The distant mountains of Qinling Mountain dance silver snakes, snow-capped; Near the mountains red and yellow colors, the layers of forests are dyed, a jade belt across the Hanzhong Plain, rolling to the east, under the morning sun, the earth is vast, the rivers and mountains are so delicate.

The fire flashed, a large stream of smoke erupted from the city, the sky resounded with bursts of muffled thunder, the cannon rumbled, it seemed that the entire city wall was shaking, and also broke the silence in the sky, the beasts in the mountains and forests were frightened, and thousands of birds fluttered their wings and flew high.

In the screaming, dense cannonballs filled the sky like hailstones, smashing into the rushing Mongolian soldiers.

After a few days of fighting, the Song people and prisoners had been killed and wounded in the siege battle. Knowing the ferocity of the Song army's artillery, the Mongol army widened the distance so as not to be hit and killed by the Song army's artillery.

The Mongol army came forward, and on the way, a large area had already been overturned. They ran with their lives, and only when they approached the walls quickly, the artillery at the head of the city would not be able to shoot at them because of the lack of angles. At 300,000 or 400,000 steps near the city wall, the Mongolian army had already continued to fire arrows at the head of the city, and some Mongolian troops had already pulled out a thick and long earth-shattering thunderbolt and began to light the fuse.

"Be careful! Shield! ”

"Dirt bags!"

"Grenadier!"

The generals of the Song army at the head of the city shouted loudly, and the arrows at the head of the city outside the city were like flying locusts, and countless earth-shattering thunderstorms flew to the head of the city and fell outside the city.

In the midst of the Mongolian army's large array, Torre Subutai and others stared at the city in the distance, and everyone's eyes widened.

Countless shields were erected, the head of the city seemed to have a roof, and countless earth-shattering thunderbolts were bounced back to the outside of the city, exploding one after another under the city walls, and the walls were shrouded in thick smoke. Only those earth-shattering thunders that exploded in the air at the head of the city could kill the Song army.

"Dirt bags!"

The earth-shattering thunder fell on the city wall, the officers concentrated and shouted loudly, the Song army officers and soldiers pressed it with several earthen bags, and then suppressed it with shields and bodies, and the earth-shaking thunder exploded one after another, but the lethality was limited, only killing and injuring several people. Some earth-shattering thunderbolts exploded as soon as they landed, and the Song army at the head of the city flew with flesh and blood, and the screams continued.

A sky-shaking thunder fell around Meng Hui, the fuse "呑呑" burned, and the guards beside Meng Heng were quick-eyed, grabbed the sky-shaking thunder and threw it out of the city, followed by a muffled sound outside the city.

"Why didn't so many earth-shattering thunderbolts explode?"

Seeing that the earth-shattering thunder was bounced back by the Song army at the head of the city, but instead fell into the city to kill and injure his own soldiers, Torrey's face was blue and his eyes were cold.

"The earth-shattering thunder has only been created not long ago, and the soldiers have not practiced enough, and when they get to the battlefield, of course this is the case."

Su Butai watched the vicious battle at the head of the city, and his heart was also beating.

What he didn't know was that the Song Army's grenadiment training was extremely strict, and in addition to countless repeated drills to ensure the accuracy of bomb throwing, it was also necessary to conduct live-ammunition training to ensure the correct use on the battlefield.

On the other hand, the Mongolian army did not go through rigorous drills, let alone live ammunition training, so that the soldiers were afraid of the earth-shaking thunder explosion, and often threw it out quickly when it was ignited, which gave the other party time to react. There are even some Mongolian soldiers who are afraid of the killing of the earth-shaking thunder, and would rather use bows and arrows to shoot than use the earth-shaking thunder on their bodies.

"Looks like we'll have to practice hard in the future!"

The commander of Torre's first army quickly understood the reason.

Just like archery on horseback, only with long-term training can you become familiar with your hands and form combat power.

"It's not that simple!"

Subutai shook his head and looked into the distance, frowning.

"The power of our army's earth-shattering thunder is not as good as that of the Song army, even in terms of quantity, it is too much worse. In terms of firearms, the Song people have greatly surpassed our army. In just a few years, fighting a war has been very different from before! ”

Torre's face immediately became gloomy.

