"In three days, the commander will send troops to save us." This is the most popular word on the city wall, and it is also the word that has been popular for a long time.

"As soon as the commander's soldiers arrived, these Mongolian soldiers had to be blown up one by one. When the time comes, Lao Tzu will set up a table in Hongbin Building, so that you boys can eat and drink enough. During a break in battle, Sun Xing always encouraged his soldiers like this.

"I'm going to eat elbows!"

"I'm going to eat the sheep pillar!"

"I'm going to eat lamb chops!"

"I want to drink the best Wuliangye."

"I want ......!"

"You bastards, this is to slaughter your battalion commander as a pig. Fucking the Mongols ran away, you can eat whatever you want. Lao Tzu's days are over! Sun Xing waved his hand, and the soldiers burst into laughter.

Walking to a place where there was no one, Sun Xing sat on the ground with his buttocks, his eyes looking at the Mongolian soldiers outside the city, his eyes were hooked.

There were fewer and fewer familiar faces in the team, the soldier who asked him if he would survive tomorrow. During the battle the next morning, he jumped off the city wall with a bag of explosives and died with a dozen Mongol soldiers.

Sun Xing told his father that Sun Yuanhua Yinchuan City could be guarded for three days, but now it is the tenth day.

The soldiers under his command have already changed two stubbles, and many of them are strong men in the city, and they were pulled up to the city wall without even touching their guns. After each burst of mortars, twenty or thirty people would be replenished. Many of them were torn to shreds by shells before they could learn to shoot.

The city of Yinchuan has been mobilized by Sun Yuanhua, and the three-year-old doll knows how to help clean up the rubble. Those broken bricks and tiles were of great use, wrapped in barbed wire and thrown at the gap in the wall, and the Mongols could not enter.

Arabutan's heart was bleeding, and for ten days he desperately attacked the city. Grandfather Batur Khan continued to send reinforcements, and now the Mongol army under his command has more than 50,000 people.

But people are constantly dying, and blood is constantly flowing. The fires that burned the corpses burned from dark to dawn and from dawn to dark, never stopped.

The damned Ming army is very cunning, they will send people out of the city at night, burying mines in the ground. The Mongol soldiers, howling and charging, were blown up by mines before they could get close to the city walls.

Landmines everywhere are very annoying, and the greatest power of this weapon is actually psychological deterrence. As soon as one person steps on a mine and is blown away, everyone will feel that there are mines everywhere.

When the team falters, deadly bullets are fired from the walls.

It takes more than ten years for a Mongolian mother to raise a warrior, but a small bullet can take their life in an instant.

The damn Yinchuan city wall is full of gaps, but you can't rush into it everywhere. As soon as a gap is blown out by shells or explosives, the Mongols will rush through. At that time, mortars and grenades from the city would also be overwhelmingly smashing at that place.

When the Mongol soldiers were killed or wounded, the Ming army would bring broken bricks and rubble wrapped in barbed wire and pile them up in the gaps. Broken bricks and barbed wire make the breaches even more difficult to climb. And in that kind of place, even if you throw all the shells there, it won't work better.

The arrogant Alabutan seemed to have encountered a turtle, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break the tough turtle shell.

"Son! Do you think the commander's reinforcements will come? When Sun Yuanhua also stood in front of Sun Xing and asked this question, Sun Xing's heart suddenly tightened.

"Rest assured, Yinchuan is an important town in the northwest, and the marshal will definitely send troops to support. When we were studying at the Army Academy, there was a sign on the playground that said: Never give up on every brother. "Daddy must be cheered up, for if he is discouraged, the city will not be able to be defended.

"But it's been twelve days, how can you ......!"

"If you come back, you will definitely come."

"Really?"

"Really!"

Of course, Sun Yuanhua would not be stupid to think that his son was telling the truth. But he just wants to hear it, even if it is a sentence that can no longer be fake, Sun Yuanhua is willing to believe that it is a truth.

"Boom!" Once again, a cannonball landed on the wall, splashing countless pieces of broken bricks.

Sun Yuanhua hurriedly hid in the bunker, and the cannonballs on the city wall were full of potholes, but the reinforced concrete bunkers were still good. The shells only gnawed off the outermost bricks, and the main body of reinforced concrete inside was basically lost.

These bunkers are the reason why the Yinchuan defenders have been able to hold out for so long!

