"Boom!" There was a huge explosion, and the heavy city gates were torn to shreds like pieces of paper. When the Mongol cavalry saw the city gate open, they immediately rushed into the city gate like crazy. The flow of people is gathering again!

"Mortars, suppress the head of the city, can't let them throw grenades." Arabutan commanded the artillery, and the mortars frantically shelled the towers. In a sea of fire, several Ming soldiers with explosives strapped to their bodies were torn to pieces by shrapnel before they could jump to the bottom of the city.

The first Mongol soldier to rush into the black hole in the city gate had no time to cheer when he was blown up by a mine under his feet. The man was attached to the wall like a mural, and one leg was completely turned into minced meat.

The cave in the city gate was filled with the wails of Mongolian soldiers, and although the explosion of the mine was not very powerful, those small steel balls hit the legs, which was absolutely painful.

Several bottles of fire oil fell from the sky and shattered when they fell to the ground. The huge flames steamed up in an instant, and the flames engulfed the Mongol soldiers. The sound in the throats of those Mongolian soldiers was not a human movement at all. At this time, they are more like ghosts.

"All mortars are bombarding the city tower for Lao Tzu, we must suppress the Ming army and let our people rush in." Alabutan, who was only twelve years old, had red eyes and howled like a hungry wolf.

The Mongol artillery immediately gathered all the mortars and suppressed the Ming army on the tower. Hundreds of shirtless Mongol soldiers, armed with bayonet-mounted rifles, howled and charged again.

The cannon roared on the tower, and the top of the gate was burned into a sea of fire. The Ming army on the city wall was constantly blown up by cannonballs, and fell into the pile of rubble below the city, and the flesh and blood were blurred. No one can get close there, no one can reinforce there. Seeing that the Mongol soldiers rushed into the cave of the city gate, Sun Xing picked up his rifle and was about to fight the Mongols with bayonets.

"Boom!" The castle tower disappeared in the smoke of gunpowder, and everyone looked at it like fools, not knowing what was going on.

"Haha! Ha ha! The Mongol artillery blew up the gate building. Sun Xing, who reacted, was so happy that he almost went crazy.

"Mortars, give me bombardment of enemy mortars close to the walls." Sun Xing kicked the stupid artillery company commander.

"No!" The artillery company commander reacted and immediately led his men to adjust the angle of fire.

"I'm ......!" The corners of Arabutan's eyes almost cracked, this kind of thing can happen? Countless shells actually blew up the city gate building, and the Mongolian soldiers who had just rushed into Yinchuan City were buried alive under the ruins. It is estimated that those who rushed into the city with their legs would not survive.

Three or five people facing hundreds of people will definitely be chopped into eighteen pieces and thrown out.

"That's it for today, we can't fight any more. Today, we have lost more than 3,700 casualties, and the casualties are too great. Anyway, the city wall of Yinchuan has become like this, and it is only a matter of time before it is conquered. Wen Chun stopped Alabutan, who was about to go up desperately.

The gates and towers collapsed, and the ruins blocked the way forward. The Mongol soldiers, who had been fighting for a day, were also starting to get tired, and it was time to stop fighting and recuperate.

This is the first time that the Mongol soldiers have a hot weapon duel, and it is also the first time that they have the same weapons as the Ming army. Although they were not yet proficient in use, the bravery of the Mongol soldiers somewhat made up for the gap.

The casualties of hot weapons warfare are far greater than those of cold weapons. Bullets fly everywhere on the battlefield, and a small projectile into the body can take the life of a young person. There is no such thing as a god of war who has been hit by several arrows and is still fighting endlessly.

"The Mongols have retreated!" Seeing the Mongol soldiers retreat like a tidal wave, a huge cheer erupted from the city walls.

The first day is finally over!

The walls were blackened with smoke, and the battlements on the walls looked like dolls with lost teeth. The shooting tower, made of bluestone strips, was full of dents and bullet holes. As for the masonry watchtowers, they had long been pierced by shells, and they were black inside, and the broken corpses were torn apart, and they were also black.

Looking at the dilapidated Yinchuan city wall, Sun Yuanhua wanted to cry without tears.

After more than two years of labor, he was beaten into a half-crippled in one day. The walls were blasted open in several places, but the broken bricks hindered the advance of the cavalry. Otherwise, the Mongol cavalry would have rushed into Yinchuan City and slashed and killed.

