Heiyunlong calmed down quickly. He didn't have time to figure out when the Mongols stopped using bows and arrows and switched to muskets.
He must make a decision now and think of a solution. Otherwise, the crenel will be suppressed by the flintlock guns from the opposite side, and the enemy will soon jump on the wall.
At this time, the reinforcements from the other three city walls arrived. There were fifty guns in total. Adding the ten guns left here, there were still sixty guns in total.
Heiyunlong was overjoyed and shouted loudly: "Put all the three-eyed muskets on the horses and shoot the Tatars climbing the city from the side."
Not one of the eleven horses can get five or six three-eyed guns.
"Send someone to move the Crouching Tiger Cannon here as well."
The muskets on the opposite side can only shoot at the city wall facing the front. If you shoot at the soldiers on the ladder from the side of the horse, the opposite side will not be able to hit them.
"Here, give the three-eyed blunderbuss to the servants and disperse them to the horses. Hurry up." Hei Minglian shouted loudly.
Soon a large number of Mongolians appeared at the battlements of the city wall. They held the gap in the battlements with one hand and held a knife in the other, ready to jump in.
Hei Mingxiao yelled: "If we get stuck and fight, their bodies are blocking the other side and they don't dare to shoot."
The servants were a little frightened by the flintlock attacks, but more than forty people were killed just now. They were so frightened that they did not dare to show their heads.
When I heard the young general shouting like this, I immediately understood that the other side really didn't dare to fire any more, and the muskets were inaccurate, and it was very likely to knock one of my own people off the ladder.
They all roared and blocked them with knives and guns.
Bimoge is a corps leader. He was originally a slave on the grassland. Unexpectedly, Zhebie came and defeated the Taiji, Nayan and herdsmen who had been riding on their heads for generations. He gave him cattle, sheep and felt bags.
, and was assigned a woman.
This woman is the young wife of a herdsman, and now the herdsman has run away. According to the rules of the grassland for thousands of years, Zhebie made the decision and gathered these women together. Let these bachelors draw lots, and whoever catches them will belong to them. It is up to God.
It's good to draw lots, it's fate. If you admit it, no one can blame you. He applauded with both hands. This method convinced everyone.
As a result, he caught the most beautiful one.
Now, he had a yurt, horses, cattle and sheep, and a woman, and he was pregnant with a child. He was so excited that he fought bravely and rushed forward desperately.
In the past, it was the chiefs and herdsmen who used standing cavalry to escort them to attack the Han cities. Now that no one is forcing him, he is even braver.
He climbed to the end of the ladder, and before he could jump in, a spear suddenly struck him.
He was already on guard, tilted his body to the right, and skillfully turned aside to avoid the spearhead. Then he grabbed the spear shaft and pulled it outward with force.
An old pawn screamed and flew out of the crenel. He fell heavily to the icy ground with a thud. He was lifeless and motionless.
Taking advantage of this gap, he immediately turned over and prepared to jump onto the city wall.
He held a machete in one hand and swung it forward. Although he didn't know if there was a second person on the other side, he was cautious by nature and still used the blade to clear the way.
"Ah!" With a scream, a servant who was hiding under the wall suddenly rushed over and was about to attack him, but his arm was cut off with a knife. He was rolling around on the ground holding the broken forearm in pain.
After he chopped down the servant, he stood firmly on the city wall with both feet.
He was excited because he knew that the master was Han Chinese.
According to the rules of the Han people, ascending first is the second-level military merit in the first level. It is second only to killing generals and capturing flags. It also ranks before breaking an army and entering a formation.
Usually there are very generous rewards or huge promotions.
As long as he can survive the attacks of enemies surrounding the city wall and buy time for his colleagues behind him, more and more people will rush up the city wall, thereby controlling a breakthrough.
Immediately afterwards, four or five servants rushed forward.
Long knives, short spears, and even flails came forward one after another. Not far away, a young general carrying a soul-severing gun also rushed over with his bodyguards.
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Without hesitation, Bimog took out the two double-barreled short muskets from his waist and opened fire immediately.
This is specially equipped for the city climbing team. It is just to cope with the current situation. Once you jump on the city wall, you will immediately be surrounded from all sides. You must have a handy weapon.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Four gunshots rang out, and the four surrounding servants fell down one after another.
Only one man with a flail was left behind him. A flail hit his back.
Bimog couldn't deal with all the enemies. He killed four people with four shots, which was the maximum limit. He couldn't care about his back at all.
But he knew clearly that if he was stabbed with a knife or a spear, he would be stabbed to death directly.
However, if you are hit by a blunt weapon like a flail, you will not necessarily die.
Besides, he was wearing a beak helmet. As long as he wasn't hit on the head, there was a high probability that he wouldn't jump into the street on the spot.
Therefore, in the moment of life and death, I made a choice and let my back be hit by the flail.
Even though he was wearing very thick clothes, a leather robe on the outside, a stab-proof uniform in the middle, and very thick cotton clothes and pants inside, he was still beaten until he rolled to the ground and vomited a mouthful of blood.
The flail bounced off his back and hit the ground. The ebony sections tied with iron chains erased a spark from the brick floor of the city wall.
Bimoge took advantage of his trick to make him old, struggled to roll over, and stabbed his lower abdomen with a knife. Then he turned his hand and the scimitar instantly mashed his intestines.
The servant holding the flail dropped his flail and threw himself to the ground screaming.
At this time, the young general in the distance rushed over with a soul-breaking gun. Behind him were a dense crowd of more than thirty servants.
Bimoge had no strength left. He smiled bitterly. He didn't expect to end up on the wall of this small city so soon.
At this time, there was a dense sound of gunfire from behind him.
The four people had climbed up. They took out their cannons and fired at the servants on both sides. The young general on the opposite side reacted quickly and immediately threw the gun and rolled to the ground. The people behind him were shot and fell to the ground.
The four people behind him threw away their finished guns without hesitation, took out grenades and threw them over.
The reason why it was useless when climbing the city before was because I was afraid that the grenade would not be thrown up and fall down and blow me up. After all, the grenades nowadays are filled with chemical fertilizer explosives and are too powerful.
"Bimog, are you okay?" A young face appeared in front of him.
It's their squad leader Zhang Qiang.
"Hold on, you are the first to board, and this time you will show your face to our group. You must hold on. I will meet you after the war."
Bimog saw a grenade explode in the distance, and the servant opposite fell to the ground. Then a lake formed in front of him.
An Sanxi put down the telescope, nodded and said: "The fight was better than I thought. We climbed up in an hour. What was the name of the soldier who climbed up first?"
A battalion commander immediately stepped forward and said, "It seems to be that boy Bimogen. I just saw that he was the first to climb up."
"Okay, promote him to squad leader. Promote him to three levels in a row. Write his merits in the military report to the master. I want to give him credit."
The battalion commander was overjoyed that this boy had paid for it this time.
The corps leader surpassed the group leader and deputy squad leader, and was promoted to squad leader. He rose to the top in one step and became a full-fledged officer.