Taiyuan Dongshan is located only one mile east of Taiyuan City, forming an angle with Taiyuan City. There are cliffs on the east and west of the mountain, and mountains on the east and more than ten miles to the north and south. Only the slopes on the north and south sides can be attacked. Dongshan has a dangerous terrain and crisscrossed ravines. It has been a military fortress for soldiers to attack and defend Taiyuan since ancient times. It is also known as the "Gateway to Taiyuan". Climbing up Dongshan Mountain, you can have a panoramic view of Taiyuan City.
The Mongolian army's large formation outside the city and the Han army on Dongshan Mountain supported each other. If the Song army wanted to break the Mongolian army's large formation outside the city, Dongshan must be conquered, otherwise the casualties would be heavy.
Moreover, if you want to capture Taiyuan City, Dongshan must also be captured.
In the autumn morning, the weather is cool and the golden sunshine fills the entire Dongshan Mountain. The top of the hillside is bare, with numerous tree stumps protruding from the ground showing that these trees were cut down not long ago, and numerous crooked paths leading to the top of the mountain. From several ravines on the mountainside to the Han army camp on the top of the mountain, the flags of the Han army fluttered in the wind. It can be seen that in the fortifications, artillery, ballistae, small trebuchets, rolling logs and stones, etc., are densely packed all over the top and mountainside of Dongshan.
At the foot of Dongshan Mountain, corpses of men and horses lay scattered everywhere, with broken limbs. Scattered swords, guns and arrows were everywhere. Dozens of wild dogs were eating the corpses on the ground, arguing endlessly.
On the top of Dongshan Mountain, Xiao Zala, a member of the Han army, raised his telescope and looked at the Song army's formation with a frown.
Xiao Zala, a fierce general of Mongolia, together with Liu Heima and Shi Tianze, were collectively known as the three major Han armies in the Central Plains, Ten Thousand Households. They commanded the Han armies in the two rivers and made many contributions to Mongolia's eastward and westward conquests.
However, Xiao Zala, who had experienced countless battles, looked gloomy at this moment and almost cursed.
The Song army's weapons were sharp, and almost all the tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry were maimed. If we defended like this, let alone whether we could defend it, how many people would die in Niang's army?
"General, look! The Song Army is moving!"
The sergeant reported loudly, and Xiao Zhara was startled. He quickly raised his telescope and looked down the mountain.
Countless artillery carts were pushed out from the Song Army's formation, and they stopped about two hundred paces until they reached the southern foot of Dongshan Mountain. They were densely packed, with about two to three hundred guns. Judging from the thick and long barrel of the artillery gun on the artillery truck, it seemed to be about seven or eight hundred pounds. The barrel of the artillery gun shone faintly with a cold light. The Song Army gunners loaded ammunition in an orderly manner, and Xiao Zala suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
There are still five or six miles. The Song army will not fire artillery from such a distance, right? Can this be shot?
"Get ready to fight!"
Xiao Zala put down his telescope and issued the military order, and the entire Han army on Dongshan moved into action.
The Song army was able to defeat the Mongolian cavalry Torre Division and the Mongolian cavalry formation. Naturally, Xiao Zala did not dare to neglect.
Suddenly, from the Song Army's artillery position at the foot of the mountain, large plumes of thick smoke spewed out, and the rumbling sound of the artillery was like muffled thunder, and the entire mountain seemed to be shaking. Dense black dots roared in, filled the sky, and smashed into the ravine halfway up the mountain and the Han army on the top of the mountain.
The iron ball flew quickly and was caught off guard. The Han troops on the mountainside screamed and were knocked over countless times, and earth-shaking screams followed.
The sound of artillery continued, and countless Song soldiers covered their heads with shields and held swords and guns. They left the artillery position one after another and headed straight for the south slope of Dongshan.
It seems that they have given up on crossbows and chosen Thunder Thunder as a weapon for mid- to long-range shooting.
"Send the order, be careful of the Song Army's artillery!"
As soon as Xiao Zala handed down the military order, a solid iron ball roared towards him. An orderly soldier who had just taken a few steps was hit in the head by the iron ball. His brain immediately burst and he fell down.
"It's Niang's! How can the Song Army's artillery hit so far?"
Xiao Zala was furious and complained.
I thought that the artillery's upward attack would have limited lethality with the solid iron ball. Who knew that many Han soldiers would still be hit by the Song army's artillery when it fired from such a distance. Especially those ballistae trebuchets and gun carriages seemed to be the concentrated attack target of the Song army. The ballistae trebuchets were constantly being knocked over, and the Han troops next to them were killed and injured.
