1820, the brutal offensive and defensive battle of Xining
The Khalkhas charged forward again, this time they were more ferocious than last time.
Because they also understood clearly that the iron juice at the top of the city had been used up.
They were frightened by the tragic situation of those who were showered with red-hot liquid iron juice. They had never thought that iron juice had such a use. This thing was much more powerful than gold juice. Gold juice was a scald.
, the wound became inflamed and ulcerated, and he died of sepsis a few months later.
But when this fire rain poured down, it immediately ignited everything that could be ignited. When it fell on the meat, it burned directly through the skin, penetrated deep into the meat, and burned a big hole.
The world is full of barbecue and the smell makes people vomit.
Captain Buhe was just promoted from the line of fire, and his predecessor was killed by Chitu Khan. He was shouting excitedly at this time.
"Don't be afraid, they have used up that kind of fire rain. This small town is not big, there are only two thousand people in it, it's trivial to rush in and don't seal the sword for three days, just grab it at will. The first one to get there will be rewarded with five women."
Suddenly there was another burst of cheers like howling wolves from the city.
The ladder was erected again. They held scimitars in their mouths and used their hands and feet to climb up desperately.
Zhang Geda was used to seeing battlefields, and his calm face was as calm as ever.
To be honest, these Khalkha bastards didn't catch his eye, they were far behind those wild wolf-like men in Mongolia in the desert.
"Get ready with the shooting pole and wolf fang shooting," he said from the arrow tower at the south gate, looking at the densely packed Khalkha people climbing up below.
"Let go! Smash these bastards to death. It's disgusting to watch."
Following his order, hundreds of rackets and mace were lowered on the southern wall where the Khalkhas were attacking.
The panel of the racket shaft is three meters square, and it is covered with dense spikes.
From the top of the battlement, I flipped over the battlement at the folds at the top of the three support poles and photographed it directly. This thing is made of hardwood and covered with iron. There are more than ten nails nailed on it every half a foot square.
Centimeter long triangular steel cone.
When the swatter pole was smashed down, a long line of people on the two ladders below were swatted hard against the city wall. It had the same effect as when we used a fly swatter to kill flies on the wall.
Boom! Bang! Ah! A series of screams sounded.
Seven or eight people were beaten to death.
The steel awl pierced the flesh. At this time, any armor was useless. The thickness of the wooden board behind this thing was half a foot, not to mention three meters square, and it was covered with an iron plate in front. This weight was enough to smash human bones.
The surface of the blue bricks of the city wall was broken into pieces, and the flesh and blood on them was covered with minced meat that looked like paste.
The design of this thing is very insidious. It is not enough to pierce the human body by more than ten centimeters, but it is enough to kill. Coupled with the heavy board, it can directly smash people on the city wall.
The two crudely made ladders also broke, snapping in the middle with a click, and the people who were not photographed also fell down.
The leader of the sign, Greshan, was frightened to death. The edge of the stick just wiped his forehead and slapped it down, knocking the warrior Alethuberot in front of him onto the city wall.
The scary thing was that he was still on the ladder from the waist down, and the net around his waist was stuck to the city wall. Then the ladder broke with a click, and everyone behind him fell down.
His legs gave way and fell to the ground, but with quick eyesight and quick hands, he grabbed Alchubrot's legs and grabbed his lower body.
The Mongols have a rule that if a man dies in battle, if his comrades can bring his body back to his wife and daughter, they can inherit his wife, daughter, cattle, sheep, and all property. This is why
The reason why Jiubian Mongolian heads are so expensive.
Because it was difficult to get heads after killing Mongolians. Most of them were snatched back by fellow soldiers.
He collapsed on the ground and looked up. On the ladder next to him, he saw a dozen warriors who had climbed to the crenellation. Suddenly, his eyesight went dark. A log one foot long and one foot in diameter was covered with nails.
A half-foot-long steel nail, with turntables and ropes attached to both ends, was rolled and thrown down from behind the crenel.
He directly hit the top Zalail in the waist. The weight of several hundred kilograms knocked him away.
Then the log rolled and smashed all the way down the ladder, crushing all the people on the ladder.
