The morning sun rose, sprinkled all over the Mongolian army camp outside the city, the desolate horn sounded throughout the field, the Mongolian foot soldiers locusts generally out of the camp, one after another in front of the camp array, all over the mountains and fields, overwhelming.

The eight-sided cowhide drum was beaten, the rising sun shot obliquely, and in the morning light, countless Mongolian infantry soldiers held a huge wooden shield one person high, and many Mongolian light cavalry who had become foot soldiers held horn bows, shrank behind, and slowly went straight to the city wall of Chuzhou.

Thousands of Mongol foot soldiers marched like a wall with wooden shields in hand. Their shields were one man high and half a man wide, and they protected their bodies. Among them, many Mongolian soldiers carried ladders and hid in the middle.

The thousands of Mongolian archers behind them were armed with horn bows and full of quivers, and once they reached the distance, they would draw their bows and shoot them.

Behind the Mongolian army's large array, stone throwers and ballistas assembled by Mongolian army craftsmen were pushed out, rolling forward with a "creaking" sound, and once they entered the range of 300 steps from the city wall of Chuzhou, they could shoot at a long distance.

Against Jin Xia, they relied on the stone thrower to smash down the opponent's countless fortified fortresses.

In the eyes of the generals of the Song army at the head of the city, in front of the Mongolian army camp, the craftsmen guided, and hundreds of Mongolian troops were busy building, and in just a short moment, more than a dozen huge siege vehicles were built. Six wheels, four floors, more than three zhang wide, three zhang long, almost as high as the city wall, several layers of cowhide in front of the car, strong and tall.

The skilled craftsmen in the Mongol army were mainly Han Chinese in the north, and they provided a steady stream of motivation for the Mongol army to conquer the east and west, and to fight in the south and north.

"I'm afraid that only we Han people can build such a siege vehicle."

Wang Jian shook his head again and again, his expression seemed a little lost.

Didn't it be said in the "Tatar Policy" that the Mongolian army had a siege machine, called "Huihui Cannon", which could smash the city wall. I heard that this kind of gun carriage was made by the Great Eater. It seems that Dashi also has skilled craftsmen. ”

Lu Yuanting couldn't help but say.

In the battle of Xihezhou City, the Mongolian army did not have large-scale siege equipment, so he also knew nothing about the siege of the Mongolian army.

"This is obviously a siege vehicle, where is the artillery carriage? Is the Mongolian army holding back a big move and wanting to take it by surprise? ”

Another officer asked curiously.

The return cannon was a gun car, and he looked at it for a long time, but he did not find any devices on the siege vehicle that could fire shells or stones.

As for those small and medium-sized stone throwers, he didn't pay attention to them yet.

"Commander Lu and Vice General Wu, let's all go down and prepare. It's a tough battle! ”

Wang Jian passed on the military order, he looked at Cao Youwen, still silent, looking at the Mongolian army outside the city.

Thousands of troops and horses are approaching the city, and Cao Youwen's calmness makes him feel ashamed.

At the head of the city, the Song army was in full array, shields covering their heads, or hiding behind battlement walls. These Mongolian soldiers are murderous, full of wind and frost, and they are not good at first glance.

"Pay attention to Song Jun's firearms!"

"Watch out for the Tatar bows and arrows!"

Outside the city, the generals on both sides cheered loudly.

Seeing the siege vehicles, stone throwers and ballistae of the Mongolian army slowly coming, about to enter the range of the city's heavy artillery, Cao Youwen whispered the military order.

"Ready!"

"General cannon, prepare!"

Wang Jian shouted loudly, the military order was issued, and the city immediately moved, and the gunners of the Song army began to load ammunition, busy but not chaotic.

There are 20 500-pound general cannons arranged on the head of Xicheng, which is equivalent to more than 600 catties in later generations, and the firing range can reach two miles, and even if a shotgun is fired, it can hit an effective range of three or four hundred steps.

