"Special! Are these martial arts masters all Xiaoqiang, and they can't die if they continue to burn like this? ”

Biting his back molars hard, Yuanhai scolded with hatred in his mouth.

Just a few seconds ago, he poured a large spoon of Rexiang, which weighed seven or eight pounds, on the head of the master who had a pair of green eyes and should be a person from the Western Regions.

Even if that person's light skills are very good, but in a hurry, there is no way to let go of all the spoonful of fierce material.

The left half of the face, the large left skin flowing down the collar, and the exposed wrists and palms are immediately hit.

By the way, there is also another bearded master in the position below him.

and some Han soldiers who used their hands, feet, and bodies to hold down the ladder so that it would not be overpowered by the defenders on the city walls, and who could push the ladder down with wooden forks.

After being hit, he immediately screamed in his mouth.

One of the specific differences is nothing more than that the green-eyed master of the Western Regions has more gold juice on his body, more burns, and a louder scream in his mouth.

But Yuanhai, a rookie, was speechless in his heart.

The Han soldiers who were holding down and holding the ladder were only suffering a little bit of gold juice on their bodies, and the overall burned area was actually not large, and they were all rolling on the ground in pain.

I can't care about it anymore, holding down such a thing as a ladder.

The master of the Western Regions, whose body was burned in a large area, also fell to the ground in a miserable scream; But after hitting the ground, it was just a tumbling and actually got up from the ground again.

Even the left side of his face, which was covered with yellow and white objects, had been severely burned in a very short period of time, and it seemed that after the left eye was closed, it was still extremely injured.

The creature still had a distorted half of its expression, looking at him with what was left of its right eye.

His eyes were full of the madness that he wanted to bite him to death and take revenge.

What's even worse is that even if another bearded master was poured down his neck with half a pound of gold juice, he only fell to the ground in pain.

But in the next second, he threw the long knife in his hand towards the abyssal sea where some skulls poked out on the wall.

If it weren't for the eagerness, a huge force hit the back of his neck.

That is, the wild ghost, under the quick eye, pulled him by the collar and pulled it back; The other party was angry and threw it with all his might, and a powerful knife could definitely slash at his face.

Even with the protection of the visor, it is estimated that it will not save his life.

Then, the wild ghost went up to the original position of the deep sea again, and the steel shovel in his hand was whipped out again, which was regarded as beating down the scimitar master who was about to rush up again.

As for the other Song soldiers and civilians in the nearby positions, because they are also facing pressure.

Either they were pouring gold juice, or they were smashing the wood and rolling stones off the city walls, and they really couldn't spare time to support the wild ghosts for a while.

And under the pull of the wild ghost, Yuanhai sat on the ground with a butt, and a huge anger surged on his face.

Because this game migrant worker has never felt that death has been so close to him in his life; A great panic swelled up in my heart, and then it turned into a great anger.

At such a time, the wild ghost's mouth roared:

"Yuanhai, why do you sit on the ground with a butt, can you sit directly on yourself to death? If you don't die, hurry up and help, Lao Tzu can't stand it for long alone. ”

Under such a sentence, after Yuan Hai got up suddenly, he was about to take the wooden spoon and prepare to give another spoonful of golden juice below.

It was only at one point that he discovered that the big spoon had been accidentally broken when he fell just now.

Now there was only a wooden pole in his hand.

The fear and anger in his heart, and the constant urging under the hard support of the wild ghosts, finally made Yuanhai ruthless.

I didn't need a spoon at all, and I tore the placket under the two pieces of armor at once, and after holding one in one hand, I touched the ears on the edge of the pot with both hands.

I was going to directly pick up the whole pot of gold juice and pour it on the guy under the city wall.

The cauldron and the hot Xiang in it, the total weight is forty or fifty catties.

Such a weight can be regarded as Duan Hai, who has been exercising and cultivating for half a year, but he can easily hold it up.

But in a hurry, his hands touched the edge of the pot, even if there was a layer of cloth isolation, when a hot feeling was transmitted to the palms of his hands.

In his instinct, Yuanhai just wanted to let go.

But the ruthlessness that erupted in his heart allowed him to successfully suppress such a physical instinct; I gritted my teeth and endured the sharp pain, and rushed towards the wall with a pot of gold juice.

