Chapter 250 fiasco

The muzzle of the black hole in the city head has a long slip, and there are more than 20 guns. However, only two or three doors were fired, and the others were inexplicably silent.

An Xiaoliang was a little puzzled. Well, Ann knows that firing a cannon is indeed a technical job—but that's about firing quickly and accurately; Even if Luo Ganxiang took away all the artillery, wouldn't the soldiers just stuff some gunpowder and fill the projectile and then ignite it, which one wouldn't? Even if you can't hit anyone, it's good to listen to the sound to give yourself courage! Besides, there is no reason for the surname Luo to take the artillery to Wufeng Mountain to burn the village, there must be some people in the city to watch the house, if you don't leave the artillery and leave someone else, is it because your brain is in water! Unless...... The defenders are holding back some powerful moves.

These thoughts were only a matter of moments in the minds of Leader An, and the warriors of Uzza were already shouting and rushing towards Yongning City. 10,000 people, boundless. Yongning is a small city, nearly 10,000 people charged, the entire wilderness in the south of the city, full of black crows and crows, are struggling to rush forward, the scene is spectacular. However, the surging crowd was blocked by a deep moat in front of the city walls. Although the fire at the head of the city was very sparse and there were only so many ladders, everyone was crowded around the trench. The people behind were still rushing forward, and those in front couldn't get through, and the dense crowd in front of the trench gradually crowded into a big lump of water, and the back of the front line slowly became empty.

An Xiaoliang found something wrong and shouted desperately, but in the midst of the shouts of tens of thousands of people, even if he tore his throat, what was the use? Finally, a few ladders were erected against the city wall, and hope was ignited in An Xiaoliang's heart, but at this moment, a few muffled sounds of "bang, bang" were faintly heard in his ears, and a large black object rose from the city, flew over the heads of the people under the wall, and flew down into the wilderness in the distance.

Strange to say, the mass did not shoot into the dense crowd, but scattered in the field behind them. There was neither an explosion, nor any smoke or fire, except for the screams of one or two of the people who had been shot right behind.

It didn't take long for the muffled sound of "bang, bang" to continue to come, and those seemingly non-lethal things continued to fall, and An Xiaoliang felt more and more strange until someone picked it up and handed it over...... Leader An was taken aback: it was thistle!

The muffled noise at the head of the city was actually made by three bed crossbows. The defenders made a small change to the bucket arrows: instead of bundles of feather arrows, the rice buckets were filled with these thistles!

They are here to block the retreat of the Usa's army!

More long ladders were erected along the walls, each with warriors struggling to climb upwards. Suddenly, a burst of high-pitched war drums came, and a red triangular command flag was raised high on the city gate tower, and on the flag was the word "Lao" with a big fight. Although he can't recognize a few Chinese characters, An Xiaoliang is too familiar with this flag: under Lu Guangcheng, he was killed and defeated under this banner, and his face was lost!

Lao Shun, who commanded the envoy of Sichuan Province, unknowingly took over Yongning!

An Xiaoliang suddenly understood: Luo Ganxiang destroyed the rooftop and Hongyan Erzhai near the official road, not to get carried away with his military might, but to prevent the news of reinforcements entering the city from leaking!

Stunned, almost the same scene was reproduced, thousands of iron helmets suddenly appeared between the battlements of the south wall of Yongning, feather arrows, bricks, gold juice, and fried cans, pouring down like a torrential rain, and large barrels of hot asphalt poured down the long ladder head, as the torches with somersaults were thrown, almost all the long ladders on the wall were burning in front of An Xiaoliang's eyes, and the muzzles of the black holes on the wall were all pressed down and lowered, slowly pointing at the crowd crowded in front of the trench with little room to turn…… This moment seems so long, as if it is endless, this moment, the surroundings seem so quiet, all the noise seems to be silent all of a sudden, this moment, the extreme sense of fear can tear people's nerves apart, make people collapse to the point of madness......

"Retreat, retreat!" An Xiaoliang's shout really seemed to tear his throat, however, no matter how loud the sound of bamboo bangs could compare to the roar of artillery!

