This is the first cry of the new weapon artillery in the Anthropocene, and it has already taken the lives of many people when it cries, and then its cry will get louder and louder, drawing thousands of soldiers, generals, and civilians into the vortex of death.

And from then on, it will change the face of the world.

Many years later, scholars of the Song Dynasty wrote: "The Battle of Shatou was a watershed moment in history. Before Sha Tou, nomads and settlers maintained a dynamic balance, but after Sha Tou, settlers gradually found the door to a new future. ”

Of course, the pioneers of the Mongol army did not have the slightest idea of this, but the consequence of being suddenly attacked by unprecedented gunpowder weapons was that many people were stunned on the spot, at a loss, and the smarter people knew the way and quickly retreated, and some of them ran in the wrong direction and ran straight towards the wall where the Song army was stationed, and of course they were quickly shot under the wall by random arrows.

While the firearms team was scrambling to replace the fired cartridges with new bamboo generals, the Song archers and crossbowmen (though still negligible in number) lowered their shields and began to rain arrows at the chaotic crowd of climbers.

"Firearms are very powerful, but they can't really kill and injure many enemies!" Before the first joint training class of firearms and archers, Zheng Yunming said: "If you really want to cause a large number of casualties to the enemy, you have to be bows and arrows!" I hope that after repeated training, I will be able to achieve a perfect match between the gunpowder team and the archery team. Firearms to deter, bows and arrows to kill, this is the means we use to resist the strong bows and fast horses of the Tartars! ”

Today is the time to show the results of your training. Although the hastily trained archers of the Tulong Army were not very good at archery, and the interference caused by the smoke of gunpowder caused many arrows to be missed, such a shot was enough to cause the troops to suffer heavy casualties to abandon the intention of attacking the city.

The constant firing of the condescending Song army caused the soldiers in the chaotic and dense siege force to fall one by one. Anyone could see that the siege was impossible, and the soldiers abandoned the ladder and began to flee. No matter how the officers who were in charge of the formation shouted and scolded, they could not stop it.

Qin Wu raised his horn bow, aimed at the target and shot his bow, a sergeant who ran backwards with a large banner was arrowed in his heart, and the Mongolian banner fell into the yellow dust with the fallen corpse. He deliberately ended the first siege in this way.

Wang Deng looked at this scene on the battlefield, couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief, turned around and said, "I didn't expect General Zhu in charge to really be so effective. I've always been worried that this thing is just a piece of stuff in name, and if it doesn't work, we're in danger. ”

"Jing Song is too worried, this is the way to win." Zheng Yunming tried his best to pretend to be calm and said, but his voice couldn't help trembling slightly, he wanted to stand up and look at the dynamics of the enemy army, only to find that his legs were weak and he couldn't stand up.

Wang Deng's face was full of excitement, and just as he was about to continue, the banners of the Mongol army began to move again, the cavalry retreated, and the foot warriors with spears in hand escorted the crowds of civilians whose hands were tied with ropes. There is no doubt that these are the peasants in Jingxiang who had not had time to flee before, and were not accepted into the city in time by the irresponsible state and county officials, and now they are all prisoners of the Mongols.

Zheng Yunming chuckled in his heart, whether it was the historical records he saw before he traveled or the news he heard from the north after crossing over, he understood that today's scene would come sooner or later.

The Mongol officers in the escort shouted loudly, and a servant came and carried a bag of dirt on the shoulders of each of the captives whose hands were tied.

With a crisp chirp piercing the sky, the Mongol cavalry dismounted and formed a horizontal formation in front of the army, with shieldbearers holding large square shields in front of them to form a barrier, and the soldiers behind the barrier raised their longbows and began to shoot at the wall again.

The dense arrows re-converged into a large net, enveloping the wall. The Song soldiers, who were still waving their flags and shouting to celebrate the victory, soon returned to their embarrassed appearance of hiding in Tibet.

The black-armored general who had come to deliver the message jumped out, waved his left arm forward, and gave a loud order.

The captives were divided into several teams by the Mongol soldiers, carrying earth and rocks, and began to march forward.

The Mongol ironclad cavalry stood in two rows behind them, coldly watching the captives' movements.

"They're going to fill in the trenches!" Zheng Yunming shouted: "Jing Song, go and transfer a hundred back Wei troops to the city wall to help!" ”

This time, the Mongols did not focus on the northeast corner where they had just suffered losses, but rushed directly to the north gate guarded by Zheng Yunming himself.

Under the guidance of the team flag, the utility soldiers of the Weiwei army went up to the wall, and began to spread along the wall under the rain of arrows falling from the sky.

The captives, carrying dirt bags, got closer and closer to the wall, and soon stepped over the corpses of the pioneers and entered the range of General Bamboo.

The soldiers guarding the wall had recovered from the panic of the first battle, and this time no one took it easy, and all eyes were on Zheng Yunming, who was sitting upright at the north gate.

