Thousands of slaves howled and rushed towards the city wall. The red-clothed bandits followed behind the slaves. They divided into dozens of people and aimed their bows and arrows at the battlements at the attack position.
Several cannons were fired over the city, and white smoke rose into the sky. It was almost impossible to tell whether there were hits among the crowd of rogue bandits.
When the tide of fighting reached the bottom of the city, countless bamboo ladders were erected, and the top poles of the crenels were stretched out. The two sides began to wrestle again. The bandits carrying the ladder howled at the top of their lungs and pushed the bamboo ladder forward with all their strength.
Some bamboo ladders increase the slope and do not need hooks to hang on the battlements. Instead, they are directly supported on the outer wall, so that the city head cannot withstand it. However, it is more difficult to go up the city. Once the bamboo ladder is stable, you can hold it.
The dagger's servant began to climb the ladder.
Behind the bamboo ladder were the servants carrying the tables. The tables were very heavy and had something spread on them. They arrived later than the bamboo ladder. Hundreds of tables were attached to the base of the wall one after another.
The chief supervising the battle shouted, "With two bricks each person can return to the camp and sleep high, with food and drink!"
Amidst the shouting, the servants got under the table one after another and began to use iron picks and drills to dig out the wall bricks. Many people did not have iron tools, but only held a sharp wooden stick and used the sharp end to dig into the gaps.
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A gong sounded from the top of the city, and the shouts of killing on the walls were like thunder. Countless guards flashed out from the gaps in the battlements, and the medicine crossbowmen fired crossbow arrows at the following servants. Stones and ash cans fell like raindrops, and the servants under the bamboo ladder
Yang held up his shield to block the rocks, and those that hit the table made a banging sound.
Bow strings buzzed under the city, and locust-like bows and arrows shot at the battlements. They were so dense at the entrance of the battlements that they collided in the air. The clanging sound of hitting the battlements was endless, and the arrows that were broken on the wall bricks fell down with a crash.
Fall on top of the table below.
The throwing soldiers were shot in the face from time to time and disappeared screaming at the crenel, but there were always follow-up soldiers who continued to appear.
The little boy led a team of red-clothed children and stood twenty steps outside the city wall. There were two bamboo ladders on the ground. Most of them did not have bows and arrows. A few servants took door panels and placed them in front of them to block the entrances set up on the city.
Crossbow arrows.
Two boy soldiers with bows stood on both sides of the door panel, shooting towards the city from time to time.
The little boy stood between the two door panels, with nothing blocking him, and the scene of the siege was completely unfolding in front of him.
The squatting servants under the table were shouting crazily, and their hands kept prying open the gaps in the city wall. Once a brick fell off, it would cause several people around to fight and fight.
Risking casualties, the stones dropped from the city wall hit the desk, but most of them did not penetrate. The stones barely bounced, and stopped after a muffled sound. The stone that showed its power on the east wall yesterday had no impact on the person using the desk today.
There is almost no threat in foster care.
The little boy was not surprised, because these desks were thickened last night, with at least two layers of wood. Some of them were chopping boards used by butchers to chop meat. After years of hammering, the chopping boards had become very dense.
More able to withstand impacts.
There is also a layer of soil on these tables, and a layer of water-soaked quilts is spread on the soil layer. The cotton is both fireproof and provides buffering. This makes the tables heavy, but it also enhances the defense. Ordinary-sized stones cannot do anything to those tables.
Desk case.
Groups of gray bottles were smashed down from the top of the city, and the pottery jars shattered after falling. White lime spread everywhere, and the vision under the city wall became blurred. The servant under the desk coughed violently, but it was not enough to fight back.
These people, they still insist on digging bricks.
A servant was climbing on a bamboo ladder next to him. He was in tattered clothes and had a half-cut waist knife in his mouth. He was approaching the top of the city.
The little boy stood outside the wooden board, looking up at the servant. A medicine crossbow arrow whizzed past his right arm and hit the door panel. The little boy didn't even look at it.
