After all, the people guarding Usha Castle are just slaves. Most of them have only learned some skills in fighting with swords in the past few days. Only half of them dare to see blood on the battlefield. In fact, everyone knows that with this little strength, it is far from being able to fight against the Mongols who are going all out.
In the past period, the Mongolian siege seemed to be dealt with, probably because the thousands of households in the eastern steppes were not willing to be easily involved in the troubles caused by Yeli Yasi. They just wanted to watch the fun and didn't want to be used as a weapon by Yeli Yasi. Of course, another very important reason was that Lu Shu's identity was slowly leaked, which aroused the fear of many tribes.
But at this time, the Mongols suddenly rose up and launched an attack. Suddenly, arrows rained down, thousands of horses circled the city, and the shouts and roars gathered like a surge, as if they could destroy this hasty fortress in an instant. It doesn't take much battlefield experience to guess that the next step will be an attack from all directions.
Under the suppression of such a huge force, the slaves simply could not hold on. In addition, the strange and bizarre city defense facilities that Ado built urgently were useless, and the situation collapsed in a matter of seconds.
Not to mention that Lu Shu and others had previously robbed the Mongolian pastures, robbed a large number of livestock, raised them in the depressions north of Tunpu, and repaired continuous fences for these livestock. If we had not coveted these things at that time and used the energy of repairing the fence to repair the fort itself, we could have built another strong small fort inside the fort, and maybe it could have lasted a while longer.
Of course, now that the Mongols are ruthless, no matter how prepared they are, the result will be the same.
What's even more troublesome is that the backbone of us people, the distinguished young father-in-law, is crazy about something.
I heard that this brother-in-law of the Emperor of the Zhou Dynasty had no position in the court. He was only awarded a title because he was a relative of the state, and he was called Lu Dinggong. He was extremely noble. When gathering people a few days ago, Yang Woyan saw that this young man was very organized in assigning commands, and felt that the atmosphere of the new dynasty was different from that of Dai Jin, who was terrible.
But at this moment, everyone was fighting for their lives against the rain of arrows. How many jars did he suddenly come out with?
This jar is covered in black glaze and has a bulging belly and a flat bottom. It is clearly used by the army to hold the ashes of dead people. Yang Woyan met him in Shuozhou in his early years.
Isn't this a joke? In order to guard Wusha Castle, everyone searched the ruins all over the place. They found any broken wood and iron tools and gave them to Ado to see what weird weapons he could piece together; but this little boy How many jars did the father-in-law find?
What's the use of this thing? Is it filled with lime and poison, waiting to be thrown out to injure people?
Yang Woyan subconsciously stretched out his hand to weigh the jar.
No matter what is loaded here, as long as it is heavy enough, it can at least knock over a few Mongolians later, right?
Just as he reached halfway, Lu Shu opened his hand.
"Don't move. No one is allowed to move."
Lu Shu muttered and placed one of the clay pots more firmly: "My father is in it."
"Ah? What the hell is this? Is it the old man?"
When Yang Woyan made a sound in surprise, the arrow rain became more intensive. From the city wall, it looked as if heavy rain had poured down on them, and it seemed as if the wild grass around the fort had turned into clusters of arrows flying back and forth. The rammed-earth city platform where the few people were sitting was almost submerged by the arrows.
Earlier, some people tried to pull out the arrows stuck in the wall and reflect them back, but now everyone is forced to be unable to lift their heads. But at this time, there was a new sound added to the roaring outside the fort. It was the sound of at least thousands of people stepping on the ground. The Mongols were preparing to attack!
The slaves of Han had suffered enough inhuman suffering on the grassland and were not really afraid of death, but this situation of imminent death really made people afraid. Under the shields raised side by side like a wall, many people's eyes were focused on Lu Shu. Yang Woyan's eyes turned black and veins on his forehead jumped: "Young Master, it's only serious that you can make up your mind at this time. What are you going to do with... ahem, what are you going to do with me?"
Lu Shu straightened several clay pots one by one, and padded the bottoms with thick cloth to ensure they were placed securely.