At this moment, he finally couldn't feel the golden juice in the pot, the stench that went straight to the Tianling Gai.

Because his hands were about to be burned, under the shocking pain, the shouts in his mouth were deformed: "Waves, waves, fast waves~"

Fortunately, the wild ghost still understood from the distorted sound that it meant that he should quickly get out of the way, and urgently took three or four steps back to the left.

And the wild ghost's body just got out of the way, and the abyssal sea with the golden juice rushed in.

Facing the three Mongolian masters below, they jumped up one after another after borrowing their strength on the ladder; One of the fastest bearded masters was only three or four meters away from the city wall.

The abyssal sea that didn't have time to turn over the cauldron and make a pouring action; With a horizontal heart, he directly smashed the cauldron against the beard.

When the cauldron was smashed, Yuanhai finally let out a terrible scream in his mouth.

Without him! In such a very short period of time, the flesh on his hands was stuck to the strips of cloth and the edge of the pot under the high temperature.

When he smashed out the cauldron in his hand, almost all the skin on his palm was torn off; That feeling really makes people feel a little worse than death.

But compared to the three Mongolian masters, Yuanhai's current situation doesn't know how lucky he is.

The bearded master who rushed to the front, because he rushed too violently under a lift, hit the head directly into the bottom of the pot, and directly hit the bottom of the pot into a big hole.

Suddenly, a large pot of more than seventy degrees Celsius was poured on the three of them.

Under such a large-scale, high-intensity burn, no matter how strong and endurable the vitality of those three Mongolian masters is, they can't bear such injuries.

After the three of them fell under the city, they writhed wildly on the ground.

Because of the shocking tragic situation of the three of them, in a short period of time, it can be said that no other Han army dared to approach near this cloud ladder.

Thanks to this, the wild ghost picked up a wooden fork from his feet, forked the ladder, and pushed it hard, finally pushing the damaging thing to the ground.

Then take advantage of the limited time before the other Han troops rushed up and erected the ladder again.

From a small leather pouch around his waist, he took out a bottle of white medicine powder, and poured it on Yuanhai's bloody palm like no money.

After wrapping it with gauze, Yuanhai finally eased up a little.

After getting up, he quickly glanced at the castle and found that the siege was still raging.

Even if there is a Han army of 10,000 people, when they have to retreat because of huge casualties; But another team of 10,000 people, under the urging of the Mongolian people, rushed up almost seamlessly.

"Special! How long will this battle be fought? ”

Seeing this, Yuanhai scolded indignantly.

Then he shouted loudly to the people who had poured out the gold juice in a very short time: "Add firewood, make a big fire, and continue to boil the gold juice......"

******

At the same time, it was under the Great Army of the Mongolian People, which was about five or six miles away from the northern city wall of Xiangyang City.

Meng Ge, the great Khan of Mongolia, glanced at the scene from a distance, no matter how many people filled it in, but even to establish a foothold in the city, it was impossible to do it.

and glanced at the two Han soldiers in front of him, kneeling on the ground, and many thousand commanders.

What's more, the Hu Biao and Xuan Ge camps he expected couldn't help frowning deeply after they didn't leave the city.

In fact, the Mongolian people still attach great importance to intelligence, and their ability in this area is also quite good.

After some inquiry, they already knew about Hu Biao and Xuan Geying, and some relatively detailed information; Of course, these situations are limited to relevant rumors on the rivers and lakes.

It is estimated in his heart that here on the battlefield in the north alone, the Han army under his command has suffered at least 10,000 casualties; If the other three walls are added, the number of casualties is probably 20,000.

He touched his chin to his well-trimmed beard and thought for a moment.

He commanded one of the guards beside him: "Order, considering the heavy casualties of the attacking troops, let them rest a little and then attack again in the afternoon?" ”

Yes!

Now the personnel who command the attack of the army here in the Chinese army are not only the Great Khan of Meng Ge, but also the fourth prince of Kublai Khan.

Even because of his last injury, Kublai Khan was already seriously injured.

In the words of a number of famous doctors, even if you recuperate carefully, it will take a long time to recover your body.

