Chapter 183 Bloody Battle

It was at this moment that Zhu Youzhen stood in front of Wuying Palace, listening to the heavy impact sound of the palace doors being closed.

But he felt something, and he set his sights on the north with all his might.

It's a pity that the Wuying Hall is still too low, and he can only see the tall eaves of the noon gate and the snowflakes falling in the sky.

"Your Majesty, I'm back in the palace." Only Wang Chengen dared to step forward and whispered beside him.

Zhu Youzhen stretched out his hand, feeling the coldness of the snowflakes falling into his palm.

"Inform the palace guards, the military department, and the cabinet."

"Whenever there is a war report of Datong, Liaodong and Korea, report it to me at the first moment. I'm asleep, and you're going to wake me up. ”

At this time, the Naturalization City, which entered the night earlier, was clear and transparent.

In the dark night, Fang Yuling entered the city with five hundred men and horses. Behind him, the Jianzhou people lit a huge bonfire, which almost stained half of the sky on the northern side.

"Go to sleep."

Sun Chuanting glanced at Fang Yuling, who hurriedly climbed the city wall. From the moment these five hundred people appeared on the horizon, he was visibly relieved, and the whole person also became relaxed. Now, it's time to execute the Confucian style.

Fang Yuling didn't talk nonsense, just placed these five hundred people in various parts of the city wall according to the original plan. Then, like every soldier, wrapped in a blanket, he lay down on the leeward side of the city wall, and in less than five hours there were countless snorts.

Sun Chuanting clearly knows that every war is actually a war of will.

If this one is won, then the next war will be much easier to fight.

Now, neither the Ming nor the Mongols in the naturalized city have the fundamental belief in co-existence with the city. However, as long as this city is stained with the blood of the Ming people, he will completely belong to the Ming Dynasty.

It's like a blood sacrifice for this new city, and the enemy on the other side is the one who wields it.

As the sun had just risen, from the high lookout, a scout galloped down and beat the snare drum that signaled the beginning of the enemy's attack.

At the head of the attacking team, sure enough, was a group of Mongols.

Rows of Mongols were at the head of the line, with a variety of weapons in their hands, more like a group of warriors who volunteered to fight, rather than cattle and sheep tied hand and foot and sent into the tiger's mouth.

"Let the Mongols of our army come to the front." Sun Chuanting told the herald.

At this time, this is what it looks like. Everyone has to show their position. Needless to say, Sun Chuanting and Fang Yuling have every bone and hair they have belonged to the Ming Dynasty. But at this time, the Mongols in the city were different, and what Sun Chuanting needed at this time was their actions and performance.

This will also determine their future location and role in the City of Naturalization.

There was no need for peace talks, so Sun Chuanting was not polite to the envoy of the Jianzhou people at all.

When the messenger rode to what he thought was safe, and just shouted at the top of his voice: "Surrender quickly, or the city will be slaughtered for three days," a dozen bomb trucks threw the flaming explosives bags at different angles.

After a dozen explosions, when the north wind blew away the smoke, the envoy of Jianzhou and his horses were long gone, leaving only a huge pothole in the ground.

The Mongols, who could see the battle in the first few rows, froze and stood in place. However, the Mongols in the back continued to advance under the urging of the Jianzhou people, and the original overall team was congested and pushed.

The people of Jianzhou did not appear at the front of the battle array, they skillfully rode horses, shuttled back and forth at a distance of a stone's throw from the Naturalization City, and shot the bows and arrows in their hands towards the Naturalization City. These bows and arrows were fired in ringing arrows, and with a piercing whistling sound, they landed in the most heavily defended parts of the Naturalization City. The Mongol team in front of them adjusted their position along the landing position of the Ming Di.

"We're going to spend the night in the city when it's dark." Bakr rode and stood under his wolf's fangs, still wielding a mace that had been stained black with blood. The heavy mace was in his hand, like a normal person wielding a light branch.

"I heard that the man is very good at ironmaking, and when he enters the city, remember to leave a good blacksmith."

