50 sub-cannons and 50 small cannons opened fire together, and in the muffled thunder, the city was filled with smoke, and countless iron pellets flew in the air, overwhelming the sky, and rushed straight to the rolling Mongolian soldiers.

Iron pills shot fiercely, flying all over the sky, the Mongolian soldiers raised their shields one after another, the iron pills shot into the shield group, destroying the withering and decaying, many wooden shields were shattered, countless Mongolian troops were knocked to the ground head-on, or killed or wounded, there were screams everywhere, corpses and blood everywhere.

Large and small artillery bombarded indiscriminately, and the ballistae and artillery carriages in the rear of the Mongolian army were constantly scattered and broken, and the frequency of crossbow guns and stones fired at the head of the city became slower and smaller.

From a cursory glance, seventy or eighty of the hundreds of artillery wagons and crossbow wagons of the Mongolian army have been scattered, and seventy or eighty percent of the gunners and crossbowmen have died, greatly weakening their combat effectiveness. Even so, the remaining gun carriages and ballistas continued to fire, and they were extremely tenacious.

The Mongolian army braved the artillery fire to rush forward, on the way to run, constantly to the city head of the arrows, wave after wave of arrow rain covering the sky and the sun, endlessly, and the Song army gunners and crossbowmen at the head of the city-for-tat, just a short moment, there were more than 100 Song soldiers at the head of the city were shot down.

A Song soldier had just shot a crossbow arrow, and a feathered arrow broke through the air, breaking through the armor, and the Song soldier fell to the sky, with blood gushing from his throat and mouth.

Wang Jian held the shield, the feather arrows shot on the shield, "Bang Bang" sounded, several feather arrows swept past him, and shot a Minzhuang screaming, Minzhuang covered his shoulders and bent down in pain.

Fortunately, the Song army was well-armed, and although the Mongolian army continued to rain arrows, as long as it was not shot at the vital point, even if the Song soldiers were shot and wounded, they could be effectively and timely rescued, and the death rate was greatly reduced.

In contrast, the Song gunners defended much better. Not only did they have artillery wagons and shields, but they were also sheltered by a war tent, and they were treated much more favorably than ordinary defenders.

The war tent is a wooden rectangular house, which has been recorded in the "General Essentials of the Wujing", and most of them were defended in the Northern Song Dynasty. The roof of the war shed is covered with thick wood, and the wooden doors in the front are opened, and the defenders can attack the enemy troops close to the city wall under the cover of the war shed, which can defend against bows and arrows and light trebuchets, but lack the ability to protect against medium and large trebuchets.

However, the artillery of the Song army solved the problem of heavy stone throwing machines, and also solved the defect of the Song army's insufficient long-range defense.

The head of the city was filled with gunsmoke, the sound of artillery was continuous, and the feathered arrows under the city were whistling, covering the sky and the sun, and heading straight to the head of the city. Both sides suffered casualties, and the tragedy was unusual. The Mongolian army overflowed the moat like ants, and soon reached the city wall, and one by one the ladders were erected, and the Mongolian army climbed the ladders and climbed towards the head of the city.

Countless smoking thunderbolts were thrown down, from the walls to the moat, flesh and blood flying, all covered in thick smoke and screams.

As the artillery continued to roar, countless shotguns smashed into the outside of the city, and countless wooden shields were broken, and the Mongolian infantry soldiers who attacked the city were killed and wounded.

As countless Mongolian troops climbed the ladder and climbed up, the Mongolian army on the city wall was dense, like ants crawling all over the branches, and the tragic white-knuckle battle at the head of the city began.

The Mongolian army continued to climb to the head of the city, and the Mongolian army on the head of the city fell from the head of the city like dumplings. The sound of artillery at the head of the city and the explosions of thunder outside the city came one after another, and the Mongolian troops besieging the city suffered countless casualties.

Ten thousand troops attacked the city, several siege vehicles came towards the city wall, the Mongolian army gave way, the Mongolian army opened their bows and arrows, and hid behind the siege vehicles, and the siege vehicles were getting closer and closer to the city wall.

"General, do you want to fire a cannon?"

Wang Jian watched the siege vehicle get closer and closer, and couldn't help but ask loudly.

