These steel arrows were so sharp that they penetrated many cowhide shields. The ground was full of people lying on their backs. Only an iron-clad shield or a log shield as thick as a bowl can block these bows and arrows.
The people below were basically fine hiding in the siege vehicles. After all, the siege vehicles and ramming vehicles were covered with rawhide and logs to make herringbone roofs, which were very strong.
However, a large number of people who were exposed were shot by arrows.
"Don't stop, charge forward, you must charge forward." The Taijis supervising the battle shouted loudly.
At this time, you can't stop and you have to rush forward bravely.
Unfortunately, they brought too many siege weapons. These weapons are extremely heavy and cannot be used at any speed. Unless they abandon these weapons and rush up with ladders.
This is why these people had to squat down and reduce the area in front of them.
Under the orders of the Taijis, they had to bite the bullet, stand up and rush forward. Stand up and push the cart hard. Those pushing the carts don't have shields, because they can't push the carts with shields.
These were the people who were shot the hardest. Except for tall buildings such as buildings and carts that could block arrows in an area, other people, especially those pushing trebuchets, were almost thrown to the ground by the shots.
But at this time, there was no other way but to rush forward. Anyway, the trench was already approaching.
Finally, a few minutes later, the forward arrived at the trench. More than 10,000 slaves carried sandbags, rushed to the front of the trench, threw the sandbags into the trench, then turned around and ran back.
These people were slaves captured by the Oirat people from all over Central Asia. They are disposable cannon fodder. He usually does the most tiring work and his food is worse than that of a dog. In a war, they are cannon fodder. 33
Hassan is an Iranian. It has been five years since he was captured. Along with him, there are only a dozen compatriots who were sold to the Oirat people by the Afghans.
After he threw the sandbag into the deep, shallow, intermittent trench, he immediately ran back.
He saw that Bashtu fell. He picked up the fallen Bashtu and ran back, rolling and crawling.
"Get down, Hassan, listen to me, get down." Bashtu pulled him staggering and lay on the ground.
"Didn't you notice that those Ming people in the city only shoot their bows at the maximum elevation angle? I just discovered that those arrows fell behind us. If we run back at this time, we will only be hit by arrows." Bashtu whispered.
Only then did Hassan realize that he had pretended to fall on purpose.
After a few minutes, the arrows stopped.
"Let's go, my brother, get out of here quickly. Their archery with such intensity will definitely not last long. Run while they are taking turns." Bashtu pulled Hassan and ran back with all his strength.
The trenches in Jiuyuan City were terrible. More than 10,000 sandbags basically paved a mile-long trench. A large number of siege weapons were pushed directly over.
Dalai Tush could see clearly from a high place. He slapped his thigh and said excitedly: "It's done. Let's rush forward."
Harahu Ci said: "Yes, as long as our warriors can reach the city wall, there is no city that we Oirats cannot capture."
At this time, Heduo and Qin also escaped. He was scratched on the head by fragments of a stone bullet and was wrapped in a bandage. It looked very embarrassing.
"Father Khan, they have a large number of trebuchets, probably hundreds of them, with a very long range. I am worried that after the camel cannon is withdrawn, they will use trebuchets to attack the rear of our army."
Hala Hucai said: "Don't be afraid, our siege equipment has reached the city wall. They will break the city soon. We can afford the casualties."
One after another, siege engines arrived at the base of the city wall.
These siege engines are about three meters high and have a gabled roof. They are all made of round logs with a diameter of 20 centimeters. There are vertical log walls on both sides below. In front is the baffle. This cart has ten wheels, and soldiers push it inside.
The wood of this thickness is covered with rawhide, so it is very strong and there are no loopholes in the protection. The muskets, bows, arrows, and crossbows on the city walls are all useless.
Arpi was a captain of ten, and he was in the siege vehicle with ten of his soldiers.
"Put down the fender, hurry up," he yelled.
Bagartu pulled the latch and pushed forward. With a roar, the baffle fell down, revealing the gray-white stone wall in front.
Although they had already investigated and found that Jiuyuan City had been covered with stones within three months, seeing it with their own eyes was still very shocking.
These stones are very large, each weighing more than a hundred kilograms. Although their shapes are irregular, they are glued together with something unknown and look very strong. They couldn't judge the thickness of the stone wall either.
"Pull up the bumper, hurry up and hit it." Alpi shouted loudly.
Their ten-man team is composed of Turks. It is the servant army of the Mongols.
A piece of hardwood thirty centimeters in diameter was hung from the siege vehicle by a rope. The head is equipped with a cast iron horn. Used to hit the city wall.
Ten people immediately pulled up the rope, swung it backwards, and then pushed it together towards the city wall.
With a loud bang, the cast iron hit the corner and slammed into the city wall.
The hard granite remained motionless, and there was no change except for a long series of sparks. Ten people bumped into each other until their hands were numb.
Yang Fan and Zhang Shize saw from the high platform that the northern city wall had been approached by more than forty siege vehicles. There are more than a dozen streetcars also arriving at a distance of more than ten meters.
"The crucible and iron juice can be used. Order the pouring." Yang Fan said.
At this time, many iron-making furnaces were already installed on the city wall. Inside is molten iron that has been burned to a liquid state. The molten iron kept boiling and splashing.
Yang Fan may be lacking in other things, but he is not lacking in iron at all.
Moreover, even if it is spilled, it will not disappear. It can be recycled by shoveling it, but it is just a waste of coal. There is a lot of coal here, so he has no big loss at all.
As a bugle sounded. Yan Yingyuan, who was on the archery tower of the North City Tower, ordered: "The commander-in-chief has ordered, immediately throw iron juice and burn the enemy's siege weapons."
At this time, a large number of infantrymen also came up, and ladders were put up one after another. The steel hook at the top of the ladder hooked the masonry of the crenel.
A large number of Oirat people quickly climbed up the ladder with scimitars in their mouths and using both hands.
Qinggeltai was the first. He held a round rawhide shield in one hand and climbed up quickly. He was about to touch the crenel.
Suddenly, a steel spoon similar to one used for removing feces was swung out, and a hot breath hit his face. Qing Geer reluctantly raised the five-layer rawhide buckler. Try to resist.
The red-hot molten iron was poured directly on the shield. Because the shield is curved, even though the molten iron ignites the rawhide, it will not burn through it immediately. The molten iron rolls down around the small round shield and falls directly on Qingertai, and a long string behind him. On people.
ah! A shrill scream sounded.
If more than a thousand degrees of molten iron splashes onto a person, no matter whether you are wearing iron armor or leather armor, your flesh will be cooked instantly.
Some people died, but not completely...