Even though they had long been accustomed to life in the wild, these two months of camping in the wilderness made him look more like a wild man. Hongtong's eyes are full of desires that cannot be concealed for the city and for food.

Now that the sun had just risen, and it was a full six hours before dark, he felt that he had counted himself well.

Bo Bojun next to him was even more blind. Originally, he was still dressed as a Coats, but the wild wind and snow in the grassland taught him a good lesson. Now he wraps leather jackets of different colors and materials around his body, more like a beggar wearing a hundred clothes.

The explosion just now shocked his heart, and the news came from every place that this was a city occupied by the Mongolian poor tribe Duoyan. But what about the big Sunzi flag on the city wall and the dragon flag with teeth and claws? Did the Ming people come out of the Great Wall from the north of Datong and have already defeated the Duoyan tribe and captured the city?

But his scouts had just discovered that they were chasing the army all the way, wasn't it the Mongol army? The Ming people have good firearms, when is it so good to ride a horse?

He hesitated, but did not voice his suspicions.

Along the way, he and Bakker have had many contradictions.

For the sake of the more than 3,000 Mongol servant troops in front of him, he had directly interrupted Bakr's massacre of the Mongol tribes several times. He even did not hesitate to use the warrant he obtained from the banner owner Daishan.

He clearly realized that the current Bakker was an artillery battle that had blocked the exit. If you don't pay attention, you will be blown to pieces. What's more, even if he was crushed, even if he admired him the most, he would not have the slightest way to hold Bakr accountable.

In the military formation, even Nurhachi was also killed by artillery, and a handful of people died, is there anything strange?

It is better that Bakr can also die at the moment when the city is broken.

"This small unformed city, a small tribe of Duoyan, there will be obstacles to your progress. A few days ago, the reason why I blocked the attack of those small tribes was simply to hope that you would use your strength on the Duoyan tribe and this rare city in the grassland. ”

"Hahaha......"

Seeing Bo Bo Jun say soft words, Buckle became even more proud.

"It takes a warm knife to kill a sheep, and you'll never understand."

"For wolves, the food in front of us is the best food, and we never think about what tomorrow's food will be. Instead of eating the food in front of you, you take a detour and try to find a better delicacy. ”

"I'll tell you, that's the decision only the most unqualified wolf king will make."

Speaking is talking, but Bakr is actually waiting for time.

"You're right." He pointed his mace at the city of Naturalization.

"Just like now, when we are faced with so many lambs, we can't just rush up and take a bite. We have to tighten the bowstrings in their hands, and then wait until they can't stand it anymore and relax, and then it's time for our warriors to pounce. ”

The Mongols besieging the city sat on the ground in a column, as if forgotten by both sides of the battlefield.

Seeing that it was almost noon, a long and dull horn sounded from the Jianzhou people's army array.

The Mongol foot soldiers, who had been sitting on the ground, stood up and began to advance. The people of Jianzhou also began to urge their horses to move forward slowly.

The small red flag that launched the attack was in Fang Yuling's hand, and he just looked intently at the boundary markers that had already been set up outside the city wall. As soon as the last row of foot soldiers passed the marker, that was when he gave the first command.

Sun Chuanting had already handed over the command of the first stage of the battlefield to Fang Yuling, and he was also nervously following the development of the situation. But unlike Fang Yuling, he paid more attention to the performance of those Mongolian women and children in the city.

Bao Enya had already arrived in the urn city with Sun Yousu.

Bao Enya led the transport team, where trebuchets and arrows were piled up. Behind Sun Yousu were nearly a hundred Mongolian nurses who were also dressed in sackcloth like her. What Sun Yousu didn't know was that Sun Chuanting quietly divided twelve of the guards around him to her.

The rest of the women and children had taken refuge in the stone houses of the city, and the streets were empty, and there was no one left.

"In war, if there is an abnormality in the city, you must act quickly and mercilessly." Sun Chuanting said to the Jinyi Guard Guards beside him.

It was the first time for Fang Yuling to face such a large-scale war, and his hand holding the little red flag was full of sweat, and the sweat even flowed into his eyes.

