There were no loud shouts of death, no loud sounds of gongs and drums. Starting early in the morning, the refugees outside the city began to come in waves towards the city wall.
The old and the weak are still in the front, but behind the old and the weak, there are also waves of young people, and there are even people with weapons among them.
It's just that these people were very careful to stay out of the range of bows and arrows, waving their weapons, threatening or encouraging the refugees to come down to the city wall to die. In fact, their instigation and threats were not needed at all, and they watched in silence one after another.
The refugees rushing in front, no matter old, weak or young, all seemed to be insensitive living dead. In their eyes, except for the moat, there was probably no room for other people and things.
The old and the weak threw themselves into the moat one after another, taking with them the loess they could bring. Under the kerosene slope on the top of the city, the people behind the wall of fire immediately retreated. When the fire weakened slightly, the new refugees brought the loess.
, rushed up again.
The heating rate of the kerosene on top of the city finally failed to match the speed at which the people below the city were brave enough to die. In the end, in order to keep the fire going, plates of kerosene were poured down the city before they even had time to heat up.
What's even worse is that in the other direction, the same routine of the refugees is also going on at the same time. Every official in Yan'an Prefecture feels chilled in his heart when he sees the situation in front of him.
The unorganized and uncommanded refugee group was already a force that Yan'an Prefecture was unable to deal with, and the refugees in front of them were clearly being consolidated and controlled by someone. At this moment, the company's troops were divided into two main groups to attack and feign attacks. The threat of Yan'an Prefecture's city being destroyed suddenly increased.
has increased.
Throughout the morning, at least a thousand people fell under the city wall, and kerosene was finally no longer the most powerful defense method for Yan'an Mansion. The corpses and loess lying under the city were only one person high from the city wall.
The soldiers on the top of the city could even clearly see the indifferent faces that rushed in front of them.
Nanhaiwei finally began to join the war.
Compared with the spears in the hands of the young men of Yan'an Prefecture, the spears in the hands of Nanhaiwei are longer. Any figure who tries to approach the city wall and climb up will often have to face the waiting of two or three spears - in the section of the city wall where the refugees concentrate their attacks,
The number and density of the defenders on the city are no worse than those of the refugees!
The young men of Yan'an Prefecture were basically of no use at this time. In fact, many people watched the refugees rush over one by one without fear of death, and then died in front of them.
I feel that, however, watching ten, hundreds, or hundreds of such lives disappear in front of them and turn into corpses, these young and strong people did not collapse and flee on the spot, but were able to withdraw in an orderly manner, which is considered a success.
Not bad.
The refugees in the distance came up again in a dark mass, and this time, there were more people holding weapons in the crowd.
"It's now!"
The order was passed down from Jiang Wan's mouth, and Feng Wanli shouted at the crenellations. The soldiers near the crenellations of the entire city wall suddenly moved out of the way, and then began to gather neatly into teams one by one, with cold spear points.
He stood up sideways and faced the refugees who were climbing in with weapons in front of him.
"Don't kill if you drop your weapons, don't kill if you drop your weapons!"
The soldiers roared in unison. Li Zicheng, who rushed in first, looked at the neatly arranged officers and soldiers in front of him. After a little hesitation, he heard a familiar voice shouting loudly from behind the officers and soldiers: "Brother Li."
, drop your weapons and kneel down on one side, don’t let the officers and soldiers misunderstand!”
Li Zicheng dropped the knife in his hand, took a few steps forward without hesitation, and knelt down with a thud. The brothers who followed him behind him also followed suit.
However, the officers and soldiers seemed to ignore their actions. After a short pause, a row of long guns rushed towards them.
Li Zicheng closed his eyes, feeling slightly regretful. How could the officers and soldiers trust him? He was a thief at the moment!
The screams sounded again, but it was from behind him. He opened his eyes and saw a group of officers and soldiers rushing over. Two people were waiting for each other, dragging his brothers aside, and those facing him
The spears they came over had now crossed the crenel they had just given way to, and were blocked again.
"This won't work, there are too many thieves!"
Li Zicheng shouted loudly, and before he could finish his words, an earth-shattering roar sounded in his ears, immediately drowning all their words.
He stared blankly at the white clouds of smoke rising from the city wall, and at the refugees who seemed not to know what death was. They fell down from the city wall and from the pile of corpses one by one as if they had been struck by lightning.
.
One by one, in rows, in groups!
Even now that he was being pushed down and tied up, he didn't react at all. There was only one thought in his mind - if he hadn't jumped into the city wall just now, if he had been outside just now...
The roar was continuous and seemed to have no end, mixed with the shouts of officers and soldiers. He turned around with some difficulty and saw rows of officers and soldiers, carrying weapons he had never seen before, walking to the edge of the crenel, and then
There was white smoke and loud noises directed outside.
These officers and soldiers did not seem to care whether their weapons were effective or not. Once they finished their actions, they retreated without hesitation. Another row of officers and soldiers who had been prepared for a long time stepped forward and repeated what they had just done.
action.
He tried hard to stand up. He wanted to see the situation outside the city wall, but he was held down fiercely. He turned his head angrily, and all he saw were these strange and young faces.
, and behind these faces, the only face he was familiar with was walking towards him with a bit of panic and anxiety.
The soldiers dragged him and his brothers down, and the roaring in his ears continued. He did not struggle, and neither did his brothers. He knew that Wang Er, who probably saw all this from a distance,
, seeing the movement on the city wall, I had long thought that he, like everyone else, had died under the city wall!
He looked at Bu Zhan Ni, who forced a smile to him. He felt much relieved. At least Bu Zhan Ni was here and he was not dead. He thought that his plan to surrender to the army should have been successful.
I just don’t know what kind of troops this Yan’an Prefecture has.
He suddenly felt a little sad for those who died outside the city. If the officers and soldiers had taken out their powerful weapons early yesterday, at least there would not have been so many people dying here today. And Wang Er,
Nor would he think that these unarmed refugees could occupy a city guarded by such a force of officers and soldiers.
"What a thief!"
He cursed harshly in a low voice, not sure whether he was cursing the world or that bastard...