Chapter 67 Attack
It was Liu Shiting's group of "magic soldiers" who came.
Now that a fight had begun in the south of the city, Liu Shengun decided to make a stance first. On the first day, no matter what, the city will not be breached. As long as it is resisted, with one's sharp tongue, it is not difficult to take most of the credit - you can give Ma Wen another promotion. As for the future, it's still the same sentence, if you can hold on, you can take advantage of it, if you can't, just run away.
Liu Shengun was very aware of his own disadvantages. He knew that if these "magic soldiers" went to the wall to help in the battle, not only would they be completely useless, but if someone was frightened by the cruel scene and ran away, the cowhide would explode on the spot—— That would be a betrayal, so the "magic soldiers" were pulled under the south wall and did not climb onto the city. Instead, the "Weidou" dragged over by the bullock cart "laid up a formation" behind the door blocked by the huge stone. The "magic soldiers" didn't know where to go, so they stood still. They took the mahogany swords themselves, and started dancing with their disheveled hair in a familiar way.
Due to the obstruction of the city wall, Gao Tengdou could only see this group of people driving towards them. Once they got close to the city wall and started to line up to play with treasures, they were completely invisible. The first day was just a tentative attack, and the current battle situation was relatively stable. However, the opponent sent so many fresh troops just after the battle, which still made him feel guilty: just like him, the defenders on the wall also had a good vision. They should It is clear that we are far from being in danger now - let alone breaking through and boarding the city, the car has not yet reached the city gate, and even the soldiers have not yet touched the base of the wall! If so many people are sent now, there is only one possibility: the number of defenders is more than enough, so that the defenders will take turns participating in the battle in order to train the troops!
Thinking of this, Gao Tengdou couldn't help but become nervous. However, I still felt that something was wrong in my heart. I seemed to know that the other party had revealed a flaw, but I couldn't tell what the specific problem was for the moment. I had to stare at the city wall and wait to see where these new forces would appear. Come.
After looking in vain for a long time, there were still those people on the wall. What on earth is going on? Gao Tengzu scratched his head subconsciously. When his fingers touched the iron helmet, he realized that he couldn't touch his scalp. He patted himself, shook his head, and focused on the battlefield again.
Under the wall, some lucky guys happened to stumble into a severely weathered area. After digging hard for a while, they dug out a small hole about a foot high and half a foot deep. Relatively speaking, these guys will be much safer than others: although such a small hole is still far away from the shelter, the surrounding auxiliary soldiers carrying shields will move over to provide protection - subconsciously everyone hopes that they Get safe early. Clearly, there is greater hope here.
There are no horses in Shaanzhou City, so there is no need to worry about bows and arrows under the walls. The biggest threat comes from the boiling water and boiling oil poured down on the wall. Although a lot of bricks and stones fell down, it was nothing terrible. If you participate in it personally, you will find that the stone throwing on the city is not as lethal as imagined, mainly because it is not accurate. Well, unless the defender is leaning forward to throw.
If thrown outward across the wall stacks, the bricks will fall in a parabola. Depending on the height of the city wall, they will land a few steps away from the base of the wall. There is no danger to the attacker who is close to the wall. To hurt them, the defenders would need to stick their upper bodies out of the wall and smash them vertically downwards. Therefore, under normal circumstances, the attackers have to organize a large number of crossbowmen to shoot and suppress the city, and the defenders will also supervise the battle. In order to preserve the strength of the troops, this kind of work that only requires strength and has no technical content is often left to the strong civilians who assist in the defense. They were responsible for the fact that the number of bricks and stones on the city top was always limited. In order to prevent them from being thrown randomly, the soldiers would use sticks and even swords and guns to force the strong men to lean forward and attack despite the rain of arrows.
Although Gaotou Bean has three battalions, most of them are sword and shield soldiers and spearmen. The archers are technical soldiers, and the total number of them is less than 200. Moreover, they are not fully trained. The main force of this wave of siege is The people of Shaanzhou were coerced, so Gao Tengdou was reluctant to send archers to exchange heads with the defenders from the beginning.
