Hearing the sound of horns, the soldiers rushed to the city and looked down nervously. The Tatar cavalry did not scatter the city in a swarm like before. More than ten simple siege ladders appeared in densely packed enemy troops, which seemed to be made of temporarily cut down from the mountain.

The city wall of Jimingyi is not very high. If you set up a ladder and have the magical archery cover of the Tatar soldiers, you will have to have only a little bit of this hand in the city to be broken, and then the situation will be gone.

Jiang Bin held two swords in his hand and said murderously: "Put up the general and bang their ladder!" He immediately ran over several soldiers and Min Zhuang, helping the gunner nervously adjust the position of the cannon.

A strange thing was erected in the distance, crossed with wood on all sides, about five feet high, with a platform at the top, and a larger square platform at the bottom, with two rows of wooden wheels exposed on the side, and a whole piece of cowhide was hung in front, so it was impossible to see inside. However, when the strange thing was walking forward by itself, you could guess that the Tartar soldiers were hiding behind the cowhide cover and pushing the wooden platform forward. The dense Tatar soldiers followed behind and began to move forward. Looking from the city, they looked like a dark cloud covering the snow.

The sun was already high, and there was a cold light shining everywhere, but it was a scary sword and gun. Jiang Bin raised his knife and pointed at the tic-tac-shaped bracket and shouted: "Hurry up, blow up that siege chariot for me."

The Tartars were getting closer and closer, and the soldiers lying in front of them, posing with bows and arrows suddenly shouted: "Sir, there are our people in front, and the Tartars captured our people and stood in front."

"Huh?" Jiang Bin rushed to the front as soon as he heard this, pressing the wall and looking down. At this time, the Tartars were getting closer and closer. It was obvious that the twenty or thirty people standing in the front were men and women, old and young, all of them were clothing from the Central Plains. Jiang Bin was also stunned.

Fight? They are all people of the Ming Dynasty. Who dares to bear the charge of massacre of villagers? If they don’t fight? If the Tartar soldiers are allowed to rush closer, they will not be able to survive, and the entire Jiming Post will be destroyed.

Jiang Bin's eyes rolled and scolded viciously: "Blow me, that's the trick of the Tartars. They are all dressed up by the Tartars, beat me hard."

The cannon's muzzle was aimed at the siege chariot. Seeing the gunner approaching the torch, Jiang Bin's cheeks couldn't help but twitch. At this time, a Min Zhuang suddenly shouted: "You can't fight, you can't fight, that's our fellow villagers. I recognize that the one on the left is my uncle, and they are all fellow villagers on the rake ridge on the side of the city."

The fire twig was burning with a "chi" sound. Inspectionman Liu quickly pulled out his knife and slashed it on the cannon with a "kneel" and cut off the medicine twig. The county magistrate Huang, who was so shocked that his face turned pale, couldn't help but sigh.

Jiang Bin jumped up in anger, and the blue veins on his forehead said, "I said, sir, if you are approached by a chariot, you will not be able to defend the city at all with us. At this time, you will not be able to do anything about the woman."

County Magistrate Huang said: "No, as parents, how can we hurt our people? We are good at archery skills and shoot the Tartar soldiers to prevent them from getting closer." Several civil officials next to us nodded repeatedly.

The county annals are ordered to bomb without discrimination. The county annals are afraid that their stigma will be recorded from now on. They will be scolded for generations. How could they bear such a crime? Moreover, if the censors knew that they were impeached in the court, even if they escaped the Tatars' butcher knife today, the emperor would probably have sued him.

Several archers creaked away the bows and arrows, and the arrows flew everywhere. However, the chariot that had entered the shooting distance was covered with cowhide. This cowhide that had not been made of nitr was tough and hard, and the bows and arrows could not be shot through at all. The brigade of Tartar soldiers hid behind the siege chariots and slowly approached, not caring at all.

Jiang Bin was anxious and shouted: "I am in command of this place, the gunner, shoot me and knock me down the chariot!"

The Huang County Magistrate shouted with a angrily eyes: "Who dares? The Ming soldiers massacred the people of the Ming Dynasty, which is outrageous! I am the county magistrate of this county, and Lord Min is not here. The officials of this county, including the garrison, are under the jurisdiction of this county, who dares to disobey the order?" The gunners looked at each other, not knowing whose order should be listened to.

A few arrows shot on the cowhide, but the cowhide was shaken a few times. At most one or two arrows were hooked on the cowhide, without any deterrence. A Tatar cavalry leaped in front of the chariot with a gun in one hand and shouted in Chinese: "There are all people from the Ming Dynasty in front, who dares to shoot arrows? You can see it clearly!"

The man turned around, grabbed a package from a woman and carried it in her hand, and ran back. The woman cried and chased after her. Suddenly, a sharp arrow flew over her vest. The woman shook twice and fell to the ground.

