The Qinling Mountains in the distant mountains are dancing with silver snakes and covered with white snow; the nearby mountains are red and yellow, and the forests are dyed. A jade belt stretches across the Hanzhong Plain, rolling eastward. Under the rising sun, the earth is vast and the mountains and rivers are so beautiful.
The fire suddenly appeared, and large plumes of thick smoke spewed out from the top of the city. There were bursts of muffled thunder in the sky, and the roar of cannons. It seemed that the entire city wall was shaking, and it also broke the silence in the sky. The beasts in the mountains and forests were frightened. Thousands of birds flap their wings and fly high.
Amidst the screams, dense hail of artillery shells filled the sky and smashed into the rushing Mongolian soldiers.
After several days of fighting, all the Song people and prisoners had been killed or injured in the siege. Knowing that the Song army's artillery was fierce, the Mongolian army increased their distance to avoid being hit and killed by the Song army's artillery.
The Mongolian army came forward, and during the march, a large area was overturned. They ran risking their lives. As long as they quickly approached the city wall, the artillery at the top of the city would not be able to shoot them because the angle was not enough. Three to four hundred thousand steps near the city wall, the Mongolian troops were already firing arrows at the top of the city. Other Mongolian troops had already pulled out thick and long thunderbolts and began to light the fuses.
"Watch out! Shield!"
"Dirt bag!"
"Grenadier!"
The generals of the Song Army shouted loudly at the top of the city. Arrows outside the city were like locusts, and countless thunderstorms flew towards the top of the city and fell outside the city.
In the Mongolian army's formation, Torrey Su did not wait, but stared at the city in the distance, everyone's eyes widened.
Countless shields were erected diagonally, and the city seemed to have a roof. Countless thunderbolts were bounced back outside the city, exploding under the city wall, and the surrounding city wall was shrouded in thick smoke. Only those thunders that exploded in the sky above the city could cause damage to the Song army.
"Dirt bag!"
Thunderbolts fell on the city wall one after another. The officers concentrated their attention and shouted loudly. The Song Army soldiers used several earth bags to suppress them, and then suppressed them with their shields and bodies. Thunderbolts exploded one after another, but their lethality was limited. The explosion killed and injured several people. Some thunderbolts exploded when they hit the ground, and the Song army's blood and flesh flew everywhere on the city wall, and screams continued.
A thunderbolt fell around Meng Gong, and the fuse burned "呲呲". The guard beside Meng Gong had quick eyes and hands, grabbed the thunderbolt and threw it out of the city, followed by a muffled sound from outside the city.
"Why didn't so many thunderbolts explode?"
Seeing that the thunderbolts were being bounced back by the Song army at the top of the city, and instead falling down onto the city to kill and injure their own soldiers, Torre's face turned livid and his eyes were cold.
"Zhentian Lei was only built not long ago, and the soldiers did not have enough training. Of course it will be like this once they arrive on the battlefield."
Watching the fierce battle at the top of the city, Subotai was also frightened.
What he didn't know was that the Song Army's grenade-throwing training was extremely strict. In addition to countless repeated drills to ensure the accuracy of bomb delivery, live ammunition training was also conducted to ensure correct use on the battlefield.
On the other hand, the Mongolian army did not undergo rigorous drills, let alone live-fire training, so that the soldiers were afraid of the explosion of thunderbolts, so they often ignited them and threw them quickly, which gave the opponent time to react. There are also some Mongolian soldiers who are afraid of the damage caused by the thunder, and would rather shoot with bows and arrows than use the thunder on their bodies.
"It seems that I have to practice hard in the future!"
The coach of Torre's first army quickly understood the reason.
Just like horseback riding and archery, only long-term training can make you proficient and develop combat effectiveness.
"It's not that simple!"
Subotai shook his head and looked into the distance, his brows furrowed.
"The power of our army's thundering thunder is not as good as that of the Song army. Even in terms of numbers, there is a huge difference. In terms of firearms, the Song people have greatly surpassed our army. In just a few years, fighting has been very different from before! "
Torre's face immediately darkened.
