Fifty cannons and 50 small cannons opened fire at the same time. Amidst the muffled thunder, smoke filled the city top, and countless iron pellets flew in the sky, overwhelming the sky and covering the ground, directly towards the rolling Mongolian infantry.
Iron pellets were fired and flying all over the sky. The Mongolian soldiers raised their shields one after another. The iron pellets shot into the shields, destroying them. Many wooden shields were smashed into pieces. Countless Mongolian soldiers were knocked to the ground head-on. They were either dead or injured everywhere. Screams, bodies and blood everywhere.
Large and small artillery bombarded the city indiscriminately, and the crossbow carts and artillery carts of the Mongolian army's rear formation were constantly scattered and broken. The frequency of the crossbow guns and stones fired at the city head was getting slower and slower, and the number was getting smaller and smaller.
A cursory look showed that the Mongolian army's hundreds of artillery carts and crossbow carts had been scattered. Seventy to eighty percent of the gunners and crossbowmen were dead, and their combat effectiveness was greatly weakened. Even so, the remaining artillery carriages and ballistae continued to fire, showing extraordinary tenacity.
The Mongolian army braved artillery fire and rushed forward. As they ran, they kept firing arrows at the top of the city. Waves of arrows covered the sky and the sun in a steady stream. They faced each other tit-for-tat with the artillerymen and crossbowmen of the Song army at the top of the city. In just a short moment, the city was completely destroyed. More than a hundred Song soldiers were shot down.
A Song soldier had just fired a crossbow when an arrow shot through the air and penetrated the armor. The Song soldier fell to the sky with blood gushing from his throat.
Wang Jian held up his shield, and the feather arrows hit the shield, making a "bang bang" sound. Several feather arrows passed by him, and shot a Minzhuang until he screamed. Minzhuang covered his shoulders and bent down with pain.
Fortunately, the Song army's armor was excellent. Although the Mongolian army's arrows continued to rain, as long as they did not hit vital points, even if the Song soldiers were shot and injured, they could still receive effective and timely rescue, and the death rate was greatly reduced.
In comparison, the Song Army's gunners' defense was much better. Not only do they have artillery carts and shields, but they also have war tents to protect them. They receive much preferential treatment than ordinary soldiers who defend the city.
The war shed is a wooden rectangular house, which has been recorded in "Wu Jing Zong Yao". In the Northern Song Dynasty, it was mostly used to defend the city. The top of the war shed is covered with thick wood, and the wooden doors on the front have openings. Under the cover of the war shed, the defenders can attack the enemy troops close to the city wall. It can defend against bows and arrows and light trebuchets, but it lacks protection against medium and large trebuchets.
However, the Song Army's artillery solved the problem of heavy trebuchets and the Song Army's lack of long-range defense.
The top of the city was filled with smoke, the sound of artillery continued, and the arrows roared below the city, covering the sky and the sun, and headed straight for the top of the city. Both sides suffered casualties, and it was extremely tragic. The Mongolian army crossed the moat like ants, and soon reached the bottom of the city wall. The ladders were set up one by one. The Mongolian soldiers climbed up the ladders and climbed towards the top of the city.
Countless smoking thunderbolts were thrown down, and blood and flesh flew everywhere from the city wall to around the moat, all enveloped by thick smoke and screams.
As the artillery continued to roar, countless shotguns smashed outside the city, and countless wooden shields were broken. The Mongolian infantry attacking the city were killed and injured.
As countless Mongolian troops climbed up the ladders and climbed up, the Mongolian troops were densely packed on the city wall, like ants crawling over the branches, and the brutal hand-to-hand combat on the city wall began.
The Mongolian troops kept climbing towards the top of the city. The Mongolian troops on the top of the city fell off the top of the city like dumplings. The sound of artillery at the top of the city and the thunderous explosions outside the city came one after another. The Mongolian troops attacking the city suffered numerous casualties.
Ten thousand troops attacked the city, and several siege vehicles came towards the city wall. The Mongolian troops gave way one after another. The Mongolian troops drew their bows and arrows and hid behind the siege vehicles. The siege vehicles were getting closer and closer to the city wall.
