At the cost of Yang Hua's life, the Song army found a way to restrain the Louqi and blocked the follow-up Jurchen soldiers from going to the city. However, a large number of Jurchen soldiers had already rushed to the top of the city and started a bloody fight with the Song army soldiers. There were still a thousand soldiers under the city.
Many Jurchen soldiers entered Bucheng.
Wanyan Wulu saw it clearly and immediately ordered: "Support twenty siege ladders!"
Hundreds of puppet soldiers rushed over carrying siege ladders. One after another siege ladders were set up on the top of the city. The Jurchen soldiers climbed up the city and suddenly threw several barrels of burning gunpowder from the top of the city and fell into the crowd.
Gunpowder barrels exploded continuously, several siege ladders were blown apart, and hundreds of soldiers were knocked to the ground. The strong shock wave and explosion caused nearly a hundred casualties.
However, a few barrels of gunpowder could not change the situation of the siege. More and more Jurchen soldiers rushed to the top of the city. The Song army on the top of the city was already at a comprehensive disadvantage. The casualties were increasing, and they were no longer less than a hundred people.
In desperation, Chen Qing kicked the jar of kerosene to pieces, causing the kerosene to splash everywhere. Chen Qing then threw the torch into the kerosene.
"boom!"
The flames burned rapidly on the top of the city. Luo Gan suddenly woke up and led other soldiers to smash nearly a hundred pots of kerosene. Black kerosene poured out one after another and filled the city head. Flames instantly covered the city head, and
Hundreds of bundles of wheat straw were ignited, turning the city into a sea of flames.
Chen Qing shouted: "Retreat! Retreat!"
He fought a bloody road and retreated to the entrance of the corridor with dozens of soldiers. The 400 Song troops at the two entrances, led by Yang Yuanqing, resisted the Jurchen soldiers' attack on the city.
The top of the city was full of burning and screaming soldiers. Countless Jurchen soldiers couldn't stand the barbecue of the fire. They were covered in fire and rolled and climbed the city ladder to escape.
At this time, a Song soldier who was covered in fire rushed out, pointed at the northeast corner and cried: "Luo Dutou is still on the city!"
Chen Qing roared, turned over and rushed into the fire. He rushed over in one breath. The fire was slightly smaller in the northeast. Luo Gan was covered in blood and was covering several injured Song soldiers as they retreated. In the thick smoke, ten people
Several Jurchen soldiers held swords in their hands and stared at him like a pack of wolves.
Chen Qing rushed forward and swung his spear to kill several people. The remaining Jurchen soldiers retreated after seeing his incomparable bravery.
Luo Gan was seriously injured, Chen Qing picked him up and rushed towards the corridor...
Chen Qing rushed to the city and slowly put Luo Gan down. Luo Gan not only had more than a dozen cuts on his body and was bleeding profusely, but was also severely burned by the fire. His hair was gone and his chest was heaving violently. He looked like he was dying.
He used his last strength to grab Chen Qing's hand and said with difficulty: "No matter... no matter what, we have to hold on... hold on..."
He let go of his hand and passed away.
Tears flowed down Chen Qing's face. He closed Luo Gan's wide eyes with his hands, and a string of hot tears flowed down his face. "Don't worry, unless the enemy steps over my body!"
Chen Qing stood up, wiped away his tears and ordered: "Vice General Yang, throw all the remaining kerosene into the city!"
........
The fire was raging into the sky above the city of Jianxiaoguan, and there were no more living soldiers. More than a thousand Jurchen soldiers also retreated hundreds of steps away, staring blankly at the five bombed-out buildings and carriages, as well as the sky full of fire and light above the city.
Thick smoke.
Wanyan Wulu looked at the blazing flames on the top of the city in shock. His eyes fell on the city gate again. The city gate was scorched and hung in tatters on the city gate.
"Can the city gate be attacked?" Wanyan Wulu turned around and asked.