Firearms are not as good as those of the Song Dynasty. In addition to the technical gap, there is also a scarcity of firearms craftsmen. It is almost impossible for hundreds of skilled craftsmen to create a large number of high-quality thunders.
"It seems that making firearms is the same as soldier training. You also need to train some craftsmen. Hundreds of craftsmen can make more firearms and better firearms!"
Torre frowned, looked at the city in the distance, and suddenly said something harsh.
"If we destroy the Xingyuan City in front of us and capture Emperor Song, we will have everything!"
He looked around and said decisively:
"Drive those captured Song people to attack the city together! I want to see how many firearms the Song army has?"
Although Hanzhong has strong walls and clear wilderness, there are many mountain people in the surrounding mountains and forests who are unwilling to enter the city. After repeated raids, most of the Mongolian soldiers were captured and became victims of the war.
War is ruthless, never believe in tears.
On top of the city, Huang Xi hesitated again when he saw countless Song people and Mongolian troops coming from outside the city.
"General, what should we do with so many people?"
"What else can we do? Are they going to ignore them when they get to the city wall?"
Meng Gong was used to fighting on the battlefield all year round, and his heart was as hard as iron.
"But……"
Huang Xi was still hesitating, but Meng Gong said decisively.
"No buts! Obey military orders!"
At this time, there is no need for any kindness from a woman. Behind him in the city, the emperor was there.
"Gray bottle!"
Countless glass bottles were thrown out from the top of the city by the soldiers of the Song Army. The glass bottles fell to pieces and shattered. Lime was flying all over the sky. The outside of the city was covered in gray. The Mongolian soldiers outside the city wall covered their mouths and noses and closed their eyes.
"Shaking thunder!"
The Mongolian troops outside the city were hiding from Li Shi, and Meng Gong shouted loudly.
At this time, it is a good opportunity to kill the opponent.
Iron lumps like raindrops flew out from the top of the city and landed on the crowd of Mongolian soldiers outside the city. They exploded one by one. Smoke and dust billowed outside the city, and iron pieces flew wantonly. The Mongolian soldiers' flesh and blood flew everywhere, and they fell to the ground one after another, lying in a pool of blood. squirming and screaming.
Thunderbolts were flying all over the sky, and the outside of the city was filled with thick smoke. Torre and Subotai looked at the tragic scene of thunderbolts bombarding them indiscriminately, with ugly expressions on their faces.
"Song Jun's Sky-shaking Thunder is really different!"
Subotai watched with horror.
"I want to see how many thunders the Song Army has? How many days can they be used?"
Torre's face was ashen, as if water was about to ooze out.
"Song Gou is so despicable. He only hides in the city and never comes out! If he dares to come out to fight, he will definitely kill them in rivers of blood!"
Commander Chawu'er said bitterly. The tragic scene of the siege made him feel depressed and aggrieved.
Another captain in the tower shook his head secretly.
The Song army's weapons are fierce, and even in field battles, they may be difficult to deal with. And the Xingyuan Mansion City in front of us might not be so easy to capture.
"Bang the drums! Go up to two thousand-man troops, dismount and help in the battle! Supervise the battle from the tower!"
Torre's eyes were cold and he ordered decisively.
The drums were beating intensively in the Mongolian formation, and two thousand-man troops came out of the formation, armed with horn bows and chariots and shields in front, to join the siege.
"The Tatars have added two more thousand-man troops, all of them archers!"
Huang Xi watched carefully and reported to Meng Gong beside him.
"Just because they might break the city! That's wishful thinking!"
Meng Gong smiled coldly and shouted loudly.
"General cannon!"
As the war continued, the casualties of the Song soldiers defending the city increased day by day, reaching more than 4,000. In addition to the soldiers, the Xiang army and Minzhuang in the city have also gone to the city to join the battle. Even half of the emperor's three thousand imperial guardsmen have been drawn out to join the fierce city battle.
