The siege of the city was much more fierce than Fang Hong imagined, the city was not wide, there were dense people standing on it, almost all the soldiers were holding fire bolts and crossbow arrows to shoot downward, dozens of general cannons and tiger squat cannons were no longer usable, and they were unwillingly smoking. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Almost a few dozen paces away, there was a large cauldron with boiling hot oil, and as long as a Tatar soldier dared to rush up, a scoop of hot oil would go down, and the hot skin and flesh of your storage would be gone.

Looking down the city, there were dense Tatars, nearly 10,000 Tatars rushing towards the city wall, like black ants. In the distance were Tatar archers, their arrows more dense than locusts, and after a burst of indiscriminate fire, the corpses of many people fell from the top of the city.

If you are in Datong City, you definitely don't have to worry about such a situation. But this is the county seat of Yingzhou, and the city walls are only three or four zhang high, and the Tatar bows and arrows can be easily shot.

Zhu Shouzheng was standing in a safe place, looking at the scene in front of him with a gloomy face. The Tatars were too fierce, and the Ming army was not well prepared, and they were already trapped in the city of Yingzhou.

The most important thing is that Yingzhou City is too small, and 30,000 people have suddenly been added to it, which is a huge test for the supply of grain and grass. Even if the Tatars can't attack today, the city won't last long.

The messengers he sent to Xuanfu and Liaodong have not been heard from so far. I don't know if he was intercepted by the Tatars on the way, which made Zhu Shou's heart even more stressed.

The only thing that can be called good news is that the Tatars are very strong in horsework, but they are not good at attacking cities, this siege is just to borrow cloud ladders, use human lives to attack, and there is no series of siege weapons, otherwise with the sturdiness of the city gate of Yingzhou, as long as it hits a few times, it can be knocked open.

Before Fang Hong walked into the city, he had already changed into a suit of armor. He squeezed through the crowd with all his might, and was about to take a look, when he saw the black arrows shooting overwhelmingly, and the sound of the bowstring popping in his ears made your scalp tingle.

All the soldiers around him were shot by random arrows, some of them were lucky, but they were only slightly injured, and those who were unlucky were directly hit by dozens of arrows and ended up with a miserable death.

Fang Hong used the long knife to pull away the arrow, but he was not harmed, but he was secretly surprised in his heart. The Tartar bows and arrows were so terrifying that they had almost reached a peak, and even the firearms could not gain the upper hand in front of them.

He finally took advantage of the sparse arrows to approach the wall. Countless ladders have been erected outside the walls, and these Tatars have little experience in siege, and they still use very old ladder climbing tactics.

Fang Hong held the long knife in his hand, looking down vigilantly, as long as a Tatar approached, he would go down with a knife and end the other party's life. However, there were not many Tatar soldiers who could actually climb the wall, because the Ming army had already poured hot oil on it and scalded people to death.

"It's not an option. Fang Hong looked at the dense soldiers under the city, and he estimated in his heart that if it continued like this, it would only take a few hours for these Tatar soldiers to attack.

The amount of hot oil in Yingzhou City is limited, but after such a short period of effort, the hot oil in the pot has gone down a lot. As for the rolling logs, there was not even one in Yingzhou City, because no one expected the Tatars to attack the city.

The cannon can't be used for a long time, just like the general's cannon, if you use it a few times, it can blow up. At that time, before the Tatars entered the city, the Ming army itself was in chaos.

At this time, Fang Hong had no better way. Manpower is sometimes poor, and in the face of the absolute general trend, he can only go with the flow and barely protect himself.

"Do you know the characteristics of the Tatar army?" Just when he was at a loss, Yang Jingye didn't know when he appeared beside him, holding the city wall with both hands, even at this time, he looked very leisurely.

"Characteristics?" Fang Hong looked at the Tatar soldiers below, but he still didn't notice anything unusual, he didn't know much about the Tatars, and he wasn't as well-informed as Yang Jingye.

"The Tatars attach great importance to blood, which in turn determines the rank of the nobility, just like Bodi, who is the most respected member of the Golden Family. Therefore, their army, in fact, countless small nobles led troops to unite under the banner of the big nobles, and the great nobles united as a tribe, and the Tatars were the largest tribe among them. "Tatar is not a country, it is a tribe in the Northern Yuan, but in recent years, Tatar has become powerful, defeated the former overlord Warat, unified the Northern Yuan tribes, and the Ming people referred to the Northern Yuan as Tatar.

"So?" Fang Hong's thoughts spun quickly, knowing that Yang Jingye would not be untargeted, and after a little thought, he roughly expected something.

"As long as the nobles and nobles of the Tatar army are killed, their army will not be defeated. This is the same as the principle of capturing a thief and capturing a king, and among the Han people, there has long been this method. It's just that this method has a greater effect on the Tatars, because the Tatars are superstitious about blood, and as soon as the nobles with higher blood rank die, they will lose their backbone.

"Do you have a way to kill their nobles?" The siege was carried out by ordinary Tatar soldiers, who were standing far away, and when their crossbow arrows hit them, they were basically exhausted, and they could not hurt them at all. If you want to shoot them, you must have a strong bow, but I am afraid that there is no such powerful strong bow in this city.

"There's a way. A smile appeared on Yang Jingye's face, although his expression was flat, Fang Hong still saw his confidence. In terms of martial arts, Yang Jingye has almost reached the peak, and his strength and speed have reached the peak of what manpower can do.

With one hand, he lifted it to the side and grabbed an quiver, which contained seven or eight spears. These spears were the length of a man, the ends were made of pig iron, but the bodies were wooden, and they looked like shoddy ordinary goods, and it was not known in which warehouse he had turned them over.

There are very few people who use spears, and they are not equipped in the regular army, and perhaps the inspection department of the county town may have them.

Yang Jingye stretched out his hand and pulled out a spear from it, flapped it with his hand, and suddenly, all his essence was raised. In an instant, it fell on a small Tatar nobleman hundreds of paces away, and judging by his costume, it should be a Tatar cowardice.

Timid Xue means subordinate in Tatar, and later gradually developed into a noble title.

At the moment when Yang Jingye locked on the little nobleman, Fang Hong only felt creepy, and he dared to guarantee that if Yang Jingye locked on himself, he would definitely not be able to escape.