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Chapter 999 The Battle of Qian’an with Self-written Scrolls (1)

With the dense formation appearing in front of the eyes, Feng Ziying, You Shiren and others standing on the city wall couldn't help exhaling foul breath.

All kinds of fighting and probing went on for a few days in the early stage, during which the night fire attack gave the Dazhou side a complete victory, but it did not have much impact on the main force of the Mongolian army.

According to speculation, the total strength of the five divisions of Neikalkha exceeds 5000. If the 6000 troops of the Horqin Division are added, the strength of this Eastern Route Army has actually greatly exceeded the original forecast of 5 people, reaching [-]. Wan early.

Even if the night fire attack caused heavy losses to the Zalut and Bayut tribes, it was only a loss of 7000 people, and the Mongolian army still maintained a strength of more than 5.

In particular, the strength of the Hongji tribe, the Wuqiyete tribe, and the Horqin people has not been compromised in the slightest. The 5000-strong elite of the Hongji tribe is the absolute main force of this Eastern Route Army.

The Mongols will never retreat or even withdraw their troops because of a night attack and fire attack. Feng Ziying, Hou Chengzu, Zuo Liangyu and others all judged this. Tens of thousands of troops are preparing for menstruation, and then they will travel thousands of miles south. How much will it cost? It's self-evident how much influence it has, if you get beaten back in such a disheartened manner, it will really become a big joke.

Even if it is a bloody encounter, this siege battle must be fought. This is related to the morale and morale of the five divisions of the entire Nekhalka, and it cannot be fought.

Looking at the Mongolian army spreading from the north, Feng Ziying was not so nervous.

Zuo Liangyu had already made preparations in the northern city. The gunners on the low wall had experienced targeted shooting at the Mongolian cavalry who buried the moat a few days ago. Although the effect was mediocre due to strict control of the shooting density, However, this kind of actual combat drills saw blood, and these newcomers finally felt a bit of the cruelty of real war.

Even in such a low-intensity battle, dozens of people in the firecrackers were still hit by arrows, more than 30 people were killed, and nearly a hundred people were injured. It is a kind of baptism.

Thanks to this gradual sharpness, the recruits can adapt quickly. Otherwise, hundreds of thousands of people will be killed or injured in a battle. Feng Ziying and Zuo Liangyu really have to worry about these recruits. Nervous.

A huge wooden shield was erected in front of the rough wooden cart, and behind the wooden shield were Mongolian soldiers holding leather shields. They were in groups of three or four, bowing their bodies, or trotting, or briskly, towards the city wall flocked.

The siege engine is similar to that kind of inclined ladder, and the cloud ladder is even simpler, but under the low wall set up in advance, these two kinds of siege equipment are facing difficulties.

Because of the appearance of this kind of low wall, the ladder had to be made longer, and the soldiers who carried the ladder would ask for more.

However, the siege vehicle cannot directly reach the battlements at the top of the city wall because the low wall extends outwards. This requires that the siege vehicle also needs to be equipped with a wooden board or wooden ladder, so that it can be used when it reaches the bottom of the city wall and is flush with the city wall. The soldiers rushed past.

Zorik Tuhunbatulu and Zai Sai had already studied it in the early stage, and finally decided to equip a wooden ladder on the extended ladder and siege vehicle to solve this problem, which means that the attack efficiency will be reduced and the time will be shortened. If it is longer, the danger will be greater, but this has no choice but to rely on the absolute superiority of troops to overwhelm the opponent.

"Zai Sai, this is the first round of attack. I let Balihan and Suogeto each lead the charge. I hope they will not disappoint me and don't embarrass Uziyet." Zhuoli Ketuhongba Tulu's eyes were burning, staring ahead.

"Uncle, I'm afraid we have to be prepared to pay a lot of losses." Zai Sai was more conservative and cautious than Drolik Tuhunbaturu, which surprised Drolik Tuhunbaturu.

"Oh?" Drake Tuhunbatulu looked at Zai Sai.

"Uncle, I always feel that this time is not that simple. Although the Zarut people are careless, but this kind of fire attack in a way we have never seen before, I always feel that there is something weird in it, not like a normal routine. I heard this The Tongzhi of Yongping Mansion is the son of Feng Tang, the governor of Jiliao. He is well-known in the capital city, and he also participated in the suppression of the Ningxia Rebellion in the Great Zhou Dynasty. ah."

Zaisai's words made Draektuhunbatulu's heart sink, "Zaisai, where did you know these things?"

Zaisai pondered for a while, "It's the news from Ye He's tribe. At the beginning, my father-in-law told me not to get involved in Lindan Batur's southern expedition, but I didn't I do care, but now that I have gone through the battle the night before yesterday, I feel that something is wrong. Although the Ji Zhen army does not seem to have placed the main force here, this guy who is said to be called Xiao Feng Xiuzhuan is full of wisdom and extraordinary skills. That’s why I said we’re afraid we should be prepared to suffer bigger losses.”