Everyone's bones were broken, their tendons were broken, blood was spurting out, and they were all dead.
The body was like a rag bag, plopping to the ground and falling around him. He was completely dumbfounded holding half of the body.
He saw with his own eyes that when the big log rolled into the middle of the ladder, because the ladder's wood was elastic, it bent downward and then bounced up.
The big log jumped up and hit Zumauleti on the head.
His cowhide helmet was of no use at all, and his head was shattered into pieces, with yellow and white stuff flying everywhere. The people behind him were sprayed all over their heads and faces.
Then the log fell again, and this time not only did the log knock down the remaining half-ladders, but the ladder also broke with a click.
Captain Huang Yougong stretched his head out from the corner of the hanging door, looked at the results of the battle, and immediately retracted.
He shouted: "Hurry up and take back the winch and bring back the wolf teeth."
You need to put this thing away quickly because there are hemp ropes on the round wheels at both ends. This thing is used repeatedly.
You can use the winch on the city wall to retract it, and then smash it again. If the enemy below cuts the rope, it will be troublesome. The Wolf Fang Beat cannot be retracted.
At another crenel, three lama soldiers used a push rod to push a long line of people down the ladder.
The push rod is a thick wooden pole with a crescent shovel at the top. Three or four people work together to extend from the crenel and use the weight and potential energy of the crescent shovel to shovel down.
Almost at once, everyone on a ladder can be shoveled down.
From the beginning to the end, the people who were shoveled immediately had their limbs broken and blood gushed out like a fountain.
The crescent shovel is very heavy, usually weighing more than thirty kilograms, and the inner arc is extremely sharp.
This weight, coupled with the potential energy and three or four people pushing down the ladder, no one can stop it.
Especially those who climb ladders hold machetes in their mouths and use their hands and feet to climb at night. Because they know that speed is the guarantee of their survival. Only by climbing to the crenel as soon as possible and jumping in can they have a chance to fight. Otherwise, they will die in mid-air.
On the road.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! At this time, they have no way to resist the defense, and the pusher's crescent shovel shovels downward with great power.
In fact, even holding a knife in one hand and a ladder in the other is useless.
How can a single arm block the downward push of four people? Besides, how can a single arm block a crescent shovel weighing more than thirty kilograms?
Not only were the people's arms and legs broken by the shovels, but even the ladders were broken.
After everyone was shoveled into two pieces, they attacked the ladder with a heavy blow. They directly shoveled the broken ladder with bark into more than a dozen sections, turning it into a pile of broken wood.
Yang Fan sat on the tower and watched for a while, then realized that these cowards couldn't climb up. Their siege capabilities were not as good as the Ming Dynasty's soldiers and horses.
"The two thousand cavalrymen of the cavalry division in the city should mount their horses immediately, open the south gate and rush out for me, kill the attacking Khalkhas, and then retreat immediately without fighting." Yang Fan put down his tea bowl and ordered.
Gu Qing immediately took the order and went down from the tower. He is the regiment commander and the largest officer of the cavalry division currently staying in the city.
Quetu's face turned livid with sweat. It turned out that they didn't need to pour iron juice on them, and they were no match.
It's been an hour, and no one has climbed up to the top of the city.
I just saw those black racket sticks being taken down, taken back, and taken down again.
As long as his men gathered enough two ladders, the racket pole would immediately flip down and slap them on the city wall, turning them into minced meat. Where there was no racket pole, there would be a wolf-fang beater and a push rod.
The Khalkha people also became fierce. The big archers rushed within fifty meters and shot at the faces of the city defenders exposed through the small corner of the hanging door.
Most of the people on the city wall were Monnan Mongolians, and they were not vegetarians. They immediately slapped them in the face and shot them back.
People on both sides died everywhere.
Quetu Khan was thinking anxiously, and when he shot three more thousand-man troops going up, just as the wheels were grinding them to death, suddenly the south gate opened on its own.
He was dumbfounded and didn't know what the defenders were doing. Could it be that they wanted to abandon the city and break through the siege?
Suddenly, a wave of ecstasy swept over him.
It really took no effort at all, hahaha. It seems that the guard general also knew that the soldiers could not hold it, so he rushed out to break through.