Chapter 105: Unfavorable, Shadow

"Smack and fuck."

When the Mongolian cavalry rushed to sixty steps, bird guns on the city walls roared together, and in the smoke, a large group of Mongolian cavalry fell down with screams. Coupled with the frightened and neighing of the horses, the battlefield was in chaos.

As we rushed closer, the big arrows on the city came like rain, and the four tiger squatting cannons were even louder. The loud sound of fire was filled with choking gunpowder. The countless lead balls shot out by the four tiger squatting cannons, like big brooms, swept a large area of ​​Mongolian cavalry, whether they were men or horses, and they all swept to the ground.

When the shrill scream came from afar, he couldn't help but clench his fists with heartache. Before he could touch the opponent's wall, he had lost nearly a hundred warriors. These were the elites of the clan, and they were all meaninglessly consumed here today. And some of his followers next to him saw the battle situation so fiercely, and their faces were very ugly.

Among the more than 1,500 Mongolian soldiers of Bushitu's troops attacked the city, they lost nearly 10% in a moment. The reason for the damage was so severe was because of the terrain of Sancha Fort. Sancha Fort only had two city gates, one was the west gate and the other was the south gate. The northeast was backed by the mountains, the terrain was dangerous and the people could not pass through. Of course, there was no city gate. The south gate was facing Wuzhai Fort and close to the Zhujia River. Of course, the Mongols would not run here to attack the city.

On the side of the siege, there was only a small field between the two hills in front of the west gate. This terrain would not be possible if the people were dispersed. Of course, they were the best target.

After finally rushing to the bottom of the city wall, the Mongolian soldiers of Bushitu team threw out iron claws and thrust up the city wall. With the momentum of Leba, they climbed up desperately. In addition, some Mongolian soldiers carried simple siege ladders made of chopped trees and also desperately approached the city gate. Yuzhe's Mongolian soldiers took out their horn bows and roared behind them and shot arrows to cover the siege of these Mongolian soldiers.

The soldiers of Wuzhai Fort on the city were running back and forth. Under the command of their respective captains, flag chiefs, and archers, the bird gunners and archers kept shooting at the Mongolian rangers under the city. Pungent white smoke filled the air and iron arrows flew across the city. The soldiers of Wuzhai Fort relied on the convenience of the territoriality, while the Mongolian rangers under the city relied on the essence of archery, and the two sides fought hard.

Of course, the Mongolian cavalry that shoots archery under the city should be careful not to gather together closely, so as not to become the targets of the tiger-squatting cannons of the Wuzhai Fort army on the city. The horn bows that shoot at the riding are weak in power and must be within thirty steps to have lethality, and they cannot gather together to form a suppressive rain of arrows. In this way, their support for the Mongolian soldiers who climb the city will be even smaller.

On the city of Guancheng, the soldiers of Wuzhai Fortress who were holding cold weapons, either holding hooks and sickles to push the war ladder, or constantly throwing wooden and rocks into the city, or cutting off the iron chains thrown up, causing the Mongolian soldier to fall to death, or stabbed the Mongolian soldier who had finally climbed the city with a knife and stabbed him to death with a gun. On the city, there was a shocking sound of killing.

"withstand!"

The general Ding Chaoyong held a big knife and shouted wildly. He led more than 100 officers and soldiers in a bureau to run back and forth on the city wall. While patrolling the various parts of the city wall, he saw that the situation was critical, so he went up to reinforce.

At this time, a battle ladder reached the top of the city, and a Mongolian soldier poked out the head, and the two soldiers guarding the chassis nearby died in battle. Ding Chao rushed over without thinking about it, and as soon as the Mongolian soldier jumped in, he slashed the head of the Mongolian soldier with one knife.

The Mongolian soldier fell into the city wall and rolled on the ground and screamed loudly, not dead for a while. Ding Chao didn't care about drawing his sword or injuring someone. With his strength, he picked up a thick log with iron nails on his body, shouted loudly and threw it under the city. There was a burst of screams immediately. The four Mongolian soldiers crawling on the ladder were smashed into meat paste by the thick log with iron nails.

Immediately, two soldiers from Wuzhai Fort came to fill the seat, and two more, lowered their heads, turned the winch, and twisted the log with thick ropes tied to the body and covered with iron thorns back to the top of the city for next use.

The Mongolian soldier was still twitching on the ground. Ding Chao pulled his knife back from his head, chopped off his head, and let out a sigh of relief. This time, it was probably the most difficult time that the Wuzhai Fort army came to fight. In the past, the Wuzhai Fort army had only fought at most horse thieves, so how could such a dangerous battle have it? But I believe that after this battle, the new recruits in his own department will become mature veterans.

The sound of cow horns not far away sounded, and immediately the Mongolian soldiers who were sieging the city retreated like a tide.

The Mongols withdrew their troops, and immediately there was a cheer on the top of the city. Ding Chaoyong and several generals laughed. It seems that this is the case with the extremely cruel thief outsiders.

It is estimated that in this battle, more than ten people were injured and killed, but more than 200 people were killed and injured, which was a great victory.

