Looking down from the city wall, the herdsmen of Wuyang Wuyang were carrying ladders, holding a variety of weapons, and some even carried wooden forks for planting grass. A mess of people rushed up on foot.
The cavalry pressed behind. Drive these slaves and herdsmen to attack this simple city wall made of tiled steel plates that is only four and a half meters high.
On the largest watchtower, Zhang Shize stood on Yang Fan's left, and Jiang Bingzhong stood on his right, observing the situation on the battlefield.
When the Mongols rushed within 200 meters, the steel crossbows on the arrow tower started firing.
Whoosh whoosh! This kind of steel crossbow can fire at a rate of twenty rounds per minute. Raise the crossbow and start firing quickly.
Yang Fan had a caravan and brought enough supplies, including enough crossbows and arrows. You can let go and shoot.
With such a dense crowd, there is no need to aim at all, just shoot directly.
People kept being hit by crossbow arrows and knocked down directly.
Buhe is a horse herder, and he is usually responsible for herding the horses in the tribe. A slave with a slightly higher status. Among slaves, the status of a horse herder is higher than that of a sheep herder. Those with the highest status were craftsmen and craftsmen.
He carried the newly made ladder made of poplar wood and ran forward desperately. He knew that the sooner he got closer to the city wall at this time, the better, otherwise he would keep being shot by crossbows.
Rest, rest, rest! A burst of crossbow arrows flew over, and Uritanashun in front screamed. A crossbow arrow shot through his thigh and then got into the soil. Wuritanashun rolled to the ground holding his thighs, wailing loudly. Blood spurted out like a fountain.
No one came to save him or bandage him. He could only cover the wound with his hands in despair. But the front and back penetrating injuries can be covered. A major artery ruptured, he lost a lot of blood, and he passed out in an instant.
At this time, one person was missing from the ladder, and it suddenly sank to the right.
The remaining nine people quickly balanced themselves and continued running forward.
When these people ran within a hundred meters, Rumi's gun opened fire.
This heavy matchlock gun is the best musket of the Ming Dynasty. This weapon can penetrate Jiannu's triple armor and has no problem dealing with these leather robes. Rumi's gun is quite accurate. The lengthened barrel and sufficient charge give the warhead a very high muzzle velocity.
Bu He shuddered when he saw the white smoke rising from the arrow tower behind the city wall and the intensive sound of musketry. He knew that the Han people's firearms were very powerful. People on the prairie are afraid of firearms.
Another person in the team was shot. This time it was Meng Gen in the front row on the right, and a lead bullet hit him in the head. Viewed from behind, his felt hat seemed to fall apart. Meng Gen's head was directly hit by a large-caliber Lumi gun lead bullet. His head exploded instantly, and red and white brains sprayed all over the people behind him.
Then three more people were hit, and the remaining people were completely unable to maintain the balance of the heavy ladder. They all fell down and the ladder fell to the ground.
"Get up quickly and pick up the ladder, you losers, hurry up." Before Bu He could get up, he was whipped by a ten-capion cavalryman. His tattered sheepskin robe was torn apart by the riding crop, and there was a bloody mark on his back.
His back hurt, and he cursed in his heart, these cavalrymen must die a good death. I had no choice but to stumble and continue to carry the ladder with the remaining people.
Yang Fan looked at the crossbows and Rumi guns on the arrow tower, although they hit many people, but with the 20,000 people using them like a tide, these were not enough to stop them.
"Let the trebuchet throw gravel." Yang Fan ordered.
More than a dozen trebuchets had already been assembled in preparation for attacking Guihua City. At this time, the order was issued, and the soldiers immediately loaded the gravel. To deal with dense soldiers, covering a larger area with gravel is more effective.
Peng Peng Peng, the sound of a huge machine starting up. The trebuchet pulled down the wrench and touched the stuck bamboo shoots. The rocker arm immediately bounced up, and a large amount of gravel was thrown out. Drawing a parabola, he fell into the crowd.
Buhe heard a loud crash, although he did not know that it was the sound of the trebuchet's right arm hitting the restraining crossbar. But he felt in his heart that danger was approaching, and he couldn't help but raise his head.
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He was horrified to find that rocks were flying from the sky like rain.
He decisively jumped into a deep pit next to him, holding his head and minimizing his body as much as possible.
As soon as he jumped in, there was a popping sound and the stones fell to the ground. A corpse with a smashed head rolled into the pit. He turned around and saw that it was the captain who whipped him.
Those popping sounds are exactly the sound of stones hitting flesh. A burst of dust rose from the ground. Thousands of large and small stones were thrown by the trebuchet, causing great damage to the dense crowd. The attacking team howled.
Just as Buhe climbed out of the pit, he was discovered by another cavalryman, who shouted and ordered him to join the other remaining team and continue moving forward carrying the ladder.
Braving crossbows and muskets along the way, and enduring several rounds of trebuchets, they finally approached the city wall after suffering more than two thousand casualties.
Countless ladders knocked down the tiled steel plate one after another, making a deafening noise. The soldiers from the Beijing camp on the city wall grabbed their spears and stabbed the Mongols under the wall with great effort.
For a time, the entire northern wall fell into a stalemate. People above and below the city were stabbing each other with long weapons. Some Mongolians with scimitars were trying to climb up the city wall through ladders.
Zhang Shize's palms were all sweaty, and he actually had no confidence in his heart. I don’t know if these Beijing camps can survive such an intense offensive and defensive battle.
At this time, the plate armor on Jingying came into play. When the Mongolian spears hit them, they would basically be cut open, and the plate armor could block the spears. Armor and scales will be pierced.
However, when their spears stabbed down, the leather robes did not hinder them at all, leaving bloody holes with each shot.
Bu He rushed to the city wall, pulled out the flail on his back, and threw it upward with all his strength.
The wooden handle of the flail is two meters long, the chain is half a meter long, and the short stick is half a meter long. A total of three meters long. The city wall is four and a half meters tall. The Ming army on the city wall could not be reached at all.
The length of the Ming army's spear was the standard four and a half meters. The height of the scaffolding walls was carefully calculated. Designed to best utilize the advantages of a long gun.
Bu He desperately swung his flail and hit it on the steel plate, making a huge noise. However, there was no sign of damage to either the steel plate or the two layers of scaffolding behind it.
At this time, a Ming soldier leaned out half of his body and stabbed a cavalryman on horseback to death. Bu He jumped up, rounded his flail, and hit him hard on the side.
Bu He thought to himself, this will break your hip bones at once. As the short stick hit the side waist of the plate armor. There was a loud noise.
The Ming army suffered severe pain in his waist, staggered and fell off the wall.