Zhuoli Ketuhunbatulu's heart trembled. He knew that he shouldn't be acting as a front. It's just that the Uziyet Department is the nominal head of the Five Departments of Nekarka. If he is not willing to take the lead, it will There is no way to fight a battle.

"But uncle, although this little Feng Xiuzhuan has extraordinary skills, after all, he only has a few thousand soldiers, and we have exhausted him to death with manpower. We must take down this Qian'an City, as long as we take down Qian'an , the population of 8 to [-] in this city plus the wealth inside can be regarded as making up for our losses." Zaisai added: "Your Uziyet tribe will offer it, and my Hongji tribe will not back down. That’s the only way to fight right now.”

Zhuoli Ketuhongbatulu nodded heavily, "Well said, at this time, we have no choice, even if we risk thousands of lives, we have to fight this time! Balihan, so Geto, are you ready? If you are ready, do it to me!"

As Zhuoli Ketuhunbatulu personally approached to beat the drums to cheer, the soldiers of the entire Uziyet Department began to become restless.

Especially in Zhuoli Ke Tuhong Batulu personally cheered up and said that as long as Qian'an City is taken down, he will not take a penny from the children in the city, all of which will be shared by the soldiers, and those who climb the city first will be rewarded with a hundred taels of gold and ten horses Three swords, three treasured swords, and five girls, if they die in battle, the clan will be responsible for raising their heirs until they reach the age of 16.

Encouraged by this, the soldiers of the entire Uziyet Department immediately screamed. After completing the formation, thousands of soldiers, pushing wooden shield carts and carrying leather shields, rushed towards the city wall.

Thousands of black people formed a scattered human wall about a kilometer long and squeezed towards the North Gate of Qian'an. The wooden shields well protected the soldiers on the front line, making it difficult for the firecrackers to really pose a threat to them.

Zuo Liangyu held the saber in his hand, his eyes lit up, and he waved his hand abruptly.

Accompanied by the return of several return cannons, dozens of clay pots exploded again in front of the North Gate camp, and then the fireballs landed on the ground, immediately igniting clusters of fire.

But this time the Mongols have obviously learned their lesson. Although they don’t know what the fierce fire oil fired by the Zhou army is made of, they can imagine that it should be a flammable fuel similar to tung oil after a little guesswork. , So there are dozens of soldiers carrying earth bags among the soldiers.

As soon as the clay pot exploded on the ground, the soldiers carrying the soil bags rushed forward and quickly covered it with soil, making it difficult for the subsequent fireballs to exert their miraculous effects.

Feng Ziying, who was standing on the city wall, couldn't help sighing. He also knew that it was unrealistic to try to use this kind of thing again and again. The Mongols are not stupid. This kind of harm can be quickly reduced to the lowest point.

Zuo Liangyu didn't care when he saw that the fierce fire oil was difficult to exert its effect. They all expected this, and at this time, the Fran cannons on the top of the city also adjusted their shooting distances and angles one after another, and started the first wave of strikes .

Accompanied by bursts of roars, the fuse was ignited, roaring, and smoke overflowed. Groups of soldiers quickly wiped and cleaned the hot gun bore, and then loaded the ammunition packs and shells,...

Amidst the sky-shattering roar, the projectiles flying down relied on their huge inertial kinetic energy to unscrupulously wade out bloody alleys among the crowd.

Although the muddy ground has greatly reduced the kinetic energy of the projectile, it is still not something that the human body can bear. It turned into a bloody Shura field.

And the extremely shrill howls and cries came and went one after another, mixed with the sound of the guns that were still ringing continuously, as well as the roaring and charging sounds, forming an extremely tragic and solemn sonata.

Zhuoli Ke Tuhunba Tulu's face couldn't help twitching, and couldn't help putting his hand on his forehead.

Although you already knew that this battle would not be easy, but when you really face this bloody and brutal scene in front of your eyes, watching the usually strong and brave children of Erlang being destroyed and ravaged as easily as being chopped melons and vegetables, become Turning into mutilated corpses, even though he had fought countless battles before, he still had an unacceptable dizziness.

He saw Suoketo's majestic and blurry figure constantly yelling at the soldiers to rush forward, pushing the wooden shield and approaching the city wall, but a projectile rushed down, smashing the solid wooden shield in an instant, and took it away by the way. The lives of more than a dozen soldiers who hid behind them were lost, while another group of soldiers immediately raised their shields and went up without stopping.

He saw Balihan commanding the cavalry passing along the city wall in a graceful arc, and the sons drew their bows and threw arrows like rain.

Hiding in the low wall, the Da Zhou soldiers on the high wall screamed and had nowhere to hide.

At the same time, gunfire blared from the wall and below the wall, and the smoke was lingering, like leaves struggling in the storm. The cavalry led by Balihan passed by and fell one after another.

(End of this chapter)