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However, with a sound of explosions, one after another boulders tore through the beauty and calm in front of them, and there was a vast rain of arrows behind the boulders!

The Mongols have finally begun to attack Longshou Pass!

"Boom!"

The powerful giant stone thrower shot over the boulders and smashed them on the city wall, like the bow of a steel ship hitting the reef, this kind of hard confrontation made the stones crack open, the city wall also trembled, and the rubble splattered everywhere like a stray bullet!

Yang Jing and Gao Taixiang stood on the city tower, but they saw that many defenders were scraped by rubble, some people's heads were smashed off in an instant, some people were robbed of their eyes by fine stones, and some people were shocked and flew out, fell from the city wall, and fell miserably!

The defenders on the city wall road support the shield array, because the city wall road is not too wide, so it can only support three layers of defense, stacked layer by layer, impermeable, and behind the shield array, there are a large number of archers!

More than ten steps apart, there is a bed crossbow or stone thrower, used to counterattack, at this time the Mongols have entered the range of fire, Gao Taixiang ordered, Longshou Pass also officially launched a counterattack!

Xu Gao Taixiang personally supervised the battle, and Xu Liu Hanchao's impact on everyone was too shocking, and Xu Dali people knew very well that if this battle was lost, the people of the family and country behind them would become slaves of the Mongols.

In short, the morale of the defenders is unprecedentedly cohesive, they are not afraid of death, they regard death as home, they stick to their posts, even if the robes are pierced into hedgehogs by the rain of arrows, the surviving defenders can't see too many expressions.

They just silently dragged Pao Ze down the city, and then picked up Paoze's shield to fill the void caused by Paoze's death, but soon, he was also dragged down and became one of the rows of corpses in the city.

Except for the sound of artillery arrows breaking through the air, the sound of people smashing against the walls or the defenders, and except for the brief exclamation before death, there was not much commotion in the whole city, some people were weak and even scared, but no one cried and pleaded, and some people fled silently from the city, and then were hacked to death by the Overseers.

Yang Jing suddenly had an illusion, as if everything in front of him was a silent black-and-white movie, and the scenes passed by in front of him, full of the paleness of death.

There is no blood-boiling heroism, no grief-stricken desolation, as if time is a silent river that washes past from here, taking away the life that should be gone or not gone, and that's it.

Gao Taixiang frowned, pressed the handle of the knife, the Yang Clan Supervisor beside him was very pale, and secretly ran out three times during the period, and when he came back, there was still vomit hanging from the corner of his mouth that had not been wiped clean.

Liu Hanchao was wearing armor all over his body, with seven or eight corner flags behind his back, holding the long lance in his hand, squatting slightly, holding a huge shield with one hand, waiting for the enemy to attach himself to the city!

The stone throwers and bed crossbows at the head of the city were quickly wiped out by frequent use, several of them were smashed by enemy boulders, and on the first day of the siege, the defenders felt overwhelming pressure and felt that they could no longer hold on, but some of them still held on.

The soldiers who were waiting to climb the city, clutching their swords and shields in their hands, watched as corpses were blurred with flesh and blood, or fragmented, or full of arrows, and carried them past them.

The blood dripped to the ground, and soon gathered into a pool of blood, and then gathered in the cracks of the stone road, like a stream on the mountain, gradually growing.

This fear was even more terrifying than climbing to the top of the city, and they looked up at the city wall, and people kept falling from it, as if on the other side of the city wall was an army of the undead crawling out of purgatory!

The boulders and arrows had crossed the first wall, and landed on the second wall, and in the middle of the urn, and the soldiers who were waiting to fight in the city, as well as the auxiliaries and men who carried the equipment of the city from place to place, became the fish in the pond.

This also shows that the Mongol army is constantly advancing, and they are gradually approaching the first wall!

At this moment, the first city suddenly rumbled with a loud bang, the battlements were smashed, and an iron bullet the size of a watermelon smashed three or five people without any warning, and the broken hands and feet were covered with blood, and they exploded with a bang, splashing people all over their faces!

The Mongols intensified their offensive and used the return cannon, and the sound of the cannon kept coming, like a necromantic giant coming from the sky, and the sound of the cannon was his urging footsteps!

Under the towering towers of the Mongols, hundreds of thousands of people were naked, pushing huge and heavy carts, constantly approaching the city wall.

The towers were even higher than the city walls, and there were wooden baffles on the top of the towers, and the Mongol archers hid behind the baffles and kept shooting at the city, and under the cover of the rain of arrows, one after another ladders fell from the towers and set up on the top of the city!

"Push the ladder down!"

Someone shouted an order, and the defenders moved over with their shields on their shoulders, hoping to bring the ladder down the city, but the other end of the ladder was attached to the tower, as if it was locked by something.

"Slash with a knife!"

The defenders don't have much time to think about a way, and the swords, guns and axes in their hands are the only way for them to survive!

Some people managed to cut down the ladder, and some people were shot to death by the Mongol marksmen on the tower as soon as they appeared, and the Mongol foot soldiers continued to climb the tower from the ground, and then through the cover of the tower shooters, slid from the ladder to the top of the city, and the ground troops had already begun to fight like ants!