"There is not much ammunition, especially grenades and mortar shells. At the current consumption, it can be used for up to two days. You are my son, and I can only give you two more boxes so that the rabbits can save some use. After Sun Yuanhua finished speaking, he went down the stairs inside the bunker down the city wall.

Sun Xing looked out along the shooting hole, and there were already Mongolian soldiers on horseback rushing over. This is the case these days, with Mongol soldiers rushing to the city on horseback and then dismounting and attacking the city on foot. Because there were not enough mortar shells, the mortars in the city rarely covered the galloping cavalry.

Shots rang out, and the Mongols who had rushed over were once again on their backs. But they continued to rush forward, and the closer they got to the walls, the more corpses of men and horses came. Especially near the gap in the city wall, there were bloody corpses everywhere. Layered on top of each other, more than one person tall. Now if you want to break through those gaps, you have to step on the corpses of dead people.

Reaching out and bounce away a maggot that had climbed up the shooting hole, the fly had grown enough maggots on the corpse in ten days. The white flowers were densely packed, crawling on the face, body, and hands of the corpse. The soldiers had long been accustomed to the pervasive smell of corpses. They even exercised that they could calmly eat steamed buns against wriggling maggots.

"Is the oil ready?" Putting down the binoculars, Sun Xing turned around and asked.

For days it was stenched with rotting corpses, and the plague could easily become popular. Guarding in Yinchuan City, if the epidemic is rampant, then this city does not need to be guarded. Today, Sun Xing is ready to solve the problem once and for all.

"Report to the battalion commander, ready."

"When the Mongol soldiers approached, they set fire to Lao Tzu." Sun Xing threw down a sentence viciously. He was also tormented enough by the smell of corpses, and burning these corpses crawling with maggots and flies was Sun Xing's final solution.

The Mongol soldiers approached, and one by one they covered their noses with cloth towels, and it seemed that they were choked by the stench of corpses. Some crouched on the ground and fired their guns on it, while others began to climb on top of the pile of corpses.

The barbed wire was covered with corpses, and as long as you climbed over them, you would be able to enter Yinchuan City. As long as the first one rushes into Yinchuan City, he can realize the ultimate dream of being promoted and making a fortune. Of course, these corpses at their feet also had such dreams.

The Mongol soldiers didn't care, and the quest for wealth and danger was not only popular among the Han Chinese. What kind of status you want to get, you need to pay a lot of sacrifice, and the Mongols understand this truth better than the Han Chinese.

The guns below were no longer repeating rifles that fired fixed ammunition, but breech-loading flintlock pistols. Five days earlier, Sun Xing had not seen the Mongols use repeating rifles.

This time, no grenades were thrown down from the city, and no mortar shells were dropped.

"The Ming people have no more shells!" A Mongolian who was an official shouted excitedly, because he was too excited, the guy slipped under his feet and made a close contact with the corpse.

The mouth happened to gnaw on the hand of a maggot crawling with maggots, and the maggots crawled on the face and arched into the mouth. The stomach cramped violently, and the bowl of mare's milk wine that he drank before the charge seemed to rebel in his stomach.

"Wow!" The mare's milk wine spurted out like an arrow, and its body bounced away like a spring.

The people around were screaming in horror, and the Mongolian officer who had just gotten up was still wondering. But soon, he understood what had happened.

Countless flaming glass bottles were thrown from the city walls, some of which fell on the stones and shattered on the spot, and blue flames burst into flames. Some bottles fell on the corpse, bounced twice with a soft step, and then exploded with a "bang".

Blue flames scurried down the Mongol soldiers' bodies, and the sound of the howls quickly drowned out the sound of the guns. Hundreds of Mongols, covered in fire and howling miserably, scattered in all directions. Some of them had knives in their hands, others with flintlock pistols.

The intense pain caused them to attack with their weapons no matter what they saw. Whether living or dead, the pain has made them lose their minds.

Someone had their arms cut off, someone had their legs cut off. The one who started was the robe that officially charged with them. Those with broken arms and legs screamed louder. It shouldn't be a scream, it's a howl.

The people who burned to the ground were constantly rolling in the flames, and the companions behind them, who were shooting hard with guns, even forgot to reload their bullets. The brave Mongol soldiers turned around and ran. In order to escape for their lives, they even discarded their weapons.