Firearms are not as good as those of the Song people, in addition to the technical gap, there is also the scarcity of craftsmen who make firearms. It is almost impossible for a few hundred skilled craftsmen to create a large number of high-quality Megatron Thunder.

"It seems that making firearms is the same as the training of soldiers, and it is necessary to train some craftsmen, hundreds or thousands of craftsmen, in order to make more firearms, better firearms!"

Torre frowned, looked at the city in the distance, and suddenly said a fierce word.

"If you break the Xingyuan Mansion City in front of you and catch Emperor Song, then you will have everything!"

He looked around and said categorically:

"Drive those captured Song people to attack the city together! I want to see, how many firearms does the Song army have? ”

Although Hanzhong is strong and clear, there are many mountain people who are reluctant to enter the city in the surrounding mountains and forests. Under the repeated raids and plundering of the Mongolian soldiers, they were basically captured and became the martyrs of the war.

War is merciless, never believe in tears.

At the head of the city, looking at the countless Song people and the Mongolian army outside the city, Huang Xi hesitated again.

"General, what should I do with so many people?"

"What else can I do? Did they go under the walls and ignore it? ”

Meng Heng's perennial battlefield battles have long been commonplace, and his heart is as hard as iron.

"But ......"

Huang Xi was still hesitating, but Meng Heng said categorically.

"No, but! Obey military orders! ”

At this time, there is no woman's kindness. In the city behind him, the emperor was there.

"Ash Bottle!"

Countless glass ash bottles were thrown out of the city by the soldiers of the Song army, the glass ash bottles fell to the ground and shattered, the lime flew all over the sky, the outside of the city was gray, and the Mongolian troops outside the city wall covered their mouths and noses and closed their eyes.

"Earthquake Thunder!"

Outside the city, the Mongolian army hid from the lime, and Meng Heng shouted loudly.

At this time, it is a good opportunity to kill and injure the other party.

Raindrop-like iron bumps flew out of the city, and fell one after another in the crowd of Mongolian soldiers outside the city, bursting one by one, the smoke and dust outside the city rolled, the iron pieces flew wantonly, and the blood and flesh of the Mongolian army flew sideways, falling to the ground one after another, wriggling and screaming in a pool of blood.

The earth-shattering thunder was flying all over the sky, and the outside of the city was filled with thick smoke, and Torre and Subutai looked at the tragic scene of the earth-shattering thunder bombardment, and their faces were ugly.

"Song Jun's earth-shattering thunder is really different!"

The speed is not shocking to watch.

"I want to see, how many earth-shattering thunders does the Song Army have? How many more days will it last? ”

Torre's face turned pale, as if he was about to ooze water.

"Song Gou is so despicable, he will only hide in the city and not come out! If you dare to go out to fight, you will definitely kill them in a river of blood! ”

The commander of the thousand tribes, Cha Wuer, hated a sentence, and the tragic scene of the siege made him feel depressed and aggrieved.

The other commander, Tari, shook his head secretly.

The firearms of the Song army are fierce, and even if it is a field battle, I am afraid it will be very difficult to deal with. And the Xingyuan Mansion City in front of me may not be so easy to capture.

"Drums! Two thousand-person teams, dismount to help in the battle! Taridu! ”

Torre's eyes were cold, and he gave a resolute order.

The drums were dense in the Mongol array, and two thousand-man teams came out of the great array, armed with horned bows and chariot shields in front, and joined the siege battle.

"The Tatars have added two more thousand-man teams, all archers!"

Huang Xi watched carefully and reported to Meng Heng beside him.

"They may break the city! Wish for the moon! ”

Meng Hui smiled coldly and shouted loudly.

"General Cannon!"

As the fighting continued, the casualties of the Song soldiers defending the city increased day by day, reaching more than 4,000 people. In addition to the soldiers, the soldiers and civilians in the city have also gone to the city to participate in the battle, and even the emperor's 3,000 royal forest troops have been drawn out and joined the tragic city battle.

