After hearing the words of the commander, Du Si Huang Jinggong immediately turned to look at Xiaobijia Mountain and saw a thick black smoke rising from the observation deck on the top of the mountain.
Huang Jinggong couldn't help being shocked. He staggered and almost fell down on the spot. Fortunately, the armor commander who had just reminded him held him up, so he didn't make a fool of himself in front of everyone.
"Huang Dusi, everyone will listen to you on what we should do."
Commander A was the first to express his attitude. It seemed that he did not agree with Ma Shaoyu's order to burn the food and grass.
Huang Jinggong also had a look of anger on his face, and he said angrily: "That's nonsense, we managed to get so much food and grass, but it will be destroyed in the hands of our brothers!"
"Who says it's not true? Isn't this all in vain?" The commander also had a look of indignation on his face.
"well!"
But Huang Jinggong could see further than he did. He looked at the overpass in front of him, sighed, and said: "This battle is so fucking useless. We have to burn the good food ourselves."
The commander next to him also looked regretful and asked: "What should we do? Should we burn it or not?"
Huang Jinggong punched the stone wall beside him and said in a deep voice: "Burn, we must burn. We can't leave so much food to the Tatars."
He turned around and looked at you, Commander-in-Chief, with firm eyes, and said: "The Tatars can't be so cheap. You lead people to spread the word. Without our military order, no one is allowed to light fires and burn food first."
Huang Jinggong turned his head and looked at an important granary site on Bijia Mountain, and said: "We must guard it for a while. If things turn around, wouldn't it be a pity to lose all this food."
The commander also shouted in a deep voice: "Follow the order. We will take people to spread the message everywhere. We will not follow the military orders here, and we will never light a fire."
Huang Jinggong grabbed him and warned: "Currently, all warehouses are piled with sulfur and other fire-starting materials. Even if there is no order from this general, but the Tatars are approaching, we must immediately light fires to burn food."
We must not leave this much food to the Tatars!"
"yes."
Looking at the back of the armor commander running away, Huang Jinggong stared with a pair of blood-red eyes and shouted loudly: "Brothers, we are going to fight with the Tatars today. We can't let the Tatars conquer Bijia Mountain in vain.
Take it."
"Fight with the Tatars... fight... fight..."
Huang Jinggong waited for everyone to shout for a while before he stopped everyone's roar and asked the people around him: "Have all the hay, sulfur and other materials between the stone walls in front been filled in properly?"
After receiving a positive answer, he shouted: "Brothers, prepare your guns, cannons, bows and arrows. After the Tatars rush into the fourth stone wall, let's give him a roasted tartar first."
After a while, the attacking Tatars climbed over the third stone wall. The front row of them were all sword and shield soldiers, holding large shields in their left hands, and most of their right hands were waist knives, short axes and other close-quarter weapons.
There were more than ten steps between the stone walls built by the Ming army defending the island. After climbing over the third stone wall, they could clearly feel that the firepower of the Ming army seemed to be much weaker in an instant.
They all thought it was because the defenders were timid and were about to give up the defense. They never thought that the Ming army still had a backup plan.
They screamed and continued to rush forward. Against the muskets and bows and arrows of the Ming army's defenders, they quickly attacked the fourth stone wall. Facing the chest-high stone wall, they naturally would not
He turned over and handed his back to the Ming army as a target.
I saw the Tatar soldiers rushing in the front row squatting and kneeling in front of the stone wall. They gathered the shields of their left hands on their heads. At the same time, they stood on the ground with short weapons in their hands to prop up their shields, and shouted loudly: "Up!"
They saw the Tatars behind them standing up their shields in front of them, protecting their heads, faces and chests and running with great strides. They stepped on the shields raised by the Tatars in front, and with the help of their upward lifting force, they jumped up.
He leaped over the chest-high stone wall.
After landing, they rolled forward for some distance before standing upright to leave a foothold for the Tatars who crossed the stone wall behind them. At the same time, they raised a large shield in front of them to block the sparse bullets of the defenders.
and bows and arrows.
Just like this, waves of Tatars climbed over the stone wall, and they were about to follow the same example and continue to climb over the fifth stone wall. If they continued to do this, I am afraid that it would not take more than a quarter of an hour for the overpass defense line to be broken through by the Tatars.
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However, the Ming army guard Ningyuan Dusi Jinggong was very calm. He stood on a large rock and looked at the battle on the overpass defense line in front. He kept loudly ordering the guards to shoot guns and shoot arrows without any trace of panic or panic.
