At the beginning of the second day, the genius was bright, and the camp of Jiannu was already busy, and the masters had already risen, and they had already received a report last night, and the Ming sailors in the south of the city were almost all wiped out, and they were all annihilated by fireboats. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Bing two Belle Lords, the minions commanded more than 100 warships and burned more than 30 Ming warships last night, and only less than ten warships fled, and the minions handed over orders to Belle Ye." Tuhai knelt down to report to Derge and Yue Tuo, and at this time, Tuhai's voice was high-pitched, and the dead fish on the deck last night were like two people, and the Jurchens were really real warriors only on land.

"Dog minion, good job, master will give you a first credit." Derg smiled and pointed at Tuhai with his horsewhip.

"Lord Shabel." Although most of Tuhai Fangcai's words were actually told to Yue Tuo, but Derge did not invite the Khan King to see him, and he was also the master, so he didn't dare to slack off.

"Tuhai, as your reward, today you will lead the army to attack the city from the south." Solving the annoying sailor of the Ming people, Yue Tuo was in a good mood and did not hesitate to reward.

"Thank you, Lord Belle, thank you, master." Tu Hai was grateful and was about to lie on the ground.

Now that the army is gathered, presiding over the siege on all sides must at least be the likes of Gushan Beizi, he can really have this errand with a Meler, this is Yue Tuobeile Ye gave him a face, how can he not be grateful as a minion.

Derg and the eldest son Dexik smiled on their faces and scolded in their hearts, you are the best people, right?

At the end of the hour, the roaring war drums were beating, the low horn sound spread, and 30,000 Jin soldiers approached the southern city of Lushun from all sides, but between the east of the city of Lushun was a woodland, and the road went south, so only 3,000 people feinted to contain the Ming army.

And the north and southwest are attacking the city with all their might.

At this time, Zhang Pan led nearly a thousand soldiers to stand at the head of the north city of Lushun, watching the enemy Jiannu army approaching in the distance.

The front 5,000 people were Han troops in leather and cotton armor. Now as long as the attack is attacked, the Han army will be cannon fodder, and it will consume the manpower and material resources of the defenders, and this time is no exception.

Behind them were thousands of soldiers with blue flags, all of them riding on horses, condescendingly watching the Han army pushing donkey carts in front of them. Holding a wooden shield, carrying a sandbag, and carrying a ladder to the moat of Lushun.

Zhang Pan stood at the head of the city, and the Jin army filled the open space of the southern and northern cities, and they waved their banners and shiny armor, approaching with great momentum.

Jiannu is getting stronger and stronger, even the Han army is wearing armor, Zhang Pan looked at the many soldiers in the city who did not wear armor in a complicated mood, and the depression in his heart was beyond measure, and he insisted on revenge for nearly 20 years, and went through hardships and hardships. After several near-misses, he now finds that the distance to revenge is not close, but far.

Thinking about the defeat and retreat of Liaozhen, tens of thousands of elite soldiers were lost, and Jiannu was sitting firmly in Liaodong, at this time Zhang Pan couldn't help but feel an overwhelming resentment towards the court and the Son of Heaven, how many years he and his soldiers had been alone in Lushun, and how many times they repelled Jiannu's attacks. However, the imperial court did not even match the armor of the soldiers, and the food and salary were always in arrears. This is the court that their thousands of soldiers have worked so hard to protect.

Although he is slandered and resentful in his heart, Zhang Pan still has to stick to the end, this is the insistence of his life, as long as he is still there, Lushun is still there.

"Brothers, this is the murderous Jiannu and their Han slave soldiers. It was they who made me wait for my family to be ruined, and today they will either die or we will die, brothers, dare to fight. Zhang Pan turned back and shouted to the defenders.

"War, war, war." Almost all of the soldiers waved the swords and guns in their hands, and most of these people had an indissoluble blood feud with Jiannu. This made the combat strength of the Lushun Ming army surpass that of the ordinary Ming army, and also allowed Lushun to persist in the face of Jiannu's attacks several times.

"So-and-so swore today that so-and-so would never take a step back in the city, brothers, dare not kill slaves with Ben." Zhang Pan roared loudly.

"Kill slaves, kill slaves, kill slaves." All the soldiers roared loudly, and then in the east city, then in the west city, and finally in the north city, there was a roar of killing slaves, and the sound shook in all directions, spreading far away.

Three miles away from the city, the Derge class, Yue Tuo and other Jiannu soldiers saw the swords and guns brandished at the head of the city, and heard the shouts of killing slaves, all of them hated Zhang Pan more and more.

Derg gave the order to urge the army to move on, and he vowed in his heart to make Zhang Pan's head into a wine cup to play with, otherwise it would be difficult to understand the hatred in his heart.

When the Han army flag approached only seventy steps from the city and was about to reach the moat, hundreds of crossbows were **** on the city, and nearly 1,000 archers of the Han army under the city also opened their bows and released arrows.

The arrows on both sides shuttled like locusts, and the slightest sound was endless, and the whistle of death was everywhere.

However, both sides made sufficient preparations, and the city and the city were protected by wooden shields, iron shields, and donkey carts, and there were really not many casualties.

Most of the casualties were among the crossbowmen who were firing their bows and arrows, and they were the most vulnerable because they were unprotected from the bows and arrows.