As for the more than 200 pounds of sub-cannons, that is, the 300 catties of later generations, these 30 guns are medium and long-range of three or four hundred paces, and they are all fired shotguns.

The other 30 hundred-pound cannons all had a range of two or three hundred paces, which was a close-range attack. If you get near the moat and under the walls, it's a world of grenades.

There are four layers of bullet walls in a row, which is also the reason why the Song army has no fear. Even if the opponent broke the blockade of the four-layer firearms, there were pikemen on the city wall doing hand-to-hand combat.

"Try the gun!"

Seeing the stone thrower and ballista in the distance enter the firing range, Wang Jian's face became solemn and shouted loudly.

At the head of the city, the gunner was already impatient, he took the red-hot iron drill from the brazier and pressed it against the fire door.

"Peng", a general cannon suddenly fired, the muzzle of the cannon flashed out, the smoke rose into the air, seven catties of solid iron balls came out of the disembowel, in the eyes of a group of soldiers at the head of the city, flew into the Mongolian army stone throwing array, smashed a stone throwing machine rocker boom. The solid iron ball continued to gain momentum, and it was loaded into the arms of a Mongolian gunner, who had a sunken chest and blood spurting from his mouth, and fell to the ground with a bang, unable to bear the slump.

There was a commotion in the large array of the Mongolian army's stone thrower, the Mongolian army general urged urgently, the stone thrower and the ballista accelerated their speed, and were pushed forward by the Mongolian army.

"Adjust the angle! Reload your ammo! ”

Wang Jian shouted again, and all the gunners began to shake the screw rod at the end of the gun, adjust the angle, and dozens of guns together, the black and faint muzzle was aimed at the outside of the city. Follow a gunner to load ammunition, first the kit, then the shells, busy but not chaotic.

Jinling lectures on the artillery department of Wutang, which requires gunners to be proficient in aiming, loading ammunition, artillery shooting and other skills. The cadets who graduated from the Jinling Lecture and Martial Arts Artillery Section brought these drill requirements into the army, so that all gunners were well-versed in all aspects.

Looking outside the city, the Mongolian army's stone throwers and crossbow carts came quickly, and they widened the distance between them, and in an instant they were already one or twenty steps closer.

"Fire!"

Wang Jian shouted angrily, the red flag fluttered at the head of the city, and the gunners put the red iron drill on the adjusted angle of the artillery fire door.

"Puffy Puff!"

The earth-shattering sound of artillery rang out, and 30 general cannons opened fire almost simultaneously, and the city was filled with gunsmoke, and the cannonballs whistled away, smashing their heads and faces into the Mongolian army's stone throwing machine array.

An iron ball broke through the air, not fast or slow, and seemed to be able to reach out and grab it. The iron ball hit the leg of a Mengbing behind the stone thrower, and the Mengbing fell to the ground howling, the calf was white and boneless, and the blood flowed like an infusion, and only a little skin and flesh connected the upper and lower parts of the calf, which was miserable.

Another iron ball was in the front of the siege vehicle, and the foot-long wooden thorns flew one after another, and the cannonballs broke into the board, and smashed into the siege vehicle and then had no time to dodge the Mongolian soldiers, the Mongolian soldiers screamed loudly, and the flesh and blood in one place squirmed.

The cannonballs whistled and arced, crossing the large array of the Mongolian army, and several stone throwers and ballistas were shattered, and the gunners and crossbowmen were blurred with flesh and blood, falling one by one, and screaming continuously.

In just the first round of artillery firing, five or six catapults and ballistas were scattered, causing a commotion in the Mongolian army's large array.

Although the Mongolian gunners and crossbowmen wore leather armor or pierced armor, they were hit by a solid iron ball that bounced rapidly or smashed directly, and immediately broke their muscles and bones, and their flesh and blood were blurred. Stone-throwing machines and ballistas were smashed and smashed, wooden irritants flew, several people were killed by shooting, and wounded soldiers rolled and screamed all over the ground.

