called Ermao, in addition to having enough courage and enough strength, There is a lot of luck.

"Back to Dashuai, the small one is Ermao."

"It's a good man, but a man doesn't shed tears...... Mao Wenlong looked at the two obvious tear marks on Ermao's face and said.

"Back to Dashuai, Ermao will never cry again in the future." Ermao said firmly.

"Oh, why is that?" Mao Wenlong asked curiously.

"Back to Dashuai, today Ermao has dried all his tears, and there will be only one thing in the future, ...... killing the Tartars, he will never shed tears again." Ermao answered seriously.

"It's a good ...... for my Dongjiang boy" Mao Wenlong was quite satisfied with Ermao's answer, but he didn't know what to say next, half a sound, and said: "I heard that you threw grenades very accurately, very fast?" Come and see what difference is in your arms? ”

"Yes, handsome." Ermao did not hesitate and immediately took off his clothes.

Two arms, one thin and one thick, Mao Wenlong pulled up the thicker arm in surprise and looked at it, only to see that this arm had begun to swell.