The sound of artillery continued, and the head and face smashed into the Mongolian army rolling outside the city. In the whistling sound, one by one solid iron balls smashed into the crowd of Mongolian troops, bouncing and leaping, smashing out bloody paths, shields were smashed to pieces, artillery trucks were smashed and overturned, and the Mongolian soldiers screamed and fell to the ground.

The Song army's artillery fire was fierce, the iron balls were soaring all over the sky, and the Mongolian army rolling forward had some fluctuations, they accelerated their speed, braved the artillery fire and continued to move forward, and they all entered the range of four or five hundred steps in front of the city wall.

The Mongolian army was strictly disciplined, and there was no Ming Jin to collect troops, and once they escaped from the battle, they would be mercilessly shot by the Mongolian cavalry behind. The Mongol army rushed forward with a frenzy, regardless of casualties. Seeing that the Mongolian army was still surging like a tide, Meng Heng smiled coldly and roared angrily:

"Change the shotgun!"

The heavy artillery at the head of the city was loaded with powder packs and shells, and they were quickly loaded.

"Fire!"

Plumes of smoke rose from the city, and countless iron pellets and iron bullets roared out, like a shower of rain and wind, smashing their heads and faces into the Mongolian army outside the city, the shields were torn apart, the chariots and sawdust were flying, and the blood arrows on the Mongolian army's bodies were shooting, and they fell down with wailing one by one, all outside the city.

The Mongolian army suffered countless casualties, but they fired arrows together, and the earth-shattering thunder smashed to the head of the city, taking advantage of the suspension of the Song army's offensive, one after another cloud ladders leaned against the city wall, and countless Mongolian troops with sharp blades bravely climbed the cloud ladders, and ants climbed to the top of the city.

"Pikemen!"

The Mongol army climbed up to the top of the city,

"Thorn!"

Countless spears pierced out from the city, steady and ruthless, one stab and one receiving, like poisonous snakes, countless Mongolian soldiers fell down from the city, dumplings fell down one after another, under the city wall are corpses and wounded, the wounded soldiers howl in pain under the city, no one pays attention, the corpses continue to pile up under the city wall, piled higher and higher. Outside the city, arrows rained down, shaking the sky and thundering endlessly, and the Song army continued to fall, or die or be wounded.

"Golden juice!"

Countless hot and disgusting gold juice was poured down, steaming, and the Mongolian troops on the ladder and below the city were scalded to the point that their skin and flesh were open, all screaming and squirming, and the smell of meat and the pungent stench permeated everywhere.

Following the countless rolling stones and logs smashed down, the Mongolian army under the city wall was broken one by one, and the ghosts cried wolf. Countless smoking earth-shattering thunderbolts were thrown out of the city, falling into the Mongolian army outside the city, and it was another bloody storm.

The drums are dense and inspiring; The sound of explosions continued, the Song and Mongolian sides sacrificed their lives to fight, blood was everywhere outside the city wall, corpses were stacked on top of each other, and the injured were lying between the corpses and the severed limbs, screaming helplessly, squirming and moaning.

The slanting sun veins, the cold wind, and the remnants were cast on the generals of the Mongolian army such as Torrey who were fighting outside the city, their faces were solemn, and their eyes were fixed on the tragic battle at the head of the city, and they were all silent.

The Mongolian army suffered countless casualties, still regardless of casualties, sacrificing their lives to attack the city, but under the casualties again and again, they all returned in vain, not to mention the loss of thousands of Han troops, but also the loss of hundreds of Mongolian cavalry who participated in the siege.

"Marshal, retire!"

Liu Heima's heart ached and he couldn't help it.

Today's Han army is probably not more than 2,000. Many of the proud soldiers and fierce generals in the army are probably separated forever.

Torremo was silent, looked at the generals, and whispered.

"Torre, it's getting dark, and it looks like we can't take it today. Let's fight again tomorrow. ”

"Mingjin retreats! Tomorrow, we will send another 3,000-strong team to assist the Han army, and we must break the city! ”

Torrey's military order was issued, Mingjin continued to collect troops, and the Mongolian army retreated like a tide, and Liu Heima and other Mongolian generals were relieved.

Today's fierce battle can be regarded as the past. As for tomorrow, we can only fight again.