The Ming army's shouts of killing soared into the sky and shook the world.
There was no expression on Batu Munch's face. He sat on his horse, raised his left hand, and slowly but firmly led his army to attack the city.
There was no conspiracy, and it was purely relying on the attack of the Mongolian warriors to destroy the Ming army guards who had been guarding for seven days and seven nights, and the Saint Wang who stood at the top of the city, exuding a sour smell.
A hundred steps away from the city wall, it was already within the reach of bows and arrows. The Ming army's city defense equipment had killed many captured soldiers and civilians who had been driven in, as well as the Mongolian soldiers who could not escape.
On the battlefield, there will never be anything like what is described in romance novels: the enemy drives the villagers to attack the city, so the defenders on the city dare not take action and wash their faces with tears...
The purpose of the novel is to increase the tension of human nature, but in reality, tears flow and people are killed. In a battlefield where dozens of lives are lost in an instant, the power of human nature appears humble and weak.
Sage Wang understood this, and so did the little prince, so the contest between the two began when the first Mongolian warrior climbed up the city.
There was countless blood both above and below the city. When he saw the first Mongolian ascending the city, the little prince rode his blood-stained horse and began to lead thousands of households in a mad dash, aiming directly at the dilapidated city gate.
He drew out his sword, and the warriors behind him also made the same move. The sharp sword light emitted a dazzling light in the morning sun.
Thousands of Mongolian warriors shouted in unison, forming an earth-shaking cry: "Charge!"
This roar was fierce and deep, and it swept the entire world almost instantly.
If the little prince is the wolf king, then his charge is the wolf king's last howl. If he fails, his body will die and his karma will disappear; even if he wins, it will be a tragic victory.
But his pride forced him to deliver this final blow. Countless war scenes he had experienced in this life passed before his eyes one by one, and finally settled on the moment when Zhu Shou occupied Xi'an Fort.
When did the emperors of the Southern Dynasties have such courage?
In Wang Shouren's eyes, the collective attack of thousands of Mongolian warriors had a tragic flavor and a feeling of a hero's end.
But this feeling can make the enemy tremble, just like the Han army that surrounded King Xiang on the Wujiang River. Looking at the lonely invincible overlord, thousands of people surrounded him, but they could not defeat him.
Countless personal guards of the Great Khan are willing to follow the Wolf King to attack a city. Even if it is a journey of death, they are not afraid or flinch, but press forward until they die on the battlefield.
This is the power of heroes. There are heroes among the Han people, and there are also heroes among the Mongols.
If this is the case, then kill these alien heroes!
Wang Shouren felt very calm in his heart. He looked at the stunned guardsmen, snatched the dragon flag given by Zhu Shou from the hands of the dragon flag soldiers, waved it in his hand, and stood in front of the guardsmen.
, attracted the attention of countless people.
Several cold arrows flew over from under the city, but they were all blocked by Saint Wang's soldiers.
When the guardsmen encountered the Mongols in the past, they always fought when they could and fled when they couldn't. They had never seen a life-and-death struggle. When they met on a narrow road, these weak hereditary soldiers were shocked by the heroic spirit of the Mongols.
The liver and gallbladder are about to burst.
Li Hong is the most typical representative among them. He is a member of the right guard of Datong. He is hereditary commander of Tongzhi. He has made great achievements and commanded Qianshi in the capital. He was appointed as a staff general. A few days ago, he was transferred from his hometown in Mayi by Zhu Shou.
, as reinforcements to rescue the envoy Wang who was trapped in the isolated city.
His old Li family was also a hero of the Jingnan War with Zhu Laosi anyway, but they haven't fought for many years. Young Master Li can't even smell the smell of blood. When he first arrived at Wuli Village, he saw the dead people all over the city and vomited on the spot.
There was an uproar...
The Mongols are coming, what should we do? Mother, the child is going to die, the old Li family is going to be extinct, and this hereditary commander, Tongzhi, doesn’t know which distant relatives he wants to take advantage of.
Just when he was feeling sorry for his life experience, he suddenly saw the thin and stinky envoy Wang, with a fierce face and red eyes, waving the dragon flag personally gifted by the emperor, and roared loudly.
