"I have been working all day, and I want us to attack the city today. It's really not a breath!" A tribal warrior sighed at the desolate and thick horn sound.

Since receiving such an order in the morning, the tribal warriors who had trade with the Ming Dynasty were complaining and complaining. They didn't want to come to fight, but after seeing the Mongolejin tribe hiding into the Great Wall, they lost their will to fight.

In addition, Da Yan Khan is so generous to one and the other, everyone can see that this is deliberately suppressing: anyone's life is fate, and he will not feel willing to throw it under the Great Wall for no reason.

If you have such resentment in your heart, your actions will naturally be revealed.

These soldiers were in a row, crowding in the open space five miles below the Great Wall, pointing at Dayankhan's camp, talking loudly, not so much as fighting, but gathering people to complain.

The hundreds of households in charge of the whole team were also resentful. Seeing this, they did not scold them. They just muttered, not knowing whether they were scolding the soldiers or Da Yankhan.

"Satisfied, fortunately, we have not been included in the first wave yet, we are just responsible for covering the stones."

Another soldier heard their conversation and interrupted, "Look, the people from the tribe of Weilath had just dug the trench in the middle of the night last night and were about to carry the ladder to attack the city. It was really a disaster for eight lifetimes."

Weirat is Oala.

Ola is the name of the Ming Dynasty, and people have always called themselves Wei Lat. Just like the Ming Dynasty called Dayan Khan the little prince, Batu Mengke said that he was twenty-seven, not small at all.

"No! Dayankhan's move is really sinister. Although their camp did not suffer a surprise attack yesterday, it was not easy at all. Now he still has to use a scimitar to climb the ladder to fight, so how can he have a way out?" The singer sighed, obviously not optimistic about the fate of the soldiers of the Weilat tribe.

"Stop talking nonsense, why don't you push the stone pot forward?" Baihu finally couldn't see it anymore and stepped forward and urged.

The so-called stone cannon is actually a stone throwing cart, made of completely wooden and simple to make. During the war, there is no need to move the entire stone cannon. You only need to bring some key components of the stone cannon to the city and order people to cut down some trees, or demolish some houses in nearby villages and take wood, which can be made.

It is built quickly and its power is not small. Facing ordinary cities, it is particularly powerful. The walls of some poor cities are still made of rammed earth, and the earth walls can even be directly smashed!

However, in front of the Great Wall, the effect is very limited.

In order to consolidate the border defense in the north, the Ming Dynasty almost never stopped the construction of the Great Wall during its more than 200-year rule. The dangerous areas were made of stones and blue bricks, which were very strong. There were also many castles along the way, with a large scale, and it was also a miracle in the world.

In particular, Yansui is one of the nine borders of the Ming Dynasty. During the Chenghua period, Yu Zijun, the governor of Yansui Town, led 40,000 soldiers to build it in three months. It was simply a dream to smash the city wall with stones.

The reason why I still need to smash it is simply to provide some cover to the soldiers who are siegeing the city.

Just as these soldiers struggled to push the stone throwing cart to the attack range, their ears were filled with the sound of horns that suddenly became huge and thick.

The first wave of Weilat's siege troops rushed towards the Great Wall while making deafening shouts.

Almost at the same time, the sound of rumbling war drums also sounded on the Great Wall, and dozens of cannons at the squadrons burst out instantly.

Firearms have always been a nightmare for Mongolian cavalry. No matter how experienced Mongolian veterans are, they will be scared to death by the rumbling cannons.

The soldiers who were about to throw stones to cover them threw the stones and ran down immediately. After all, they also knew that the first target of the Ming artillery was bound to be the stone throwing cart.

However, after a round of cannons, they raised their heads in shock and found that there were no casualties around them.

This situation is simply unheard of: a squint cannon is understandable, but dozens of cannons are all silent, so it can only be explained by the Ming army on purpose.

However, the sound of the horns of the siege was still whimpering. Before I could figure out what was going on, the tribal warriors could only continue to rush down the Great Wall without hesitation.

At this time, some of their vanguards had rushed to the range of arrows and muskets. Everyone began to become nervous. Seeing the Ming soldiers on the city wall stretching out muskets, the warriors of the Menggueljin tribe pulled the bowstrings.

‘Everything’….

‘Swish swish swish’…………

The sound of the fire of the musket and the sound of the bow and arrow breaking off the strings were secretly interspersed in the sound of the horns. A tribal warrior who had no time to hide, watched the arrows shoot and closed his eyes in despair.

However, the sudden pain in his chest was not the kind of piercing pain. He picked up the arrow on the ground in a daze and saw that there was no arrow on it.

After a burst of white smoke drifted on the Great Wall, no terrible projectiles were shot out. Under the dense long-range strike, no tribal warrior died...

At this moment, no matter how stupid a person is, he reacted: Ming Jun doesn’t want to kill them!

And they all knew that the tribe had trade with the Ming Dynasty - it was because of this relationship that the Ming army did not want to fight against them!

Suddenly, the sound of the horn of the siege continued to whimper.

But the warriors carrying the ladders under the city no longer roared and were unwilling to rush forward. The warriors responsible for throwing stones all stood there blankly.

Between the camp and the Great Wall, these people were at a loss with the sound of horns and war drums. They looked confused, like a group of children without their mother's care.

At this time, the sound of war drums on the Great Wall stopped. Such an absurd phenomenon also made the unilateral horn a little idiot, and then stopped.

The fire sieve was once again urging by He Jin, holding a wooden trumpet and starting to make chicken soup, shouting loudly: "The warriors under the city, our Mengguolejin tribe, like you, are also people on the grassland. But we don't want to fight, and the Ming Dynasty doesn't want to!"

"The Ming Dynasty and our tribe do not want to sacrifice the lives of thousands of children for the sake of things that should have been resolved by peaceful trade."

He Jin, who was standing beside him, had a resentment on his face at this moment, and couldn't help but mutter: "I would have learned Mongolian language more proficiently. This glorious moment should have bloomed..."

But the fire sieve seemed to have found a feeling, kicked the annoying He Jin away with one kick, no longer shouted according to the lines he wrote, and began to perform freely.

"Go back, the great immortality gave us life, not to waste us in such meaningless battles, but to take good care of the cattle and sheep outside the tent, love our women, and raise our descendants!"

"On the vast grassland, we have our happiness and singing, which is the blessing given to us by the immortal heaven. Killing and plundering cannot prove our courage and nobility, but will only bring endless pain to our relatives and the grassland!"

"Put down your scimitars and go back to your tribe and grassland. There is where you should be. The scimitars in your hands should protect the happiness of yourself and your family, rather than sacrifice here for nothing!"

The tribal warriors under the city can actually only hear what they are saying if they are very close to the fire sieve.

But this was enough. Squids, empty bullets, arrows without arrows have already made them understand a lot. As for what Fire Screen said without hearing clearly, they all understand and long for...

At that moment, a tribal warrior under the city shouted loudly and threw the scimitar on the ground: "The fire sieve tower sac is right, and fate is up to oneself. Why don't you want to fight, but let us die!"

If one person does this, ten people will respond and hundreds will agree. Soon, the warriors under the city threw away the scimitars and ladders, turned around and walked towards the camp.

However, just after walking a few steps, I saw an overwhelming arrow covering the sunshine in the sky. It was like a large cloud of dark clouds, and suddenly hit them.

This time, hundreds of warriors watched the sharp arrow pierce into their bodies, their eyes staring at the direction of the camp in disbelief, and fell into a pool of blood.
Chapter completed!