A dark boy soldier beside him shouted loudly, "Little boy, you lead us today, don't let others take the credit of getting there first."
The little boy looked at the man seriously and said, "He will die soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, the servant's upper body had already reached the top of the city. He took the knife with his right hand and grabbed the upper edge of the battlement with his left hand. Just as he was about to jump into the wall, there were loud shouts from above, and several spearheads pierced his chest.
Siyang screamed, and with the broken knife in his hand, he slashed at several gun barrels twice.
The tip of the spear was retracted, and the servant tilted to the right and fell straight down the city, lying at the foot of the city without any chance of life.
"I'll tell you."
The little boy walked back between the two door panels, sat down, took out a chimney, lit it with a fire stick, and smoked it while looking at it.
The boy's army with a loud voice just now said to the little kid, "When will you lead the army?"
The master said that if you come to the city first, you can become the eldest son."
"It's still early."
The little boy's bright eyes stared at the lime-filled city walls, "You don't have to be the elder of the city first, you have to be the elder of the city first and still be alive."
"You don't want to avenge your brother."
"You can take revenge while you are alive, but you can't take revenge if you are dead."
"How long will it take to wait?
I want to kill someone."
The little boy blew out a puff of smoke and looked as calm as a teenager. "There are so many government soldiers here. If you go up the bamboo ladder, you will die. Waiting for the wall to be dug."
While he was talking, a servant rushed out of the lime mist, holding two city bricks in his arms. He quickly ran back to the elder's house and threw the city bricks and iron drill on the ground.
The elder gave him a bamboo stick, and the boy happily accepted it, and ran to the camp without looking back, waving the bamboo stick, and no one stopped him along the way.
The head of the family waved his hand, and another servant grabbed the iron hammer and rushed to the bottom of the city wall.
At this time, the bamboo ladders were leaning against the city wall one after another. Some warlike elders began to go up to the city on their own. Most of them carried round shields and kept testing the battlements. The spearmen on the battlements were afraid of bows and arrows and did not dare to move forward to assassinate them. They could only
Defend within the wall and only attack when someone appears. The battle at the top of the bamboo ladder gradually becomes fierce. Several bandits are climbing on a bamboo ladder. The crowd below is getting denser and denser. They cheer loudly and hope that the elders will climb up.
City head.
There were constant shouting on the city wall, some people kept talking about numbers, spears were moving towards the bamboo ladder, the attacks on the wall at the top of the city had obviously slowed down, and the number of stones and ash bottles being thrown was decreasing.
The grass bundles started to be lit and pushed down from the top of the city. The grass bundles with thick smoke and flames touched the ground and splashed into sparks. The bandits below ducked one after another. Fire bottles and grass bundles were then smashed down from the city wall, expanding the fire.
The crowds under some bamboo ladders were dispersed, and the bamboo ladders were scorched and ignited in the flames. Under more bamboo ladders, there were elders supervising the battle. The servants braved rocks and used long pole weapons to separate the bundles of grass.
The battle at the bamboo ladder was fierce, and smoke billowed. The dig wall received fewer and fewer attacks. After the first brick was dug, the speed continued to increase. The servants who dug the city bricks ran out in an endless stream, and the ones on the ground behind
The number of bricks increased rapidly, and the second elder came with a team, preparing to take over from the first elder. There began to have servants with shovels and shovels, ready to dig the rammed earth.
A few servants set fire to two nearby thatched huts. Thick smoke covered a section of the city. There were coughs and fewer people were thrown.
The black boy soldier was excited and walked excitedly in front of the door. He shouted loudly, "Little boy, there are few people on this wall. Let's put up a ladder and we will make it."
The little kid stood up slowly, and the boy soldiers around him kept urging him, but the little kid didn't speak and just stared at the smoke-filled city head seriously.
A dark thing appeared at the crenellation of the city wall, and the little boy didn't realize what it was for a moment.
The archers behind fired repeatedly, and more than ten arrows were shot at the black thing at the same time. They hit it with a loud clang, scraped off many small black pieces, and then slid away, but none of them penetrated.