His expression was actually very determined, and his words were not disturbed by the sound of arrows piercing the air: "These two hold the bones of my father and my mother. The two over there hold His Majesty's parents... and several of them They all died young, and although I remember the location of the cemetery, the environment has changed over the years due to war and chaos, so it is not easy to find them."
Are the ashes of the emperor and empress' parents really inside?
In fact, Lu Shu said it several times before and after, but Yang Woyan only fully realized it now.
He was so shocked that his feet were weak, and he had to continue to exert strength on his hands to withstand the shield, which was getting heavier and heavier because it carried many arrows. After the four fingers of his left hand were cut off, the wound was still early to heal. Now he used enough strength to hold the shield, and the wound immediately burst open, and a few drops of blood slipped down, almost dripping on the jar.
Yang Woyan quickly moved his left hand away. With a slight movement, an arrow penetrated the gap between the shield and the shield.
Several people exclaimed. Lu Shu's reaction was really quick. He turned his head and got out of the way.
Yang Woyan ignored the severe pain in his hands and raised the shield high again in a panic.
Lu Shu remained calm.
He stretched out his hand to cover the jar, as calm as a young man, but like a middle-aged man who has gradually become numb after experiencing countless separations and deaths.
"All the elders of our family died here. The purpose of my coming to the grassland this time is to take the old man back to the Central Plains for burial... Unfortunately, I knew at least four to five hundred people in Wusha Castle. These people, and Many of our comrades who fought together and moved to war have long been buried in the deep valleys of various grasslands. Not even a piece of clothing or a customary weapon can be recovered."
Yang Woyan's blood fell on the back of Lu Shu's hand.
Lu Shu looked at the back of his hand, then looked up at Yang Woyan's palm and the expanding blood stains on the bandaged cloth: "Old Yang, don't panic, relax, just watch with us. Today, there are many people on the grassland. People will come to Wusha Castle. They deserve to die, and those who deserve to kneel must kneel. My parents, uncles and aunts will definitely be happy to see such a rare big scene. After watching it, you follow me and return to the Central Plains together. "
"Ah? This?" Yang Woyan held a breath in his chest and simply didn't know how to respond.
What are these words?
I understand every word, and I hear every word clearly, but what does it mean to serialize them together? Many people on the grassland came to Usha Castle, it’s us who deserve the damn, right?
He felt that Lu Shu was probably crazy. But he didn't know where Lu Wusi and A Duo were, so he could only turn around and shout to the people behind him: "Where is the cyclone cannon? Huh?"
"The first group of people are here." Lu Shu said.
"You're not here? Young Master, what did you say?"
Yang Woyan turned his head sharply, his eyes just passing through the gap between the wooden fence and the rammed earth.
After Lu Shu and others arrived at Wusha Castle, they built piers and wooden gates on several key city walls. The wooden fence is very high, very strong, and fits the rammed earth very well, so it stands very firmly. The gap under the wooden fence is very narrow. The defender is close and can look around and has a wide field of vision. However, it is extremely difficult for the attacker to get in through a small opening.
So Lu Shu placed the four jars here solemnly.
Yang Woyan looked beyond the jar and looked outward, seeing that the strong wind outside had stopped at some point. The dust that obscured his vision fell, and a huge curtain slowly unfolded before his eyes, revealing the stage behind him.
The stage is the vast grassland itself. Located at the front of the stage are naturally the Mongolian armies of various tribes on the eastern side of the grassland approaching from all directions. They showed off their power, as if they were about to rush out of the stage and trample all the spectators into pulp. At the back of the scroll are the orulu, or camp, of these Mongols.
But on both sides of the picture, new characters appeared at this time.
Located to the west is a huge number of cavalry.
It's like the Mongolian cavalry, but there are some subtle differences. Their horses are generally taller than Mongolian horses, and there are also a large number of gray-yellow camels. When they moved, their formation was not as loose as the Mongols, but moved forward in waves like waves.