"Stones were wrapped in barbed wire and thrown into the gaps in the walls. In the middle of the night, they went down from the city walls and planted more mines. Carry away the wounded for treatment and get some good food for the soldiers. "Orders were passed down one after another, and there were constant orders from the officers to go out on errands.

Countless people poured onto the wall, and some people carried broken bricks and stones, wrapped them tightly in barbed wire, and threw them into the gaps. Ammunition was carried from under the walls to the walls, and others were carried away by the wounded. The entire city wall was in chaos!

Sun Xing sat on a large gravel, holding a bowl of white rice in his hand. The cook pleased, scooped out a large spoonful of meat from the bucket and buckled it into Sun Xing's rice bowl.

There was a sound of sobbing in the corner, and Sun Xing put down his rice bowl.

"What's wrong?"

"In the morning, there were eight brothers who ate, and now I am the only one left." A young face, at most eighteen years old. There is a faint layer of fluff on the lips, and the whole face is smoked like an African. The contrast between the black face and the white rice is very stark.

Sun Xing didn't speak, but just took the iron bucket from the cook's hand and filled the little soldier's rice bowl with a spoonful of meat. Whether this meal will be the last or not, only God knows.

"Battalion commander! Am I going to die tomorrow too? Xiao Bing didn't eat, but raised his head to look at Sun Xing.

"Tell you a good job! On the battlefield, the more scared you are, the faster you'll die. If you're really scared, shout loudly. Useful! ”

"Really?"

"I lie to you, I'm scared today, and then I shouted loudly, and after shouting, I won't be afraid. You see, I'm not good, I haven't even broken a piece of oil. Sun Xing patted his chest.

The casualties were too great, and there were more than 300 people in this battalion. Today it was fought down in one day, and seventy-nine died. Together with the more than 60 injured, more than half of the casualties were already killed.

The wounded are all badly wounded, and it is estimated that many of them will not survive this evening. The vast majority of people were injured by shells, and few were killed or injured by bullets.

Whether he can eat it or not, Sun Xing knows that he has to eat this bowl of rice. There was rubble everywhere around, and two charred corpses not far away. A hand fell into a crack in the stone, and the bone stubble was white, whiter than rice.

A pair of legs appeared in front of Sun Xing and looked up along the legs. Sun Xing saw his father Sun Yuanhua!

"Daddy!" Sun Xing hurriedly put down the dishes and chopsticks.

"You went to a military school, tell me, can this Yinchuan be held?" Sun Yuanhua lifted his coat and sat on the stone.

"At least three days to hold on, although the walls are broken with many gaps. But barbed wire wrapped in rubble bricks and thrown down, making the gap even more difficult to climb. Originally, the city gate was the biggest weakness, but now the city gate was blown down by the Mongol mortars. Hehe! I have to say, God is helping us.

Heavy rocket artillery fought only one round, proving that their rockets were not easily transported. It was transported from the Ili River valley to here, thousands of miles, and the thing was so heavy, and the Mongols had no trains. It is simply impossible to replenish quickly!

In addition, today they consume so much ammunition, and if they do not replenish, tomorrow their artillery fire will weaken. Although we have suffered heavy casualties, it will be easier to defend it.

Unless......! ”

"Unless what?"

"Unless the Mongols send reinforcements!"

Speaking of reinforcements, Sun Yuanhua's face darkened. God knows how big the Mongol attack will be this time, but looking at the Mongols outside the city, there are definitely twenty or thirty thousand people.

It was getting dark, and figures descended from the city walls. With shovels in their hands, these men chose a random place to start the pit, and then put the mines in it and buried them again.

It only took half a night, and the city of Yinchuan was already full of landmines. The men of Bray dared to go backwards, for they were not sure where the mines were buried in the land ahead.

The men not only planted mines, but also picked up many muskets used by the Mongol soldiers.

"Battalion commander, what kind of gun is this?" Xiao Bing didn't know this gun, so he brought it to Sun Xing to take a look.

"Fuck me!" After taking the gun, Sun Xing burst into a foul mouth.

This is a gun that is very close to the big eight, and the magazine can be stuffed with five bullets. The bullet is thicker than the bullet with a larger eight, and the gun is heavier than the larger eight. When did the level of the Mongols' gun-making develop like this, if the Mongols were all equipped with this equipment, there would definitely be no way to fight this battle.

Sun Xing's subordinates were still standard equipment with flintlock pistols eliminated by field troops. Although this gun is powerful, the rate of fire is too slow. This kind of gun in his hand has a large bullet charge, and it should be more powerful than eight large grains.

