The fire in Wuwei City has not stopped from the first moment it burned!

The rapidly rising casualties did not dampen Gerdan's ambitions. This kind of casualty rate is small compared to Yinchuan Eagle's Beak Mountain. Two hundred commandos rushed into Wuwei City and lay in the ruins to shoot at the Ming army. The opponent is cunning and has good marksmanship. The commandos fought very hard!

Just as the commandos were shooting frantically, a volcano erupted behind them. The huge air wave forced people to breathe, and the city bricks on the city wall even flew to a hundred and ten meters away, and a rain of bricks fell on the Liao army's position. In the face of the sudden rain of bricks on the battlefield, the Liao army was defenseless at all, and was actually stoned to death and injured many people.

The old lady's tooth-like walls were gone, replaced by patches of rubble. Geldan didn't care about the Wuwei city wall, so he ordered someone to blow up all the remaining city walls, and by the way, blow up the Ming army shooting on the city.

The entire northern wall collapsed, and when more Mongols stormed the city of Wuwei, there were several bloody Ming soldiers in the rubble, holding bricks at them.

The Mongol bayonet stabbed them in the chest, and blood splattered down the blood groove of the bayonet.

"Commander, Beicheng can't stand it." A guy with blood stains on his military uniform howled and reported to Cao Bianjiao.

"Jin Laoshun, Lao Tzu told you. Now our Wuwei City is surrounded by the Mongols like an iron pass, and if you can't resist it, you will take people to fill it in. You can't stand it if you fill it in, so fuck me go and fill it in. Either you will be turned into a corpse and lie there in Beicheng, or you will come back and be shot by me and lie here, you choose. ”

"Smack!" The revolver slapped on the table, and Jin Laoshun turned around and left without saying a word.

Death on the front line is considered a death in battle, and the bereavement pension is not an ordinary generous benefit. Death in the hands of Cao Bianjiao is considered military law, pension? Don't even think about it!

"What are the mortars doing, are they all fucking cubs?" Cao Bianjiao roared wildly.

It's two o'clock in the morning, and the time agreed with Cao Wenzhao is twelve o'clock tomorrow. In other words, he had to hold out for ten hours. It can be lost now, and by daybreak the two battalions should be gone.

There was a roar from the mortar position, and thirty-six mortars were sprayed at the same time. Shells rained down on the Mongols' offensive line.

For a moment, there was an inaudible explosion. Shrapnel and broken bricks flew in the air, and anything that stood in their way was a bad luck.

Gerdan watched as his ranks were engulfed in a puff of smoke, and when the smoke cleared, all that was left was a ground of broken corpses and wounded men who were still wriggling in a blur of flesh. The Mongols did not have ambulances, so an injury equaled death.

The artillery of the Liao army is fierce, but Geldan did not expect it to be so fierce.

"Along the north wall, blast the west and east walls. After bombing one by one, when the four walls were breached, they could only gather in the center of the city. At that point, we'll use those things again. Dorgon quickly saw the situation and immediately suggested it to Gerdan.

"Good! Blow up the Wuwei city wall to Lao Tzu, but I want to see if Lao Tzu is ten times larger than the Ming army today, whether he can eat it or not. Anyway, transporting food out of the city will be in the way in the future! Gerdan was also roaring wildly, and by this time both sides were fighting. If one person can be used to fight out the other party, Geldan is willing to quickly kill 800 people and exchange all the Ming troops for death.

Everyone understands that time is all about now. If the Ming army waited for the arrival of reinforcements, it would be the end of the Mongols, and if the Ming army did not hold out. That is the end of the Ming army!

The battle has reached this point, and neither side will show mercy.

Jin Laoshun lay in the rubble, the rifle in his hand kept shooting. Just poked his head out to aim, when suddenly a bullet flew over, and a black light sparked on the steel helmet. The huge kinetic energy almost broke Jin Laoshun's neck. He leaned back, and he fell to the ground.

"Battalion commander! Battalion commander! The guards howled and pounced, thinking that Jin Laoshun was dead. But when I saw Jin Laoshun, I found that this guy's eyes were round. The steel helmet fell to the ground on the side, and Jin Laoshun picked it up casually. It was found that a hole in the side of the steel helmet was cut by a bullet!

It's dangerous! If this bullet deviates by another three inches, it will be doomed.

"All around Lao Tzu dry hair, all go back. The position is lost, and everyone loses their heads. Kicking the guard next to him, Jin Laoshun picked up the gun again, stood up and was about to poke his head out. Immediately crouched down again and picked up the broken steel helmet.