He suddenly shouted loudly: "Get ready for rockets."
Several messengers around Huang Jinggong immediately shouted in unison: "Rockets are ready... Rockets... are being prepared..."
I saw the guards who were shooting muskets and archery in front of them were in a hurry. They put many arrows wrapped in oil cloth into the groups of bonfires, and in just a moment the bonfires were in full bloom.
As they watched, the Tatar soldiers in front had easily climbed over the fifth stone wall and were rushing towards the sixth stone wall. However, the seventh stone wall was slightly shorter and was not enough to stop the Tatar attack.
If it breaks through the sixth stone wall, it will be equivalent to announcing the loss of the entire overpass defense line. If this is true, it will also mean the loss of the entire Beacon Mountain grain storage area.
At this moment, the guard general Du Si Jinggong shouted: "Set arrows, shoot rockets!"
Following a burst of urgent shouts and orders, rockets soared into the sky, and depending on the arm strength of the archer, they landed in the space between the fourth to sixth stone walls on the overpass defense line in front.
Arrows flew up one after another, and the flames on the arrows looked particularly dazzling in the afterglow of the setting sun!
However, unless such arrows have other ulterior motives, these arrows alone are almost impossible to hurt the heavily armored Tatar soldiers.
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The Tatars cooperated very well and their offensive was extremely fierce. They broke through the defense lines of the defenders one after another and saw the last stone wall in front of them.
Moreover, this stone wall was not even as high as their waists. It seemed that they could jump over it by running over and leaping hard. Now that they saw victory in sight, the Tatars were even more excited. They roared loudly and moved forward.
Dash.
But just when the Tatars were about to break through the last stone wall, they saw flaming arrows flying out from the garrison position opposite, which surprised them.
You should know that this kind of rocket is actually an ordinary arrow with the arrowhead removed, wrapped in linen or oilcloth, and stained with some grease. Before shooting, it only needs to be passed over a torch or bonfire to ignite the arrowhead.
However, this kind of rocket can hardly cause effective damage to Tatars wearing heavy armor. Even on other battlefields, they are often used to ignite tents or other flammable objects.
Suddenly, the Tatar soldiers seemed to have some enlightenment. As soon as the red flag was drawn, Shiku smelled a strange smell. Before that, he had not paid much attention to it because he had been charging forward fiercely.
But when he saw the rocket flying in the sky, he immediately thought of this. He looked down at the ground with a face full of horror, and exclaimed loudly: "Sulfur...it's sulfur!"
His shout was actually more powerful than the hundreds of rockets flying in the sky. The Tatar soldiers, who were still looking up at the rockets in the sky, instantly ran away as if their camp had been blown up.
But now that things have come to this, how can we escape?
Except for the Tatar soldiers who were running at the front, they rushed forward and jumped over the last stone wall, but the remaining two hundred or so Tatar thieves were unable to escape.
As the rockets fell one after another, flames soared into the sky, and the sulfur, saltpeter, and a small amount of gunpowder hidden in the dead branches of dry grass caused bursts of explosions.
Large groups of sparks exploded, shining with dazzling light under the reflection of the setting sun, just like fireworks at a festival, which made people feel intoxicated.
But the Tatars who are now in it have no intention of enjoying this rare beauty!
From the third stone wall to the sixth stone wall, this section of nearly forty steps long and twenty steps wide instantly turned into a sea of fire.
As bursts of "crackling" sounds of explosions were heard, the raging fire burned more and more fiercely, and the thick smoke billowed, not to mention that the nearly two hundred Tatars inside who could not escape were bound to die.
Even the Tatars behind who had not rushed forward were sweating profusely from the raging fire. The dozen or so Tatars in the front row who could not stop the car rushed directly into the fire. Fortunately, they reacted quickly.
They retreated in time, but despite this, many parts of their bodies were ignited by fire, which made them all roll on the ground in fright.
After the space between the stone walls was ignited, a wall of fire rose up that stretched for more than forty steps. The Tatar soldiers behind were completely blocked and could no longer attack Beacon Mountain.
They were even forced back more than thirty steps by the blazing heat generated by the burning wall of fire. The retreating Tatars and the advancing Tatars were crowded together, making it appear very chaotic, but no one cursed or shouted.
Everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them, and also shocked by the tragic situation of the Tatar soldiers inside the wall of fire. Everyone was dumbfounded.
They looked at the individual figures burning in the fire and couldn't help but retreat slowly. They were all frightened and secretly glad that they were not the ones being burned by the raging fire at the moment.
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"Asshole!"