When the target time came, the Ming army at the head of the city calmly aimed with the gun in his hand, and then pulled the trigger. At first, they were still killing people with an extremely serious attitude, but killing and killing, it became a joke.

Those who hit them in the back were ridiculed, and the guys, who thought they were good marksmans, began to shoot the Mongols in the thigh or buttocks. There are also some more skilled ones, who like to hit their heads.

For a moment, gunshots and screams soared, and brains and blood flew together. Few of the Mongols managed to escape, and most were shot dead on the spot.

The Mongols stopped firing artillery, they didn't like to waste shells.

The corpse near the city wall was ignited, and at this time, it was not the fire oil that supported the flames, but the corpse oil that was refined from the corpse. The entire city wall of Yinchuan was burning, and the air was filled with the smell of barbecued meat. Countless flies and maggots struggled in the flames, only to turn into charred grains in a matter of moments.

The city walls, blackened by the gunsmoke, became even darker, and the Ming soldiers on the city began to cover their mouths and noses. The smell of burnt pig hair is really not very good. Even more smoky than the stench of corpses!

The flames formed a protective layer, and the fuel was the corpses of the Mongol soldiers. The Mongol soldiers could not attack Yinchuan City until the corpses were burned.

"The Ming people are going to be finished." Looking at the burning Yinchuan City, a smile appeared on the corner of Dolgon's mouth.

"What do you mean?" Gerdan looked at Dorgon in surprise.

"The walls of the Ming people are made of reinforced concrete, which is very resistant to explosions. When a cannonball hits, it just gnaws off a piece of skin. But the most feared thing about reinforced concrete is fire. With so many corpses under the city walls, this fire is small. The longer it burns, the more crispy the reinforced concrete on the walls will become.

At this time, just hit with a cannonball. It will collapse a large area, what do you think will happen to the Ming army on the city wall? Dorgon looked at Gurdan.

"I'm going to go to Arabutan to ask for battle!" Without hesitation, Geldan mounted his horse and galloped towards Arabutan's tent.

Gerdan's guards hurriedly followed, and the last time Gerdan and Alabutan had already quarreled, they did not dare to let Gerdan go to meet Arabutan alone. The promotion and fortune all depend on Geerdan, but he doesn't dare to let this young uncle have an accident.

"You want to fight?" Arabutan looked at Gerdan like a monster, he didn't understand why Geldan, who had not made a move for so many days, suddenly became brave.

"Don't you see? The Ming soldiers were burning the corpses of the Mongols, and the immortal heavens would not tolerate such a sin. I'm going to punish them and get justice for the dead Mongols. Geldan said it with righteous indignation, and Wen Chun didn't even believe a word.

The selfish Geldan can be brave, and the gelding can make a little donkey.

But Wen Chun couldn't find a reason to stop it! In the past few days of attack, Alabutan's troops suffered heavy losses, with casualties approaching 10,000. Now let Gerdan's people taste it! If Geldan also failed, returning to the Ili Valley Batur Huntaiji would not blame Arabutan too much.

"Arabutan! Will you agree to my request, if you don't, even if you disobey the military order, I will avenge the tragic death of the Mongols. Gerdan's voice roared again.

There was silence in the tent, and many of the Mongol generals cast admiring glances at Geldan.

"I beg you! Alabutan, let me go, I'd rather die under the city of Yinchuan. Seeing Arabutan's eyes turn sharp, Geldan changed his face and whispered softly.

"Well, I grant your request. What do you ask for, just say! ”

"I want explosives, lots and lots of explosives. I'm going to blow up Yinchuan City! Gerdan's voice rose again when he heard Alabutan agree.

"Okay, as long as your people can move, take as much as you want. Once the flames are extinguished, you can attack. Alabutan was relieved to hear that Gerdan was only asking for explosives.

"Your mortars will do their best to support me!"

"Yes!"

This is also the usual way of playing these days, using mortars to shoot at the Ming army at the head of the city to cover the attack of the Mongol soldiers under the city.

"I promise Changshengtian that as long as I live, I will definitely take Yinchuan City." Geldan bowed to Alabutan's chest and walked out of the tent without looking back.

"What is Gerdan going to do?" Arabutan muttered.

"Maybe you want to use explosives to blow up the city wall. Maybe this will work, damn we didn't think of it. ”