"This shot is amazing." Sun Xing took out a cigarette and threw it to the little soldier, which was regarded as a reward.

After gesturing back and forth a few times, he threw the gun to the soldier again: "Go down and look for more, as long as there are such guns and bullets, they will be found by Lao Tzu." ”

With these captured weapons and ammunition, Sun Xing's mood improved. At least in terms of firearms, it is possible to close the gap with the Mongols. The reason why it can persist today has a lot to do with the strong city defense.

"No!" The soldier beat a stand, and then went to the people to ask for a gun.

Every once in a while, fireworks explode in the sky. As the fireworks explode, everything on the ground can be seen in general. The people took advantage of this brief moment to find the guns and ammunition left behind by the Mongol soldiers.

In order to find a gun for Sun Xing, the people were also open-minded.

Since I was a child, I have heard about the cruelty and tyranny of the Mongols, and today I killed so many people during the day. If the Mongols break through Yinchuan City, they will definitely stage a slaughter of the city. The lives of nearly 100,000 men, women, and children in the city depend on whether or not the city defense can be defended.

There were also sporadic battles at night, mostly with cold guns. Although it was not as fierce as during the day, it also killed more than a dozen migrant workers.

Sun Yuanhua organized a group of death row prisoners to wait behind the gap in the city wall, these people did not have guns in their hands, they only had a ghost-headed broadsword. As long as the Mongols climbed over the city walls and shattered bricks, these ghost-headed knives would definitely become his nightmare.

It has been a busy night here, and the Mongols over there are also actively preparing.

For a whole day, not only did thousands of people be lost. And it consumes a lot of ammunition, and the manpower is easy to fool. It's really not good, recruit people nearby or tie people up and beat Daming. But ammunition is difficult to handle, almost 4,000 miles from the Ili River Valley to Yinchuan.

His own cavalry advances very quickly, but hot weapon warfare is very different from cold weapon warfare. The biggest difference is the dependence on logistics. In the past, when fighting wars, it was enough to bring at most a few days of dry food and a few pots of arrows.

But now in war, you don't need to bring arrows, but you need to bring more bullets. And send out horses to carry cannonballs and food!

Now Arabutan regrets a little that he insisted on fighting so far.

Arabutan smiled carefully at the map of Yinchuan, although this map was still five years ago, it was much stronger than nothing.

"How many shells and bullets will arrive tomorrow?" Arabutan's searching eyes looked at Wen Chun.

"There are very few, especially fewer shells. You know, we also have a limited number of shells produced in the Ili Valley. There are also a lot of shells that don't seem to have enough power to explode, and I don't know what is going on. Wen Cun thought for a moment, stroked his beard and said.

"Alabutan, if you continue to fight like this, you will drag down all of our 30,000 expeditionary forces. I want you to retreat now! The curtain was lifted, and Gurdan walked out with Dorgon.

Alabutan and Wen Chun stood up almost at the same time and saluted Gerdan.

Geldan is the biological son of Batur Huntaiji, while Alabutan is the son of Geldan's eldest brother. In terms of seniority, Geldan was Arabutan's uncle. Faced with this powerful uncle, Alabutan had no choice but to retreat.

"It turned out that my uncle was here, someone came, watch the tea!" Geldan knew that the comer was not good, so he stabilized the person first.

"No need!" Gerdan coldly refused.

"Hand over your command and let me take the warriors to war." Geldan said forcefully.

"Uncle! Let me lead the troops, this is grandpa's decision. If you want to take my soldiers into battle now, you must ask my permission. This is grandpa's exact words, does it mean that you don't want to fight? ”

"But if you go on like this, Yinchuan City has not been defeated, and the Mongolian warriors we rely on for survival don't know how many will die." Seeing that Alabutan carried Father Gerdan out, Gerdan still refused to give up.

Defeating the Han people to be in the limelight, this is a good thing that many pairs of eyes are staring at. Now that he is snatched in the hands of Arabutan, the ambitious Geldan has a sense of loss that he has never encountered.

"I'm going to adjust my strategy tomorrow and I'm not going to do that again. There won't be so many people dead, please rest assured uncle. Alabutan stood up and looked Gurdan in the eye.

The Mongols are the descendants of the blue wolf and the white deer, and the young Alabutan has a wolf nature in his bones. The cold and cruel eyes made Geldan very uncomfortable.