Of course, the seven thousand Jurchens didn't know that the more than 10,000 Ming troops who were traveling with them had already quickly set traps behind them......

Black pine forest.

This is Black Mountain, north of Bayan County.

"Ambassador, that's Xiyangha's stockade over there."

In the night, Polo pointed to the lights in the distance.

Because the whole earth is covered with snow, even if there is only a waning moon in the sky, in fact, the surroundings can be seen very clearly, as for Yang Feng's laser pointer, it is even clearer, this thing is used as a professional equipment to guide air strikes, integrating night vision, telescope, ranging and laser indication and other functions.

"Erli."

Yang Feng said.

It's actually a dirt city.

Along the way, there are actually many such small earthen cities along the way.

After all, no matter Bohai Liaojin, this area has been developed to a certain extent, and the beginning of the Jin Kingdom is not far from here.

So there are actually a lot of old states and counties.

In the past few hundred years, this land has actually been a process of civilization degradation, and when the Jurchens rose, Aguta could also smelt iron, and it was also an important supplier of iron to the nearby Khitan, but now there is no iron smelting, so later the ministers of the Ming Dynasty ridiculed these Hulu for not having the trade of the Ming Dynasty, and they did not even have an iron pot for eating. Most of these large and small earthen cities have collapsed into wreckage after hundreds of years of wind and rain, but they can still show how prosperous this wild land was in the past, and for these fishermen and hunters who are now less civilized, these things that are like the remnants of the previous civilization are their shelter in winter.

Then they patched it with wood, and it became a real fortress.

It's a great place to be in the winter.

Typhoon shelter.

Avoid wild beasts.

Then stock up on enough firewood, food, and the cat will not be a problem for a winter.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Feng looked at those Jurchens.

"What are you still looking at, rush!"

He said.

The Jurchens looked at each other.

"Ambassador, why don't we calculate how to attack the city?"

Polo said cautiously.

"What does it take to siege the city? Attacking the city requires three steps, charge, open the city gate, go in to burn, kill and loot, such a simple thing still use a total? Warriors of the Jurchens, listen to my commands, draw your swords, and take up your spears.

Rush with me! ”

Yang Feng pointed the rifle in his hand, and then urged his chariot in the wilderness, and then aimed with a rifle on the chariot with great momentum......

"Don't!"

Zhang Fu shouted anxiously.

But it's a pity that he was a step too late, and at the same time Yang Feng pulled the trigger.

"Tong!"

A grenade flew out in an instant.

But because the distance was too far, it only flew a maximum of a third of the distance, and it exploded on the snow.

Zhang Fu slapped his thigh helplessly.

But those Jurchens were different, they also let out a crazy howl at the same time as the explosion sounded, like a group of zombies following Yang Feng's chariot, and slammed into the castle in front of them fiercely. At this time, even if the city is careless, it will know that the horn sound there will be followed by the sound of horns, and then there will be continuous horn sounds, but in the end it is only more than a thousand meters, and it will not take long for the cavalry. In the sound of the horn in the city, Yang Feng still quickly arrived at the city gate, he stopped two hundred meters away, aimed at the city gate and fired a grenade again, looking at the fire that exploded there, the Jurchen cavalry did not stop at all, and rushed directly from both sides of him.

The front one reached the city gate in a blink of an eye.

And then......

Dumbfounded.

The gates didn't blow open!

"Ambassador, why hasn't this door been opened?"

He turned his head anxiously and yelled.

The next moment, behind the wood of the city wall, a figure leaned out and shot an arrow without hesitation.

He turned his head in amazement, looked at the arrow in his chest, and then fell off his horse.

The Jurchen cavalry who did not know the truth flocked behind.

"Get out of the way, Dutama get out of the way, you're blocking my shot!"

Yang Feng roared anxiously in the back.

In this mess, who can hear what he's howling? More than 7,000 cavalry rushed forward without even a command, especially at night, the chaos was like a dog farm with open cages and food, but in front of them was a castle, even if it was a wooden wall. The side-by-side logs and the rammed earth below blocked them like an insurmountable moat, and the cavalry behind didn't know what was happening, and they were screaming and squeezing forward, and those in front couldn't turn back.

The smart ones quickly dismounted and prepared to climb.

But by this time, more Vultures had appeared on the walls and fired arrows at them.

This is a real fishing and hunting nation.

It can be said that those who can survive to adulthood are basically marksmen, and those who are not marksmen have starved to death because they can't shoot enough prey.

After this brutal natural selection, the bow and arrow became almost a part of their body.

And it's condescending.

And there are many targets, all of which are like schools of salmon swimming upstream.

That's just a shot in the air.

"You are not allowed to retreat, and there is no forgiveness for escaping and killing!"

On the chariot behind, Yang Feng held a rifle and roared like a reactionary in an old movie.