Only then did the little boy see clearly that it was the bottom of a black pot. Someone was holding the black pot and looking under the city. He must have noticed something unusual in this section of the city wall.
The black pot paused for a moment. None of the dozens of bows and arrows could hit the round thing. Instead, many of the arrows they hit broke off.
The little kid opened his mouth and laughed happily. This was the first time he saw someone using this thing when defending the city, and he didn't expect it to be so effective.
There was shouting for a while on the top of the city, and then white smoke rose up. Bundles of grass were put on the battlements nearby, and the white smoke gradually turned into bright flames.
"We're going to burn people."
The little baby sat on the ground with the chimney on his knees.
The chief supervising the battle shouted, and a group of servants rushed over with the kind of grass forks used in rural areas. The archers behind attacked, and the arrows swished into the crenels, piercing the grass bundles and causing clouds of sparks.
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The bundle of grass was pushed down and burned brightly on the table. It failed to ignite the watered quilts. The servants below were still digging frantically. Only two places fell next to the table. The fire burned the servants below.
The people below kept shouting for help, and several people with forks picked up the bundles of grass and threw them aside, leaving them to continue burning.
After a while, two more black pots were poked out from above, and another shot of bows and arrows was fired. This time, a light arrow broke through the bottom of the pot, and the inside screamed and quickly retracted. The other one withstood the bow and arrow, paused for a moment, and then retracted.
After going back, I obviously completed the task of observing the city.
Spears were seen shaking above, and then someone shouted fire and thunder.
The little boy listened carefully and found out that he was indeed screaming loudly. He turned around and returned to the door panel, this time only his head was exposed.
The entire section of the city was quiet for a moment, except for the bamboo ladder where fighting was still going on. Suddenly, there were loud shouts from above, and more than a dozen sparking cylinders were first thrown from this section of the wall. The impact point was not that it fell down, but at a few seconds.
Steps away.
The two servants who had received two bricks just came out from under the table. They didn't see the cylinders and ran straight to the elder's house.
"Hide!"
The little kid called out to Haierjun and held the door firmly down.
The fire suddenly appeared, and more than ten things exploded almost at the same time. There were more than ten thunderous explosions in succession. The thick white smoke instantly engulfed the two servants. On top of the white smoke, a red scarf flew high.
The little kid had a ringing in his ears and couldn't hear anything. The explosion was louder than the loudest firecrackers during the Spring Festival.
The two servants rushed out of the white smoke. One of them threw himself to the ground. The other one had his hair disheveled. He stumbled for two steps and then knelt down. After a moment, he dropped the brick in his hand and let out a miserable howl.
Call.
There was a howl in the thick smoke under the city wall, and it seemed that the servants who dug the wall had also suffered casualties.
The little boy watched nervously. Based on his experience of following the bandit army to attack the city, the most terrifying thing was the gunpowder weapon. The cannons in Tongcheng were similar to those in other places. They were all small cannons made crudely by the locals. Not to mention the small power, they were basically useless as long as they reached the city walls.
useless.
But the thing thrown down at this time looked very much like a thunderbolt.
The man in front of him had blood all over his face, and some black sharp objects had been inserted into it. His clothes were torn, and there were patches of blood seeping out. He knelt on the ground and let out an inhuman scream. He kept touching his body with his hands, but...
He was touched and released, and it was not obvious that he had any particularly serious injuries, but it seemed that his whole body was injured.
There was a cylinder beside the man that did not explode. When the child looked closely, he saw that the cylinder was made of paper and the shape was like a large firecracker. It was as thick as an adult's calf, and a bamboo tube with holes was added as a cap on the top.
, probably used to protect the fuse.
Screams were heard outside the door. When the little boy looked over, he saw the dark boy soldier covering his face and rolling on the ground, with streams of blood oozing out from between his fingers.
"Drag him in!"
The little kid howled to the side, and several children ran out of the door.
At this time, there was another shout at the top of the city. Under the gaze of the little boy, a section of the bamboo ladder flew out of dozens of cylinders and landed among the densely packed people below the city.