"For my wife! For money! Kill!"
The vernacular spoken by the imperial envoy Wang had no literary quality at all, and was even worse than that of elementary school children, but it deeply touched the hearts of the guardsmen.
The silver collected by Zhu Cheng was piled into a hill on the main road in the city. Imperial Commissioner Wang had long said that all the money would be given to the guardsmen guarding the city after they defeated the Mongols.
What if the Mongols invaded? Sorry, the money must have been robbed by the Mongols, and the women in the family must have been robbed by the court!
"Send xx as slaves" is a sentence most commonly used by storytellers. The guards soldiers have not read books, but they have also heard storytellers. Only the simplest truth can impress them the most.
Why for the Ming Dynasty, for the emperor, for the xx? Wang Shouren sneered in his heart, what kind of bullshit is this? The guardsmen know what the Ming Dynasty is? What are the nation, the country, morality and the emperor?
There may be a true master who dares to shout out his righteousness on the battlefield, but he will definitely not be a guy with a high IQ like Saint Wang.
The guard soldier was inspired by the money and his wife. Yes, if I die, the wife will have to let someone else sleep, and the child will have to follow someone else's surname, and the silver, the mountain-like silver, will not
It's mine anymore!
The Mongols are human beings and they can be killed.
The courage of the guardsmen was suddenly ignited. They forgot about the thousands of Mongolian warriors surging in, forgot about the broken city gate, and forgot that this city had been defended for seven days and seven nights!
They raised their weapons and roared back at the Mongols, shouting at the top of their lungs: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Two iron streams composed of countless weapons merged into one in the small Wuli Village. The red ones are the Ming army; the black and yellow ones are the Mongols!
Li Hong is wearing a red shirt, a white helmet, and holding a bright silver steel gun. He stands at the top of the north city. He looks very good. If it reaches the mouth of a storyteller, he will be a Ming Dynasty version of Changshan Zhao Zilong.
Unfortunately, countless sharp arrows struck Li Hong and his generals from the Mongolian assault formation.
"Get on the shield!" Although Mr. Li has never seen a pig running, he has also eaten pork. He naturally knows the power of the Mongolian arrow rain. His eyes widened, he knelt on the ground without grace and let out a roar, "He
Damn it, cover your shield!"
A black cloud fell on the top of the city, and countless screams rang out. Even though they were hiding under the shield, two generals beside Young Master Li were still hit by arrows and died tragically on the spot.
The little prince's attacks are always the sharpest. The city gate he mainly attacks is the weakest defense point in Wuli Village. Wang Shouren also knows this, so he always stands on the city gate.
Today, either he dies or the little prince dies! Between the saint and the hero, only one can survive!
In Young Master Li's ears, screams kept coming from the Ming army and the Mongols.
"Avalokitesvara, Tathagata Buddha, Lao Tzu, Confucius, all the gods and Buddhas above, I am the ninth generation single descendant of the Li family!" Young Master Li's bright silver gun had long been thrown aside, and the bodies of two generals who died in battle were covered by him.
Smear a few handfuls of blood on your body and prepare to pretend to be dead heroically.
"Get up!" A stern voice reached Young Master Li's ears. He looked up and saw that it was Imperial Envoy Wang. He only heard Master Wang's words, "If you pretend to be dead again, I will kill you first.
"
By the time Young Master Li recovered from his shock, Wang Qinqi had already kicked the next Young Master's ass...
Another black arrow rain roared in, and long arrows hit the city walls and wooden shields, making a frightening sound. From the gaps in the shields of the generals, Young Master Li saw Wang Qinqian holding several large shields.
Walking in the rain of arrows, urging the guards everywhere.
From time to time, soldiers fell down, and more soldiers surrounded them. Following the execution team sent by Wang Qin, many people also lay down in the rain of arrows. Corpses with heads wrapped in red turbans were everywhere on the city wall.
A huge crashing sound came from the city gate, it was the Mongolian horses carrying the battering ram!