He rubbed his eyes, only to realize that the Mongol infantry had all crossed the mark.

"All of them!"

The red flag in his hand was raised, and the red flag was also raised, and the password was also passed out loudly and synchronously.

"Goal 1"

"Rate of Fire Four"

"Six shots!"

As the small red flags were firmly fallen.

"Whoa......

Like the sound of a broom sweeping across the stone floor.

A black shadow composed of crossbow arrows rose from behind Fang Yuling, and then quickly climbed into the blue winter sky. When they reached the set highest point, they made a simultaneous U-turn with a brush, and under the acceleration of gravity, they fell towards the dense Mongols.

In fact, in the early days of firearms, the performance of crossbow arrows did not disappoint.

They carried the kinetic energy converted from the huge potential energy, and under the stability of the tail, launched the first wave of attacks from the top.

If you observe from mid-air, these arrows rain are like spirits, they can always find the weakest point in the dense shield array, and then keep intensifying the attack from this point, knowing that the collapse of each point is transformed into the collapse of the surface.

What's more, whether it is the Mongols or the Jianzhou, these nomads are better at attacking than defending.

As soon as the rain of arrows stopped, the cavalry of the Jianzhou people had already accelerated to the fastest speed and pounced.

They were a little more fanatical than the silent Mongols. Many of the soldiers were shirtless, but they wore a piece of leather armor that covered their hearts and backs.

Unlike the siege of the Ming Dynasty, countless siege equipment will be used. They just simply disposed of the thick trunk and nailed a short pole at the bottom, and it became a short-horned ladder unique to Jianzhou.

These cavalrymen, carrying short-horned ladders in their hands, lined up in a denser formation, and rushed towards the city of Guihua with a shout.

Fang Yuling changed to a green flag.

"Trebuchet, stone projectiles, target two, launch!"

In an instant, hundreds of human head-sized stones were thrown into the sky by trebuchets.

It's not the light, even a little elegant, sound of a crossbow bolt. The trebuchet's voice was a little rougher.

"Bang!" It was a loud vibrating sound that came from releasing the message.

"Woo~~" That's the sound of stones flying in the sky.

Huge stones fell from the sky, and to be honest, there was no solution when the attackers did not invent something like a tank. Especially when the cavalry of the Jianzhou people was ready to throw the one-horned ladder under the city wall and then ride their horses back according to their previous experience. Only to find out that under the city wall was a circle of barbed wire entwined with barbs.

Some people didn't even look at it, but threw it out, quickly turning the horse's head. While some people are still hesitating, the stones fired by the trebuchets have already fallen.

A horse that had just crossed the pit disappeared in an instant, and like the cavalry on its back, it turned into a dance of blood floating in the air. The four horses' hooves still supported the two legs of the cavalry, and after a few steps forward by inertia, they fell heavily to the ground. And the cavalry who crossed the deep pit behind, the hooves of the horses that landed directly stepped on the belly of the horses that had fallen to the ground, and they could no longer stand unsteadily, so they knelt down directly and threw the cavalry on their backs.

The fallen cavalryman did not have time to get up, and was smashed under him by a dead horse.

If the rain of crossbow arrows was just an appetizer, then this rough, exploding rain of stones finally made the Mongols on the battlefield feel a deeper fear than the Jianzhou people.

No one dared to move forward, and everyone began to scatter in all directions with a shout.

Before they could retreat beyond the distance covered by the trebuchet, the scattered Mongols ran directly into the Jianzhou cavalry galloping back and forth, and they brandished maces and rode directly past the Mongols.

"Attack, don't turn back! Offensive ......"

This time, the Jianzhou people were like driving sheep, and drove these Mongols back. The Mongols scurried around the battlefield like headless flies, and the trebuchets of the city of Naturalization threw stones at their own pace at the most populous areas. The Jianzhou people divided into small groups and drove the Mongols back from all directions.

And the Mongols, who had no hope of escaping, had to cheer each other up.

