"Twelve hours to go, and the airship will fly." Zu Dashou gasped as he loaded the magazine with bullets.

He had already suffered three injuries on his body, all of which were small shrapnel, and he was taken out by the doctor after enduring the pain, and finally did not delay his action.

But the grenade exploded just now, although it was not hit by shrapnel. But hiding in the trenches, I was still shocked by the impact of the explosion. Now take a breath, and the lobes of the lungs will be cold and painful.

The first wall had become a number of gaps, like the teeth of an old lady. Through these openings, you can see mountains of corpses outside.

There are so many, it's just corpses stacked on top of each other. And the closer you get to the settlement, the more walls there are, and when you get to the place where the two armies are facing each other, there is not even a place to put your feet.

There was no time to rest, and the Mongol attacks came in waves.

The shells of the double-two-five rapid-fire cannon ran out, and the artillery that had been blown up by explosives was scattered miserably among the corpses.

Three improvised trebuchets were still emitting black smoke, and it was these three things half an hour ago that kept throwing explosive packs at critical moments, so that the Mongols did not attack.

The smell of barbecue was in the air, and smoke was billowing from the trench outside the wall. It was these flames that blocked the Mongol attack and gave Zu Dashou time to catch his breath.

The corpses of the Mongols, piled up like firewood. Gasoline on the airship, pouring on the corpses.

The torch was thrown in, and the blue flames immediately rose into the air. The corpses were burned so much that many people were horrified to see that some of the corpses actually sat up from the blue flames and moved.

Zu Dashou twitched his nose, which reminded him of Jinzhou City back then. It was also such a tragic battle, except that the opponent changed from the Houjin Tartar to the Mongolian Tartar.

They're all tartars anyway, and the fuck doesn't know how long they can last. Anyway, Zu Dashou now thinks that this fire can burn until the sky is wasted!

The flame burned for half an hour, and Zu Dashou knew that what was burning now was no longer gasoline, but human oil that was scorched by the heat.

Fresh corpses were constantly thrown in, and at first it was their leather robes that were set on fire, and soon large drops of corpse oil were roasted.

The guy who pretended to be dead was more miserable, and after being thrown into the flames, he was covered in flames and roared and screamed. The sound of that call is creepy!

But at this time, who can take care of whom. Let that guy flutter in the fire, and after a few flutters, it won't flutter. Anyway, the bigger the fire, the better, and now Zu Dashou can't wait to throw the living people in and burn them together.

There's really no way, I can delay a little longer.

There are only 100 people in the settlement who can move, even the old and the young, and even the men and women. With these people, they can't hold the wall no matter what, and now they have no choice but to defend the second wall.

There are guns now, and even dolls who don't have guns know how to send ammunition to adults. Looking at these children with a grenade pinned to their waists, ready to pounce on them and die with the Mongols, Zu Dashou gritted his teeth.

Conquest has always been difficult, and I didn't know why the marshal wanted to kill them all. Now it seems that if you don't kill the Mongols, the Mongols will kill you.

The inside of his nose was full of the smell of roasted human flesh, and Zu Dashou could still eat dried meat and drink spirits without any scruples. Damn, who knows if there's a tomorrow, take a fucking sip if you can.

Alcohol makes people feel numb, and it seems to reduce pain, at least that's what Zu Dashou thinks.

Pouring another large sip of the settlement's home-brewed liquor, Zu Dashou was ready to let the guys who had run out to lay mines come back.

They are the simplest compression thunderbolts, and the principle is very simple. A spring, a nail, and a bullet in it. As soon as someone steps on it, the bullet will fire.

It's hard to kill, but if you step on half a foot, you'll be gone.

"Divisional commander! The Mongols are throwing sand into it! Zhao Baoshun, who was burying mines outside, shouted at the top of his voice.

"Damn! Throw a grenade and blow up these sons of bitches. Zu Dashou picked up the Aka rifle with one hand and put it on the wall and said loudly.

The grenade was thrown, but there were also grenades thrown back outside.

Explosions rang out incessantly, and all the grenades on both sides suffered heavy casualties.

"Withdraw! Withdrawn. Zu Dashou shouted helplessly, now there are only more than a hundred people, and he can't fight.

In just a few moments, seven or eight people were reimbursed.