"Mingjin!" Without hesitation, Zheng Yunming ordered loudly.

The bell rang again, and the wide wall was once again overwhelmed by a loud roar and rising smoke.

"What should the enemy do if the enemy takes the people of the kingdom as the lead and takes the land to attack the city?" In a letter to Huangzhou, Zheng Yunming asked Meng Heng this.

"Whoever is under the city is my enemy!" Meng Heng replied categorically in his reply: "Hugh wants to say that the people, that is, you Zheng Yunming stand under my city, or I stand under your Zheng Yunming's city, don't hesitate, shoot them all!" ”

This is not the answer that Zheng Yunming already knew in his heart, "Those who stand in my way are my enemies" This is war! Crush the kindness, tolerance and love in the world, stimulate the most instinctive desire of human nature to survive, and mercilessly sweep away the obstacles on the road to victory.

This is war!

Stone bullets and lead fell into the dense crowd of people, and a splash of blood sparkled. Lead penetrates directly into people's bodies, and some even penetrate two or three people in a row. The stone bullet directly knocked the person who hit it into a ball of flesh. The front line of the captives instantly lay down in a large number of people.

After all, the people of Jingzhou were not soldiers, and if they were veterans of the Han Army in the north who had experienced the baptism of war, they could not resist the fear of General Zhu, and the peasants were even more chaotic and cried, most of them threw down the dirt bags they carried, and fled desperately backwards despite the threat of whipping by the Mongolian soldiers.

The black-armored general standing in front of the heavy cavalry raised his big bow and shot a Ming Di with a whoosh, which did not shoot elsewhere, but flew directly towards the fleeing captives in front of him.

The heavy cavalry tightened their reins in unison, and their horses roared and rushed forward.

The captives watched the ironclad cavalry unit charge towards them with great emotion, so they had to turn around and continue to flee in the direction of the wall.

The cavalry did not slow down, but accelerated and continued to charge towards the captives, and some of the slower captives were soon trampled under the hooves of their horses.

In a short time, all the captives who were shot by the arrows of the Song army ran to the edge of the trench, and there was no way to retreat.

The heavy cavalry rushed up and squeezed the captives into the trenches.

Zheng Yunming didn't quite understand what was going on at first, but then it suddenly dawned on him: "This is to fill the trench with the corpses of the captives." ”

Under the trench in front of the walled gate, the heavily armored heavy cavalry withstood the continuous arrows of the Song army and ruthlessly advanced forward. Knock all the captives into the trenches. Bamboo spears buried at the bottom of the trench pierced the bodies of one person after another, and were soon drowned in the ever-increasing pile of corpses.

After the corpses filled a large section of the trench to the north, the Mongol cavalry drew their sabers and cut down the remaining captives under the wall, and then withdrew and returned to their camp.

The soldiers on the city wall were stunned by this bloody killing scene.

A few months ago, they were just ordinary miners, drinking wine, making a few snacks, telling erotic jokes, and living a leisurely life.

Today, they realized that Lu Dao's life on the battlefield was so cheap, and the value of a person was only worth a bag of soil.

, Zheng Yunming looked sideways at a soldier of the Weiwei Army beside him, although he was forced to calm down, his face was already pale, and the hands holding the spear kept trembling.

Zheng Yunming himself is not like this, he almost vomited at the scene just now, but he barely suppressed this emotion.

But Wang Deng's expression was as usual, as if nothing had happened under the city.

Even the effectiveness of the pro-soldier is like this, and you can imagine how low the morale of the whole army is. Thinking of this, Zheng Yunming barely stood up, and shouted with all his strength: "The whole army listens to me!" ”

Although his voice was not as loud as Ge Huai's voice, it was enough for the soldiers at the North Gate to hear.

"These people!" Zheng Yunming pointed to the city and shouted: "They are all the people who surrendered to Mongolia without half resistance!" But the Mongols wanted to take their lives, and they just disposed of them as if they were mustard! ”

"Even if you surrender to the Tatars today, you will only end up with the same fate as them in the long run!"

"There is only one way to survive, and that is to kill all the Tatars who drive through this wall!"

"The dare to die lives! Death to those who fear death! ”

Wang Deng also immediately shouted: "Those who dare to die live!" Death to those who fear death! ”

After a moment of silence, a tsunami-like cry rang out from the city walls: "The dare to die lives!" Death to those who fear death! ”

Zheng Yunming's eyes were red with blood, and he shouted with all his strength: "Prepare for the enemy!" ”

(Filling the trench with human life, this kind of thing, there are records in the history books of various countries, but under normal circumstances, the Mongols will not use it, unless the matter is urgent, otherwise it is still mainly filled by Zhuangding, after all, slaves are also part of the property, make a small explanation, continue to ball the red ticket reward collection of the officials)