The Han army came to the moat, quickly threw sandbags into the river, and seven or eight places were filled out of a channel several zhang wide, although the height was uneven, but the soldiers had no problem passing.

The soldiers behind held a wooden shield or pushed a donkey cart through the moat, and swarmed to the city, at this time some soldiers were injured by arrows when they crossed the trench without protection, and the miserable howl was repeated, and people kept falling down or falling into the water on the side, and some of the Han soldiers who were still wounded and struggling were trampled to death by the soldiers behind them directly trampled under their feet, and there was no way to do it for their own family not to be injured, who cared about the life or death of others, and could not be supported by the rain of arrows.

The two guards in front of Zhang Pan were holding iron shields to protect him, he only showed his two eyes to watch, and when he saw that the Han army was approaching thirty steps, he shouted and opened fire.

Boom, boom, five small Furlong bronze cannons roared, spraying thousands of iron sand and scattering like a fan.

Many of the Han soldiers shook their bodies, their bodies were pierced by iron sand, and their internal organs were in shambles, and they rolled on the ground with loud wails until they died on their own or were trampled to death by the later Han troops.

Many iron shields were knocked away, and the Han army behind was killed or wounded, but the wooden shields were basically unharmed, and the Han army protected by donkey carts was even more unharmed.

Zhang Pan looked at everything in front of him coldly, no matter how many Han soldiers were killed, he couldn't be moved, Zhang Pan neither regretted the casualties of these Han troops, nor would he show mercy to his subordinates.

He was just helpless, most of the arrows and stones of the defense had to be used on these Han people, and the few remaining ones could be used on Jiannu, and he didn't understand his hatred.

The ladder began to set up the city wall, and the Han army began to flock to the city, and more than 1,000 armored soldiers of Jiannu approached the moat and used a foot bow **** to cover the actions of the Han army.

Although the Han army is said to be a slave and cannon fodder, but after all, it is also a useful slave, and when he returns to Liaodong, he is a good hand at cultivating land and farming, and it is better to die as little as possible.

At this time, the uncovered Ming army crossbowmen died down, and only a few were still fighting back under the cover of the gatehouse or shield.

Under the cover of shields, the soldiers and young men who defended the city braved the rain of arrows to push down the rolling logs and stones, only to see that wherever the rolling logs went, the Han soldiers on the ladder screamed and fell down, and their bones were broken and tendons broke on the ground.

Some of the sassal wood can be recycled with ropes on both sides, and after striking the enemy, the soldiers on both sides can be dragged up to the head of the city, which can be reused and used sparingly, and the more the objects defending the city are more scarce.

With a bang, heavy stones were thrown from the city, knocking down and shattering all the people they encountered, and many Han soldiers fell with blood splattered.

Some of the fire oil was splashed out, and then the torches were thrown, and with a few booms, large puffs of flames and smoke rose, and many Han soldiers were covered in fire, and they slapped them with their hands, and as a result, their arms were also set on fire, and the terrible shouts and the pungent smell of barbecue were intertwined, making the city a hell.

Boom, boom, braving the rain of arrows, several small cannons of the Furlong machine were fired, bringing blood and death, and the Han army was killed everywhere the iron sand went.

But now the Han army does not need to be forced by the soldiers of Jiannu behind them with knives and guns, but still try their best to climb, because they know that if they escape from the battle and are hacked to death, their families will also lose their acres of land and become slaves of the Jurchens, which is the most tragic thing.

Zhang Pan looked at the Han army under the city in surprise with the intention of sacrificing life and forgetting death, and was surprised in his heart, when did the Han army fight so hard for the Jurchens, he had a big question in his heart.

"Tsk, Fang Tou, look at the fierce attack in front of you, the defenders in the city are also fierce, how many people have been killed and injured this time." The road to the gun carriage has a smack.

It was the first time he had experienced such a fierce and ferocious siege, and he was extremely fortunate to think of the errand he had done now.

"There's nothing to see, there are Han people in the city and under the city, so what's there to see." Fang Dongmen looked at the front absentmindedly, unable to raise his head of the fierce battle at the head of the city.

Several large stones on the city were pushed down, and the Han army under the city was immediately overwhelmed, causing chaos under the city.

Even if he was a few miles away, he could see the chaos clearly, and he opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"Fangtou, tsk, how many people have been crushed by these big stones, you say I won't have to wait for a while."

"Look at the first few Baylor masters, there are talking and laughing, tsk, but see if there is a single casualty among the Jurchen soldiers, and the Han army that has died so many is counted." Fang Dongmen stared at the hundred steps ahead, laughing and pointing at Yue Tuo, Dege and others.

"Shhh Lu You can't cry or laugh, Fang Tou is sometimes too kind-hearted, if these words are heard by the Jurchens, the Fang brothers are still good.

After more than an hour of hard fighting, the Han army did not climb to the top of the city of Lushun, but exhausted the arrows and stones in the city.

Seeing that it was about to be noon, Derge ordered the withdrawal of troops, and after leaving more than 1,000 corpses in the southeast and west, the Han army stopped the offensive and began to retreat.

The city of Arthur is littered with dead bodies, ladders, donkey carts, and unburned fires.

On the way to retreat, the artillery of the Jin army has begun to roar, and it is impossible to let the defenders in the city be idle. (To be continued.) )