In the darkness, there were noisy noises throughout the camp, with men and horses neighing.
The fighting inside and outside the camp gate was the most intense.
The Mongolian cavalry was composed of a hundred cavalry, galloping on horseback. Everyone was wearing mesh armor and holding spears tied with ropes. They were shooting arrows from the camp wall, and many of them had arrows on their armor, such as
He rushed closer like a hedgehog and immediately threw his spear.
The spears penetrated the newly built horizontal fences and antlers on the inside of the camp gate, and even penetrated several soldiers who had not retreated. When the cavalry returned, the ropes on the spears were straightened all at once, and then they were fixed on the
Fences and other objects on the ground were uprooted.
The pierced defenders were also dragged by ropes towards the darkness outside the camp. Their shrill screams were quickly mixed with the sound of hooves, making them inaudible.
Some ropes also broke on the spot due to excessive stress. The broken ropes twitched wildly like black snakes, knocking all the Han or Mongolians nearby to the ground.
Some of the Mongolians who landed were trampled to death by iron hoofs on the spot, while others vomited blood and struggled to get up, drew out their swords and charged forward on foot. They pushed down the low walls of rammed earth, climbed over the fence regardless of the risk of having their intestines pierced, or fought with other Mongolians on foot.
Together with the charging companions, they rushed in through the gap.
Fortunately, since the Mongolian light cavalry raided yesterday, Wang Shixian immediately strengthened the troops and equipment in the direction of the camp gate, and also built a small camp near the gate. By this time, a large number of civilians and strong men had arrived... They got up in a hurry, many of them
People were shirtless, and some even didn't even wear underpants and were only wrapped in hakama. But in their hands, they all held long weapons for stabbing... spears, spears, or long sharpened bamboos.
, long wooden stick.
Under the loud command of the officer at the back, these weapons stabbed out like raindrops. It was dark and the lights were shaking. It was hard to see everything outside, but it didn't matter. Just keep stabbing! I heard the cry.
Okay, do you smell blood? Well done, you have done a great job, hero!
The Mongols fell one after another in an instant, but they did not flinch at all.
In recent years, the reputation of the Mongols for their ferocity and cruelty has become more and more widespread under the rule of Dai Jin. But these Mongolian warriors just did their most normal things. Before the establishment of the Great Mongolia, they had witnessed countless tragic events.
How could he be intimidated by this small fortress of massacres and genocide?
The knights were still pulling down the fence in an orderly manner, while the soldiers fighting on foot stepped on the blood-stained muddy ground and slashed with their swords.
A stout Mongolian soldier Baihu was hit by two arrows during the attack. One of the arrows pierced his right chest and blood surged. However, he broke off the arrow and cut off the long sword that tried to stab him.
spear, then grab the spear handle and take it back with force.
For strong men with little combat experience, it is easiest to master the technical essentials of thrusting downwards from a high place; when thrusting from a high position, it is not easy to panic. But when thrusting downwards, the most taboo is to concentrate on the center of gravity.
The legs are stretched forward, and the body is stretched out too much.
A strong man's weapon was suddenly snatched away, and he subconsciously held it tightly, and then he was dragged outside the camp. The Mongolian Baihu swung his sword upwards, and the blade penetrated deeply into the strong man's belly.
As the strong man's body fell, the blade cut open his stomach. His body hit the ground hard, and his organs spurted out from the huge gap. The strong man watched his body being disemboweled, and couldn't help but scream in horror.
The next moment, he was trampled to the ground. Several Mongolians used him as a stepping stone and stepped on his body to climb over the camp. His blood poured out of his body cavity, and soon, his body and
All the internal organs were trampled to pieces and were deformed.
In the small camp blocked in the center of the camp gate, there was no space for a large number of troops to be stationed. The dozens of soldiers here immediately faced the difficulties after the Mongolian army entered the camp. The Mongolians behind them nocked arrows and shot into the camp.
snapshot.
The soldiers retreated to avoid the arrows, which gave the Mongols more space to tear apart the fence and break into the camp. Some strong men were injured and could no longer fight. Screams could be heard, and some were crying in fear. The officers stationed here did not hesitate.
He swung his sword to kill one person and ordered the others to move forward together.
While these soldiers were fighting hand-to-hand with the Mongols, another hundred horsemen approached.
The defenders thought they were going to repeat their old tricks, using spears and ropes to destroy the fence. Unexpectedly, the Mongolian cavalry rushed at full speed, and suddenly there was a whistle.