However, because of the threat of Xiangyang City and the Xuange camp, Kublai Khan not only did not retreat to Kaifeng, a rear city like Kaifeng, to recuperate.

On the contrary, after a deep conversation with Meng Ge, he was carried by his guards today with something similar to a sliding rod to watch and command the battle.

As Hu Biao predicted, in fact, that return artillery position was a trap set by Kublai Khan.

His main target is not even Guo Jing and other masters, but Hu Biao and others in the Xuange camp.

In Kublai Khan's plan, if the Xuange battalion came out of the city after the great threat of the return artillery, he wanted to burn them.

The cowardly Xue army that was pressing the formation behind would rush forward and entangle it to the death.

Then, no matter how much it costs or how many people die, it will all be consumed under the city.

In response to such a point, Kublai Khan still had a certain degree of confidence that he could do it; Because during the time of recuperation, after carefully studying the opponent, he found that the battle formation of the Xuange camp was not flawless at all.

At least that kind of armor like a turtle's shell, no matter how hard it is, can't stop the bombardment of ballistas.

As long as they fired their ballistas at each other, blasting them out of formation, and by the time the heavy cavalry could rush in, the ensuing battle would be easier at once.

Based on such a plan, in the pre-war period.

Among the specific targets of persuasion in the envoys they sent, there was no mention of Hu Biao and Xuangeying; In fact, it was to provoke Hu Biao, the irritable object of their intelligence.

It's a pity that Hu Biao's guy was not fooled at all.

Therefore, seeing that Meng Ge was not fooled in the Xuange camp, but the attacking troops suffered heavy casualties, and their morale was already significantly low, they actually had some thoughts of suspending the siege.

hurriedly ignored the injuries on his body, as well as the status gap between the two.

After struggling to sit up straight, he hurriedly said in his mouth: "Meng Ge, the siege can't be stopped."

Even if Hu Biao and Xuan Ge are not fooled, it is actually okay; As long as it is bombarded repeatedly with return artillery, this Xiangyang City will be bombarded sooner or later.

When the army enters the city, it will still be able to kill them all.

But as soon as the attack was stopped at this moment, those Song people had more energy to use those eight-bull crossbows; Ah Lao Wading and Yi Sima were afraid that they would not be able to withstand it for long before they were shot up by the Song people.

As for the attacking troops, the morale of the attacking troops was too low under the excessive casualties? ”

When he said this, Kublai Khan looked at the position in front of him, the two commanders of the Han army who were kneeling on the ground, and there were many commanders of thousands of commanders.

These were all people who had been taken from the attacking forces that had been replaced and brought in to await disposal.

After ignoring the flattery and begging for mercy in the eyes of these people, Kublai Khan said lightly:

"Actually, it doesn't matter, the commander of the ten thousand men has thirty whips, the thousand commanders have drawn three to kill one, and the first level has been passed on to the generals of the follow-up attacking troops, they naturally know what to do."

Faced with such a murderous suggestion, after Meng Ge nodded slightly, the guards around him had already snatched it out.

Holding down the two captains, taking off their armor, and whipping them vigorously with the whip in their hands; Every whip was a deep blood stain, and there was no mercy at all.

The commanders hacked an unlucky guy to death every two people.

The head, which was still dripping blood and had a hideous expression, was lifted in his hand, and rode his war horse towards the Han troops who would participate in the siege of the city one by one in the follow-up time.

It's like an exhibition, and they see it clearly.

By the way, let these people know one thing clearly: continue to attack the city with all their might, when the return cannon is exhausted, and today's battle will finally end......

In almost every second, there was a brutal battle in which people were killed, and it was about half past one in the afternoon.

When the last return cannon was hit by a crossbow arrow; Under the big battle of the Chinese army on the Mongolian side, a horn on behalf of the retreating soldiers was finally blown.

Under such an order, a group of almost desperate Han soldiers finally retreated like a tide.

The battle, which lasted for almost five hours, finally came to an end.

Behind the Han army, which had retreated frantically, the corpses under the city wall were already piled up more than a meter high; A large number of Han soldiers in the north, and their fellow clans in the south of the Yangtze River, the corpses were piled up together without distinguishing from each other.