"Boom, boom, boom!" The long rows of cannons on the wall finally let out a deafening roar, each chamber filled with hundreds of stones of various sizes, spraying death at the dense crowd that was close and unavoidable.

The army of Usa collapsed.

The people blocking the edge of the ditch began to cry and try to turn and flee, but most of them were still hugged by the people behind them, and they were huddled and unable to move. A thunderclap followed, and a large pool of blood exploded in the crowd, leaving a large space for the fallen, and in the blink of an eye it was filled with a crowd of people rushing around, the dead and wounded being trampled underfoot, and the crowd pushing, crowding, crying, and desperately struggling in vain, until the next roar sounded...... In less than a stick of incense, the people on the side of the ditch had become much more sparse, and An Xiaoliang, whose heart was like a knife, was blurred by tears, and he knew that there were almost more than 3,000 warriors from Wusa Mansion who would never be able to return to their hometown after a long absence.

The most desperate were those who had run to the base of the wall, the long ladder they had crossed over the trench had been burned to ashes by the flames, and some of the long ladders had been abandoned on the other side of the ditch, but everyone was running for their lives, and few could think of rescuing their helpless companions under the wall in the confusion - even if one did, in the blink of an eye, he would either be stepped on countless pairs of straw sandals and could not get up again, or he was immediately cared for by the crossbowmen on the wall...... The barely remaining three or five long ladders attracted the attention of several artillery commanders, and a few roars rained down like bullets, and the hastily built wooden ladders instantly scattered and collapsed, completely cutting off the hope of the soldiers under the wall to escape. There was almost no need to worry about the sporadic bamboo arrows that were fired at the head of the city, which was nothing of suppressive firepower, and as the native soldiers with bamboo bows in their hands were shot down one by one, the defenders became more and more emboldened, and many of them leaned out with fuses in their hands and blew out oil cans and fryers, their eyes fierce and murderous searching for the target to be smashed. The soldiers raised their eyes in despair to look at the city, and at the moment of the exchange of eyes, some people knelt down on their knees, babbling loudly in Miao language, but what they got was often a cruel laugh, and the jar burning with sparks was smashed down, and the kneeling person slammed upward, instantly turning into a burning man......

The sound of "poof, poof" falling into the water is endless. In order to avoid the attack, many of the Miao soldiers under the wall jumped into the moat, hoping to survive, but this was still a dead end: the water surface was more than four feet high from the edge of the ditch, and no matter how good the water was, it was impossible to jump up, so they could only soak in the crimson and muddy water, endure the torment, and wept and waited for their final fate to inevitably befall them.

The artillery fire on the wall continued to bombard the increasingly sparse crowd along the moat. Those who fell behind the attacking forces certainly had a much better chance of escaping, and they were the first to hear the order to retreat and turn back. However, the escape was far from smooth, and one by one the men fell headlong as they ran, and then rolled on the ground with the balls of their feet pierced by thistles. The roar of the artillery overshadowed the muffled sound of the bed crossbows, but watching the clouds of thistles falling from the air, An Xiaoliang knew that from the beginning of the battle, those bed crossbows had been firing non-stop. Unlike artillery, which needed to cool down the barrel and did not need to be deliberately aimed, the firing of the three-bed crossbow was limited by the speed at which it was rewound, and the thistles that were scattered had covered almost all parts of the southern part of the city.

With a "boom", a cloud of smoke and dust wrapped in dirt and turf flew out not far away, splashing An Xiaoliang's head and face. Looking up, the corpses were all over the field, and the large dense human heads on the edge of the trench were gone, and An Xiaoliang could clearly see the clansmen who were lying or sitting under the wall. The dead are gone, the spirits of the living are broken, they no longer struggle, they no longer dodge, one by one they wilt there, waiting for the Grim Reaper to approach them.