Commander Wan Yanhui said quickly: "Marshal Qi, there is a large stone weighing tens of thousands of kilograms stuck at the city gate and cannot be pulled out. There is also a large stone blocking the gap inside, and then there are thousands of sandbags...
..."
"I'm just asking you if you can attack?" Wanyan Wulu interrupted Wanyanhui with an angry roar.
"Report to Marshal, no attack!"
Wanyan Wulu clenched his fists and snorted heavily. He looked at the sky and said to everyone: "I believe that the opponent's fuel has been exhausted. After dark, hold the torch for me and continue to attack the city. Before noon tomorrow,
I must capture Guancheng!"
...........
Five soldiers of the Song Army won the death lottery. Chen Qing judged that the enemy would still fight at night, and they could use the cover of night to blow up the enemy's buildings and vehicles.
The threat to them is too great. Blow up close to the city wall may not be successful. It is best to blow them up first.
Chen Qing said to the five dead soldiers: "Fighting at night is very chaotic. If you are more alert, you have a great chance of surviving. Regardless of whether you survive or not, I will reward you heavily!"
The five Song soldiers nodded silently. In front of them were five gunpowder barrels. The gunpowder barrels were not big and could only hold five kilograms and could be carried on their backs.
“Let’s go after dark!”
.........
At night, tens of thousands of Jurchen soldiers held up torches and illuminated their arrows like daylight. The sound of war drums was earth-shattering and the horns were wailing. Jurchen soldiers and puppet soldiers rushed up one after another like a tide. Wanyan Ulu committed the last sixty battles.
The siege ladder and the last five tower carts are also on standby, ready to storm the city.
The flames on the top of the city had long been extinguished and the burnt corpses had been cleaned up. Yang Yuanqing took the lead and led 300 soldiers to rejoin the battle. General Chen Qing was responsible for commanding the overall battle and ordered Zheng Ping to lead 50 people to support the team.
The rolling logs and stones on the top of the city fell like hailstones. Soldiers kept screaming and fell down the city. Jurchen soldiers kept rushing to the top of the city, and were killed by the heroic Song army...
The ten tiger shooters were still lying in ambush on the wall in front of the horses, constantly shooting at the strong enemy generals or soldiers with their divine arm crossbows.
"Commander, please call for help from the third defensive position on the east side!"
A thin soldier stumbled over and shouted. Chen Qing recognized him. He turned out to be Du Min, a scholar who wrote letters to the soldiers. He also put on armor and held a short spear. He was injured and his face looked pale.
Pale and covered in blood.
"Hel him down and stop the bleeding!"
Chen Qing ordered the medical soldiers to take Du Min down. He turned around and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Old Zheng, support the third defensive position to the east!"
From the early morning battle until now, Chen Qing's voice has already become hoarse.
Zheng Ping led fifty soldiers to rush to the third defensive position in the east, which was the position where the Jurchens were attacking. A dozen powerful Jurchens had already rushed to the top of the city. The Song army escort guarding this position had been killed, leaving only
The next seven or eight soldiers were killed and retreated steadily, and the situation was extremely critical.
Zheng Ping roared, rushed up with fifty soldiers, and in one go, killed more than a dozen Jurchen soldiers into the city.
There was also a crisis at the fifteenth defensive position in the west. A Jurchen centurion wearing heavy armor stood on the battlements, looking like a huge black bear, holding a mace and sweeping across the heads of the Song army. More than a dozen
The head of a Song soldier was smashed.
The three tiger shooters all shot at him, but the Jurchen Centurion was unaware of it, as if he had not been hit by the arrow at all.
Chen Qing was so anxious that he picked up a short spear and threw it hard. The short spear drew a line of lightning, "Poof!" The short spear penetrated the Jurchen centurion's helmet and head. The centurion looked up to the sky and screamed, and fell backwards.
Go down.
Although he was dead, dozens of Jurchen soldiers under his command had already rushed to the city, and they were all extremely fierce.
"follow me!"