"General, do you want to fire?"
Wang Jian watched the siege vehicles getting closer and closer and couldn't help but ask loudly.
"No rush, let the artillery and grenadiers prepare, and then take action when we reach forty or fifty steps in front of the city wall."
Cao Youwen shook his head and said coldly.
The purpose of war is to destroy the opponent as much as possible. Since the Mongolian army has come to attack, they cannot be allowed to retreat easily.
The siege vehicle was getting closer and closer, and the Mongolian troops on the vehicle shot arrows at the bow of the ship from time to time. Song troops were constantly shot down at the top of the city. Because of the melee between the two sides at the top of the city and because there were not many Mongolian troops on the siege vehicles, the Song army's casualties were not very large.
After finally getting within forty or fifty steps in front of the city wall, Wang Jian could no longer hold back and shouted loudly.
"fire!"
More than a dozen artillery pieces, large and small, fired at the same time. Countless iron pellets smashed into their heads and faces, roaring and hissing, and headed straight for the huge Mongolian army siege vehicle.
The iron pellets rushed towards the face, and the cowhide in front of the siege vehicle made a popping sound, like a sieve with countless small holes. The Mongolian troops in the car screamed. The beams of the siege chariot struck by solid iron balls broke, and the floors collapsed. Dozens of Mongolian soldiers fell out of the chariot and fell to the ground.
"Tongtong" explosions came one after another, and hundreds of thunderbolts exploded wildly. The Mongolian army's siege vehicles were blown apart and collapsed one after another, knocking down the Mongolian troops around the siege vehicles. The hundreds of Mongolian troops surrounding them were all shrouded in smoke.
On a high ground in the west of the city, watching the fierce battle at the top of the city, watching the trebuchets and siege engines being beaten to paralysis, the muscles in the corners of Subotai's mouth twitched, and his eyes were about to burst into flames.
Without the trebuchets, ballistas, and siege vehicles, the Mongolian army would be more difficult to attack the city. It would also be massacred by the Song army's firearms, and the casualties would only be greater.
"The casualties are too... huge!"
Tali's face turned pale and his lips trembled. Although he had been mentally prepared for it, the huge casualties caused by the bloody battle at the top of the city were completely beyond his expectation.
"Why do I feel that the Song army in Mianzhou City is almost the same as the Tang Wuti people in Lingzhou City, but their firearms are much more powerful!"
Chawuer was frightened and continued.
The sun was shining brightly, but his heart felt chilly, and he wanted to escape from this killing field.
Even if the Mianzhou City in front of us can be captured, how much of the Mongolian army will be left?
"Yes, it is more difficult to attack than Lingzhou City, and more fierce than Lingzhou City!"
Another captain, Tamerlane, had blank eyes and murmured to himself in a low voice.
The Mongolian army marched westward to several countries and captured cities and territories. After several years of fighting, it seemed that there were not such heavy casualties.
"If you can't win today, it will be even harder in the future!"
The tower was in panic, Subotai's cold military order had been passed down.
"The troops are advancing but not retreating. We must capture Mianzhou City!"
The Mongolian troops at the top of the city risked their lives to fight. The Mongolian troops on the ladders attacked the city faster. The Mongolian infantry outside the city drew their bows and fired their bows. The arrows roared outside the city, darkening the sky above the city wall. At a distance of a hundred steps, the Mongol archers' arrows blocked the sky and the sun, and shot at the shields and walls of the Song army at the top of the city, making random noises. From time to time, Song soldiers failed to evade and fell to the ground with arrows, dripping with blood.
The Mongolian army's arrows flew like flies without stopping, covering the Mongolian army's infantry to climb the city wall again. Arrows fell all over the city wall, and countless Mongolian infantry took the opportunity to board the city wall.
Countless short axes and iron bones flew into the city. The Song troops fell to the ground one after another, and blood spattered on the city. The Mongolian soldiers climbed up to the top of the city one after another and jumped into the city wall.
"prick!"
Countless spears were pierced out of the city top, causing pieces of blood to scatter. The Mongolian soldiers who were ascending the city fell from the city head one after another.
