In the early morning, the snowflakes had stopped, but the sky was still full of haze, as if it was about to start this fierce battle.

If Lingzhou dies, Xixia dies. This sentence has also foreshadowed the upcoming battle to defend Lingzhou City, which will inevitably be a vicious battle.

Outside the city, the Mongolian army camp, the desolate horn sounded, the black and white Xuan fluttered in the wind, the locust-like Mongolian army densely packed out of the camp, they assembled in front of the formation, a team, a column, everyone with a sword and a shield, a bow and arrow in hand, crowded with people, I don't know how much.

One by one, the stone throwers were pushed out, and the huge body was daunting, densely packed, and there were as many as two or three hundred. Between the stone throwers, there are hundreds of ballista carts, which are also slowly moving forward.

In front of the stone thrower and the ballista, countless Mongolian soldiers carried the ladder and stood solemnly, they looked at the Lingzhou City in front of them, ready to go.

Looking at the posture of the Mongolian army, it seems that they want to capture Lingzhou City in front of them in one go.

The Western Xia defenders at the head of the city had gloomy faces, looking at the boundless Mongolian army that was gathering outside the city, the Xia soldiers clenched the weapons in their hands and waited for them.

"So many stone throwers!"

At the head of the city, Li Deren looked at the surging Mongolian army, and his palms were sweaty. Among the Western Xia generals next to him, many of them turned pale, some were short of breath, some kept wiping their sweat, and the tension in their hearts could be imagined.

Once the stone throwers attack together, the walls of Lingzhou City are afraid that they will be smashed. The houses around the city walls must be in ruins. And the Xia soldiers at the head of the city, I don't know how many dead and wounded?

I heard that the Mongolian army used five or six hundred stone throwers to break through Yanjing City, the middle capital of the Jin people, and smashed the city wall of Yanjing City in half a day, breaking into the city, and I don't know if it's true or not?

"So many sergeants are attacking the city at once. It seems that Genghis Khan was furious! ”

Ning Zining stared at the endless sea of people outside the city, his face was ugly.

besieging Lingzhou City, the Mongolian army is going to repeat the old trick and smash Lingzhou City.

"Ning Xianggong, there is danger on the city wall, you better go down quickly!"

Li Deren's heart beat faster, and his breathing became short.

"Your Highness, you are all here, where can the old minister hide?"

Ning Zining cleaned up his mood and said unhurriedly.

Li Deren looked at Ning Zining, the two looked at each other, both shook their heads and smiled, and looked outside the city again.

In the Mongolian army array, dozens of cowhide drums sounded like thunder, and the Mongolian army besieging the city began to move, with the stone thrower in front and the foot in the back, the tide generally overflowed, rushing forward, and went straight to the city wall of Lingzhou.

"Ready!"

Li Deren's face was solemn and he shouted loudly.

The drums beat loudly, and the Xia army at the head of the city clenched the shields and weapons in their hands one by one. The crossbowmen loaded the crossbow carts with their ballistas, and everyone looked solemn.

"General Zhang, is there a way to deal with the Tatar stone thrower?"

Li Deren subconsciously asked Zhang Zhongxia on the side.

"Your Highness, it should be possible."

Zhang Zhongxia personally commanded a 7-pound general cannon, and adjusted the angle and loaded ammunition with the gunner, meticulously.

Although he was born in the infantry department of Jinling Jiangwutang, Zhang Zhongxia has practiced artillery in both Jiangwutang and the army, and as a general in the army, he is no stranger to artillery.

Even small cannon shotguns have an effective range of more than 300 shots. With so many large and small guns, against almost the same number of stone throwers, it should be a win.

"Probably can, right?"

Li Deren shook his head, what kind of answer is this?

The tranquility before the Great War is always restless.

On the city wall, Cao Youwan opened the clairvoyant mirror, and the dense artillery carriages and ballistas in his field of vision were also "banging" straight to his heart. He didn't know the range of the stone thrower, and the soldiers of the Xia army also had different opinions, some said 300 steps, and some said 500 steps, didn't this catch up with the range of the small cannon?

Once this big guy rains down, the artillery truck at the head of the city is afraid that it will fall apart.

"Solid Iron Ball, Reload!"

Cao Youwan stared at the Mongolian army's stone throwers and ballistas rolling on the opposite side, and shouted loudly.

Cao Youwan's military order was handed down, and the Song gunners at the head of the city were busy.

Li Deren and Ning Zining and other Western Xia generals were stunned, there was still a distance of two or three miles, what was the Song army going to do?

Can their so-called artillery hit so far?

"How far is it?"

Cao Youwan turned his head and asked Song Jun on the side to look at his hand.

"General, about two miles away!"

The lookout hand watched carefully and reported to Cao Youwan.

"Try the gun!"

Cao Youwan resolutely gave a military order.

Erli, which is already in the effective range of artillery, can completely fire artillery to attack the Mongolian army's stone thrower.

In the surprised gaze of the soldiers of the Xia army at the head of the city, the two general cannons fired together, the smoke was filled, and two seven-pound iron balls flew in the air, heading straight for the Mongolian army's stone thrower array.

The iron ball roared, an iron ball hit the bridge body of a stone thrower, the bridge arm was broken, and it flew out, several Mongolian gunners could not dodge, the flesh and blood that were smashed were blurred, and they were pressed under the bridge arm or died or howled desperately, and the stone thrower collapsed and scattered.

Another iron ball smashed on the frozen solid ground, bouncing and dancing, smashing a bloody alley in the Mongolian army's stone throwing machine array, and finally hit the wheel of a ballista, the wheel shattered, unable to move again.

