Cao Zhi guessed correctly, it was Zheng Bao's Chaohu navy who came. Zheng Bao thought he was smart, but he thought that no one would be stupid enough to put the tightest defense on a mountain gate. The east gate had already been attacked twice.
, especially the time not long ago, in order to cooperate with the main force to attack the south gate, the barbarian army also attacked the east gate several times. This should be the weakest place. He chose this place, which really exhausted his soldiers, who had to climb mountains and ridges.
Transport siege equipment.
The sun has risen high, and the snow has not stopped all night. Everywhere you look, there is a frightening cold light of swords and guns. When the enemy troops reached a stone's throw, they stopped in formation and erected a strange-looking thing in the distance of the enemy's line.
, it is crisscrossed with wood on all sides and is about five feet high. The top is a platform, which is crowded with people. The bottom is a larger square platform, with two rows of wooden pulleys exposed on the side, and a whole cowhide hanging in front.
, you can’t see clearly inside, but looking at the strange thing moving forward on its own, you can guess that the enemy soldiers are hiding behind the cowhide cover and pushing the wooden platform forward. The dense enemy soldiers follow behind and start to move forward.
, looking over from the city, it looks like a dark cloud covering the snow.
Cao Zhi knew this thing. It was a mixture of a watchtower and a wooden donkey. He also used one of them when he attacked Danyang. This siege tool could approach the city wall and attack, and it could also protect those hiding behind.
Soldier.
The enemy was getting closer and closer, and the soldier lying in front with his bow and arrow suddenly shouted: "Sir, the people standing on that platform are our people, the barbarians... The barbarians have captured our people standing there."
"Huh?" Upon hearing this, Cao Zhi quickly rushed forward, pressed against the wall and looked down. At this time, the enemy army was getting closer, and he could clearly see more than a dozen people standing on the platform, including men and women, old and young.
They were all dressed in Central Plains clothes, and Cao Zhi was dumbfounded.
Fight? They are all the people of the Han Dynasty. No fight? If the enemy soldiers are allowed to rush closer, they will not survive, and the entire east gate will fall.
Cao Zhi held the handle of the scimitar in his hand, his heart racing like lightning. He turned his head and glanced at Xu Zhu, Cao An, and Wang Ping who were beside him. They all nodded in tacit understanding, then stood up at the same time and went their separate ways.
City Defense Department.
Cao Zhi stayed where he was, stood up straight, and said with murderous intent: "You are wrong, that is not our Baixin, the archers are ready..."
Several violent shouts rang out from the battlements at the same time: "Archers, prepare..."
Countless soldiers obeyed the order and drew their bows fully, aiming their arrows at the siege chariot. Cao Zhi's cheek meat couldn't help but twitch. He pulled out his scimitar and was about to give the order when suddenly a civilian man shouted: "
You can't fight, you can't fight, those are our fellow villagers, I recognize them, the one on the left is my old uncle, they are all fellow villagers on the sloping ridge by the city!" Before he finished speaking, there was a snap, and the civilian husband was killed.
Wang Ping was knocked unconscious with a stick and fell limply to the ground.
Cao Zhi turned his head away from seeing this scene and cursed fiercely: "That's a trick of the enemy. It's all dressed up by the enemy. Shoot me, shoot me hard."
At the same time as Cao Zhi's sword was swung, more and louder sounds sounded from the city wall, "Fire arrows..."
Several archers opened their bows and arrows with a squeak, and the arrows flew across the field. However, the front of the chariot that was within shooting range was covered with cowhide. This untanned cowhide was tough and hard, and the bows and arrows could not penetrate at all. The brigade
The enemy soldiers hid behind the siege tanks and slowly approached, not caring at all. Moreover, although the Lujiang soldiers on the city did not know whether the people placed on the platform were their fellow villagers, they heard the civilian husband's cry and believed it.
After a few minutes, he lowered his height when shooting arrows, and actually shot at the chariot instead of anyone on the platform.
Cao Zhi understood that they were doing this. After all, they were all flesh and blood. It was understandable that they would not bear to kill their compatriots. Cao Zhi could only choose the enemy soldiers who were good at archery to shoot directly at the enemy soldiers behind the chariot to prevent them from approaching, but the effect was very little.
Wei, a few bow and arrows hit the cowhide, which only caused the cowhide to vibrate a few times. At most, one or two arrows hooked into the cowhide, which had no deterrent effect.
An enemy cavalryman jumped in front of the chariot with a gun in one hand and shouted: "There are all you Lujiang people in front of you, who dares to shoot arrows? You guys have to see clearly!"
The man turned his horse back, jumped up, climbed onto the platform, grabbed a girl and held it in his hands, jumped down, and galloped back. The other woman on the platform, who might be the girl's mother, was crying.
Then she jumped off the platform and chased after her. Unexpectedly, a sharp arrow flew towards her and hit her vest. The woman staggered twice and fell to the ground.
The city was in solemn silence, watching helplessly as the woman fell to the ground, unable to save her. The sturdy enemy soldier came to the city with a gun, raised the girl in his hand into the air, and hit her with the sharp spear point in his right hand.
Pierced, high in the air, he shouted triumphantly: "We know that there are not many defenders in the city, so we must quickly open up the city and surrender. We, the governor, promise to spare your lives, otherwise the whole city will be slaughtered. Such a little beauty
I will never let it go!"
Everyone on the top of the city had eyes wide open. Even the few archers holding bows did not know whether they were frightened or hated. Their arms were trembling and they could no longer draw their bows.
Seeing the blood flowing down the barrel of the gun and falling drop by drop on the snow, Cao Zhi reached out and took out a bundle of explosives. He held a torch tightly with his other hand and walked towards the battlements step by step. His eyes were blurred by tears.
Seeing this bloody scene, the huge psychological gap suddenly made him realize the reality: now is now, now is ancient times, this is war, and we must not be merciful. People nowadays have no humanity at all to achieve their goals.
They do whatever it takes to pursue their own selfish desires. These people are all inhumane beasts.
Seeing that a young girl in her prime was stabbed to death by a bloodthirsty fellow without blinking an eye, his eyes were covered with blood. He rushed to the city wall, lit the fuse of the explosive, and shouted hoarsely: "*
*Mother Zheng Bao! Kill! Kill! Kill! Blow up you sons of bitches." As the fire burned, the trapped explosives slid out of a beautiful arc in the air, "Boom
"With a bang, the earth roared, and the explosives accurately landed on the chariot, blasting the base to pieces. Several civilians in front and the Tatar soldiers pushing the siege platform under the base were blown to pieces. The huge
The bracket staggered and fell down. The few Han people who were not killed fled in all directions. Several eagle-feather arrows chased and shot them one by one on the snow.
The enemy cavalry who was threatening and challenging under the city wall was horrified when he saw this. He immediately turned his horse's head and fled back. As soon as his horse's head was turned, a sharp arrow was shot into the back of his neck. After swallowing it, the enemy cavalry
Without saying a word, he fell off the horse on his back, with one foot still hanging in the stirrup, and the dead body was dragged back to the formation by the horse. This was naturally Wang Ping's masterpiece.