With another "boom", a cloud of dirt exploded nearby again - there were no more cluster targets worth bombarding in front of them, and the artillery at the head of the city began to fire extendedly.

wiped his face, tears, sweat, soil, and blades of grass were intertwined, An Xiaoliang took several henchmen around him and turned around and fled.

For the first time in his life, Leader An, known as the first brave general of the Shuixian Group, abandoned the army.

There was a muffled sound of "poof", and when the scoop looked back, Hao Yin fell from his horse and fell to the side of the road, hurriedly reining in his mount and jumping off the horse and running over.

Hao Yin's face was distorted, his face had turned pale, beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead, his lower lip had been bitten, and he just shook his head and said nothing in the face of the concerned inquiry of the car spoon. Obviously, the young owner is suffering greatly.

Looking up at the way it came, the shadowy crowd was still inside and outside, well, there was no danger for a while. The car spoon is a little strange, and an arrow in the arm is supposed to be like this? Broke the arrow shaft casually, pulled out the dagger from his waist, picked off the cowhide rope, took off the arm armor of Hao Yin, and tore off the sleeves, the face of the car spoon changed: because of the protection of the armor, the arrow was less than an inch into the flesh, but most of Lu Yin's left arm had turned dark blue, and the black seemed to be still spreading upward!

It's a poisoned arrow!

The habit of feeding poison with arrows has existed in Miaodi in ancient times. In fact, not only Miaojiang, but also the words "medicine arrows" can be seen in the military supplies sent to the border areas by the Ming Dynasty, and the "medicine arrows" are poisoned arrows. Most of the poisoned arrows used by the officers and soldiers were a mixture of arsenic and feces, and the poisons in the seedlings were varied. The most powerful is of course the poison arrow wood that "seals the throat with blood", the middle one is hopeless, and it has been used in An Bangyan's army. Poison arrow wood is only occasionally seen in Yunnan and Guangxi, which is extremely rare, and the local Miao people in Sichuan and Guizhou are more likely to use "sprinkling medicine" or "cotton medicine" to feed poison. The names are different, and the recipes of each person are also different, all of which are made by smearing the venom of various poisonous snakes and poisonous insects into the arrow cluster - Luo Rebel Dog's soldiers received the Han army's foot bow, and someone still fed poison on the arrow cluster!

Although all kinds of snake venom and insect venom also have symptomatic antidotes, at this time, the car spoon did not know what kind of poison this arrow fed, and it was impossible to find various herbs that could delay the onset of toxicity in a hurry.

The car spoon dragged Hao Yin to the side of the road, took off his turban and tied up Hao Yin's upper arm, and casually folded a thick branch and handed it to Hao Yin: "Bite it!" Hao Yin opened his mouth, a hint of fear in his eyes. The car spoon nodded: "There is no other way." Hao Yin took a bite, his eyes returned to his former fortitude, and he nodded, the car spoon stopped talking, pulled out the Miao knife, and slashed down......

"Hmm, hmm......" Hao Yin, who was biting the branch in his mouth, let out a terrible muffled scream.

Looking up again, he glanced at the routs rushing here half a mile away, and the pursuers who were in hot pursuit, gritted his teeth, and the dagger poked hard at the horse's hips, and the horse neighed in pain, suddenly let go of its hooves, and galloped away along the official road with its extravagant mount. The cart scoop dragged Hao Yin around the foot of the mountain, and fled deep and shallow to the depths of the mountain.

A moment later, a chaotic crowd rushed through. The physical strength of the Yongning rout army has long been exhausted, and the routs who tried to climb the slopes on both sides fell one after another under the swords of the pursuers, and the rout soldiers who still had a breath left continued to run along the official road, and the pursuers followed more and more bravely as they fought.

A pair of straw sandals stopped, picked up the arm armor that had been discarded on the ground with one hand, and immediately compared it on his own arm, the water brain soldier smiled happily, shouted excitedly, and continued to run forward with a seedling knife. Bloody corpses and severed legs could be seen everywhere on the road and beside the road, and no one noticed the half-cut arrows on the ground, let alone the black broken arm with a small cluster of arrows inserted in the section of the road not far away......