Many Song soldiers were hit by these stones, and died in the city, no matter how strong their armor was, they would not be spared under such a bombardment, and they would immediately be smashed to broken tendons and fall to the ground. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info)

The Song army has run out of gunpowder, and it is no longer possible to use artillery to suppress the Mongolian army's throwing car outside the city, only to use the remaining small number of bed crossbows to shoot at the Mongolian army outside the city, even if it is a bed crossbow, at this time, there are no more crossbow arrows left, some bed crossbows are out of arrows, the crossbowmen simply sawed off some spears, as crossbow arrows will shoot out, such power is not small, the middle one will not be spared.

What is left of the Song army is some temporary throwing cars, these throwing cars because they are counterweight throwing vehicles, the demand for personnel is not large, the operation is simpler, and there is no need to worry about any ammunition, because there are too many stones thrown in by the Mongolian Tatars in the city during this time, and they can be moved back and thrown back. . .

Therefore, before the gunpowder began to run out, the Song army in the city used the timber they had brought into the city in advance to produce a batch of various return cannons, which slightly enhanced the ability of some counterattacks in the city.

Therefore, the Mongol army began to attack, and the throwing carts in the city did not stop for a moment, and constantly launched stones out of the city according to the instructions of the artillery guards standing on the city wall, and fell into the enemy group one after another, which also caused a lot of casualties to the Mongolian army, and even occasionally destroyed some of the Mongolian army's throwing cars, so that the Song army was never completely suppressed by the Mongolian army's throwing cars.

But the difficulties of the Song army can also be imagined, the Song army after more than two months of fierce attack by the Mongol army, did not get any supplies, and they did not expect to get any supplies, all relied on the grain and materials they prepared in advance, the battle to this moment has been completely exhausted, the war horses in the city have been killed, only Gao Huaiyuan's white war horse remains, Gao Huaiyuan also wanted to kill his own war horse with his own hands, for the soldiers to eat, but in the end, under the bitter request of the soldiers of the army, These horses were saved...

Now the soldiers in the city can be said to be fighting with the Mongol army on an empty stomach, in order to satisfy their stomachs, the bark in the city has been stripped naked, even the grass growing on the city wall has been pulled down and eaten, and even in order to satisfy their stomachs, even the mouse holes in the city have been dug out, and some of the food stored by the mice has been taken out and eaten, not to mention the mice themselves, it is a big meal, and it is eaten when it is caught, and there is almost nothing to eat in Xuzhou City nowadays.

But the soldiers still had no complaints, because they all knew that their handsome was also hungry like them, and they ate whatever they ate, even less than them, so no one complained, everyone silently tightened their belts and continued to insist!

They believe that Gao Huaiyuan will lead them to victory sooner or later, and they also know what they are doing, the interests of the nation have been deeply rooted in their minds at this time, they know very well that they may die in Xuzhou City, but the vast majority of people do not regret it, if it were not for Gao Huaiyuan, they believe that now their Song people are still huddled in the south of the Yangtze River, watching the Mongolian army sweep through the Central Plains, and the current situation is that their army has recovered most of the Central Plains, and even has attacked Hebei Road, Victory is just around the corner, it's up to them to see if they can hold on!

But this time the fierceness of the Mongolian army's attack is also different from the past, the Mongolian army is elite, the will to fight is much stronger than in previous days, a large number of Mongolian troops are like a flood, fiercely impacting the ruined city wall of Xuzhou City, countless ladders are erected on the city wall, the arrows outside the city from the beginning are like no money is swayed on the city wall, every moment there are Song soldiers fall in a pool of blood, and the Song army in the city can fight at this moment, but only the number of less than 5,000 people remains, In the face of an enemy who was five times larger than them, they had to divide their troops to defend the four city walls, which made the Song army's strength much thinner。。。。。

Even Gao Huaiyuan had to raise his bow in person, and kept throwing arrows towards the city, shooting the Mongolian soldiers who rushed close to the city wall one by one under the city, a hard bow with two stones and five buckets, even if the Mongolian soldiers were wearing heavy armor, they could not resist, coupled with Gao Huaiyuan's accurate archery, it can almost be said that it was an arrow and a life, and soon the two pots of arrows sent by the soldiers for him were shot out. . .

Gao Huaiyuan himself also felt that his arms were sore and unbearable, it was already good for ordinary people to shoot six or seven arrows in a row, not to mention that he was still holding a hard bow with more than two stones, and he had already exhausted himself by firing more than forty arrows in a row, and the arm that opened the bow was tired and almost swollen, making him almost unbearable.

Look at the city wall again, many of the Song army have shot the last arrows, some lightly wounded can only pick up some arrows from the Mongolian army shot up from the city on the city, for the archers to fire, the use of arrows makes the Song army's resistance suddenly weakened a lot, a large number of Mongolian troops have begun to attach themselves to various ladders, towards the city wall climbing.

Without arrows, the Song army lifted the rolling wood and stones under their feet and threw them under the city wall, but the arrow rain of the Mongolian army was too dense, and often the Song soldiers stretched out their heads, just threw stones or rolling logs, and they were immediately shot to the ground by the enemy's arrows, but most of them broke the arrow shafts inserted in the armor as long as they were not shot, and once again lifted the stones and pounced on them, and then smashed them under the city. . .

