Bang bang, the Yuan army's catapult was still bombarding.

This is not a particularly clever tactic. It is just that several catapults are placed in front of the position and are aimed at the first line of defense of the Ming army, and only aimed at such a point.

The overwhelming ice cubes made people unable to hide, but no one dared to order to retreat one after another. Because once the Ming army on the first line of defense retreated, the Yuan army under the slope would climb up by the dropping point of the catapult.

boom!

Bang!

Finally, the Ming army's artillery found its correct head. After difficulty adjusting the muzzle, a shell directly broke the opponent's catapult in the middle.

Good fight! Li Jinglong shouted excitedly, come again, aim at them and beat them hard!

Before he finished speaking, the roar of catapults and artillery sounded again on the battlefield.

Logically speaking, the artillery should be more powerful and the range is longer, but the Ming army's artillery is set up at a high place, making it difficult to adjust the muzzle at will. Moreover, if it is not fired in a flute, the gun position needs to be adjusted every time it is fired, which is a bit troublesome.

As long as the Yuan army's catapult was fixed there and the ice bombs were supplied continuously, it could carry out a cover attack on the Ming army's positions.

Just as the Yuan army continued to attack the front of the Ming army's positions, another large group of Yuan army held up their shields to the slope.

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The roar in front of the position reached the rear, and every explosion and tremor made the soldiers behind nervous.

Li Dawang and Li Xiaowai snuggled up against the chest wall to shelter the wind. Occasionally, a few pieces of broken ice bombs flew over and made a bang.

They are second-tier troops and have the responsibility to assist in defense and flanks. And if the front-tier troops cannot withstand it, they will still have to take over.

Gulugulu!

Suddenly, a few strange sounds were made in such a tense atmosphere.

The soldiers around him looked over in surprise, and Li Dawang lowered his head shyly and smiled awkwardly. The voice came from his stomach, and he was hungry.

It’s not that there is no food in the camp, but that there is not too much firewood for cooking.

It is impossible to eat a bite of hot as much as possible. So, not only is he hungry, but after a moment of screaming from his belly, the surroundings are full of rumbling sounds from his belly.

This sound also made the tense atmosphere fade a lot.

Qianhu, who led the team, was a book-reader. He listened to the call of his brothers, and said with a shaking head. He was ambitious to eat the meat of the barbarians and laughed at him and drank the blood of the Huns!

Aside, an old army asked, what does it mean?

Qianhu glanced at him and said, "You don't understand!"

Then you sing a ball! The veteran cursed and lowered his head and shrank to the side.

Qianhu looked at the veteran hatefully and suppressed the anger.

He was a Qianhu, a military officer who was a martial artist who served in the army. He naturally liked Shangguan very much, and he was sensible and sensible. But in the eyes of the soldiers, such officers were a bit out of touch with them and had no contribution, so they were just respectful for their face.

Hungry.........? Li Xiaowai whispered in Dawang's ear, then looked around first, and secretly took out a large piece from his arms. It was not frozen yet, but it seemed that he had brought his temperature with the cake.

Pancake? Li Dawang looked at the oily pancake in his hands and swallowed.

This thing is a good thing in the army now.

Eat.........Eat! Li Xiaowai tilted his head and grunted for a long time, not enough... and........... There is!

Where does the absolute fairness come from in the world? There is no real fairness! People, from birth to death, have to be divided into different levels.

Ordinary soldiers can't satisfy themselves if they want to open their stomachs and eat hot meals a day, but the Li family's servants also have pancakes to eat!

Moreover, the pancake is obviously baked with meat oil, and there are granular oil residues on the pancake.

Li Dawang swallowed again, tearing his dirty hands halfway. Then he hit his companion beside him with his shoulders, and handed the pancake over in the other party's surprised and surprised eyes.

Brother, that’s all, one bite by one person! Li Dawang said, and took a bite of the cake in his hand with satisfaction.

The veteran who received the cake smiled and took a bite and then handed it to others. Everyone bites it lightly, just tasted it gently.

Seeing this, Li Xiaowai was very anxious and gave it to you...

Eat the cake! Li Dawang smiled and stuffed the remaining small piece of cake into the other person's mouth. Then, he patted the other person's shoulders. They were all brothers, so how could they eat alone! As he said that, he licked his fingers.

It seemed that the cake was a little choking. Li Dawang swallowed with difficulty in his throat, then stood up, took a handful of snow from the side and stuffed it into his mouth.

The coldness of ice and snow made him fight all over. He wanted to retreat to shelter from the wind, but his eyes were frozen at the foot of the mountain on his side.