"Don't be in a hurry, let the artillery and grenadiers prepare, and then do it when you get forty or fifty steps in front of the city wall."

Cao Youwen shook his head and said coldly.

The purpose of war is to kill and injure the other side as much as possible. Since the Mongol army is coming to attack, they can't let them retreat easily.

The siege vehicles were getting closer and closer, and the Mongol troops on the vehicles shot arrows at the bow of the ship from time to time, and the Song troops were constantly shot down at the head of the city. Because of the melee between the two sides at the head of the city, and because of the small number of Mongol troops on the siege vehicles, the casualties of the Song army were not very large.

Finally entering the distance of forty or fifty steps in front of the city wall, Wang Jian couldn't hold back anymore and shouted loudly.

"Fire!"

More than a dozen large and small artillery pieces opened fire together, and countless iron pellets slashed their heads and covered their faces, roaring and neighing, and went straight to the huge Mongolian siege vehicle.

The iron pill rushed to the face, and the cowhide in front of the siege vehicle was beaten to a "poof" sound, like a sieve, with countless small holes. The Mongolian soldiers in the car screamed. The beams of the siege vehicles smashed by solid iron balls were broken, the floors collapsed, and dozens of Mongolian soldiers fell out of the chariots and fell to the ground one after another.

The explosions of "Tongtong" came and went, hundreds of earth-shattering thunderbolts bombarded wildly, and the siege vehicles of the Mongolian army were blown apart and collapsed one after another, smashing down the Mongolian troops around the siege vehicles, and hundreds of Mongolian troops around the siege vehicles were all shrouded in smoke and dust.

On a high ground in the west of the city, watching the fierce battle at the head of the city, seeing the stone throwers and siege vehicles being paralyzed one after another, the muscles at the corners of Su Butai's mouth twitched, and fire was about to burst out in his eyes.

Without the stone throwers and ballistas, and without the siege vehicles, the difficulty of the Mongolian army's siege of the city will be greatly increased, not to mention, it will also be wantonly slaughtered by the firearms of the Song army, and the casualties will only be greater.

"The casualties are too ...... Big! ”

Tari's face turned pale and his lips trembled. Although he had been mentally prepared, the huge casualties caused by the bloody battle at the head of the city were completely beyond his expectations.

"How do I think that the Song army in Canzhou City is almost the same as the Tang Wuti people in Lingzhou City, but the firearms are much more ferocious!"

Chaur was shocked and said.

The sun was shining, but his heart was cold, and he wanted to escape from this killing field.

Even if they can capture the city in front of them, how much will the Mongol army be left?

"Yes, it is more difficult to attack than Lingzhou City, and it is more ferocious than Lingzhou City!"

Timur, another commander, had a blank look in his eyes and muttered to himself in a low voice.

The Mongol army conquered several countries in the west, conquered cities, and after several years of war, it seems that there were no such large casualties.

"If you can't beat it today, it will be even harder to fight in the future!"

The tower is terrified, and the cold military order of Subutai has been handed down.

"The army has advanced and retreated, and we must capture the city of Chuzhou!"

The Mongolian army at the head of the city sacrificed their lives to fight, the Mongolian army on the cloud ladder attacked the city faster, the Mongolian infantry outside the city drew their bows and fired in unison, and the feather arrows outside the city roared, making the sky on the city wall dark. At a distance of 100 paces, the Mongolian archers' feathered arrows covered the sky and the sun, shooting on the shields and walls of the Song army at the head of the city, making random noises. From time to time, the Song army could not dodge, and fell to the ground with an arrow, drenched in blood.

The Mongolian army's feathered arrows flew endlessly, covering the Mongolian army's foot soldiers to climb the city wall again. Feather arrows fell all over the city wall, and countless Mongolian soldiers took the opportunity to climb the city wall.

Countless short axes and iron bones flew into the city, the Song army fell to the ground one after another, and the blood splattered on the city, and the Mongolian soldiers climbed up to the city head one after another, jumping into the city wall.

"Thorn!"

Countless spears pierced out of the city, bringing up patches of blood scattered, and the Mongol soldiers who were ascending the city fell from the city.