In front of him were several Jurchens who had already woken up, and they were turning around and trying to escape, but the rifle bullet in Yang Feng's hand immediately shot out, and those Jurchens fell down in the gunshot, still looking at him blankly, and the other Jurchens who also wanted to run away also looked at him in amazement......

"Rush forward, or you will be killed!"

Yang Feng shouted.

Then he shot and killed a group of fleeing people.

His rifle covers a wide area, and he basically can't escape within 500 meters to the left and right.

The effect of overseeing the battle is excellent.

The Jurchen cavalry turned around in grief and continued to crowd forward.

However, the Jurchens who dismounted in front of them were already trying to climb upward, rushing under the wooden city wall with their shields on their heads, and then grasping wherever they could, and attacking upwards with all their might. Later, more Jurchens dismounted and attacked in the same way, while many more used horses as a shield and shot at the vultures on the city walls with bows and arrows.

In this way, the two sides engaged in a real bloody battle, and the dead bodies of the Jurchens continued to pile up under the wall.

The vultures on the walls of the city also kept falling.

"Yes, continue to attack, Jurchen warriors, open the stockade, everything is yours!"

Yang Feng yelled from behind.

Then he also kept shooting the Jurchens who tried to escape.

The latter had a fortified city in front of him and a bullet in the back, so he could only continue to attack with grief and indignation.

However, at this moment, the whistling of cannonballs suddenly sounded.

Yang Feng turned his head in astonishment, looking at a mound not far behind, where camels were already lying down, a gate Franco machine sprayed flames, and powerful cannonballs instantly swept over the heads of the Jurchen cavalry and hit the city gate, and the continuous blow soon shattered the city gate. The Jurchens, who were still struggling to support themselves at the front, immediately burst into a roar of excitement, and immediately crashed into the gate that had blocked them so far, and the gate that had long been destroyed by the cannonballs turned into a pile of broken wood in their impact. The Jurchen soldiers rushed into the city howling on broken wood, and the vultures inside the city gates, who had been preparing to stop the attack, looked in horror at the fiery muzzles of the mounds, and the shells instantly splattered blood and flesh in their midst.

Then the Jurchens stepped on the corpses of the vultures and began their slaughter in the city.

"It's not enough to put up a shaft!"

Yang Feng said angrily.

But then he changed his face......

"Jurchen warriors, kill!"

The rifle in his hand was pointed at the city wall, and there was a shuttle.

Grenades were then loaded and hit on the walls.

Looking at the fallen vultures in the flames of the explosion, the Jurchen cavalry became even more excited.

They howled and urged their horses to rush into the castle of the Vultures.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

Zhang Fu angrily walked up to Yang Feng and asked.

"Pay attention to your attitude, you're just a deputy."

Yang Feng said.

"You want them to die?"

Zhang Fu said in a low voice.

"Please don't slander my reputation, I'm just encouraging them to sacrifice their lives for the country, this is a great feat, we will remember the sacrifices they made for the Ming Dynasty, and we will build a monument for them here to commemorate them.

Cheng is both brave and martial, and he is strong and invincible.

The body is dead, the god is the spirit, and the soul of the child is the ghost!

Great! ”

Yang Feng looked at the Jurchen warriors who were still pouring into the castle and chanted poetry exaggeratedly.

And a bloody battle has been launched in the city, and the sudden attack has left the desperate vultures with only one way to fight to the end, after all, there are vast mountains behind them, and even if they hide in this season, it is a dead end. After all, these vultures also grew up in the cold of minus 30 degrees, fighting and killing beasts for generations, and their combat power is definitely enough.

They must actually have thousands of young and strong people combined, although they are not as good as the Jurchens who rushed into the city, but the Jurchens did not pour in all at once.

So they are not without the strength to fight.

The roars of the city, the screams, and even the cries of women resounded in the night sky.

Yang Feng sat down on the chariot at this time.

"In fact, this area can also be turned into fertile fields."

He said.

"What can be planted here, you can't harvest much if you open the original farming."

Zhang Fu said speechlessly.

"Soybeans and sorghum, we still had a song to sing here, my home, on the Songhua River, there are countless soybean sorghum, the big river we used to go before was the Songhua River, or those Jurchen Songwa Liwula. We call this area the North Okura, the largest granary in the country, and under the snow under our feet is the black soil, the best land where the oil flows.

It's just that because of the cold climate, it can't be double-cropped a year like Jiangnan.

But even one season is enough.

As for rice, it can actually be planted if it is done well.

It is said that during the Tang Dynasty, the Bohai Kingdom planted rice in the east.

I just want to tell you that if this is a bitter cold place, you can't farm, you can do it the right way, not only can you farm, but also can become a granary that is not inferior to the south of the Yangtze River.

And even if it's not just here, it's likely that your Emperor will do what I said, and go beyond the Eastern Ocean to find a few new crops that are more suitable for this place, and then even if we continue north, even as far as Nurgan City, we can farm.

But ......"

Yang Feng then pointed ahead.

"You don't want to be guarded by a group of people who want to steal your food, do you?"

He said.