Chapter 439: Fierce Battle!
"Yes."
Zhang Jin clenched his fists again, tightened the reins of the horse, and galloped forward. yelled, "Sons. Raise soldiers for a thousand days and use them for a while. ”
"Take your courage and risk your lives. For Beishan Fort, for Wu Gong. Capture this river city! ”
"Kill !!!"
Zhang Jin exerted all his strength and roared angrily.
The word killing drags on with a long tail note, high-pitched and long.
"Kill !!!"
The soldiers raised their weapons with all their might, and roared angrily. The voice soared into the sky, and the wind and clouds changed color for a while.
"Knock knock!" A strong drummer struggled to swing the drum hammer, and the leather drum vibrate.
"Click, click!!"
The soldiers of the first team pushed heavy siege equipment such as ladder trucks, well carts, and wooden curtain carts. The wheels crushed over the fertile fields full of rice stubble, and slowly walked towards the sturdy and tall city walls of Jiang County.
The soldiers who hid behind the car encouraged each other.
"Brothers. The Captain was right. Raise soldiers for a thousand days and use them for a while. We were protected by the generals, and we survived at the hands of the Mengyuan people, and we lived a peaceful life. The North Hill Fort not only protects us, but the officials are also incorruptible. For us, for our families. It's time to ditch your head and shed your blood. ”
As a small flag officer followed the wooden mantle cart, he looked at the brothers beside him and said loudly from the bottom of his heart.
"That's right. Even if not for the present, for the future. Expelled the Tartars and recovered Liaodong. Children and grandchildren do not need to be humiliated by the people of Mengyuan. ”
Another small flag officer also shouted hard.
The morale of the soldiers in Beishan Fort was originally extremely high. Under the leadership of these officers, morale became more and more high.
One by one, the iron-beaten men, with a pair of unyielding eyes, looked up in the direction of Jiangcheng, as if they wanted to bite it and tear him apart.
For the general, for Beishan Fort, for Yanhan.
Be sure to break through Jiangcheng.
This is the first step to recover Liaodong and expel the Tartars.
"Kill !!!!!!!!!!"
On the castle. Zhang Bu held a spear in his hand, crossed his back, and shouted, "Brothers. I have already sent someone to inform Jin Wanhu. Hold it for ten days, only ten days. Jin Wanhu will lead reinforcements back. ”
"When the time comes, everyone will be rewarded. If you want money, you want food, you want food, you want women to have women. ”
"I'm half-open, Zhang-cloth. In the name of our ancestors, we will never break our word. ”
"Kill !!!"
Zhang Bu is brave and talented, and he knows that in the troubled times, he has the power to have soldiers in his hands, and he treats soldiers on weekdays like ancient famous generals, and he is kind and gracious.
Eat people with a short mouth, and take people softly.
At this time, it was not an ambush, but under the protection of the city walls. The soldiers of the Han people and thousands of households were also enthusiastic for a while, and they roared and killed. To live and die with General Zhang.
Needless to say, the Mengyuan soldiers have never weakened their will to fight.
The main generals on both sides are not idle people.
Zhang Bu sits in the city, but he is also momentarily imposing.
Time passes slowly.
The well cart was pushed by the soldiers and came to a suitable distance. The archers on the well carts shot arrows at the city wall.
"Whoosh !!!"
The arrows were like lightning bolts, and they shot at the soldiers of Zhang Bu on the city wall. But Zhang Bujun's counterattack was ten times stronger than them.
The well cart is only a foothold, and there are not many archers above. The archers of the defenders on the city wall were densely packed.
"Ahhh!!h
An archer of Wu Nianjun, who was shot by multiple arrows and became a hedgehog, fell from the well cart screaming, and after struggling for a while, he died of exhaustion.
When an archer died, an archer made amends.
"!!"
The wooden curtain carts, ladder carts, etc., continued to move forward, covering the advance of a large number of soldiers.
"Knock Knock Knock !!!" The wooden cart with a huge shield successfully blocked the arrows in the city, and for a time the sound was endless.
"Don't shoot their wooden curtain carts. Wait for their soldiers to come out and shoot them. Zhang Bu saw that his own person was inexperienced, and couldn't help but shout.
The archers of Zhang Bujun in the city suddenly calmed down, or carefully watched the situation under the city, or shot at Wu Nianjun on the well car.
Soon.
The ladder siege vehicle came to the bottom of the city, and immediately a soldier manipulated the mechanism, so that the ladder was slowly erected on the city wall.
"Rolling oil !!!" An officer of Zhang Bujun shouted.
"Puff !!" A few Zhang Bujun's wrestlers picked up the big iron pot and poured the boiling oil in the iron pot.
"Ahhh!!h
Wu Nian's soldiers, who were hiding behind the ladder car, suffered a great disaster. For a while, the screams were endless. Heavy armor can protect against arrows, but it can't protect against the hot oil.
"Don't scratch it with your hands, the skin will fester. Turn your pain into courage. Rush up. After conquering the city, apply the wound with lard. When he died, he sacrificed his life for the general. No regrets. ”
Wu Nianjun Xiaoqi, whose hands were burned, shouted, jumped on the ladder car with all his might, and climbed the ladder with both hands and feet.
"Bump".
A large rock fell and hit him in the head. Without saying a word, he tumbled and fell down the ladder, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
"Lady Lee!!" The soldiers under his command exclaimed in surprise, and then their eyes were blood-red. One of the men stood up and said, "People are dead. Above!!! ”
A famous Wu Nianjun man, a subordinate of Zhang Jin, risked death to climb the city wall, like a moth to a fire, knowing that he would die, but he also had no regrets.
Kill!!!!!!!!!
The mantle cart also came to a steady stop. Some shield-bearers spread out from both sides of the cart and set up a long line of cover.
The archers quickly dispersed, hid behind their shields, sat on the ground, and then pulled out the arrows in their quivers and took a deep breath.
"Fuck the Mengyuan people!!!" An archer of Wu Nianjun in his twenties spit out a mouthful of old phlegm, scolded, and then gritted his teeth and stood up.
The moment he popped up, he let go of the bowstring in his hand.
With a "bang", the bowstring shook, and black arrows flew towards the city. When he was done, he didn't look at it, but sat down on the ground again, hiding himself behind the shieldmen.
On the battlefield, there are many soldiers on both sides. The archer only needs to shoot the arrow according to the approximate range, and the blind cat will always touch the dead mouse.
The key is not to shoot accurately, but to shoot all the arrows in your hand in a short period of time.
is the rate of fire.
"Whoosh!!!" This Wu Nianjun's archer shot three arrows in a row, but by the fourth, he was not so lucky, and was shot in the neck as soon as he came up, and fell to the ground.
His companion looked at him, and without hesitation, dragged his body back, and removed the remaining arrows from his quiver. Then bend the bow and shoot the arrow.
Siege warfare is the most heroic.
Only the strong can defeat the strong.
On the battlefield, even sadness has to be held back.