The two sides fought bloody battles within the city wall, and the Song army was constantly cut down, and the Mongolian army was constantly stabbed. Above and below the city, there was a strong and pungent smell of blood everywhere.

After a while, the city wall was covered with corpses, and the two armies fought each other on the corpses, and you lived and died.

After a moment of fierce fighting, the Song army retreated to the north and south sides of the west city wall of Chuzhou, and more Mongolian troops boarded the city wall and soon occupied the middle of the west city wall.

Subutai and the generals of the Mongolian army softened their faces.

It turned out that Song Jun was not so tough. They look down on these southerners.

"These southerners, sure enough, are soft-footed shrimps, look up to them!"

Chaur smiled and shouted loudly.

"The Tang Wuti people are afraid that the country will be ruined, so they are desperate. These southerners know that poetry and beauty are all soft eggs! ”

Tari wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a sullen breath.

These Song troops are really overestimated.

"Tell the order to go down, let the warriors get on their horses, and break the city in a while, and be sure to catch those craftsmen who make firearms, these people ......"

Before Subutai's words fell, an earth-shattering loud sound came from the city wall, and the smoke column rolled, filling most of the western city wall, so that the words behind Subutai were swallowed into the stomach.

"Song ...... Army's ...... Utensil! ”

Tari's heart, which had just been put down, hung tightly again.

On the city wall, thunder continued, several artillery trucks were blown over, and the artillery fell and rolled, killing and wounding several Mongolian soldiers. The Mongolian army on the city wall, countless people were lifted out of the city wall by the air waves, and the flesh and blood of the city head were flying, all of which were shrouded in a choking gunpowder smoke and flying dust.

Immediately after, countless smoking iron bumps flew out of the city and fell into the crowd of Mongols below. Outside the city, the pillars of smoke were billowing, and the Mongolian army was constantly blown up, with broken arms and legs, flesh and blood, and human organs rising into the air, and a piece of human flesh colliding and mingling.

The sound of artillery continued, earth-shattering, the iron pellets roared in the air, splitting their heads and covering their faces, the shields of the Mongolian army outside the city flew sawdust, the wooden planks were broken and shattered, and the Mongolian soldiers fell to the ground one after another, and the bloody arrows on their bodies were shooting, wriggling and screaming in a pool of blood, and they were in pain.

The Mongolian army's siege offensive was frustrated, and there were few remnants of the Mongolian army on the city wall, and there was no backup for a while, and they were soon stabbed to death by the pikemen of the Song army, and countless corpses of the Mongolian army were thrown down from the city by the Song army.

On the city wall, the Song army brandished swords and guns, shouted wildly, laughed and cursed, and whistled constantly, as if they were provoking the Mongolian army outside the city.

"Bastard! These vile and shameless southerners! ”

Some Mongolian generals were angry and scolded angrily in a low voice.

"These guys are no worse than the defenders of Lingzhou City!"

Chaur's face turned pale, and his lips trembled.

The Song army had proper tactics, giving full play to the advantages of the narrow city walls, the gathering of people, and the high lethality of their own firearms. The generals of the Song army are brave and strategic, and if the command is determined, this siege battle may not be so easy to win.

Chaur looked at Subutai and met Tari's gaze, Tari shook his head slightly, and everything Chavur wanted to say was stuck in his throat.

Let a sleeping dog lie. If you annoy Subutai, wouldn't you have to ask for your own hardships?

The tragedy on the head of the city was in his eyes, and he was unmoved, he waved the flag, and countless Mongolian soldiers moved forward one after another, set up a ladder, climbed the city wall, and the Song army at the head of the city started a new round of bloody battles, without flinching.

It seems that the arrogance of the Song army also angered the Mongolian soldiers who attacked the city. The bloody battle between the two armies, the collision of iron and blood, endlessly, until the sky was dark, it was already dusk, the Mongolian army then Ming Jin retreated, they retreated like a tide, and walked away in an instant.

As the sun sets, tranquility returns to both outside and on the walls. In the wilderness outside the city, stumps and broken bodies are stacked on top of each other, broken flags and scattered cars, corpses are scattered all over the place, and large areas of dirty blood are like a hell......