"Don't retreat, don't ...... Ah......h

The big and small leaders of the Zhang family army brandished their swords and shouted desperately, and the soldiers were not allowed to retreat, but they were all named by the snipers hiding behind the wall battlements, and without the command and bullet pressure of the big and small leaders, the frightened soldiers rushed backwards in a swarm, and the first wave of the huge attack collapsed and collapsed.

"Bastard, it's all rice buckets, cowards ......" Zhang Xianzhong, who supervised the battle in front of the battle, was so angry that he jumped like thunder, and ordered to continue to launch a second wave of attacks, and ordered his henchmen to lead the supervision team to suppress the formation.

This time, the attacking civilian army learned to be obedient, the formation of the charge was no longer so dense, quite a bit of a later straggler line attack, the shield soldiers in front, the archers and musketeers in the center to cover, suppressing the defenders at the head of the city, the siege vehicles desperately hit the city gate, the long ladder leaned against the city wall, and the soldiers desperately climbed up.

The officers and men of the Independent Battalion of the Royal Guards did not throw them at will in order to save thunder, but only used them when the defense line was tight, they only used muskets to bombard, while the county soldiers and the common people threw stones and rolling logs, splashed hot oil from boiling soup, pushed down the long ladder that was leaning on the city wall with forks, shot with bows and arrows, slashed with knives, and stabbed with guns, and stubbornly held the position at the head of the city.

The soldiers of the Nationalist Army who climbed up to the top of the city were all cut down with knives, their bodies were thrown down as stones, the long ladder was pushed down, the soldiers who climbed on it screamed and fell, and some were scalded by the hot oil that was sprinkled down and screamed, and most of the soldiers were shot down by rows of muskets, and the city was soon filled with a thick layer of corpses, but the Nationalists still attacked bravely and fearlessly.

It's not that these civilian soldiers are really not afraid of death, but if they turn around and run away, they will have their heads cut off by the sharp machetes of the overseers, and they will die if they retreat, and they will not necessarily die if they advance, so they can only charge hard.

The most fundamental reason why the combat strength and quality of the people's army have dropped so much is that Zhu Jian reduced taxes and forced labor, implemented all kinds of new policies for the benefit of the people, the people were simple and simple, and they had hope in their hearts, so they naturally didn't want to do this kind of headless thing, they were basically coerced, even if they took the initiative to join the army, they were mostly those ruffians who bullied the soft and were afraid of the hard, these people had in their hearts the idea that they could mix with the gangsters, and if they couldn't get along, they would desert and run away, and they were counting on them to fight with the officers and soldiers. The surrender of the city is more reliable.

Although the offensive of the people's army was fierce, the quality of combat strength and many other reasons, coupled with the fact that a large number of large and small leaders were sniped and killed by snipers, and there was no one to lead the command, they were basically blindly fighting, and they did not collapse because they were forced by the overseers behind, so the pressure on the officers who defended the city was not very great.

The county soldiers and civilians defending the city were supported by Li Liancheng's 1,000 fresh troops, and they also witnessed the power of muskets and thunder, and their morale was greatly boosted.

When the casualties of a unit reach a certain proportion, even the elite troops who have experienced a hundred battles have to collapse, not to mention the civilian army that is the scum of the war, once the psychological collapse, even if the supervising team wields an executioner and cuts down more than 20 people, it will not be able to prevent the defeated soldiers from fleeing, and no matter how strong the bullet pressure is, it is very likely to cause a mutiny.

Zhang Xianzhong had no choice but to order the collection of troops, so that these already frightened defeated soldiers to the back camp to rest, and re-send new troops to attack, and now the people sent to attack the city are all cannon fodder, which is used to consume the ammunition and physical strength of the Ming army, morale, etc., and the real elite is still recuperating, waiting for the opportunity to go out again, and capture the county seat with a thunderous force.

The People's Army launched another attack, and the rumbling war drums that inspired morale, the earth-shattering shouts and roars of killing, the sound of ping-pong gunfire, occasionally mixed with one or two thunderous explosions, the burning stairs, siege vehicles, and towers billowing smoke, abandoned broken weapons and armor, corpses of various forms, and blood flowing into a river constituted a tragic battle scene.

The attack of the cannon fodder of the people's army is not too strong, but it can't stand the large number of people, Zhang Xianzhong has to take Shanyin County to death, and launch an indiscriminate attack on the four gates, and the county soldiers defending the city are too few, even if the people spontaneously organize to help defend the city, they still feel great pressure.

Li Liancheng's battalion has only 1,000 people, guarding four city gates, each city is only divided into 250 people, 200 people are divided into two groups, take turns to fight, 50 people are left as reserves, the countless cannon fodder of the people's army consumes a lot of ammunition, the pressure can be imagined, fortunately, the whole city of soldiers and civilians have the belief of defending the city and protecting their families, otherwise it would have collapsed long ago.

It can be said that both sides are gritting their teeth and insisting, it depends on who can't hold the collapse first, Zhang Xianzhong, who has a bad temper and is suspicious, jumped in front of the battle and scolded his subordinates, and the cannon fodder sent batch after batch up, but it didn't last long before it collapsed, if it could hold on for a while, it would be able to consume a little more ammunition, physical morale and human life of the Ming army, but the reality is so skinny.

In broad daylight, the army launched more than a dozen attacks in turn, only five or six times to kill the head of the city, originally thought that there was a chance to break the city, but it did not last long, the warriors who killed the head of the city were killed by the county soldiers who defended the city, and the corpses were smashed and thrown down the city as a ring, and the city was already full of thick layers of corpses, looking at the getting late, Zhang Xianzhong could only order Mingjin to collect the troops and wait for dawn to fight again.

Zhang Xianzhong and the big leaders don't want to continue fighting, but the sky is dark, the vision is not clear, the science and technology are backward, the materials are scarce, the people can't eat, basically they are yellow and thin, malnourished, suffering from night blindness, want to attack the city in the dark, don't joke, it's good if you don't get lost.

In the tent, Zhang Xianzhong's face was gloomy, today's siege battle, the soldiers under him behaved as scum, which made him very unhappy, the Ming army could afford to drag it, he couldn't afford it, every day it was delayed, the danger increased by one point, Gao Jie's main reinforcements were coming at full speed, Sun Chuanting, Cao Wenzhao, Lu Xiangsheng, Qin Liangyu's four-way army was outflanking behind the tail, the distance was getting closer and closer, and he couldn't afford it for a moment.

"Father-in-law, let the child lead the army to attack the city tomorrow." Li Dingguo took the initiative to ask for battle, he is Zhang Xianzhong's adopted son, and he is also one of the most outstanding leaders in the Zhang family's army, and he also understands the troublesome problems.

"Okay." Zhang Xianzhong was so happy that he took the case, he was still very relieved of Li Dingguo's ability and the combat power of his subordinates, worthy of the righteous son he vigorously cultivated, and he could help him solve problems at critical moments.

The people retreated, and the soldiers and civilians in the city were all relieved, and more than a dozen waves of fierce battles, killing and wounding many enemy soldiers, they were numb and very tired, and they didn't even have the strength to cheer for victory.

At this time, he commanded the people to clean up the battlefield, repair the damaged fortifications, bring hot food for the soldiers to eat, arrange the treatment tools for the wounded, cremate the bodies of the fallen soldiers, etc., and the county lieutenant Qu Bo was responsible for maintaining public order and other work, and the three of them cooperated quite tacitly.

After nightfall, Li Liancheng and several company commanders stood at the head of the city and talked in a low voice, looking at the brightly lit Zhangjiajun camp in the distance from time to time.