Fortunately, the defenders have been in peace for a long time, especially the grassroots non-commissioned officers, who obviously have little experience in actual combat. Looking from a distance, although they are running around very hard with swords and guns, they obviously don't know how to force Ding. The strong men leaned forward and threw stones, and Gao Teng Doufu felt relieved again.
The auxiliary soldiers under the wall held their large shields diagonally, with the upper end against the wall, covering most of their bodies and those of the guy who was digging at the base of the wall. The boiling water and oil poured down from the sky often hit their exposed legs, burning them. He had to scream, but this kind of trauma was nothing important - then again, even if he was burned to death, so what? They are cannon fodder and consumables.
The head of Wang Jian on the top of the city is as big as a bucket.
Since the war started, no one has seen Ma Wensheng again. This guy just heard that the thieves were coming to attack and ran to the top of the city to have a look, and then disappeared. Pan Ding was organizing people's crews to transport bricks and stones, setting up stoves to boil oil and pouring water on them; Jing Xiangshan ran half a circle around the wall to check the situation of the east and west gates, and then also went to the south wall to help. The burden of battlefield command fell entirely on Wang Jian on the shoulders.
The bed crossbow fired several arrows and spears at the approaching shield cart. One of them hit the target, and the large shield cart somersaulted backwards like a toy thrown by a child, then fell apart in the air. The guys whose vitals were hit by the wreckage were lucky: some died in a daze without even a groan, and some died after struggling a few times. The guys pushing the cart or holding it had their arms broken, and the guys with injured legs fell down rolling in the dust and wailing - some of them would suffer for several days after die, and others become permanently disabled.
A strange thought suddenly came to Wang Jian's mind: An iron-headed wooden pole can buy seven or eight lives. Is it worth it or not?
The other shield cars seemed not to be frightened and continued to drive over. After thinking about it for a while, Wang Jian understood the reason: the soldiers pushing the cart did not have a global vision from above. When they were highly nervous, their attention was on their feet and in front of them. No one would look around, only those who passed by the wreckage. Only the guys would notice the car in front of them being overturned. Unless the shield car beside them was torn apart in front of their eyes, they would have no idea what was happening a little further away!
Wang Jian finally understood: many things he took for granted were completely untrue, and experience could only be gained through actual combat.
Experience is the most precious, because - the price is splashes of blood and fresh lives.
There are only about twenty arrows and spears in hand, and there are dozens more approaching shield vehicles. Wang Jian immediately decided: there should be no more waste. Although door panels and quilts were hung in front of the tower to block them, they still had to concentrate their attacks - they were the biggest threat in front of them.
In accordance with Wang Jian's order, the defenders tied a ball of linen soaked in grease to the front end of the arrow and spear, lit it, and shot toward the tower.
Tuk, Tuk, Tuk!
Sure enough, the soldiers who had fired once or twice began to gradually master the aiming skills. The target of the tower was much larger than that of other instruments, so it was relatively easier to aim and hit. The arrows and spears shot this time hit three towers one after another - however, it seemed that the impact was not significant: under the cover of the huge shield, the towers only shook a few times, not violently, and then slowly swayed after a slight lag. Forward.
The fire didn't start either. After hitting the door panel, the huge inertia threw the burning grease onto the door panel. It exploded with a "chi" sound, and then a puff of black smoke came out and was extinguished. It seems that the thieves have soaked the door panels and quilts with water:
The futile defenders were stunned. Faced with the approaching beast, each one showed fear. Some began to look left and right for a way out, and their morale was somewhat shaken.
Wang Jian, who was born as a hereditary general, has the blood of several generations of soldiers flowing in his body. It may be the effect of genes. Although this is the first actual combat, he still found an opportunity: "All crossbows are aimed at this for me! Listen to my order, three of them will fire in volley, and other orders will be fired one after another! Before the battle, Anyone who flinches will be killed!" Wang Jian pointed at the nearest tower and shouted.