The city was solemn, and I watched the woman fall to the ground but could not be rescued. The sturdy Tartar arrived at the city with a gun, raised his hand into the air, and pierced it with a sharp spear tip in his right hand, and was tall in the air, shouting proudly: "We know that there are not many defenders in the city, so we can quickly open the city and surrender, and we can save our lives. Otherwise, the whole city will be slaughtered, and even such a child will never be spared!"

The people on the city then realized that the bag he was carrying was actually a baby, and everyone's eyes were full of blood. Even the archers holding the bows were scared or hated, and their arms were trembling and they could no longer pull the bow.

Seeing the blood flowing down the gun barrel and drops on the snow, Han Youniang reached out to cover her mouth, and her other hand held Yang Ling's arm tightly, and tears blurred her eyes.

After a while, Jiang Bin suddenly yelled: "What are you all standing there? Fire a fire! Fire a fire for me! You stupid nerds, you will only be willing to let the Tartars rush up and slaughter us?"

County Magistrate Huang trembled with his lips and said, "No, no," but he could no longer say a complete sentence. Yang Ling didn't expect that the Tartars were so cruel. Seeing this bloody scene, the huge psychological gap made him suddenly startle to see a reality: now is now, the foreign tribes are foreign tribes, and they are all inhuman beasts.

Seeing a baby in a cradle being stabbed to death by a bloodthirsty barbarian without blinking, he had already penetrated his pupils. He suddenly shook his young lady's arm and rushed to the cannon. He grabbed the torch from the gunner's hand, lit the lead, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Fuck! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

With a "boom", the cannon roared, and the shells landed accurately on the chariot, smashing the base to pieces. Several people in front and the Tartar soldiers who were pushing the siege platform under the base were blown away by blood. The huge bracket fell down shakingly, and the Han people who were not killed were fleeing in all directions. Several carved feather arrows chased them one by one to kill them on the snow.

The Tartar soldiers who were intimidating the challenge under the city wall were shocked to see this and immediately turned their horses to flee. As soon as the horses were turned, a sharp arrow shot into the back of his neck and swallowed it. The Tartars didn't even say a word, and fell off the horses on their backs, hanging on one foot in the kickstand, and the dead body was dragged back to their formation by the war horses.

On the top of the city, Han Youniang had red eyes, holding a battle bow that she had taken from the soldiers beside her, and another carved feather was already on the bowstring. This kind of large bow guarding the city had a fast firing speed and a short range, which was very similar to the longbow she used to hunt in the mountains. When she was 12 years old, she used her longbow to shoot the raccoon running in the dense forest. It was naturally effortless to shoot the uncovered Tartar soldiers under the city.

Seeing that the flesh shield had no effect, the Tartars shouted and carried more than ten wooden ladders to several teams and rushed towards the city wall.

The cannon was bounced out of its original position again, and the smoke dissipated. Yang Ling held the torch and trembled like a fallen leaf in the wind. His face was black, and he slowly turned around with a pair of red eyes and looked at Huang County Chenggong above. Ma Yicheng and others said in a hoarse voice: "The viper claws and the heroes can untie their wrists. The overall situation is important!"

County Magistrate Huang looked at him straight, suddenly shouted, rushed over frantically, and struggled to pick up a rock and threw it down the city viciously. The people of Wang Zhuzhu, Ma Yicheng, etc. rushed up like crazy. Jiang Bin didn't dare to let all of these people die here. He immediately called a few soldiers to carry these crazy scholars and dragged them into Yuelou.

He rushed to Yang Ling, slapped his shoulders hard, and praised: "Good thing, what big things have been achieved for a woman's kindness? No matter what others think, if nearly ten thousand people in the Chicken Crown Post can save their lives, it is all thanks to you!"

He salied hard on the ground and shouted: "Continue firing, blowing up all the wooden ladders of the Tartars!"

But at this time, the Tatar soldiers under the city had already avoided the main city tower, spread out their wings to set up ladders at the city wall and began to attack. The effect of cannons had weakened. Yang Ling retreated to the side, whether it was the neighing of the war horses, the arrows broke through the air, and the screams of his neighing, it seemed that they had become the sound of another world. Two wooden ladders had already attacked the city, and were forcibly suppressed by Jiang Bin, but he stood there in a daze. Although he knew that the most rational way at this time was to ruthlessly shoot away, otherwise he would have lost more lives in vain, but those people still felt a strong sense of guilt when they died in their own hands.

The bombs have been used up, and the people who were originally cowardly and fearful of war seem to have been stimulated to have their blood in their bones. They used stones, rolled wood, and lime. Many people picked up the swords and guns of the dead soldiers and joined the hand-to-hand combat. The Tartars completely paved a way with their lives and vowed to take down the Chicken Crown Office.

Four Tartars rushed up on an escalator not far away, and there were still people climbing up behind them, fighting fiercely with the Ming army. Seeing that the situation was not good, Jiang Bin danced two bloody sabers and pounced on him like a gust of wind.

Yang Ling was awakened by the screams that were so close. At this time, the officers and soldiers guarding the city were short of their hands, and the gap was no longer replenished. Yang Ling didn't think about it, so he grabbed a spear and rushed over.

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Chapter completed!