Major General Li was heartbroken. Damn it, I'm not guarding the city gate, Zhu Cheng, who is responsible for filling the bluestone, has nothing to be afraid of. Whether he lives or dies, I leave it to God!
"Stand up for this damn general," Young Master Li kicked the nearest general, picked up the bright silver spear again from the pool of blood, and shouted, "Prepare your shield, pick up your sword, and stick to the battlements!"
The horse-carrying battering ram is neither long nor thick, but it is powerful and easy to carry. Ten strong Mongolian men, under the cover of shields around them, faced the rolling stones and rain of arrows at the top of the city and shouted "Ho!
With a low roar, he carried the battering ram and violently hit the city gate.
The simplest way to deal with this kind of siege without any technical content is to pour a few pots of boiling oil or throw down a few cans of high-fire oil, and the enemy can be drenched into stuffed chicken or fried into dried meat.
Unfortunately, Wang Shouren's boiling oil and fierce fire oil were all used up, and he didn't even have many arrows left. However, he remained calm and composed, and glanced at the Mongolian military formation with a smile on his face: The little prince was already jumping over the wall in a hurry.
, can victory be far away?
"Where is General Monlik?" In the military formation of Balsopolo, looking at thousands of the Great Khan's personal guards who were risking their lives, the third prince of Mongolia asked his close followers, with a smile on his lips.
Victory is ahead!
"I haven't come back yet." His cronies sent out countless spies, but they failed to welcome Monlik.
"If he comes back, bring him here immediately." A shadow suddenly flashed in Balsopolo's heart, could it be...
Young Master Li had just stabbed a bearded Mongolian man to death, and was about to take back the silver spear when he was hit by a cold arrow on his helmet. There was a crisp "ding dong" sound. Fortunately, the craftsmanship of blacksmith Liu in the mansion was good. Although the iron helmet was heavy
, but at the critical moment, he saved the ninth-generation single-generation young master Li.
He shrunk in fear, snatched a long knife from the hands of a general, and threw the butt of the bright silver gun to the opponent. The general quickly pulled out the gun from the Mongolian corpse to avoid being carried away by the corpse.
Go to the city.
Another Mongolian climbed up. Among the horse troops, there were still easy-to-carry siege ladders. When they got to the city, they simply assembled them and they were the best siege equipment. The legacy left by Genghis Khan was not just mounted archery.
It's just Kung Fu.
The Mongolian had just killed a Ming soldier when he was stabbed in the waist by another Ming soldier and fell beside the wall, groaning in pain.
A long knife passed by and chopped off the Mongolian's head. It was Young Master Li!
With a loud shout, he slashed at another Mongolian who had just climbed to the top of the city. Unfortunately, he missed. But it didn't matter. Young Master Li was only responsible for attacking. After the attack, he squatted behind the battlements. It was easy to lose one's life in defense.
Naturally, if a family gives birth to a child, the generals will worry about it.
"King Khan's golden arrow has been passed on again. This is the third time!" In Alsuborot's military formation, a commander of ten thousand households wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said lowly to the fourth prince.
said the voice.
Alsuborot glared at him and asked: "Where is Barsopolo?"
Lao Wanhu whispered: "There is no movement."
Alsuborot ruled the tribes near Duolun, which was the capital of the Yuan Dynasty and had the most elite area in Mongolia. The 10,000 elite soldiers under his command were naturally strong and strong, not much inferior to the ten thousand households led by the Khan.
It is a pity that neither prince has the intention to rescue his father. It is better to let the little prince die in the hands of the Ming army than to be charged with patricide.
Wang Shouren, who was standing at the top of the city, quickly saw the intentions of the two princes' military formation, and shouted loudly: "The Mongols are defeated! Those who want to make money, just fight back the remaining enemies at the gate of the city!"
Sage Wang’s skill in confusing right and wrong is not inferior to that of Li Viper and Liu Boss. He later summed up himself: Let the world know that I do not hide my words, and I only act according to my conscience!
The battle in Wuli Village has reached a decisive moment.
Success or failure depends on whether Zhu Cheng inside the city gate can hold it, and whether the Great Khan outside the city gate can attack the city with his personal leadership of ten thousand households.