There was cheering on Sancha Fort, while the Mongolian army was silent. Especially the leaders such as Jolite and Bretu were even more ugly. Jolite was worried that the Wuzhai Fort army was so powerful, which was very different from the Ming army along the way he had encountered. The prospects for this plunder were probably not so wonderful.

Pulltu was even more heartbroken. In this battle, he lost more than 200 people and sent more than 2,000 troops. In the blink of an eye, he lost nearly 10% of his troops. These were excellent soldiers in the clan, so how did he go back and explain to his clan members. For them, the warriors were the most precious. If they lost 10%, the clan was greatly damaged. After all, their main task was to rob.

More importantly, after losing these people, he had no gains at all. Thinking of this, Pulltu couldn't help but feel resentful of Zhulite.

For Lite, the soldiers of Bushitu's troops attacked the city this time, which was enough to test the combat power of the Wuzhai Fort army. As for what Pulltu thought, he didn't care about it.

He comforted Bretu by the way, leaving five hundred troops to monitor the movements of the Sanchabao army, and then most of them walked around Sanchabao from the southwest hills and headed towards Wuzhaibao.

The five hundred men left behind, of course, did not dare to make any more decisions in Sancha Fort, but just monitored from a distance, even the Sancha Fort army came out to cut off their heads and clean up the spoils.

He worked hard to cheer up and led a group of Mongolian cavalry to cross the thick ice Zhujiachuan River, and rushed to Wuzhai Fort with murderous intent.

After entering the territory of Wuzhai Fort, they took the lead with their efforts. The Mongolian soldiers waved their weapons, howled and ran wildly on the concrete avenue built by Wuzhai Fort. Everyone's eyes flashed with blood-devouring expressions, thinking that when they passed by some villages later, they must kill and rob them. In front of those Ming women and children who were powerless, they could vent their strength of the Mongolian warriors.

But slowly, the cries of the Mongolian soldiers became weaker. This cement road was built along the south bank of Qinglian River. There were endless fields on both sides of Qinglian River. There were dozens of miles from Sanchabao to Wuzhaibao, and there were some farms distributed from time to time. These farms were all thick in walls and the defense was even better than Sanchabao.

On both sides of the Qinglian River, the earliest development locations of Wuzhai Fort were originally developed, with dense farms. In the eyes of these Mongolians, there was a military fort as strong as Sancha Fort every few miles away, with both sides of the left and right. Each fort was already very wary. Everyone on the forts was fully armed. After seeing their own large groups of people, they were not panicked. They just looked at themselves with cold eyes, as if they were looking at a large group of prey. That feeling was very uncomfortable.

All I saw were thick military forts, but none of them could see the villages and towns that could allow Mongolian warriors to show their power. The closer they were to the Wuzhai Fort, the more they felt like they were surrounded by numerous encirclements in the hearts of the Mongolian soldiers.

Finally, he led thousands of Mongolian soldiers to the Wuzhai Fort. When he saw the Wuzhai Fort, the Mongolian soldiers were even more heartbroken. He saw that the Wuzhai Fort was several times larger than Sancha Fort, and the city wall was taller and thicker. It was covered with something called cement outside, which was extremely solid. There was also a horse face on the city wall and a suspension bridge on the city gate. I guess there must be a urn inside.

In such a strong city, don’t say that it has thousands or tens of thousands of people. Without perfect siege equipment, don’t want to break through the Wuzhai Fort.

Zouli was stunned, and finally sighed deeply in his heart, thinking: "The heaven of immortality is above, is it a disaster or a blessing to come to Wuzhai Fort this time?"

"Are the thief coming?"

In the guerrilla mansion, after listening to Jiang Dazhong's report, Huang Laifu smiled slightly and finally teased his beloved son Huang Dalang. His son is 5 months old. Not only can he recognize his parents, but he can also make "Yeah" sounds, and his chubbyness is very adorable.

Not only their grandparents, grandparents, and everyone in the mansion are all very precious. His mother Gu Yunniang also loves her much more.

After hearing Jiang Dazhong's report, Gu Yunniang also said to Huang Laifu with some concern: "My husband, are the Tartars here? You have to be careful."

Huang Laifu smiled and said, "Don't worry, my good wife, you are not at ease with your husband's ability?"

He patted his wife's white face, and amid Gu Yunniang's coquettish voice, he was dressed in armor and walked towards the city wall with the help of a group of servants. On the way, he met the army supervisor Ma Jiuying who was rushing to the city.

When he heard that thousands of Tartars came to the Wuzhai Fort, his father-in-law's face was a little pale. He grabbed Huang Laifu's hand and said nervously: "Mr. Huang, the captive forces are powerful. Can Wuzhai Fort defend it?"

Huang Laifu laughed and said, "My father-in-law is too worried. Just a few thousand thieves want to spy on my Wuzhai Fort? Even if we come tens of thousands more, it is not a problem. This time, I must let those thieves know that it is not that easy to eat my Wuzhai Fort!"

"Hehehehehehehehehehehehe, that's fine, then our family will feel at ease..."
Chapter completed!