Manzhou Zhenghongqi Gushanzhenmandahai looked at the end of the overpass, filled with resentment in his heart. Seeing that he was about to attack Bijiashan Island and rob the Ming army's food and grass, he finally won it one step ahead of Duoduo.
When he was excited at this time, he saw fire rising into the sky over there. The raging flames instantly extinguished Man Dahai's ambition, and the billowing black smoke seemed to swallow him up together.
Mandahai jumped up in anger and shouted: "Quickly, put out the fire, put out the fire, put out the fire quickly."
He was anxious, naturally thinking of extinguishing the fire here as soon as possible so that he could capture Bijia Mountain and rob the Ming army of food and grass. But how could he put out the fire when it was so fierce and windy at the seaside?
However, fortunately, this section of the overpass is only twenty or thirty steps wide, and only the ten or so steps in the middle are relatively dry. The two sides are affected by the waves, and the fire disappears and appears.
In fact, the fire on this overpass is the most difficult to sustain. After all, it is all bare sand and gravel. It only relies on the weeds and dead branches that have just been laid, supplemented by sulfur, saltpeter and other substances, to burn so vigorously.
But the wind helps the fire, and a strong fire also means that it cannot last long. With such a fire, I believe it will burn out in a short time, but how can Mandahai afford to wait?
Although he still does not know that Jia Lazhangjing Emuqi has been defeated and killed in the battle, he also knows that if he cannot break Bijia Mountain for a while, the chance will be slim when reinforcements from the Ming Dynasty arrive.
How could he be willing to accept this when he was already determined to win it!
But what can he do if he is unwilling?
On Bijia Mountain on the other side of the overpass, about ten bales of hay flew in the air, and after crossing the stone wall, they fell into the fire. The dry firewood encountered the fierce fire again, making the already strong fire even more energetic.
Looking at the fire over there, it became fierce again. Man Dahai's heart was bleeding. He couldn't accept it for a moment and felt unusually depressed in his chest.
At this moment, I suddenly saw hundreds of riders rushing back from the north. They all looked very embarrassed, as if they had just suffered a defeat.
Several of the horsemen galloped all the way, and when they got close, they loudly reported: "Manda Haigu Mountain has been defeated. Many southern troops, including Emu Qijiala, have also died in the battle."
Suddenly, Mandahai felt his throat itchy, then his tongue felt sweet, a fishy smell emerged from his chest, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth!
Sitting on his horse, the shaky Mandahai was supported by a Mongolian general from the outer vassal beside him, and he managed to regain his balance.
After he sat down again, he couldn't help but straighten up and look towards the north. He saw a vast field of red flags flashing before his eyes, and he couldn't estimate how many Ming troops were coming.
Man Dahai cursed loudly: "Idiots, you are not as good as a pig or a dog. You can't even deal with a few bright dogs. What use do I want from you?"
After he cursed a few times, he felt that his energy was a bit out of control. At the same time, there was another stabbing sensation in his throat, and he couldn't help but cough loudly.
As time passed, the Ming cavalry running from the north got closer and closer, and at the same time, the Tatar cavalry that had just fled in all directions also gathered back.
Man Dahai also regained his senses at this moment. He glared angrily and asked in a deep voice: "How many men and horses does Ming Gou have? He actually killed you and defeated you."
The Tatar who came back to report the news was another Lazhang Jingtaktu with a red flag. When he saw Mandahai asking about the number of Ming soldiers and horses, he knew that he would not take responsibility for their defeat for the time being.
At that moment, he immediately replied: "Manda Haigu Mountain, this southern army has five or six thousand people, and they are all horse soldiers. They are even more ferocious than the Liao soldiers. The most annoying thing is their hand cannons.
The kind of guy who just raises his hand and strikes, many of our warriors have been killed by that hand cannon."
"Hand cannon?"
Mandahai looked suspicious and asked: "Are there really five or six thousand bright dog and horse soldiers?"
"If you lend me eight heads, you don't dare to deceive Master Gushan."
Taktu seemed to be afraid that Mandahai would not believe it, and added: "Taktu also saw it with his own eyes. This southern army is well-armored and fights fiercely. One of their teams even has armor on their horses."
"He must be the bright dog of Xuanfu."
Man Dahai said bitterly. He seemed to be unwilling to accept it. He turned his head and looked towards Beacon Mountain. The blazing flame seemed to be extinguished.
But the opportunity has been missed. Even if the fire there is extinguished now, it will burn for a long time and the warriors will not be able to get through it. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "What a pity!"