In the middle of the ice-filled slope, several figures crawled quickly. They seemed to have iron nails that could hook the ice surface on their hands and feet, making a crackling sound when climbing.

Huh!

A slight sound of breaking through the air came, and several black iron hooks were thrown directly from the waists of the people on the slope and hung on the chest wall of the Ming army's position. Then, a long rope went down from the waists of the people.

Such a sound was almost slim on the battlefield full of explosions and shouts. Moreover, the flanking positions here were all at the front, and no one expected that the Tartars would come around here.

Guru, Li Dawang swallowed his saliva and quietly retracted his head.

Then he pushed away the digging beside him and slowly came to his Qianhu, whispering, "Boss, the Tartars came up, just hung a hook on the wall, and wanted to climb up along the rope!"

Really? You didn't fucking say it earlier! Qianhu changed his color and drew his sword directly, brother...

Before Qianhu could finish his words, the veteran huddled down next to him held Qianhu's hand and stared at Dawang and asked, how many people?

There were not many people, and there were probably hundreds of them all over the sky! Dawang said in contemplation, but the armor on these Tartars was better.

The old method of the Tartars is to attack from the front and side! The veteran smiled and looked at Qianhu, sir, since they came secretly, we will attack secretly and give them a ruthless move!

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Crack, Crack! Crack, Crack!

A series of black ropes were nailed to the slope, and the front end was an iron hook fixed to the top of the slope. After being fixed, the Yuan army below quickly straightened the ropes.

Immediately afterwards, the fierce and dying elite Yuan army, holding scimitars and wearing nail shoes, pulling ropes with both hands, and climbing up one by one.

Gradually, they were getting closer and closer to the Ming army's position.

Looking at the slope, the climbing Yuan army was getting closer and closer, and the Ming army was so nervous that their palms were sweating.

At this time, they graduated from martial arts, had no experience in war, lacked experience, and were only exposed in all kinds of shortcomings of talking about war on paper. And they also committed the most taboo, panic!

Qianhu's Adam's apple couldn't help but suck and kept thinking about how to deal with it.

Should I send someone to notify Shangguan?

Should I find reinforcements?

He thought in a panic in his mind, but saw the veterans beside him smiling and looking at the Yuan army climbing up happily.

What to do? Qianhu asked in a low voice.

The veteran looked at him, what should he do?

Thousands of households are stuck, didn’t you say that you would give them a ruthless one?

Ah! The veteran nodded and said, isn’t it time yet?

Almost climbed up? Qianhu suppressed his anger.

The veteran smiled slightly, how many fur are you anxious?

You! Thousand Houses are furious, I am your Thousand Houses!

Ang! The veteran rolled his eyes, ignored Qianhu, and continued to stare at the Yuan army that was about to climb up.

Suddenly, Qianhu was so angry that he was half-hearted. But the battle was about to happen, and he could not offend these hob meats in the army.

Get ready! Suddenly, the veteran whispered.

Then, he looked down, waved his hand quickly, and whispered, falling down!

A few soldiers next to him who were as qualified as him quickly picked up a few wooden barrels, then quietly opened the plug, raised it over his head, and followed the enemy's rope. Let the liquid in the barrel flow down the rope.

Hum? Qianhu's eyes are certain, his nose moves, and tinea oil?

The climbing Yuan army suddenly felt wet and uncomfortable, and raised their heads suddenly, and saw that black liquid was flowing down the rope quickly along the ropes on their heads and in the gaps between the Ming army's chest wall. In an instant, their hands, armor, and ropes were full of this sticky thing.

Moreover, these liquids followed the ropes and almost all the climbing Yuan army.

This is? The Yuan Jun at the front felt a little confused and smelled the liquid, which had a pungent smell.

Suddenly, his face showed horror and shouted loudly, "High-tempered turmeric!"

The next second, before he could call the police, several torches fell down.

call!

When the wind blew, the ropes hanging over the Yuan army suddenly turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Moreover, the sea of ​​fire quickly turned into fire dragons along the rope, swallowing the Yuan army on the rope.

Caught off guard, many Yuan soldiers rolled down on the slope. The people at the bottom had just rolled down the flames on their bodies on the snow, and rolled down on them, and their companions with the flames pressed against them again.

Roll the bucket down!

Behind the chest wall, the Ming army veteran shouted.

Several oil barrels filled with tinder oil had been opened and rolled down the slope and crashed into the crowd of enemy soldiers rolling on the ground.

Buzz!
To be continued...