Siege is indispensable for fighting. Cities are the gathering place of people, transportation, and materials, and they are a key point that cannot be ignored in war. While it is amazing to have a surprise attack over the mountains, the actual examples of warfare often revolve around cities. As a last resort, military commanders will not easily bypass the city unless it is defended by scum like the Ming army who dare not leave the city.

Ningyuan City is very small, and there are not many soldiers and horses in the city. Sang Quanlai led a platoon of militia to garrison in the trench outside Ningyuan City, and built a three-dimensional defense system with his brothers on the city wall, giving full play to his firepower advantage as much as possible.

Nurhachi's tens of thousands of horses marched from Jinzhou to the outside of Ningyuan in one day, determined to pull out the nail that stood in the way of his rescue of Mang Gurtai. There was a great khan pro-signing, and the morale of the Jurchens was really high. Nurhachi himself was also calm, he did not attack as soon as he arrived, but first conducted a reconnaissance of the terrain in Ningyuan. At night......

The people in Ningyuan City basically fled when Jiannu came last year, and when Mang Gurtai came, he arrested the rest as hard labor. When Isang Quanlai arrived with the troops, the city was empty.

When the team arrived, the work began. Sang Quanhui was squatting in a trench with a row of people overhead, with a simple wooden shed above his head, barely sheltering from the wind and rain. A brazier was lit in the trench, and the faint charcoal fire provided a little warmth.

Rows of bonfires were lit at a distance of twenty or thirty meters outside the trenches, and coal tar was poured on them. Coal tar burns with a pungent smell, but it can burn for a long time, providing lighting and preventing enemies from approaching.

There are three squads in the platoon, and they take turns to send people to sentry.

Sang Quanlai became a platoon commander at a young age. In order to get his brothers home alive as much as possible, he broke his heart. It was already dark at the moment, and he had to get up every half hour to patrol the sentry to make sure that everyone at the sentry post was in good spirits and watching the movement in the night.

"You're a son of a bitch, you're not afraid of death." After patrolling for a while, Sang Quanlai scolded in a low voice. He once led migrant workers to build roads, and he knew that undisciplined people would do things that he couldn't even think of. Someone at the sentry post felt that the temperature in the brazier was not enough, and secretly lit an open flame to roast his hands. "Aren't you afraid that a Tartar will shoot an arrow and kill you? Those Tartars shoot far and accurately! ”

The scolded militiamen did not dare to fight back, so they could only laugh and stomp their feet in the trench with their hands stomped on their feet. Sang Quan looked at the other party's embarrassed appearance, and could only put on the gloves he had been issued as an officer. "Don't fucking shake Lao Tzu, the Tartar can smell the commotion on you from a hundred meters away."

There was a chuckle in the trench, and several soldiers on duty couldn't help laughing. It's only been a few days, and everyone in the platoon knows that he is a good platoon leader and a talent from Golden State University. People are literate in reading, and as long as they have more experience, they can be of great use.

The scolded militia took the gloves and kept thanking Sang Quanlai. Sang Quanlai sighed secretly, the equipment of their militia is not as good as that of the Wehrmacht. Even if the firearms are inferior, even the clothes and hats are far inferior. The soldiers of the Wehrmacht were all issued with cotton shoes and gloves, and the militia did not have gloves and other bits and pieces.

These things look inconspicuous, after all, the 'revolutionary army' does not expect the militia to be the national defense force. But now in this extreme situation, the militia is stunned to be pushed to the front line, and the gap in equipment is huge. This freezing of hands and feet alone can reduce the combat effectiveness of the soldiers by half. Fortunately, they can still be fed and clothed, otherwise it would be worse.

Sang Quanlai clenched his fists and moved his muscles. He felt that the weather was extremely cold tonight, and his exposed fingers were painful from the cold. He was about to return to his command point to warm himself up, when he suddenly heard a terrible cry from the dark night, and the voice of 'ah' came from outside the city.

The Tartars are coming!

Sang Quanlai hurriedly ran to his post, waking up all the sleeping soldiers along the way. Many people were shocked when they heard the screams, and they got up and looked out of the trench in a trembling manner. Sang Quanlai shouted in a low voice: "Light the fire rope and load the gunpowder." Hurry up with meows. You're here to fight, not to play. ”

Although the inquiring rope burns slowly, if you keep lighting it, you can burn one in an hour or two. Therefore, the arquebus must be lit at the time of engagement. The same is true for the ignition powder, which is loaded before the fire is fired.

There are so many shortcomings of arquebuses, but at present, the arsenal in Golden State cannot meet the equipment needs of more than 100,000 militiamen, so they can only make do with cheap arquebuses.

Sang Quanlai returned to his command point, grabbed a telescope and looked into the night. But in fact, the black rumbling couldn't see anything, but screams rang out from time to time in the dark night, and the entire front was far and near.

Someone shouted, "The thistle we threw outside has pierced the soles of the Tartars' feet." ”

Hehehe......

The soldiers in the platoon were happy.

The outermost part of the line of defense is a circle of thistles, or four-legged nails, scattered on the ground. No matter how you put this thing, there always has a spike pointing upwards. Jiannu can learn the 'revolutionary army' to equip with firearms and iron armor, but he can't protect himself from the soles of his feet. In these days, it would be nice for most soldiers to have cloth shoes, but thistles can easily pierce the soles of leather shoes.

Jiannu was obviously going to sneak a night attack, they were cautious about being exposed, but when the severe pain under their feet was pierced, they couldn't help but cry out for pain. This thistle terrestris is scattered irregularly, and it can't be cleaned up when you want to clean it up in this black rumbling night, so you can only use the soles of your feet to go.