The huge single-plank iron head crashed, and under the impetus of hundreds of auxiliary soldiers, and under the protection of hundreds of sword and shield foot soldiers, it began to storm the first city gate!

"Boom! boom!"

Rushing the car and slamming the city gate one after another, it was like death knocking on the fragile heart of a dying man!

"Quick! bring everything up!" the defenders gave the order, and the defenders who had already prepared the city began to pour hot oil and iron juice, cannons, and wood into the city like a frenzy of rage!

The rows of timber with jagged blades, like angry hedgehogs, rolled down from the city, like a huge iron brush, brushing down the Mongol foot soldiers on the city like a heap of ants, layer after piece!

The Mongols fell to the ground with a wail, and some of them were burned with boiling oil, and they brandished their swords like madness, hacking their comrades to death, and the archers in the tower and the rear would shoot the madmen to death as soon as they found out, ending their suffering, and at the same time avoiding unnecessary accidental injuries!

"This is the first day" Gao Taixiang said in a solemn whisper, Yang Jing also pressed his hands on the railing of the city tower, nodded slightly: "It seems that the Mongolian barbarians are really in a hurry, otherwise they would not be so desperate."

Yang Jing's judgment of the battle situation was not wrong, it was only half a day, the Mongols sacrificed twice the price of the Dali defenders, in exchange for the opportunity to fight in the city, and there was no delay, the war from the beginning, it entered the white-hot stage, they wanted a quick victory!

And as the defenders, they can't take the initiative to go out of the city, let alone the capital and opportunity to take the initiative to go out of the city, and they don't even have time to go out of the city, they can only passively guard, waiting for Du Kefeng's bombs and artillery!

Although the strength of the whole country has been gathered, it still needs to be tested after the finished product comes out, otherwise the artillery will blow up and injure friendly troops by mistake, but the gains outweigh the losses.

However, Gao Taixiang has already issued an order that once the finished product comes out, it will be transported to Longshou Pass immediately, and there is no need to go through further experiments.

Even if the artillery explodes and injures some people by mistake, so what, isn't there enough dead people in the city?

Once the artillery is put into use, it is the biggest blow to the Mongols, which is to show Dali's new military strength, and let the Mongols know that it is impossible for them to fight quickly, because the Dali people who defend the city also have powerful firearms!

As long as the Mongols realized this, they knew that a quick battle was impossible, and if they wanted to take the Dragon Head Pass, they would have to pay a heavy price, fill it with countless human lives, and they would be dragged down the quagmire and delayed for a long, long time!

And time is what the Mongolian commander Guiyou needs most at the moment, as long as he realizes this, the morale of the Mongols will be frustrated!

Because of this, all the defenders need to do is to keep dying until the first batch of firearms is sent to Longshou Pass!

Thinking of this, Yang Jing also felt sad and helpless, because in the battle to recover Guizhou City, he and Ji Jin were buried in the ruins, so he was not able to witness the tragic siege battle.

Now that he is condescending, overlooking the entire battlefield, he really feels the bloodshed and cruelty of ancient wars!

Liu Hanchao has become a banner-like figure, and the defenders will unconsciously look at him, and when they find that the seven or eight horn flags are still flying in the city, they will know that the god of war who can pull open the bed crossbow has not yet fallen.

Since he had not fallen, it would have been impossible for the Mongol barbarians to cross this wall!

Liu Hanchao held a long lance in his right hand, a straight knife in his left hand, the blade had been curled, his armor was full of blood, his face was scarlet, only dark eyes, and white teeth!

He blocked the gap opened by the Mongols, and in front of him were the Mongols who were rushing like a wave!

It's like there is a hole in the dam of the reservoir, and Liu Hanchao is a stone blocking the hole, crumbling, it may be washed away at any time, but it has been blocked there, I don't know when it will be washed away, but it has never been able to break away!

The corpses piled up higher and higher at his feet, gradually closing the gap, even half as high as the other battlements!

The Mongols were also anxious, the more they couldn't break through, the more they surged to this side, and Liu Hanchao was exhausted, and it looked like he could fall down at any time, and he could be killed at any time, but when the enemy rushed up again, he could always save some strength and raise a lance to stab the enemy to death!

He seems to have lost his mind, relying only on the instinct of his body, guarding the position, as if he has become one with the city wall, he is the city wall!

Yang Jing watched, but he couldn't order Liu Hanchao to retreat, because he, like Gao Taixiang, knew Liu Hanchao's role.

Compared with guarding the city wall, Liu Hanchao's greater role is to boost morale, he is the real city wall in the hearts of the defenders, once Liu Hanchao is withdrawn, the morale of the defenders will collapse.

Liu Hanchao himself knew very well that from the moment he chose to walk out of this city gate with a bed crossbow, he knew that he would become an unobtainable person in this war.

He has always followed Song Ci, and then followed Yang Jing, but he always carried the long lance left by his ancestors, constantly reminding him that he was behind the gate, and one day, the horse leather shroud who died on the battlefield was a good death!

Looking at Liu Hanchao's figure, Gao Taixiang muttered in a low voice: "Is this the soldier of the Great Song Dynasty?"

Yang Jing just smiled bitterly and shook his head, he didn't know how to respond, he was just thinking in his heart, if the soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty were like Han Chao, it would be good