Everyone retreated to the second wall, ready to put up a final stand. The Mongols did not shell this time, and it is estimated that their shells were almost used. Otherwise, at this time, the concentrated mortar shells will be fired with 100 shells, and the Mongols will be able to come and clean up the mess.

I can only hold a gun with one arm, and my left shoulder hurts so badly that it is estimated that shrapnel has injured my bones. His military staff and guards were all killed.

The idiot introduced by Wu Xiang jumped into the crowd of Mongolian soldiers with a bag of explosives. Before he died, he was still roaring: "Lao Tzu is not a bad seed." ”

Damn, it's not a bad breed. Anyway, you left the box cannon behind!

How could there be a bad seed under his own hands, Zu Dashou smiled.

The Mongols crossed the wall, and without being greeted by Zu Dashou, their rifles crackled. The Mongols, who had just crossed the first wall, were knocked to the ground by bullets before they could shoot.

There were even some Mongols, who didn't even have rifles, but rushed into them bare-chested with swords.

That's where you come to die!

This kind of thing is not a casual thing, because if you play with it, you will lose your life.

The short distance of 100 meters is exactly the ideal shooting distance for a rifle. Zhao Baoshun held the Aka rifle he picked up in his hand, and he didn't dare to fire a burst, and shot one shot at a time.

This guy is extremely accurate in marksmanship, almost killing a Mongol with a single bullet. He himself was able to hold a gap almost ten meters wide!

There was a flash of fire in the distance, and Zhao Baoshun lay on the ground with a scream, blood gushing out of his face.

"Dead!" Zu Dashou came over and killed the Mongolian soldier who was good at marksmanship with a point shot.

Two women ran over and wanted to carry Zhao Baoshun down. Unexpectedly, he was pushed away by Zhao Baoshun.

I didn't know what to say about Ulu Ulu in my mouth, and one side of my cheek was cut open by a bullet, revealing the big yellow teeth inside. It only takes two more inches for that bullet to knock his head to pieces.

The Mongols rushed in regardless of life and death, and as soon as someone landed, he lay on the ground with his feet held and screamed.

It was a small pressure thunderbolt, which was really not very powerful, but it was enough to take out half the soles of the feet. If you step on this thing, it will be difficult for you to walk like you used to in the future.

Soon, the path of the charge was filled with dead and screaming people.

Some of the Mongols were so ruthless that half of their feet were blown off, and they were still lying on the ground and shooting.

Perhaps because the Mongols had this talent, their marksmanship was generally accurate. The peasant soldiers in the settlement shot at them, and they faintly suffered a little.

It was only five or six minutes, and four people fell beside Zu Dashou. All of them were shot in the head, and they couldn't be saved if they tried to save them.

"Mortars, take those bastards out." There were only about 100 mortar shells left, and no one dared to fire another shot without the order of Zu Dashou.

At a distance of 100 meters, the mortars hit with constant accuracy. Basically, it's about hitting where to fight!

Pillars of smoke rose into the air, and the Mongol soldiers who were lying on the ground shooting were overturned or blown up by the shells.

However, more Mongol soldiers began to lie on the first wall and shoot at the Ming army.

Bullets flew rampantly in a space of 100 meters, and the walls of the fence were smashed to pieces. Inside the settlement, many women also walked up to the fence with guns.

Although the marksmanship is amazingly bad, at this time, one more gun is one.

It was slowly getting dark, and Zu Dashou felt that it was a miracle that he had survived until now. Not really! There are still ten hours until dawn, and if you can't hold on, you will definitely die without a place to bury.

But ten hours, how can it be so easy to survive. I see that the inside of this wall is about to run out of ammunition and food!

There were only about sixty people who could stand, and more than a dozen women were guarding the wall with guns. The children dragged the ammunition to the edge of the fence, their little faces flushed with exhaustion, but none of them cried.

They are all good boys, and it is still unknown whether they may not be able to see the sun tomorrow.

"Hold on for another ten hours, and in ten hours we'll be able to leave in the airship." Zu Dashou shouted loudly, continuing to cheer up the living.

It was getting dark, and the Mongol offensive seemed to be much weaker. Except for the constant cold guns on the wall, the Mongols had no intention of continuing the attack.

"Lord Wang! We've lost more than 2,000 people in battle, and it's probably not worth the casualties for such a small settlement. Talihutai looked at the burning settlement in the distance, and said to Lobzang Tenzin with some embarrassment.

