The little flag commander is also a smart man.

Although he felt that Xu Xiucai was a trouble, he didn't show it, but instead held Xu Xiucai's hand and solemnly asked: "Raise people, we are short of manpower at the moment, and these wounded people need your help to treat them." ”

Xu Xiucai looked blankly, the wounded who were supported or carried into the tower, smelled the strong smell of blood and skin stench, and some hesitation and panic: "I, I won't......"

He had read a few medical books, and if he had put them in normal times, he might not need to be said, he would have been eager to try, but now that he was stimulated, he only felt that human life was very heavy, and it was not easy to bear.

"Rest assured, we have archers who will do the bandaging, and you just have to do it. You don't hate these wounded people, do you? ”

Hearing this, Xu Xiucai took a long breath, gradually cheered up, and his face was full of solemnity: "They are all warriors, how can I dislike them?!" ”

"Okay, Juren is worthy of being a scholar, and his knowledge is really not ordinary, so these people, please leave it to you below!"

Xu Xiucai finally regained his confidence, and with a solemn look, he went to the tower with others.

……

It soon became clear that the bandits' rockets were fired with crossbows and repeaters, and that their men were far away from the walls and could no longer be hit by throwing a stone.

Three ballistas and two rows of bandits armed with repeating crossbows, two or three people worked together, up and down, in unison, and the rockets came up densely into the city, without even giving people a chance to breathe.

The walls are made of bluestone, and the rockets can't help it, but all the wooden items in the city are not so lucky.

The towers of the city and the wooden fortifications near the battlements were on fire one after another, and a large area was set on fire when the mountain wind blew; There were also rockets that crossed the walls and fell on the fortifications inside the city, causing a panic.

In an instant, there was chaos in the city and under the city, and everyone's counterattack gradually became disorderly, and most of the people guarding the various battlements did not even dare to stretch their heads, so they could only hide under the battlement walls.

Even the archers and Uncle Niu and other people with good archery skills can only take advantage of the gap in the rain of arrows to occasionally shoot a few arrows, but they can't have any effect at all.

The first time the little flag commander faced this kind of scene, he didn't panic and lost his master, and he still remembered taking people to take risks to put out the fire, and commanding people to carefully carry away the injured people, which was already very remarkable, how could he still think of a counterattack.

He only hoped that he could resist this attack, wait for Lord Shen to receive the letter and rush to the rescue, wait for the thieves to run out of arrows, or wait for dawn.

The atmosphere on the city tower is very solemn, the battle has passed for half an hour, Lord Shen has not come for a long time, when the opponent's arrows will run out, they don't know, but they know that there is still a long time before dawn.

Suddenly, as if God had mercy, when the other party began to hit the door with a stake under the cover of a rain of arrows, a rapid and heavy night rain fell from the sky, and successfully rescued the people who were attacked by the rockets without a backhand.

"God has eyes! With this rain, the fire can't burn!"

"Haha, it's our turn to fight back, there are no rockets, it's so dark, they can't aim accurately!"

The rain wiped everything out in an instant, and the crowd shouted in the rain, drawing arrows and bows, and lifting stones to attack the thieves who had not had time to retreat.

Since Uncle Niu was injured, Jiang Han occupied the battlement next to him, and the two of them shot arrows and threw stones, and the rhythm was very well matched.

In order to throw the stone farther, Jiang Han also thought of an idea - cut off the hem of his clothes, tear it into two strips of cloth, tie the stone of moderate size, turn it around twice to gather momentum, and then throw it out hard.

It takes a little bit of skill, but it's easier and farther than throwing it dry.

However, this is also troublesome - when accumulating momentum, the person's movements are large, it is not easy to dodge, and it is very easy to become a target for the enemy.

But because of the rain, the rocket could not be fired, and in the dim light, it was not so easy to shoot the people on the city tower.

When the people nearby saw it, they cut their clothes one after another.

In an instant, the power of the stone shone again.

But this brilliance lasted only one meal, and the heavy rain went away as it did when it came.

After a while, the rockets rose again, and the cheers immediately shifted outside the city.

The mountain bandits shouted excitedly, and after a short silence, a frustrated scolding and resentment sounded on the city tower.

Between joy and sorrow, the sound of knocking on the door sounded again, everyone was a little discouraged, the will to fight was frustrated, and the battle faintly showed defeat.

The small flag commander tried to boost morale, but to no avail.

Although Jiang Han also shouted a few words to boost morale, in fact, she was already a little panicked, and she was already complaining about Lord Shen in her heart.

The battle lasted for most of the hour, and the messenger walked for a long time, but no one came.

A rabble, with an inexperienced little flag leader and no weapons, is now almost at its limit.

The sound of slamming on the door became more and more urgent, and the thief, under the cover of the rocket, charged again.

Suddenly, Yaomin, who was almost forgotten by Jiang Han, dragged a half-burned shelf, walked to Jiang Han's side with a low body, pointed to the sword on her side, and said, "I'm going to use it." ”

Jiang Han didn't know why, but he still pulled out the sword and handed it over, and asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

Yao Min didn't answer her question, but cut off the extra horizontal strips on the shelves, leaving only a man-wide plank. Then, he returned the sword to Jiang Han, dragged it back to his place, put a layer of stones on the edge of the battlement, put the plank on it, and then put some stones on it, and held the plank against it to prevent it from falling down easily.

Seeing this, Jiang Han finally understood, and she said happily: "You are so smart!" This will protect your chest and make it less dangerous when throwing stones. ”

Uncle Niu also looked at it when he heard this, and then his eyes lit up, praised him a few times, and also went to pick up a similar wooden frame.

And Jiang Han was more direct, and simply occupied Yaomin's position.

These planks were just drenched in the rain, and even if they were hit, they were not easy to catch fire for a short time, and with it, they were no longer powerless to fight back.

Jiang Han immediately smashed a few stones at the group of thieves who slammed the door, and then he had an idea, picked up a small piece of wood, and cut out a big beat.

In this way, when she throws small stones with strips of cloth, she can throw stones with one hand and resist enemy arrows with the other at any time, and the protection range is wider and more flexible.

She was once again moved by her ingenuity, and her fighting spirit was raised again.

This time, instead of shouting loudly with excitement, she spoke directly from the stone.

But the good times didn't last long, and while the others were still working as shields, she, Yaomin, and Uncle Niu were quickly discovered by the enemy because their attacks were too prominent, and then they rained arrows in a volley.

With a pop, Uncle Niu was hit by an arrow in the shoulder, and the bow and arrow in his hand flew out.

"Uncle!" Jiang Han casually threw away the plank and quickly rushed over, slapping the flames on Uncle Niu's body.

Uncle Niu had an arrow stuck in his shoulder, and a piercing blister was burned on his shoulder, and after the wound was burned, although the blood flowed slowly, it was so hideous that people did not dare to look at it directly.

Jiang Han picked up Uncle Niu, who had a pale face, and tears welled up in his eyes.

At this moment, her heart was full of hatred, hatred of these fires, hatred of the enemies who used fire, and even more hatred of her own powerlessness.