Under the waving flags, like a forest of swords and guns, the tall pointed leather hats or colorful headbands of the knights rise and fall with the horses, giving them a solemn and solemn aura.
"These should be Genghis Khan's newly recruited cavalry from the Western Regions. I heard that to the west of the Western Regions, there are countless countries and tribes, large and small, which are vaster than the Central Plains. The first to lead the Mongols' troops is a great country called Khwarezm. His country With a territory of thousands of miles and 400,000 victorious troops, even if Genghis Khan faced them, it would have taken a lot of effort to pacify the wars between the various countries.
Later, Genghis Khan selected the elite and sent them back to the grasslands to serve. There were more than 20,000 forwards alone. These are the people..."
Lu Wusi bent down and came up from the wooden ladder at the back, watching and explaining to Lu Shu.
Lu Shu nodded: "This group of people chased Zhao Xuan and the 6,000 Mongolian households who came to us all the way. I heard that there were constant killings along the way. They still have such vigor at this time. They are worthy of being a strong soldier in the Western Regions."
Zhao Xuan was Lu Wusi's immediate boss. Those few people who had defected to Mongolia Qianhu in the Great Zhou Dynasty early on were Lu Wusi's responsibility. He personally killed some of the most unruly leaders in their tribe back then. At this moment, Lu Wusi felt a little uncomfortable when he heard the word "chasing".
He sneered twice: "My defense envoy only brought a few subordinates with him and did not use all his strength. Those Mongolian Qianhuqiao were really lax, and the battle was a mess!"
"Where's that end?" Lu Shu changed the subject.
Located to the east was a somewhat strange army, which immediately made Yang Woyan's eyes widen.
On the outside of this army were a large number of cavalry. The cavalry were in groups of thirty or fifty, widely spaced apart from each other. Groups of cavalry were scattered like clouds in the sky, with no edge visible at a glance. Tens of thousands of horse hooves trampled on the turf, raising smoke and dust all over the sky, which was even louder than the howling north wind just now.
That's all. Yang Woyan has been in the grasslands for a long time and has seen large-scale tribal migrations several times, and the scenes were very similar. The strange thing is that surrounded by the huge cavalry, there are actually a large number of infantry.
The infantry appeared in the form of small square formations, with about a hundred people in one formation, and then several small formations formed a medium-shaped horizontal formation. The horizontal formations were staggered with each other, and vaguely formed a large square formation of thousands of people. It can be vaguely seen that there are dense spearmen on the periphery of the array. Covering the spearmen are sword and shield men holding large shields, and a large number of crossbowmen are squatting among them.
The formation was just formed, but it was not neat at all. Many soldiers adjusted their postures back and forth, and many small teams moved back and forth in different square formations. When the dust and smoke dispersed, their movements shone with dense cold light under the sunlight.
A considerable number of these infantry are actually armored or iron armored!
Yang Woyan said happily: "Are these the armies of the Zhou Dynasty? No wonder everyone says that the army of the Zhou Dynasty is so powerful, it is indeed well-deserved! No wonder, young master, you are not panic at all, there are so many reinforcements!"
This army is indeed different from the ordinary Mongolian army.
Even the Mongols who advanced below Usha Castle had similar thoughts to Yang Woyan. Their forward momentum suddenly stopped, and even the arrow rain suddenly became sparse. Behind their queue, the knights in Nayan costumes were shouting, and many Nakels were running back and forth. They either blew horns or fired blasters, presumably to mobilize their subordinates in other directions of Usha Castle to quickly return to the north and join the main team.
Seeing this scene, all the slaves of Han'er, who thought they were going to die, jumped for joy, and cheers came one after another.
Yang Woyan said happily: "Okay! Okay! The Mongols have been scared off! I, the Great Zhou Dynasty, are mighty!"
Lu Wusi sneered twice.
Lu Shu shook his head: "That's not Zhou's army, it's the headquarters of the Golden Family that suppresses the grassland, subordinates of Belgutai. They arrived a little late."
"ah?"
Yang Woyan's hand suddenly lost strength. The shield fell with a clang, almost hitting the four noble jars.