There are also Song soldiers carrying a cauldron full of boiling water, aiming at the cloud ladder on the city wall and pouring it down, so hot that the Mongolian soldiers who climbed on the cloud will roll down with a miserable scream, and the hands and arms of the Song soldiers who carry the pot are also full of boiling water burned by the boiling water, but they still keep going back and forth to get boiling water, pouring down towards the city.

Gao Huaiyuan turned his head to look at the situation in the city, and his heart ached for a while, what a good athlete! For the sake of his plan, these people have used all their potential, desperately resisting the Mongol attack one by one...

Song soldiers continued to fall on the city wall, he saw with his own eyes that two Song soldiers were carrying a cauldron, the pot was full of boiling water, about to dump down the city wall, but a Song soldier suddenly was hit by an arrow shot by the Mongolian army on the neck, his hands were soft, and he suddenly fell to the ground, and the full pot of boiling water was suddenly poured on his body, scalding the dying Song soldier to the skin and flesh, and the state was almost indescribable.

There were also two Song soldiers who were hit by the fireballs thrown by the Mongolian army on the city wall, and the two people were immediately splashed with fire oil, and the fire ignited in an instant, and the two people screamed desperately, but the two of them rushed to the outside of the city wall at the same time, hugged a Mongolian soldier who had just climbed the city wall, and fell off the city wall with them, even if they fell under the city wall, they also hugged the enemy and burned together with them...

The air was filled with a strong smell of **, corpse stench, and gunsmoke, which was almost suffocating, and the sound of rumbling artillery stones falling to the ground, the miserable howls of dying people, and the roars of the two armies like beasts were heard everywhere in Xuzhou City.

At this time, there were already Mongolian soldiers pouring up to the city on the city wall not far away, wielding knives and guns, maces, and axes in their hands to fight with the Song army in the city, and they still began to rush to the city wall under the fierce attack of the Mongolian army at any cost.

So Gao Huaiyuan threw away the hard bow, reached out and pulled out his beloved Mo knife on the ground from the cracks in the city bricks, and rushed to the front of a cloud ladder with a loud shout, and cut a Mongolian soldier who had just jumped on the city wall into two pieces, and then kicked it over, kicking the upper body of the Mongolian soldier out of the city wall, screaming and falling...

"Draw the knife! Hold on! We are the Great Song Iron Army, and we must not let them step into the city even half a step! Gao Huaiyuan's face was splashed with the blood of the enemy, and he ran back and forth on the city wall like a mad tiger, shouting loudly in his mouth, the cold light of the Mo knife in his hand flashed, every time he swung it, he had to take the life of an enemy, and the enemy army was under his strong Mo knife, and the armor on his body was like paper paste, and they fell at his feet.

The Song army in the city saw that their commanders had personally gone into battle to kill the enemy, but regardless of their lives, they grabbed their swords, guns, swords, and halberds one by one, howled and pounced on the Mongolian soldiers who had climbed to the top of the city, slashing and stabbing them with all their might.

The battle has reached such an extent that there is basically no need for any command, everyone is just relying on their blood, and their survival instinct, looking for everything that can be attacked, and then pounce, killing the other party or being killed by the other party...

Many of the wounded of the Song army also had no time to be carried down for treatment, so these wounded knew that they would die, and while scolding, they barely stood up, and then they also threw themselves on the broken battlements of the city wall, turned over and rolled down, and smashed the Mongolian soldiers who were clinging to the ladder with their bodies.

Such tragic scenes of battles are constantly staged in front of Gao Huaiyuan, even if he is hard-hearted, he can't help but cry!

There were too many Mongolian troops, as if they couldn't kill them all, and the horns in the Mongolian army outside the city did not stop for a moment, and the Mongolian soldiers also burst out of their beast-like instincts under the urging of such horns, and climbed towards the city regardless of life and death, cutting one, climbing up another, splitting a pair, and climbing up another.

Gao Huaiyuan kept waving the Mo knife in his hand, his arms were getting more and more sore, he knew that his strength was also running out, in the past few days, he, like many Song soldiers, had never eaten a decent full meal, and his natural strength had also decreased a lot, but he couldn't stop, because as long as he slowed down a little, there would be more Mongolian soldiers who would climb the city wall, and at this time, all the Song troops in the city, including him, were exhausted to death, but they were still relying on instinct and fighting with the enemy in front of them.

Gao Huaiyuan swung his knife again, and the blade slashed at the shoulder armor of a Mongolian soldier who had just emerged at the battlement, breaking through his shoulder armor, but he failed to split it with a knife, and the blade of the Mo knife was no longer as sharp as it was at the beginning, and the result was that it was stuck in the bone gap on the shoulder of the Mongolian soldier and could not be pulled out.

And this Mongolian soldier was obviously in pain, screaming and stabbing the short spear in his hand towards Gao Huaiyuan, stabbing Gao Huaiyuan's thigh armor, and after breaking the armor, it was pierced in Gao Huaiyuan's leg.

Then the guy fell down on his back with his face to the sky, rolled down with Gao Huaiyuan's beloved Mo knife, and knocked several Mongolian soldiers who followed him on the ladder down the city wall.

There was another scream and a Mongolian curse from the city, and the Mongol soldiers, who had not been injured and died, got up again and climbed the long ladder.

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