At this moment, on the four walls of Xiangyang City.

Hu Biao, Yang Dongli, War Elephant and all other netizens, one of them is under the weakness of their legs, and their buttocks are sitting on the ground.

Even the ground was covered with slimy blood, and there were even many stumps and broken arms on the side, which was completely ignored.

No way! After fighting continuously for so long, they were just too tired; Almost physically, it was as if it was completely exhausted.

And not far from Hu Biao's side, Mu Ping is a rookie.

After hearing the horn of the retreating Mongol side, he finally exhaled his last breath with a relieved and relaxed smile.

The fatal wound on his body was a spear that pierced his lower abdomen.

After a long time of fighting, he, the soul of the use of the city's eight-bull crossbow, was unknowingly targeted by the people.

A master mixed in the Han army suddenly burst into trouble and threw out the spear in his hand like a spear.

Directly nailed this rookie to the city wall.

Originally, Hu Biao was still thinking that after he took a few more breaths, he would go up to treat the other party.

As a result, I saw that the other party's chest no longer had the slightest heaving and undulating, and I knew that there was no need to do this.

Even if he had long been accustomed to the scene of the members of the clan dying by his side one by one, he felt extremely powerless for a while, and became more and more tired.

The skull leaned against the wall, and as soon as his eyes were closed, he fell asleep, and his mouth snorted loudly like thunder.

Fortunately, Guo Jing and these people, although the process of fighting was far more intense than them.

But because the internal force is deeper and better, he still has a good ability to act; beckoned some of the people under the city to go up to the city wall and began to deal with some follow-up matters......

This happens until an hour and a half later.

After Guo Jing put a large pot of noodles in front of Hu Biao, he woke up in the sound of collision on the street; The whole body feels slightly better than before.

Seeing this, Guo Jing's mouth hurriedly said: "Hu Daxia, you are awake, then hurry up and eat something."

A dozen large cattle carrying wood and rolling stones were killed by the Mongols who crossed the city wall and smashed large stones into the city.

Thinking that everyone had worked hard today, I asked people to simply peel all the skin and eat the meat.

You have a lot of meat on top of this pot of noodles. ”

Xu didn't eat much meat for more than half a month, so much so that the horse meat noodles in front of him exuded a rather attractive taste, which made Hu Biao a little hungry.

However, there are some more important things in mind, and Hu Biao can't care about eating noodles.

Immediately, he asked a key question: "What are the casualties in this battle, and how many Mongolian Tartars have we killed?"

In addition, there are still a few intact eight-ox crossbows left on the northern city wall, and how many operators have survived? ”

After recalling it a little, Guo Jingcai replied in his mouth:

In the first battle in the morning, more than 7,000 soldiers under General Lu were killed and wounded, more than 3,000 people were killed in battle, and more than 200 heroes were also killed.

There are several of them, good men in the Xuange camp.

The number of casualties on the Mongolian side was at least 30,000 or more; It's a pity that most of them are Han troops in the north, as well as the Color-eyed infantry army.

As for the three remaining eight-bull crossbows, the surviving personnel are better, and there should be about sixty percent. ”

After hearing such a tragic data, Hu Biao couldn't help but sigh.

However, he began to say the main point: "Guo Daxia, you will mobilize some craftsmen to come over later, and repair the broken eight-bull crossbow as much as possible."

In terms of quantity, it is naturally getting better and better.

Because there are a large number of craftsmen in the Mongolian army, if you seize the time to build a rush system at night, it is estimated that when the Mongolian people continue to attack tomorrow, they will bring a lot of return cannons and ballistas to battle. ”

While nodding his head to indicate that he had received the order, Guo Jing asked such a key in his mouth.

"Wu Shu, Ba Long, and Mu Ping have all died in battle, so who will command these Eight Bull Crossbows?"

"Let the 'Moyun Dragon' Yuanhai come, although he injured his palm, it doesn't prevent him from directing the aim." Hu Biao thought about it for a while, and arranged it like this in his mouth.

Let Yun Yuanhai, a rookie, be stuffed into the eight-bull crossbow army with an astonishing battle loss rate.

I don't know if I should be happy after knowing such a task......

(End of chapter)