Under the watchful supervision of Wang Jian's personal soldiers, the defenders on the top of the city hurriedly pushed the winch to wind up and aim the bed crossbow...
"put!"
Following Wang Jian's loud roar, three huge arrows and spears roared out. Two of them were nailed to the door panel almost at the same time, and the other one grazed the edge and flew past.
With a "pop" sound, Wang Jian walked over quickly, staggered his aiming hand with a big mouth, and ran towards the fourth crossbow machine without stopping, his eyes fixed on the swaying tower.
The heavy water-soaked shield hanging in front of the tower swayed back and forth under the simultaneous impact of the two arrows and spears, causing the tower to also start to sway back and forth. The auxiliary soldiers on the ground floor pushing the tower tried their best to pull the wooden pillars, thinking Maintain balance. Although the internal situation could not be seen, it was easy to judge from the exclamations that the thieves on the upper level were thrown around.
"put!"
Wang Jian shouted loudly when he saw that the tower had tilted forward to its maximum extent.
With a bang, the arrow and spear hit the target when it swung behind the cover to its maximum range. The tower that had just been slightly stabilized began to swing back and forth again - this time the range was even greater than when the two hit at the same time!
The screams inside the tower sounded again.
The soldiers operating the last bed crossbow had already understood Wang Jian's intention. At the same time as Wang Jian's order was blurted out, the mallet had already fallen on the lock pin of the machine teeth, and the arrows and spears were nailed to the tower just as the tower was about to swing back to its limit. On the door panel!
A shrill scream suddenly sounded.
This is an auxiliary soldier that pushes down the tower. The bottom of the building where he was thrown back crushed the sole of his foot. His entire right foot was completely missing and was pressed into the ground. This guy hugged the pillars of the tower and screamed repeatedly, his face covered with snot and tears - the heartbreaking pain made this poor guy lose his mind and... control of his body. The tower that was shaking violently back and forth did not slow down because a foot was placed on it. When it leaned back again, the auxiliary soldier had fainted and let go of his hand. The defenders vaguely heard a "click", followed by another blood-curdling howl - that was when the tower swung back again, pressing on the unlucky guy's calf. The calf bone was also broken, and the more severe pain woke the unconscious man up. The miserable howl drained all the strength from his body, his waving limbs changed from crazy and weak, his voice turned into a whimper, and finally, he became silent...
Wang Jian had no intention of staring at an auxiliary soldier. His attention was on the tower thirty steps away in front of him. Four huge arrows and spears were embedded in the door panel, and the shield was swinging back and forth. There were screams, rolling sounds, and collisions in the top tower. The tower is constantly swaying due to the obstruction, and the thieves rolling around inside are still aggravating the swaying, and the amplitude will be larger every time...
The soldiers operating the crossbow turned the winch frantically to wind the crossbow. Wang Jian pressed his hand on the crenel and stared at the tower intently. Finally, someone jumped out from under the big shield at the bottom: Some of the auxiliary soldiers pushing down the tower were so frightened that they rushed out of the protective shield wall and started running!
Where there is the first, there will be the second.
There was a second one, then a third, a fourth.
Then, everyone!
The shield soldiers who provided protection on both sides also dispersed.
With no more artificial resistance, the tower finally succumbed to the gravity of the earth, as if there was an invisible giant hand pulling downwards. The seemingly arrogant giant suddenly collapsed, fell apart, and fell apart!
Looking at the dozens of thieves who were thrown out of the tower with severed hands and feet, squirming, rolling, struggling, and wailing, Wang Jian suddenly felt a strong fighting spirit in his heart: Come on! Someone who stained the city with blood will definitely live up to the grace of the Holy Emperor!
There was a cheer at the top of the city.
Tom.
Tom.
Tom.
A dull and almost deafening crash sounded under the feet, instantly dispersing the cheers and Wang Jian's heroic spirit without a trace.
The thieves' ramming car had already driven up and started hitting the city gate.