Chen Qing held a shield in his hand, grabbed a big ax and rushed forward, followed by more than a dozen of his men.
This gap has been opened by the Jurchens, and a steady stream of enemy troops are pouring towards the city. Chen Qing must first cut off the enemy's way to the city.
He rushed to the ladder and struck hard with his shield. A Jurchen soldier who had just climbed to the top of the city screamed and fell down.
"Cover me!" Chen Qing yelled hoarsely.
A dozen soldiers behind him rushed forward and withstood the counterattack of a group of Jurchen soldiers on the top of the city.
Chen Qing used his shield to hold back the enemy soldiers who were climbing up. He saw that the rungs of the siege ladder had been replaced with iron and he could only deal with the handrails. Chen Qing raised his ax and struck it three times in a row. 'Crack!' The handrails.
After being chopped off, the siege ladder shook violently. Several Jurchen soldiers could not stand and fell down the city one after another.
He then cut off the handrail on the other side and pulled and pushed hard. The siege ladder lost its center of gravity and fell sideways. More than a dozen Jurchen soldiers screamed and jumped down the city.
Chen Qing felt pain in his left shoulder and was hit by a cold arrow. Then he was hit by an arrow in his lower back. He was hit by two arrows in a row. The Jurchens were already staring at him.
He endured the severe pain of two arrow wounds, picked up a spear, roared, and killed dozens of Jurchen soldiers on the top of the city...
There was a sudden explosion on the battlefield, and a truck five hundred steps away tipped over and fell.
Before the Jin soldiers could react, the other four trucks exploded one after another, or the chassis was blown up, or blown into two pieces. This was something that none of the Jin soldiers expected. The Song army leader actually sent people down to the city to destroy it.
Got the car.
Wanyan Wulu was so angry that he immediately ordered all the siege ladders to be thrown into the city, and another three thousand troops to be thrown in. Jianxiao Pass must be captured by noon, otherwise all the siege soldiers will be killed!
'Boom! Boom! Boom!'
The sound of war drums continued all night, and the attacking Jin soldiers wave after wave, desperately attacking Guancheng.
The Song army on the city wall fought bloody battles, and the six hundred soldiers were united in the city. They never took a step back until the last moment of their lives.
The fierce siege battle lasted from midnight to dawn, and from dawn to noon. The Jin soldiers successively invested 3,000 Jurchen soldiers and 3,000 puppet soldiers, causing more than 4,000 casualties. Under the city, corpses piled up like mountains, and blood flowed like rivers.
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Six hundred Song troops spent their lives to rebuild Guancheng. Most of them were killed, leaving less than two hundred people. Everyone was injured, but Jianxiao Pass still stood proudly, and the Tuanlong flag of the Song Dynasty still fluttered in the bloody wind.
Above Guancheng.
Wanyan Wulu's order to capture Jianjun Pass before noon was once again shattered. Wanyan Wulu's eyes turned red and he roared: "Put in another five thousand Jurchen soldiers and fight them into the city!"
"Marshal, the siege ladder has been exhausted!"
Wanyan Wulu went crazy. He looked at the five damaged carriages and shouted: "Liyuan County has recruited two thousand craftsmen to build two hundred siege ladders before dark. All of them will be killed a moment later!"
The generals around him couldn't bear it anymore, and a Jurchen general hugged him, "Marshal, calm down first. Even if we take Guancheng at night, we won't have time to go to Sangguan, and we will lose the lives of our brothers in vain!"
Wanyan Wulu drew his sword and became furious, "Asshole! How dare you disobey my order!"
At this moment, a cavalryman rushed over, holding up a letter and shouting from a distance: "Urgent report from Pingliang Mansion!"
Wanyan Wulu took the letter and looked at it carefully. The content inside immediately stunned him, and the letter fell to the ground.
There is only one sentence on it: 'Monk Yuan Jin's soldiers were defeated miserably, and their coach Wanyan Weili was killed in battle!'