"Battalion commander, the Mongols are coming up." I don't know who roared. Jin Laoshun got up and saw that the Mongolian soldiers wearing Mongolian leather robes on the opposite side had rushed to a place of only a dozen meters.

The platoon knocked down more than a dozen people who rushed to the front, Jin Laoshun drew his bayonet and shouted: "Get on the bayonet!" ”

"Click!"

"Click"

“……！”

All of them drew bayonets from their scabbards and attached them to the barrels.

Jin Lao Shun lit his rifle and crossed out of the trench and shouted: "Kill!" "Take the lead and rush forward with a bayonet.

The oncoming Mongols also rushed forward with bayonets like crazy. The two teams collided together like Mars hitting the Earth. As soon as the rifle in Jin Laoshun's hand was raised, the Mongolian rifle in front of him was facing the sky.

He took half a step forward with a bayonet and shouted: "Kill!" ”

The bayonet pierced the Mongol's chest, and his body pressed down violently. With the weight of his whole body pressed against the barrel of the gun, the bayonet sliced his stomach along his chest, and the Mongol let out a terrible scream. His heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys flowed out along the huge knife edge, and blood stained his leather robe red in an instant.

There was a curse from beside him, and he turned his head to see a Mongol soldier knocking down his guard, holding a gun stuck in the guard's neck. The guard's face was pale, his tongue sticking out from the elder, and his eyes glared in resistance.

Turning around, the bayonet stabbed the back of the head. The tip of the knife came out of his nose, and when he pulled out the knife, Jin Laoshun could still hear the huge breathing of the guards.

Hand-to-hand combat is done at all extremes, picking out eyes, biting ears, picking out crotch, and pinching necks.

There was cursing everywhere, screaming everywhere. Men of both nationalities, with rifles and bayonets, with fists, with teeth, attacked each other. Until one of them dies, they will stop and look for the next target.

After killing three people in a row, Jin Laoshun felt like he was panting like he was pulling a bellows. A Mongolian rushed over frantically with a bayonet, and Jin Laoshun smashed the opponent's bayonet with the rifle in his hand, but he didn't expect that the opponent was very strong and actually picked his rifle away.

The Mongolian kicked Jin Laoshun in the chest and knocked him to the ground, raising the rifle in his hand.

"Bang! Bang! Between the lightning and flint, Jin Laoshun couldn't take care of the pain. He pulled out the revolver on his waist and fired two shots in a hurry, one in the head and the other in the stomach.

The shot that hit the head directly opened the Mongolian Heavenly Spirit Gai. The steaming head flew out with a whirlpool.

The Mongols fell to the ground, and Kim Laoshun took a revolver and fired continuously. The two Mongols next to him were shot and fell to the ground, and their opponents did not hesitate to make up for the point.

Exit the cartridge case with the pistol and prepare for six more rounds.

A mongol soldier with a hideous face rushed forward, his bayonet glowing with a metallic cold light, which looked even more eerie in the moonlight.

Jin Laoshun looked stupidly, he didn't have any weapons at this time. The bayonet was almost piercing his chest, and suddenly a bayonet pierced the Mongol's head.

"Grenades!" Jin Laoshun roared, pulled out a grenade and threw it at the Mongolian soldiers in the distance. Then the man ran into the trench behind him!

After killing the enemy in front of them, the Liao soldiers did the same and quickly drew their grenades. Thrown at the Mongols in the distance!

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! "In a burst of explosions, the second echelon of the Mongols suffered heavy losses.

The second echelon of the Mongols was suppressed, and the two sides returned to firing at each other.

Bullets flew everywhere in the entire northern city, and people could only crawl if they wanted to move. If you dare to stand up, you don't know where a bullet will kill you.

Cao Bianjiao held a revolver and guarded the entrance of a cave. This is a secret cave that has just been tried, just next to the Ya of Wuwei County. Apparently, these Mongols had already imagined that in wartime this would become the command post of the Ming army.

There was a sparse sound coming from the vat that had just been buried, and Cao Bianjiao looked at the adjutant and lifted the lid of the hole in the ground violently. The Mongolian soldier who was climbing up the ladder was stunned, and the revolver in Cao Bianjiao's hand fired six shots in a row. A bullet was nailed directly to the top of the head, and the head exploded in an instant.

The adjutant took the men of the guard platoon and threw some round things into it.

Cao Bianjiao violently closed the lid, and the soldiers of the guard platoon on the side covered it with soaked quilts, and then sprinkled sand and soil on it.