The two sides fought bloody battles within the city wall. Song troops were constantly being chopped down, and Mongolian troops were constantly being stabbed. Above and below the city, there was a strong and pungent smell of blood everywhere.
After a while, the walls were covered with corpses, and the two armies were fighting each other on the corpses, life and death.
After a fierce battle, the Song troops retreated to the north and south sides of the west wall of Mianzhou. More Mongolian troops climbed onto the wall and soon occupied the middle section of the west wall.
The expressions of Subotai and all the Mongolian generals softened.
It turned out that the Song Army was not that tough. They looked down upon these southerners.
"These southerners are really soft-footed shrimps. Look down on them!"
Chawuer beamed with joy and shouted loudly.
"The Tang Wuti people are afraid of losing their country and their family, so they fight tooth and nail. These southerners know that beautiful women in poetry are all weaklings!"
Tali wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a sigh of relief.
These Song troops are really overrated.
"Send the order, let the warriors mount their horses, and after a while the city is broken. We must capture the craftsmen who make firearms. These people..."
Before Subotai could finish his words, an earth-shaking loud noise came from the city wall, and a column of smoke billowed, filling most of the western city wall, making Subotai swallow the words behind him in his stomach.
"Song...jun's fire...weapon!"
Tali's heart, which had just been relieved, became tense again.
On the city wall, thunder continued, and several artillery carts were blown over. The artillery fell and rolled, killing and injuring several Mongolian soldiers. Countless Mongolian soldiers on the city wall were lifted off the city wall by the air waves. Flesh and blood flew across the city, and they were enveloped in a cloud of acrid smoke and flying dust.
Immediately afterwards, countless smoking iron lumps flew out from the top of the city and fell into the crowd of Mongolians below the city. Pillars of smoke billowed outside the city, and Mongolian troops were constantly being blown over. Broken arms and legs, pieces of flesh and blood, and human organs rose into the air, a collision and mixture of human flesh.
The sound of artillery continued, earth-shattering, iron pellets roared in the sky, covering their heads and faces, the Mongolian army shields outside the city saw sawdust flying, wooden boards cracked and shattered, the Mongolian infantry fell to the ground one after another, their bodies were shot with bloody arrows, and they were squirming and screaming in pain. Unbearable.
The Mongolian army's siege offensive was frustrated. There were very few Mongolian soldiers remaining on the city wall. There was no backup for a while. They were quickly stabbed to death by the Song Army's spearmen. Countless Mongolian corpses were thrown from the top of the city by the Song Army. Go down.
On the city wall, the Song army waved their swords and guns, shouted wildly, laughed and cursed, and whistled constantly, seemingly provoking the Mongolian army outside the city.
"Son of a bitch! These despicable southerners!"
One of the Mongolian generals sounded angry and cursed in a low voice.
"These guys are no worse than the defenders of Lingzhou City!"
Chawuer's face turned pale and his lips trembled.
The Song army's tactics were appropriate, taking full advantage of the narrow city walls for crowd gathering and the high lethality of their own firearms. The generals of the Song army are courageous and strategic, and their command is determined. This siege may not be easy to win.
Zawul looked at Subotai and met Tali's eyes. Tali shook his head slightly. Everything Zawul wanted to say was stuck in his throat.
The less trouble, the better. If Subotai is offended, wouldn't he be asking for trouble?
Seeing the tragedy at the top of the city, Subutai remained unmoved. He waved his flag, and countless Mongolian infantry moved forward, set up ladders, climbed up the city wall, and met the Song troops at the top of the city. A new round of bloody battle began again without flinching.
It seems that the arrogance of the Song army also angered the Mongolian soldiers who attacked the city. The bloody battle between the two armies, the collision of iron and blood, was endless, until the sky turned dark and it was already dusk, then the Mongolian army retreated. They retreated like a tide, and they were all gone in an instant.
As the sun sets, tranquility returns to the outside and on the city walls. In the wilderness outside the city, there are piles of mutilated limbs, broken flags and scattered vehicles, scattered corpses, and large swaths of dirty blood, just like Abi Hell...