"More than 2,000 people died, and if they gave up, the more than 2,000 brothers would not have died in vain. I saw the blew up rapid-fire cannon, which is a guy that only airships have.

I'm sure there was an airship that landed in that yard because of a sandstorm. There will definitely be big shots who will follow that airship and fall inside.

If we withdraw now, it will be a failure. Lord Wang, there aren't many of them left. As long as you continue to attack, you can take it down. "Beregutei is not happy, nine out of ten of the people killed in the attack today are his men, according to the rules, he can enter the settlement first. Now stop attacking, the men are not dead in vain.

Lobzang Tenzin is also hesitating, having already paid the price of more than two thousand people for this settlement. Although he has hundreds of thousands of people under his command, he doesn't care about more than 2,000 people.

But for such a settlement, the price paid is too high.

It's just a pity that now all the mortar shells are used up. Otherwise, a mortar barrage will do the trick.

"Lord Wang, as long as it is dawn, the airship of the Ming army will come. If we get entangled in their airship, we will have to pay an even higher price. Now, the migration of our people to Russia is the most important thing. Tari Kutai looked at Lobzang Tenzin anxiously.

"Lord Wang, there will be an airship coming at dawn, and I will be able to capture that courtyard tonight. Besides, the weather has been unstable recently, and there are often sandstorms infested, and the Ming people dare not send airships at will. Otherwise, the one that landed in the settlement is a good example. Beregutai shouted loudly.

"Don't lose a big deal because of a small thing!"

"You old ......!"

"Uh-huh......!" Lobzang Tenzin stretched out his hand and stopped the two from continuing to argue.

Now he is like a gambler on the gambling table, and he has pressed more than 2,000 lives, and if he stops at this time, he will lose all his money.

But the old guy in Talihutai is right, and now the migration of the whole clan is the most important.

The Ming army's airship is like a sharp sword hanging in the sky, if you don't move north quickly and be caught up by the airship, you won't even have the slightest room to resist. I can only stand up and be beaten!

At that point, the losses will be great.

After thinking about it, Lobzang Tenzin had an idea.

"Beregutai, I'll give you another 5,000 guns. We must take down this courtyard, that big man wants to see people alive and die to see corpses. Can you do it? Lobzang Tenzin asked with a gloomy face.

"Lord, I swear to Tengger. If I can't take this place, I'll bury it here. ”

"Good! Tali Hutai, let's continue with our troops. We can't delay any longer, and after we finish here in Beregutai, we will continue to chase us. "Lobzang Tenzin didn't want to lose his capital, but he didn't want to delay his people from continuing to migrate.

It is necessary to rush to Tashkent as soon as possible, and only after replenishing there can it reach Russia unimpeded. Leaving 5,000 people will not only get the capital back. It can also attract the attention of the Ming people and let the Ming army pounce on Beregutai.

"Good! Lord, I immediately urged the clansmen to continue on the road. Tali Hutai agreed, and hurried out to continue his journey with his people.

With the words of Lobzang Tenzin, Beregutai was not busy attacking. It was only the gunners who were placed above the first wall, and from time to time released cold guns to shoot at the Ming army.

Beregutai was very confident in the marksmanship of his men, and at the same time, he also knew that the Ming army inside the wall was already at the end of its strength. As long as it takes one night of consumption, tomorrow morning in the face of those Ming troops who have run out of ammunition and food, just a charge will solve the problem.

Zu Dashou knew that he was a rat in a cage and couldn't escape. The only hope now is the airship tomorrow morning. Hopefully, before then, the Mongols will not attack again.

A lot of people were removed from the wall, and at this time, to let a woman who had not experienced the battle array go up was to send her to death. The Mongols were very accurate in their marksmanship, and at a distance of 100 meters, they could accurately shoot through their heads by the hazy moonlight.

"Division commander, what are the Mongols waiting for?" The other mouth on Zhao Baoshun's cheeks has been sewn up, and it seems that it was done by a woman with very good skills, and the stitches are very fine.

"They don't want to pay a higher price, they consume a night tonight, and give us a fatal blow at dawn tomorrow. I hope the airship arrives before dawn, or we'll all have to finish the game. Zu Dashou took out two cigars from his pocket and threw one to Zhao Baoshun.