"Pengpengpeng", the city is full of fires, smoke, another round of shells tearing the air and smashing, and a burst of cars overturning and people are killed, and everyone is frightened in the Mongolian army.

"Good!"

The Song army on the city wall was full of enthusiasm and morale, and they cheered one after another.

With such sharp artillery, the grasp of defending the city has been strengthened a lot.

There are also Song army officers and soldiers who are soft-hearted, and the tragic situation of the Mongolian army's casualties is in sight, and they all bow their heads and can't bear to look at them directly.

"Ballista, shoot!"

The Mongolian generals who commanded the ballista were secretly frightened, and ordered the crossbowmen to fire crossbow guns at the city.

How could the artillery of the Song army hit so far?

The crossbowmen of the Mongolian army looked at each other, and the crossbow could only shoot more than 300 steps, but the range of the opponent's artillery exceeded 500 steps.

Sure enough, the crossbow spear was shot and landed far away by the moat, still a hundred paces away.

"Rubbish! Move on! ”

The Mongolian generals shouted loudly, commanded the Mongolian soldiers, pushed the artillery carts and ballistas, and rushed forward in the face of the artillery fire at the head of the city.

In the midst of the Mongolian army's array, watching the stone throwers and ballistas being beaten to pieces, the Mongolian army was killed and wounded, and Su Butai's face was pale, as if he was about to seep water.

With the range and rate of fire of the Song army's artillery, I am afraid that these trebuchets and ballistas will be destroyed before they are within range.

At this moment, Su Butai couldn't help but feel in a trance, and he seemed to be under Lingzhou City again.

"Beat the drums!"

Subutai said coldly, and the drums in the Mongolian army's large array were dense, and the sound was breathtaking. The Mongolian army shouted, and the storm swept towards the city of Chuzhou.

The sound of artillery was bursting, the smoke of gunpowder was filled with gunpowder, and the shells continued to smash the siege vehicles, stone throwers, and ballistae, killing and wounding countless crossbowmen and gunners, and the remaining twenty or thirty ballistas and artillery carriages finally entered within 300 paces.

And those huge siege engines were smashed and shattered, and stopped in the midst of the army.

"Shoot fast!"

Several Mongolian crossbow trucks rushed forward, and seeing that they were in range, the Mongolian generals couldn't wait to give military orders.

The crossbow guns roared and shot at the city wall, some were stuck on the city wall, some flew to the city head, and several Song soldiers were shot over the city wall, and their flesh and blood flew when they landed. Some Song troops were shot down the city wall by crossbow guns, and the Song troops on the city wall were in a panic.

"Steady! Steady! ”

Outside the city, there was a sea of Mongolian soldiers, and the city of Chuzhou seemed to be a lonely boat swaying in the wind and waves, Wang Jian was sweating profusely and shouting angrily, trying to stabilize the nervousness of the surrounding Song army, and commanding the Song army to continue firing artillery.

Several boulders slowly smashed towards the city, in the frightened gaze and shouts of the defenders, an artillery carriage was overturned, the war shed was smashed to pieces, several Song soldiers were hit by boulders and smashed artillery, some Song soldiers were smashed flesh and blood, and the wounded screamed miserably.

"Lift it down! Clean up the city! ”

Wang Jian frowned and shouted angrily, and the frightened people on the city wall hurriedly carried the wounded and dead to the city, and the boulder was lifted by several Song soldiers and thrown out of the city.

At the head of the city, the soldiers of the Song army were waiting for them, and many people were sweating, but they had no time to take care of them because of nervousness.

Whether it is a recruit or a civilian in the city, these guys are rookies, and they have not escaped from the battle, which is already good.

Maybe after this vicious battle, many people are soldiers.

"Fire!"

Seeing that the Mongolian army's infantry had entered the range of 200 steps, Wang Jian gave an order, and the command flags at the head of the city were waved down one after another.