The dismounted Mongolian knights who gathered on both sides of the camp, that is, on the two wall piers on the left and right of the camp gate, all immediately retreated and gave way to the road.
The camp gate was originally not wide, but after a section was taken up by the camp, the passages on both sides were even narrower, with only room for one horse. The Mongolian cavalry almost squeezed in through these two passages, and then charged fiercely.
However, the manpower organized in the camp were also rushing towards the camp gate. Although the first few Mongolian cavalry who entered the camp fought bravely, they were quickly trapped among the defenders and were attacked from all sides at the same time.
Save thorns.
Amid the shouts of the common people and soldiers, the Mongolian cavalry fell down bloody, but the subsequent cavalry entered the passage and continued to charge.
The Mongolian army's brigade was just outside the camp, like a surging flood, and the sprint of these Mongolian cavalry seemed like the flood had created a small gap in the embankment. The water spurted out fiercely from the gap, but because the amount of water was not large, every time
Was forcibly suppressed.
The defenders' morale was greatly boosted and they shouted loudly. But at this time, the military academy Zhang Qian who was in the camp could no longer hold on.
Zhang Qian panted violently, and under the cover of his companions, he took the time to regain his strength. He felt that his throat was about to tear, and the air entering his lungs was filled with flames, and every breath brought a burning pain. He was about to collapse, and his
The subordinates were almost unable to hold on any longer.
The Mongolian army seemed to be advancing with cavalry, but in fact the main force was placed on this small camp.
In just half a moment, the Mongolian offensive was like a sea wave, one wave after another, one wave higher than the other. In this narrow space, the diffuse blood mist filled every inch of the air.
, and the ground under his feet became extremely sticky due to the watering of blood.
Several senior soldiers who originally belonged to Zhang Jiao's command have all been killed in the battle, and almost all of Zhang Qian's cronies have also died. Now, the person holding a spear in front is a soldier and six civilians. The rest are
Almost all the people were in panic, and their steps were trembling slightly.
The two soldiers blocking Zhang Qian were Zhang Qian's last available strength. They survived because they were both crossbowmen, but now all the arrows were exhausted, and they could only fight with daggers.
Let's die. Zhang Qian will not die later than them. The situation is very clear. The next time the Mongols attack, Zhang Qian will die as well.
Perhaps due to the blessing of his brother's spirit in heaven, Zhang Qian has not suffered any serious injuries until now, only a few painless scratches, which are not as serious as the wounds he inflicted on his own face yesterday to express his feelings.
But the good luck ends there.
If the Mongols charge again, they will definitely be doomed. Once the soldiers are dead, the people have no backbone, and the formation is vulnerable, the small camp will immediately change hands. And the change of hands of the small camp represents the change of hands of the entire camp gate.
Now, how many Mongolian cavalry are waiting outside the camp gate to attack in one fell swoop? Yesterday during the day, those 100 cavalry were already making a huge fuss. Now, maybe there are 1,000 cavalry, and 2,000 cavalry are eager to try?
Zhang Qian laughed bitterly, and as he laughed, the scars on his face twisted and oozed blood, making him look very hideous.
The south gate of the fortress is crumbling.
The east gate of the fortress was also maintained with difficulty.
The gatekeepers, General Chen Heng, fought fiercely in front and repelled several Mongolian attacks. However, as a pier on the side of the east gate fell, the Mongolian cavalry was directly forced to the wooden bridge and fought with the Mongolian army on the pier.
They all held long and short bows and shot wildly inwards.
Chen Heng shouted, trying to organize a counterattack and take back the pier.
An arrow flew from an angle and hit Chen Heng's thigh. His feet gave way and he fell immediately. He did not forget to raise his sword and forced a Khitan soldier in front of him to retreat.
He knelt on one knee and cut off the arrow shaft with a backhand swing. Just as he was about to stand up, another arrow flew not far away and hit him in the face. This was a powerful snake bone arrow, and the arrow cluster gouged Chen Heng's cheek.
A bloody hole appeared, along with a dozen teeth, penetrating through the chin on the other side.
Chen Heng let out a cry, looked at the Mongolian who was drawing a bow not far away, threw a straight knife with all his strength, and pierced the Mongolian's shoulder.
The Mongolian groaned and took a few steps back. More Mongolians from behind rushed towards him like wolves seeing blood. They brandished their swords and guns, hacking and stabbing at Chen Heng. Chen Heng was unarmed and could only
He raised his arms to block. Then his arms flew into the air, blood splattering everywhere.