Wang Wenhan was born in the cavalry army and was not supposed to defend the city, but there were only five people in Longxiang's army. Timur really left the palace, and Dong Zhen went out of the city to talk secretly with Sha Si. The only ones who had been guarding the city wall were him, Zhang Yunlin and Tao Yinglong.
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The stone thrown by Zhang Yunlin did not hit Huli Naza'er. Wang Wenhan roared wildly, picked up a rolling log weighing more than 150 kilograms with one arm, stamped his foot, pushed hard, and pushed the rolling log towards Huli.
Take our son and let him go.
Hu Li Na Zan'er stood on the siege ladder. He could avoid the stones, but he couldn't avoid the long and round rolling logs. He had to raise his mace with one hand and tried his best to block the attack.
With a "squeak" sound, the siege ladder was tilted a little. Hu Li Na Zan'er felt a numbness in his right arm and seemed to have lost consciousness. His five fingers subconsciously grabbed the long handle of the mace.
Grit your teeth and continue climbing up.
The rest of the Turpan soldiers were not so lucky. Attacked by rolling logs and rocks, and shot by long arrows, groups of Turpan soldiers fell to death at the foot of the South Gate City.
Tao Yinglong held a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, running wildly on the city wall. Behind him were more than two hundred Uighur warriors.
The city wall between the west gate and the south gate was not really lost. It was a trick set up by Wu Lanzhen to lure the enemy.
The feint attack by Yi Jun Ma Heima could not confuse her. Because most of the soldiers defending the city were Uighurs, Wu Lanzhen, who was supposed to assist Zhang Yunlin, assumed the important task of commander in today's fierce battle.
"Place the wolf flag of King Khan of Heihe on the west gate," Wu Lanzhen said in the pre-battle arrangement, "and place all the main defenders on the south gate! If the enemy mainly attacks the south gate, first lure the flanks to advance.
, gather together and annihilate them.”
The virtual and actual situation of the offensive and defensive sides perfectly matched each other.
Sacher's attack on the middle wall unfortunately became the "flank" that rushed forward.
The way to defend a city is unpredictable, and every moment on the battlefield contains the key to success and failure.
A burst of gongs and drums sounded in the city. This was the order for the ambush troops arranged by Wu Lanzhen in advance. In addition to the hidden soldier holes on both sides of the city wall, Tao Yinglong also ran over from the horse road and surrounded Sa Zhe'er and others who had attacked the city wall.
It was all over the place.
The 2,000 men who left the city for a sneak attack, plus the more than 1,000 men who ambush, this is all the reserve troops Wu Lanzhen has at his disposal.
The battle has entered the third day, and life or death depends on the few hours before sunset, so Wu Lanzhen did not keep any reserve troops.
As soon as Zazhe'er stepped onto the city wall, before he could recover from his ecstasy, he realized that he had fallen into the enemy's trap.
"Only Allah!" Zazheer waved the blood-stained sword and stood it in front of him. He showed no intention of retreating. It seemed that he had made up his mind to fight to the death.**
At this time, on the south gate battlefield, Hu Li Na Zan'er's left hand had already grasped the wall stack, and was about to stab Zhang Yunlin with the mace in his right hand towards the top of the city. He felt a huge pain in his fingers and could no longer bear the strength.
He fell off the ladder to the city and fell among the soldiers at the bottom of the city.
Looking at the severed finger under the wall, Wang Wenhan spat and cursed: "It's a pity that he hid in the long shield formation again."
The Turpan people suppressed the bows and arrows at the top of Shazhou City, one wave after another without interruption. The moment he cut off Hu Li Na Zan'er's finger, Wang Wenhan was hit by a cold arrow in his left shoulder.
"Can you hold on?" Zhang Yunlin wiped the blood on his face and looked at this heroic junior.
Wang Wenhan leaned against the wall, took out a short dagger, and cut off the tail of the long arrow. After groaning, he pulled out the whole bloody arrow and said with a smile: "You can't die!"
"Hold this place." Zhang Yunlin didn't say much, and ran towards the west gate with more than ten Uighur warriors.
Wang Wenhan looked at the Turpan people coming in like ants, with a faint smile on his face.
Sa Zhe'er gathered the soldiers who had attacked the city into a circular square formation, with their spears pointing outwards, their long shields reaching their bodies, and the crossbowmen gathered in the middle. With his loud shout, the square formation slowly moved forward.
Move forward, heading due south!
This kind of turtle formation has a very strong advantage, that is, it can rely on the small city head to block enemies several times larger than itself, so that subsequent troops can continuously attack the city head. But the disadvantage is also obvious. A bunch of people are crowded together.
It's airtight. What would happen if someone dropped dozens of cans of fire oil?
Fire oil is produced everywhere in Hexi. The Heihe tribe to which Wulanzhen belongs has a special rocket made of fire oil.
The turtle formation of Sa Zhe'er had just taken shape, and the following Turpan people continued to climb up the siege ladder. Thirty or forty cans of dark, fierce fire oil were thrown into the turtle formation.
On the city wall road, there were splashes.
A rocket hit a long shield at an extremely fast speed, igniting the fierce fire oil on it.
Hundreds of rockets were thrown out of the defenders' formation in no particular order.
The raging fire rolled over the city in the blink of an eye.
When a knife cuts a person's body, flesh and blood fly everywhere; when a spear pierces a person's body, it kills him with one shot; when fire burns a person's body, he screams repeatedly. On top of the city wall, it has become a Shura dojo.