The sound of artillery continued, hitting the Mongolian troops rolling in outside the city. Amidst the roar, solid iron balls smashed into the crowd of Mongolian soldiers one by one, bouncing and leaping, smashing out paths of flesh and blood. The shields were shattered into pieces, and the artillery carts were smashed and overturned one by one. The Mongolian soldiers screamed and rolled. land.
The Song army's artillery fire was fierce, and the iron balls were flying all over the sky. The Mongolian army rolling forward had some fluctuations. They accelerated their speed, braved the artillery fire and kept moving forward, and one after another entered the range of four to five hundred steps in front of the city wall.
The Mongolian army has strict military discipline and does not withdraw its troops without asking for money. Once they escape from the battle, they will be mercilessly shot by the Mongolian cavalry behind them. The Mongolian army advanced wildly, regardless of casualties. Seeing that the Mongolian troops were still coming like a tide, Meng Gong smiled coldly and roared sternly:
"Change the shotgun!"
The heavy artillery at the head of the city loaded the charges and shells together, and the loading was completed quickly.
"fire!"
Thick smoke rose from the top of the city, and countless iron pellets and bullets roared out, like a sudden rain and wind, smashing into the Mongolian army outside the city. The shields were torn into pieces, the chariot sawdust flew, and the Mongolian soldiers were shot with bloody arrows. The film fell down wailing, all outside the city.
The Mongolian army suffered countless casualties, but they fired arrows together and thunderous thunder hit the city. Taking advantage of the pause in the Song army's offensive, ladders were built against the city wall. Countless Mongolian soldiers with sharp blades climbed up the ladder bravely, crawling like ants. Go up to the city head.
"Pikemen!"
The Mongolian army climbed to the top of the city,
"prick!"
Countless spears were stabbed out from the top of the city, with steady precision and sharpness, like poisonous snakes. Countless Mongolian soldiers fell down from the top of the city like dumplings. Under the city wall, there were corpses and wounded everywhere. The city was screaming in pain, but no one paid attention. The corpses continued to pile up under the city wall, getting higher and higher. Outside the city, arrows rained down like rain, and thunder shook the sky. Song troops kept falling down, dead or injured.
"Gold juice!"
Countless hot and nauseating golden juices were poured down, and the steam was rising. The Mongolian soldiers on the ladder and below the city were burned until their skin and flesh were ripped open. They all screamed and squirmed. The tangy meat fragrance and pungent stench filled the air everywhere.
Following the smashing of countless rolling stones and wood, the Mongolian troops under the city wall were broken and broken one by one, and they were howling like ghosts and wolves. Then countless smoking thunderbolts were thrown out from the top of the city and fell into the Mongolian army outside the city, causing another bloody storm.
The sound of drums was dense and shocking; the explosions continued, and the Song and Mongolian sides fought desperately. Blood was everywhere outside the city wall, and corpses were piled on top of each other. The injured lay among the corpses and broken limbs, screaming helplessly, squirming and moaning. .
The sun was setting, the cold wind was blowing, and the afterglow fell on Torre and other Mongolian generals who were fighting outside the city. Their faces were solemn, their eyes fixed on the brutal fighting at the top of the city, and they were all silent.
The Mongolian army suffered numerous casualties, but they still risked their lives to attack the city regardless of casualties. However, they all failed in vain despite the casualties. Not only did they lose thousands of Han troops, they also lost hundreds of Mongolian troops who participated in the siege. cavalry.
"Marshal, retreat!"
Liu Heima was heartbroken and couldn't help but say a word.
The number of Han troops lost today is probably less than 2,000. Many of the proud soldiers and generals in the army may be separated forever.
Torre remained silent, Subotai looked at the generals and then spoke softly.
"Torre, it's getting dark. It looks like we won't be able to capture it today. Let's fight again tomorrow."
"Ming Jin withdraws his troops! Tomorrow we will send three thousand-man troops to assist the Han army. We must break the city!"
Tuo Lei's military order was issued, Ming Jin's troops continued to withdraw, and the Mongolian army retreated like a tide. Liu Heima and other Mongolian generals breathed a sigh of relief.
Today's fierce battle is over. As for tomorrow, we can only fight again.
