The night battle is in full swing.
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 team of a hundred cavalry, galloping on horseback. They were all wearing net armor and holding spears tied with ropes. They faced the arrows shot from the camp wall. Many of them had arrows in their armor, and they rushed close like hedgehogs, and then threw their spears.
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 in time. When the cavalry returned, the ropes on the spears were straightened, and then the fences and other objects fixed to 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 rope twitched wildly like a black snake, 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 sabers and charged forward on foot. They knocked down low walls of rammed earth, climbed over fences at the risk of being gutted, or rushed in through gaps with other companions who charged on foot.
Fortunately, since the Mongolian Qingqi raid yesterday, Wang Shixian immediately strengthened the troop deployment in the direction of the camp gate, and also built a small camp about a mile from the gate. At this time, a large number of able-bodied civilians had arrived... They got up in a hurry. Many of them were shirtless, and some even didn't even put on their pants. They were only wrapped in robes, but in their hands they all held weapons for stabbing. Long weapons... spears, lances, or long sharpened bamboos or long wooden sticks.
Under the loud command of the officer behind them, these weapons stabbed out like raindrops. It's dark, the lights are swaying, and it's hard to see everything outside, but it doesn't matter, as long as you keep stabbing! Did you hear the screams, smell the blood? Well done, you hero!
The Mongols fell in succession 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 brutal killings and genocide. How could they be intimidated by this small camp?
The knights were still pulling down the fence in an orderly manner, while the warriors 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 gushed out. But he casually broke off the arrow, and cut off the spear that tried to stab him, then grabbed the spear handle and snatched it back with all his strength.
For strong men with little combat experience, it is easiest to master the technical essentials of thrusting downwards from a high place; it is not easy to panic when thrusting from a high position. But when thrusting downward, the most taboo thing is to focus on the stretched leg and the body to lean out too much.
A strong man's weapon was suddenly snatched away, he subconsciously held it tightly, and then he was dragged outside the camp. The Mongolian hundred households swung their swords and stabbed upwards, the blades piercing deeply into the belly of the strong man.
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 hole. The strong man could not help but scream in horror as he watched his family being disemboweled.
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 gushed out from his body cavity, and soon his body and internal organs were trampled to pieces and deformed.
The small camp blocked in the center of the camp gate did not have room for a large number of troops to be stationed. The dozens of soldiers here faced difficulties immediately after the Mongolian army entered the camp. The Mongols behind them nocked arrows one after another and shot randomly into the camp.
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. The screams were endless, and some were crying in fear. The officer stationed here did not hesitate to kill one person with his sword, 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 it was occupied by the camp, the passages on both sides became even narrower, with only room for one horse. The Mongolian cavalry almost squeezed in through these two passages, and then charged forward fiercely.
But the people organized in the camp were also rushing to the camp gate. Although the first few Mongolian cavalry to enter the camp fought bravely, they were quickly trapped among the defenders and were stabbed from all directions at the same time.
Amidst the shouts of the people and soldiers, the Mongolian cavalry fell down bloody, but the subsequent cavalry entered the passage and continued to sprint.
The Mongolian army's brigade was just outside the camp, like a raging flood, and the sprint of these Mongolian cavalry seemed like the flood had opened a small gap in the embankment. The water spurts out violently from the gap, but because the amount of water is not large, it is forcibly suppressed every time.
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. His throat felt like it was tearing apart, and the air entering his lungs was filled with fire, burning with every breath. He was about to collapse, and his subordinates were about to lose their support.
The Mongolian army seemed to advance 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 the feet became extremely sticky due to the watering of blood.
Several senior soldiers who were originally under Zhang Jiao's command have all been killed in the battle, and almost all of Zhang Qian's cronies have also died. At this moment, the person holding the spear in front was a soldier and six common people. Almost all the other people were in panic, and their steps were trembling slightly.
The two soldiers blocking Zhang Qian were already Zhang Qian's last available strength. The two of them survived because they were both crossbowmen, but now all the arrows were used up, and the two of them could only fight to the death with daggers. 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 scratched 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 died, the people lost their backbone, and the formation was vulnerable, this small fortress would immediately change hands. The change of hands of the small camp represents the change of hands of the entire camp.
Now, how many Mongolian cavalry are waiting outside the camp gate to rush in? Yesterday during the day, those 100 people made a huge noise. Now, maybe there are 1,000 or 2,000 riders ready 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 was crumbling.
The east gate of the fortress was also difficult to maintain.
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 inward.
Chen Heng shouted, trying to organize a counterattack and regain the pier.
An arrow flew diagonally and hit Chen Heng's thigh. His feet gave way and he fell down immediately. He didn't forget to raise his sword and forced a Khitan soldier in front of him to retreat.
He knelt down on one knee, swung the knife with his backhand to cut off the arrow shaft, and was about to stand up when another arrow flew not far away and hit him squarely in the face. This was a powerful snake bone arrow. The arrow cluster carved a bloody hole in Chen Heng's cheek, and with more than a dozen teeth, it penetrated through the other side of the chin.
Chen Heng let out a cry, and when he saw the Mongolian with his bow not far away, he threw a straight knife with all his strength and pierced the Mongolian's shoulder.
The Mongolian groaned and took a few steps back. And more Mongolians in the rear rushed towards them like wolves seeing blood. They brandished knives and guns, slashing and stabbing at Chen Heng. Chen Heng was unarmed and could only raise his arms to block. Then his arm flew into the air, blood splattering everywhere.
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