"Run to the walls, run to the walls. When you get to the bottom of the walls, you can't get the stones. ”

The desperate Mongols screamed and rushed towards the walls of the city of Guihua in waves, determined to die.

Only then did the Jianzhou people of the rear team gallop into the effective distance of archery, and they also began to shoot bursts of feather arrows at the city wall.

Because of the barbed wire, the people of Jianzhou were never able to get close to the city wall. Even if they pointed at the Mongols with knives, but neither with knives or with spears. The entangled barbed wire is like a giant python, blocking the progress of the siege.

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The first savage Jianzhou cavalry lost patience and slashed off the heads of the Mongols under the barbed wire before they were about to retreat, and the corpses gushing blood lay on the barbed wire.

He reined in his horse and left, but he didn't expect it to fall into the eyes of Niu Lu, who supervised the war.

"Use the Mongols as a board, and the Mongols as a board." In an instant, he learned even more brutal methods on the brutal battlefield.

But what about the Mongols, who are also flesh and blood, willing to be thrown over the barbed wire fence as a human pedal?

So, another skirmish began under the walls. At this time, the Mongols had truly become the consumables of the Jianzhou people. The Jianzhou people on horseback didn't look at it, and knocked down on the head of the Mongolian crowd holding the head of the mouse. Then, with his feet attached, he threw the badly wounded Mongol over the barbed wire.

More and more seriously wounded, dead Mongols were piled up, and the Jianzhou people were getting closer and closer to the city walls.

By this time, both the crossbow bolts and trebuchets on the walls had stopped, and they had turned into accurate shots of bows and rifles. The Jianzhou cavalry did not dare to stay in one place for too long, they accelerated their charge, went under the city walls and struck the Mongols with maces, then threw the seriously wounded Mongols to the barbed wire, quickly left at Lema, and returned to the battlefield again in a huge circle.

Sun Chuanting didn't move, he sat quietly on top of the arrow stack, four or five large shields blocked in front of him. It is full of wolf tooth arrows of the Jianzhou people. It wasn't that the locust pumped the cold, and it smashed up with a bang.

"Let those Mongol leaders come up to the walls and put armor on them!" Seeing the Mongols being slaughtered under the city walls, Sun Chuanting said to the heralds.

In a short time, the leaders of more than sixty Inner Mongolians in the city came to the city wall wearing ill-fitting armor. While they were hesitating, the moans of the compatriots under the city wall on the iron net, the wailing of checkmate and death, shattered their hearts at once, and the hatred for the people of Jianzhou began to burn.

The Jianzhou people did not breathe, and their attacks continued. Soon, the battle for the defense of the Naturalized City reached a fever pitch.

The Mongols, who had lost their minds and were forced by death, began to brave arrows and bullets, stepping on the corpses and bodies of their own people and climbing the barbed wire. Firmly erect the short corner staircase under the ice wall. Then a group of more than a dozen people hugged it to prevent it from toppling.

The Jianzhou cavalry jumped directly down from the horseback, climbed the short-horned staircase in two or three steps, held the mace in his hand, bit the short knife in his mouth, and began to climb upward.

The Mongols, who had no weapons on the city walls, also began to smash down with all their might, holding stones, under the stimulus of the Jianzhou people and under the leadership of Bao Enya. From this moment on, they became the masters of the city of naturalization, and no longer a Mongol tribe in the steppe.

More efficient than stones are lime canisters and grenades.

According to Sun Chuanting's request, the grenade only occasionally exploded when he couldn't defend it. But the lime tank with a large amount and sufficient amount is different, it explodes directly on the heads of the Jianzhou people, and the lime powder that floats out scatters and directly drills into the eyes and mouths of the Jianzhou people who are looking up. Then the men let out an inhuman howl, let go, and fell straight down.

"Surrender, or the city will be slaughtered for three days."

This is the earliest slogan of the Jianzhou people. As the battle became more and more intense, all you could hear was "Slaughter the city!" Slaughter the city! Two words.

There were still too few people defending the city, and although there was no shortage of tools and weapons on the wide contact surface, the shortcomings of the too few defenders of the Naturalized City were exposed.

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