It was just two solid iron balls, several Mongolian soldiers fell in a pool of blood, the wounded screamed miserably, and the dead were miserable, which shocked all the soldiers on both sides for a while.

"Good!"

At the head of the city, there were Xia soldiers whose faces were flushed, and they couldn't help but shout loudly.

Li Deren, Ning Zining and others were dumbfounded, and a group of people lay on the city wall, their eyes widened, and they looked out of the city.

There are so many stone throwers, no need to ask, the Song army is going to fire artillery in unison.

"What a daze, adjust the angle, smash the Tatar stone thrower and ballista for me, all down!"

Cao Youwan glared at the flag officer on the side, serious.

"Remember, use solid iron balls first, and only use half of the cannon at a time!"

The flag officer nodded, raised the green flag and waved it, and then waved the red flag in his hand heavily.

There is no need to ask, this "Cao Erguts" is going to be caught and indulged, and he is playing two poles.

The gunners adjusted the screw rod at the tail of the gun, and the height of the gun was almost the same. The Mongolian army's stone throwers and ballistas were so dense that they didn't need to adjust the angle, and the muzzle of the cannon was faint and aimed at the front.

And the red-hot iron drills in the hands of the gunners pressed on the lead of the fire door.

"Pong! Disheveled! Ponto!"

On the southern city wall, the twenty-five artillery pieces of the defenders roared almost at the same time, the cannonballs whistled, one after another, and small black dots flew in the air, like flying fire meteors, heading straight for the stone throwers and ballistas of the Mongol army in the wilderness.

The iron ball flew into the Mongolian army's stone throwing machine array, flying and destroying the gun carriage wantonly, wood chips flew, wooden planks and wooden arms were broken, more Mongolian army stone throwing machines and ballistas were smashed and overturned, Mongolian gunners and crossbowmen suffered heavy casualties, and a collision of iron and blood.

The artillery roared, and the stone throwers and ballistas were constantly smashed, staggered and shattered. The Mongolian gunners and crossbowmen suffered numerous casualties, and blood flew everywhere, staining the wasteland with blood. Outside the city, the Mongolian army's stone throwers were smashed one after another, staggering from side to side, and the Mongolian gunners were killed and wounded, and everyone was horrified.

On the city wall of Lingzhou, the Xia soldiers were thunderous with joy. The defenders cheered at the destruction of the Mongol stone-throwing machines and ballistas, and their morale was greatly boosted.

"Good fight!"

Under the pressure, Li Deren exhaled a breath of turbid air and shouted vigorously.

Lingzhou defends the city, the most afraid is the Mongolian army's stone throwing machine, flying all over the sky, the defenders have a bitterness can not be said, can only let the other side bomb indiscriminately, the city wall and the city houses were smashed down, the defenders were smashed to death and wounded, and lost their combat effectiveness early.

Looking at this posture now, the Mongolian army's stone throwers have reached a range of three or four hundred paces, and I am afraid that there are not a few left. If this is the case, Lingzhou City has been guarded for several months, and he is completely sure of this.

The Mongolian army did not have a stone thrower, the Xia army defended the city, the city wall was safe and sound, and the Mongolian army relied on foot soldiers to attack the Lingzhou city wall.

"Your Highness, this is really a great pleasure! It's unexpected! ”

Ning Zining, who was on Li De's side, was shocked, and the expression on his face was much more relaxed.

The sharpness of the city's artillery was really a big surprise to him.

Without the trebuchet and ballista, the siege was much less stressful. At the very least, the soldiers stood at the head of the city, and they didn't have to worry too much.

"This guy is really amazing!"

"Well played, so relieved!"

The defenders at the head of the city were all elated.

"Ning Xianggong, go down to the city and prepare a hot rice with ginger soup. This is a bad battle, I'm afraid it will take a long time! ”

Li Deren's face was full of redness, and after he finished his command loudly, he looked at the Mongolian army that was still rolling forward, and shouted loudly:

"Soldiers, prepare your shields! Watch out for Tatar feathered arrows! ”

Li Deren's military order was handed down, and the defenders at the head of the city raised their shields one after another to avoid being killed and injured by the rain of arrows from the Mongol army.

"Pong! Disheveled! Ponto!"

The city was filled with gunsmoke, the solid iron ball continued to roar out, the Mongolian army's stone throwers were constantly smashed, and when they reached the moat, the Song army's artillery had been hit six or seven times, and the Mongolian army's stone throwers were only a dozen or so. And all the ballistas, almost destroyed.

"General, why only half of the artillery?"

The results of the battle were outstanding, the gunners of the Song army were smiling, and Yang Daquan came up and asked Cao Youwan in a low voice.

The two grew up since childhood, lived and died together in the city, and they didn't shy away from it so much.

If 50 cannons on the southern wall were to fire together, wouldn't it be even more devastating?

"Brother, half the artillery is enough to deal with such a dense catapult."

Cao Youwan patted Fa Xiao's shoulder and whispered softly, but his face was excited and his eyes showed a smug look.

"When I was lecturing in Jinling, the emperor once said that the purpose of war is to mass-kill the other side and make the other side lose the ability to resist. You see, although the Tatar army did not have a stone thrower, it had only killed and wounded a few hundred people, and the great war was still to come, and the ammunition had to be spared. ”

Yang Daquan suddenly realized, his heart was cold, he nodded again and again, and hurriedly walked away.

Mass kill the other side and make the other side lose the ability to resist!

Emperor, what a ruthless man!