If it is a bloody fight with swords and guns, the Turpan people who are still climbing up may have the courage to continue climbing up and engage in bloody hand-to-hand combat.
However, the powerful fire that suddenly swept through the entire city made the Turpan people below the city timid.
"Sauze'er has been called by God." Under the cover of his long shield, Huli Naza'er looked towards the direction of the west gate and sighed.
The Uighurs at the front, holding long spears, stabbed to death one by one the burning soldiers who tried to break out of the turtle formation. Without the cover of the formation, the personal bravery of these soldiers was useless in front of the tight military formation.
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Dozens of Turpan soldiers, who were covered in fire, could not tell the direction and rushed outside the city wall. Some fell into the city and were killed by Uighur women with swords and guns. They were Wu Lanzhen's soldiers.
The last trump card. Some people fell outside the city, but their companions did not dare to leave the cover of their long shields and stepped forward to rescue them. The bows and arrows at the top of the city were still coming one after another, and they could only watch helplessly as their companions were burned to death.
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A Turpan man burst out of the shimmering smoke of the fire, rolling on the ground in pain, his roar getting lower and lower, and finally turned into a piece of black charcoal.
Maybe he is the lover of a certain woman, maybe he is the father of a certain child, maybe he is the eldest brother that a certain teenager admires, but on the battlefield, human life is worthless.
The Uighurs who were watching were also numb. Although they had a feud with the Turpan people, they couldn't help but feel a little sad in their hearts when they saw a big living person being burned to death with their own eyes.
Whether they are the Uighurs, the Tulufans, or the Han people, if they had not appeared on this battlefield, they would have been just a group of ordinary people.
You can cry, shout, scream, and be afraid. No one is born an iron warrior.
Zhang Yunlin couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the remaining Turpan people under the city retreating slowly, and returned to the south gate where the battle was still fierce.
The fire gradually became smaller and the thick smoke slowly dissipated. Tao Yinglong, who was still standing at the same place, suddenly saw a burnt-to-skinned arm sticking out from the pile of dead people under a wall stack on his side.
It’s the Spreader!
He had been lined up at the front of the turtle formation. When the fire broke out, the soldiers rushed towards the Ming army and were stabbed to death. However, he was pressed at the bottom and pressed against the wall. He was neither burned to death nor killed.
Not suffocated by the smoke.
Except for his burned left arm, Zazheer miraculously survived.
"Are you willing to surrender to the Ming Dynasty?"
Tao Yinglong asked in Mongolian, Sa Zhe'er was his biological brother and a general in Turpan, so he was very useful.
Sa Zhe'er's facial features were typical Mongolian looks, with a broad face and a thick beard. His eyes were wide open and he glared at the Ming troops around him.
"Bah!" Sa Zhe'er spat out a mouthful of blood and replied in the words of a Vighur, "The Ming invaders invaded my homeland and killed my people. The soldiers can be killed but not humiliated. In Turpan, we only have dead generals and no surrendered generals.
! Sultan Mansuer is a descendant of the Golden Family. You are a group of Ming bandits. Not only did you seize our Mongolian territory, you also killed them all and destroyed their ancestral halls! Brothers of the Aiwuer, what is happening to us Turpan people today?
, that’s what you’ve been waiting for tomorrow!”
He was naturally powerful, and he spoke fluent Uighur language, and the momentum of being alone added a lot of brilliance to him.
Want to be a hero? Tao Yinglong sneered in his heart after listening to the translation of the Uighur soldiers, and said loudly in Chinese: "When the Mongolian Yuan invaded the Han Dynasty, Emperor Gao raised his troops with a commoner, and conquered the world in an upright manner.
There is no one who has been an emperor since ancient times, and no one can surpass him. His kindness has benefited the world. Brothers of the Aiwuer, your ancestral land is in Gaochang! Who was annexed by it?"
Every time he said a word, the soldier who acted as an interpreter repeated it, and the Uighur soldiers around him responded loudly: "Tulufan people!"
"Who gave you the land, grassland, cattle and sheep?" Tao Yinglong looked back at his surroundings. Wherever he looked, there were groups of angry Uighurs.
"Emperor of the Ming Dynasty!" the Uighur soldiers shouted in unison.
In fact, the ancestral homeland of the Uighurs is not in Gaochang, but these soldiers are all reckless men. They have no understanding of history. They only know that their ancestral home for hundreds of years has been occupied by other races of Mongols for more than two hundred years.
Tao Yinglong, who was familiar with history, had no intention of revealing the truth of history, because it was not important. What he needed was the anger and morale of the Uighur soldiers.
These two qualities can be spread quickly. This is what the general who defends the city should do most.
He did not have the talent of Wang Shouren to defend the city, nor did he have the thoughts of Saint Wang. After boosting morale, there was no need for Sa Zhe'er to exist.
Sacher also understood this. He closed his eyes and said silently in his heart: "Muhammad is the messenger of the Lord..."
Tao Yinglong glanced at his opponent with regret. He was also a hero. Unfortunately, the lives of heroes were lost on the battlefield. After the battle at Qianniu Village, young Tao Yinglong no longer had the desire to be a hero in his heart.
Surviving and living a better life is his only purpose in continuing to fight.
Dozens of long arrows were shot out, turning Sa Zhe'er, who had his eyes tightly closed, into a hornet's nest. Blood sprayed everywhere, and this heroic Turpan man fell to the ground.
His head was facing directly to the west, where there was a big city called Mecca. (To be continued...)