The thing thrown down was the latest thing to make, and it was shaped like a grenade. It's just that after pulling it apart, it can only smoke and not explode. This thing was originally used as a warning, but it came in handy today. More than a dozen smoke bombs emitted enough smoke that no matter how many Mongolian soldiers were in the tunnel, they would be choked to death.

Cao Bianjiao took out his pocket watch and looked at it, it was four o'clock in the morning. That is, he also needs to hold on for more than eight hours.

Wuwei City is an important border town in the Han Dynasty, and legend has it that the dart riding general Huo Qubing once went out of the west here, killing the Huns crying and calling their mothers. As an important military town, the county government is located in the middle of Wuwei City. In the center of the county office, there is a watchtower.

The watchtower is 30 meters high, the tallest building in Wuwei City, and is specially used to observe the situation on the surrounding city walls. Today, the artillery observation post sits right on top of the watchtower. Of course, Cao Bianjiao will not be stupid enough to command the battle at the top of the watchtower, now is the era of artillery, God knows if the Mongols have worked tirelessly to get an artillery piece over. It only takes one cannonball to turn Cao Bianjiao into a corpse.

Thirty-six mortars were fired non-stop, and a lot of ammunition was prepared in advance anyway.

The wind howled in the icy weather, and the artillerymen's heads were steaming like steamers. The mortar tubes were so hot that they needed to be poured with water from time to time. The whole mortar position is like a steamer!

From time to time there was a loud bang at the city wall, followed by a loud bang. The walls would fall in large chunks, and the soldiers with rifles at the top of the city would fall to the ground, fall to their deaths, or be stabbed to death by the Mongols with bayonets.

Cao Bianjiao had to remove people from the city wall, and now there was no point in holding on to the city wall. The only way to survive the time was to fight the Mongols in the streets.

"The men in the city are organized, and everyone who can hold a gun with long hands will be given to Lao Tzu." Cao Bianjiao had no choice, and the casualties on the front line were getting bigger and bigger. The Mongols fought for their lives, and white-knuckle battles were staged on many streets.

The Liao army spent a lot of time training to fight bayonets, and in hand-to-hand combat, they had a clear advantage over the Mongols. The Mongol men were used to playing with sabers, and they were not quite used to bayonets.

Jin Laoshun watched one of his platoons fight against more than 30 Mongols, and he did not fall behind at all. But I didn't expect that when I killed more than half of the Mongols. The guys shouted and threw away their rifles. Pulling the grenade, he threw himself at the nearest Liao soldier.

After a continuous loud bang, the whole street fell silent. The gunfire on the battlefield seemed to be inaudible, and there were corpses still wriggling with blood everywhere. Stumps and severed arms are blown up everywhere, and you can find a hand on a wall or a foot in a tree. I didn't know at all if it was a Mongol or a Liao soldier, and the blood on the ground was blown by the cold wind and was steaming.

The Mongols are crazy, they just want to fight the Liao army one by one. When the Liao army is exhausted, the battle will be over. Jin Laoshun believes that this is what the Mongols think.

Standing on the high slope, Gerdan's face was pale, and since the Battle of Eagle's Beak Mountain, this was a big gamble he had. As long as Wuwei City can be taken, there will be no more food problems this year and next. Moreover, the weapons captured in Wuwei City can also support future operations.

He believes he can replicate Lanzhou's great victory in Wuwei.

But when he really hit him, he found that the main force of the Liao army and those garrison divisions were completely different things. These men are not only accurate marksmanship, but also extremely calm. In the face of the frantic attack of the Mongols, who were ten times their size, they actually held on to it until now and did not collapse. Such a fighting will is tougher than the Mongols.

"It's been three waves of attacks, and it's only been two fucking blocks ahead. But seven or eight hundred people died, rice buckets, a group of rice buckets! Gerdan paced back and forth with his hands behind his back and cursed.

"It's not bad, it's already two streets ahead, how big do you think Wuwei City is? It's not yet five o'clock, and you should hit the city center by daybreak. It's under that tall building, the closer you get to it, the more useless the mortar becomes. Victory is in sight! "Dorgon was sure.

"Hopefully, I'm afraid that they will burn down Wuwei's granary, if that's the case, we'll be busy in vain." What Geldan is most worried about is the safety of the hundreds of thousands of catties of grain in the city.

"Rest assured, until the last moment, the Liao army will definitely not make up its mind to destroy the grain. The Han people have a tradition of cherishing food! ”

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