Heiyunlong calmed down quickly. He didn't have time to figure out now when the Mongols stopped using bows and arrows and switched to muskets.
He must make a decision now. Think of a solution. Otherwise, the crenellations were suppressed by the flintlock guns from the opposite side, and the enemy would soon be on the wall.
At this time, the three-eyed guns arrived for reinforcements from the other three walls. There are fifty more in total. Including the ten remaining here, there are still sixty in total.
Heiyunlong was overjoyed. He shouted: "Move the three-eyed muskets onto the horses and shoot the Tatars climbing the city from the side."
Not one of the eleven horses can get five or six three-eyed guns.
"Send someone to move the Crouching Tiger Cannon here as well."
The muskets on the opposite side can only shoot at the wall facing them. If you shoot at the soldiers on the ladder from the side of the horse, they will not be able to hit the other side.
"Here, give the three-eyed blunderbuss to the servants and disperse them to the horses. Hurry up." Hei Minglian shouted loudly.
Soon a large number of Mongolians appeared at the battlements of the city wall. They held the gap in the battlements with one hand and held a knife in the other, ready to jump in.
Hei Mingxiao yelled: "Get in the way and fight. Their bodies are blocking the other side and they dare not shoot."
The servants were a little frightened by the flintlock attacks, and more than forty people were killed just now. It scared them so much that they didn't even dare to show their heads.
When I heard the young general shouting like this, I immediately understood that the other side really didn't dare to fire any more. The musket was inaccurate and it was very likely to knock one of his own people off the ladder.
They all roared and blocked them with knives and guns.
Bimoge is a corps leader. He was originally a slave on the grassland, but he didn't expect Zhebie to come. They defeated the Taiji, Nayan and herdsmen who had been riding on their heads for generations. He was given cattle, sheep, felt bags, and a woman.
This woman is the wife of a herdsman, and now the herdsman has run away. According to the rules that have existed on the grassland for thousands of years, Zhebie made the decision to gather these women together. Let these bachelors draw lots, and whoever catches them will belong to them, and let God decide.
It's good to draw lots, this is fate. You just recognize it and no one can blame it. He raised his hands in approval. This method convinced everyone.
As a result, he caught the most beautiful one.
Now, he has a yurt, horses, cattle and sheep, a woman, and she is pregnant with a child. He was excited and fought bravely, rushing forward desperately.
In the past, it was the chiefs and herdsmen who used standing cavalry to escort them to attack the Han cities. Now that no one is forcing him, he is even braver.
He climbed to the end of the ladder, and before he could jump in, a spear suddenly struck him.
He was already on guard, tilted his body to the right, and skillfully turned aside to avoid the spearhead. Immediately, he grabbed the spear shaft and pulled it outward with force.
An old pawn screamed and flew out of the crenel. He fell heavily to the icy ground with a thud, motionless as he saw that he was dead.
Taking advantage of this gap, he immediately turned over and prepared to jump onto the city wall.
He held a machete in one hand and swung it forward. Although he didn't know if there was a second person on the other side, he was cautious by nature and still used the blade to clear the way.
"Ah!" There was a scream, and a servant who was hiding under the wall suddenly rushed over and was about to attack him, but his arm was cut off with a knife. He was rolling around on the ground holding his broken forearm in pain.
After he chopped down the servant, he stood firmly on the city wall with both feet.
He was excited. He knew that the master was Han Chinese.
According to the rules of the Han people, being the first to ascend is the second-level military merit in the first level. Second only to killing generals and capturing the flag. And it was even before the army broke into battle.
Usually there are very generous rewards or huge promotions.
As long as he can survive the attacks of the enemies surrounding the city wall and buy time for his colleagues behind him, more and more people will rush to the city wall. Thereby controlling a breakthrough point.
Immediately afterwards, four or five servants pounced on him.
Long knives, short spears, and even flails came forward one after another. Not far away, a young general carrying a soul-severing gun also rushed over with his bodyguards.
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Bimoge did not hesitate to take out the two double-barreled short muskets from his waist. Fire was immediately opened.
This is specially equipped for the city climbing team. Just to cope with the current situation. Once you jump onto the city wall, you will immediately be surrounded from all sides. You must have a handy weapon.
boom! boom! boom! boom! Four gunshots rang out, and the four surrounding servants fell down one after another.
Only one with a flail was left behind him. A flail struck him on the back.
Bimog couldn't deal with all the enemies. He killed four people with four shots, which was the maximum limit. I can't even care about my back.
But he knew clearly that if it was stabbed with a knife or a gun, he would be stabbed to death directly.
However, if you hit a blunt weapon like a flail, you won't necessarily die.
Besides, he wears a beak helmet. As long as he doesn't get hit on the head, he most likely won't jump on the street.
Therefore, in the moment of life and death, a choice was made. Let the flail hit your back.
Although he was dressed very thickly, with a leather robe on the outside and a stab-proof military uniform in the middle. There are also very thick cotton clothes and pants inside. However, he was still beaten and rolled to the ground. Vomited a mouthful of blood.
The flail bounced off his back and hit the ground. The ebony sections tied with iron chains erased a spark from the brick floor of the city wall.
Bimoge took advantage of his trick to make him old, struggled to roll over, and stabbed his lower abdomen with a knife. Then he turned his hand and the scimitar instantly mashed his intestines.
The servant holding the flail dropped his hand and threw himself to the ground screaming.
At this time, the young general in the distance rushed over with a soul-breaking gun. Behind them were a dense crowd of more than thirty servants.
Bimoge had no strength left. He smiled bitterly. He didn't expect to end up on the wall of this small city so soon.
At this time, there was a dense sound of gunfire from behind him.
Four people have climbed up. They all took out their guns and fired at the servants on both sides. The young general on the opposite side reacted quickly, immediately threw the gun and rolled to the ground. People behind him were shot and fell to the ground.
The four men behind them threw away their finished guns without hesitation, took out grenades and threw them.
The reason why it was useless when climbing the city before was because I was afraid that the grenade would not be thrown up and fall down and blow me up. After all, today's grenades are filled with chemical fertilizer explosives and are too powerful.
"Bimog, are you okay?" A young face appeared in front of him.
It's their squad leader Zhang Qiang.
"Hold on, you are the first to board, and this time you will show your face to our group. You must hold on. I will meet you after the war."
Bimog saw the grenade explode in the distance, and the servant opposite fell to the ground. Then the lake formed in front of my eyes.
An Sanxi put down the telescope, nodded and said: "The fight was better than I thought. We climbed up in an hour. What was the name of the soldier who climbed up first?"
A battalion commander immediately took a step forward and said, "It seems to be the boy Bimog. I just saw that he was the first to climb up."
"Okay, promote him to squad leader. Promote him to three levels in a row. Write his merits in the military report to the master. I want to give him credit."
The battalion commander was overjoyed that this boy had paid for it this time.
The corps leader surpasses the gang leader and deputy squad leader and is promoted to squad leader. He rose to the top in one step and became an official officer.