The screams became more and more, and Sang Quanlai's breathing became heavier and heavier. The militia under his command was still giggling, but when he heard the screams and kept approaching, he could imagine that the soldiers of Jiannu were gritting their teeth and enduring the pain, even if there was a hidden weapon hidden under their feet, they would kill them regardless of it.

"According to the gun, ready!"

Orders from officers at all levels sounded on the defensive line, and Sang Quanlai was also relaying. There were two rows of arquebuses in the trench and two rows on the wall at the back. The two sides fired alternately, which should have guaranteed a certain density of fire.

Twenty or thirty meters away, the bonfire was constantly shaking and flickering, and suddenly there was a dense sound of horses' hooves in the dark night. Sang Quanlai's heart tightened - the Tartar secretly led the horse up, and only got on the horse and sprinted when he was close to a distance of dozens of meters, so as to shorten the reaction time of the defenders as much as possible.

Several rockets were fired from the city, and after liftoff, the rockets quickly turned around and fell, and then exploded dozens or hundreds of fire points. This is an arson bomb that disperses a large area after exploding and can be used to provide illumination for a short period of time.

Before the fire group exploded and landed, Sang Quanlai saw a large number of Jiannu cavalry galloping rapidly about sixty or seventy meters away. These elite Tartars galloped in the dark at great risk, and some of the horses could not see the deliberately dug pits in the ground, and the horses' hooves fell immediately when they stepped into the air, and the horses' legs would break on the spot. The cavalry riding the horse must have fallen half to death.

But these Tartar elites are still charging frantically, and they are not afraid of danger at all. Seeing that they could rush in front of Sang Quanlai in a few breaths, the artillery on the city wall opened fire - a single shotgun is dozens or hundreds of steel balls, which can sweep away several Tartar cavalry in one breath.

And in the trench, Sang Quanlai was also shouting loudly 'aim, fire'!

The militia in the trenches lined up in a dense line, holding arquebuses and pulling the trigger. After two rapid rows of guns, one after another Jiannu elite riders continued to fall in front of them. However, the elite Jiannu who rushed out of the darkness emerged one after another, and for a time the number of enemies even exceeded the density of the arquebus's firepower, and a large number of cavalry rushed to the trench behind the bonfire before they were forced to stop.

People shouted and horses neighed, guns and cannons roared, and the battlefield was tense and noisy. Some Jiannu cavalry failed to stop, and rushed directly into the trench, which naturally fell half to death. Some of the Jiannu dismounted and jumped over the trench and rushed up with knives and guns. Such a charge is not suitable for firearms, or it is more convenient to equip cold weapons. But these people were soon confronted with the mines planted in advance by the 'revolutionary army'.

With a pull of the rope, a five-kilogram bag of explosives can blow up hundreds of pieces of debris on the ground. A radius of more than 10 meters will be emptied immediately. No matter how ruthless and brave your Jurchen warriors are, no matter how willing they are to sacrifice their lives and forget to die, they will be blown into ashes.

The moment the explosion sounded, a surging wave of air rushed over the heads of the militiamen. They were all cowering in fright, their ears aching from the drastic change in air pressure, and their heads were buzzing.

As a preferential treatment for the officers, Sang Quanlai was holding a flintlock pistol with a short barrel in his hand and was loading. The moment the mine pulled the rope, he heard the sound of crackling debris flying overhead. It was a wooden shed built above the trench to help them ward off some battlefield disturbances. But something bounced off the shed, and when he looked at it, it was a broken thigh.

The thighs were still steaming and blackened.

Sang Quanlai glanced at it and smelled a smell of meat. He frowned in disgust, and pushed the thigh away from the trench, and then saw that the tartars who rushed in the distance had retreated because of the heavy casualties.

"Clear the battlefield, report casualties, check your weapons, and prepare for the next battle." Sang Quanlai patrolled the trenches of his platoon to make sure that his soldiers were still fighting hard.

Some people have muscles that tremble because they are too excited, and some people have weak legs because of fear afterwards. There are also people who sleepwalk in the audience and don't do anything, so they can only slap them in the face and teach them a good lesson.

Sappers came from behind to replenish the mines, and the guys had to climb out of the trenches and run around the battlefield with their cats bent. In some places, bonfires have been extinguished by waves of mines, and they need to take the risk to rekindle them. Occasionally, a few arrows would be fired in the darkness, and it was the unwilling Tartars looking for revenge. If someone is unlucky enough to be shot, it is up to Sang Quanlai to send someone to drag the wounded back.

The first fight in this dark night was quite good, and Sang Quanlai's subordinates were not in any major event, but they were all in good spirits. The sentry who had just stomped his feet because of the cold was hot and smiling.

"Don't laugh like a fool." Sang Quanlai scolded a few words, "Return the gloves to me if your hands are not cold, Lao Tzu is cold now." ”

The militiamen laughed, and the tension eased. Sang Quanlai walked around the team before returning to his command point with confidence. He thought to himself: If the Tartars are all rushing blindly like this, maybe most of the people in the platoon will be able to go back this time.

But no sooner had the idea arisen than there was a noisy noise in the dark night outside the city. Listening to the voice, the tartar who had just retreated came up again. Sang Quanlai was a little surprised, "It's here again so soon?" Are these Tartars really not afraid of death? ”

And only a few hundred meters away from the battle line, Nurhachi was wrapped in a leather jacket and shouted coldly: "Rush a few more times, don't pity the lives of the soldiers below." It's time for them to do their best for Daikin. It's a bit useful to die now, it's better than to die when you're defeated. ”