The densely packed Song army, holding shields, was like ants, crawling up the mountain.
"Hold it all to me!"
Xiao Zala shouted loudly and directed the Han army to counterattack.
Stones and rolling logs were pushed down from the mountains by the Han army, and rolled down the hillside like raindrops. Arrows rained down, covering the entire hillside.
Feather arrows roared in, and dozens of Song soldiers were unable to dodge. They were shot in the throat and face, and fell to the ground one after another. The dead were already dead, and the injured were squirming and screaming.
A stone hit his face, and a Song soldier subconsciously blocked it with his shield. He and his shield were thrown away, the shield was twisted, and the Song soldier fell to the ground, unable to survive.
A waist-thick rolling log rolled down, and several Song soldiers were unable to dodge. They were all thrown away and rolled over, leaving a mess on the hillside.
Song soldiers were constantly being shot to the ground. Some Song soldiers were unable to dodge. Their muscles and bones were broken by rolling logs and stones, and blood spurted from their mouths. They were either dead or injured. Even so, the Song army still took advantage of the concave and ravine terrain on the hillside to dodge while continuing to force its way upward.
"Fuck you, uncle!"
At the foot of the mountain, Wang Jian was so angry that he came up with a catchphrase of the emperor's principal and roared loudly.
"Wu Feng, fire your cannons at me. Focus on one spot on the mountain and clear a path for me!"
If the attack is too scattered, the damage seems to be limited. Concentrate on one place and bombard them indiscriminately, first to clear a way for the Song Army's mountaineering soldiers.
"Yes! General!"
Wu Feng was sweating profusely and shouted loudly:
"Brothers, aim at the middle and fire all of them!"
The sound of artillery continued, and countless iron balls roared out, pouring one after another on the center line of ravines and mountains. The iron balls were so dense that the Han army was unable to defend them, resulting in numerous casualties and stagnant offensive. The Song army took advantage of the situation and advanced upward from the center line of the mountains, smashing sky-shaking thunder all the way to suppress the Han army in the ravine. The Song Army dropped corpses and injured countless people along the way, but some of the Song Army warriors who broke out were already very close to the mountains.
The Song army's artillery was fierce, and the shells poured down onto the mountains as if they were free. The Han army suffered numerous casualties, and the fierce artillery fire suppressed them until they could not lift their heads. The Han army on the mountainside in the middle suffered heavy casualties and basically lost its ability to counterattack. The Han soldiers on the mountain crouched on the ground, lighting thunderbolts, and throwing them out without even looking. Their arrows were shot out in confusion, and no one knew where they were going.
Although the Han army's thunderbolts were not powerful and had many dumb bombs, they were large in number. The Song army attacking the mountain was blown to pieces and suffered heavy casualties. But countless Song Army soldiers rushed upward risking their lives, and Zhentian Lei was already in their hands.
Seeing one after another Song Army soldiers fall on the way to attack the mountain, Yu Jie was heartbroken and turned away, no longer watching.
A tough battle is a hand-to-hand battle that requires human lives. It is too cruel and heart-breaking.
"Sacrifice your life for the country and the people, my brother!"
In the front army formation, Zhang Zhongxia's eyes were moist and he said something faintly.
"Our Song Dynasty has such fierce warriors. Dongshan is easily accessible, and Taiyuan is easily accessible. Why should our Song Dynasty be afraid of the Tatars?"
The officers and soldiers of the Song Army had no hesitation and were not afraid of death. Gao Shisan was so excited that he spoke out loud.
"Say what you said! Brother Gao, we have such fierce warriors in the Song Dynasty, why should we be afraid of the Tatars!"
Yu Jie said excitedly and looked towards Dongshan. The Song army's artillery fire became more fierce. The soldiers of the Song Army were only thirty or forty steps away from the mountains.
Under the indiscriminate bombardment of artillery, the Han army's offensive slowed down, and the Song army's climbing speed accelerated. Seeing that they were already thirty or forty steps away, the soldiers of the Song army fired thunder and threw it towards the mountain like raindrops.
The artillery was ferocious, and the sky-shaking thunder bombed indiscriminately. The Han army on the mountain ridge suffered numerous casualties. The Song army smashed several rounds of sky-shaking thunder. The sound of artillery paused under the mountain. The Song army was densely packed, holding knives, and swarmed up like ants. A fierce hand-to-hand battle ensued in the mountains.
Many Song soldiers rushed up the mountains. Using the shields on their arms to cover themselves, they rushed forward and went straight to the Han army's artillery positions. They were shot over numerous times by the Han army on the way, but they did not look back. They smashed the thunderbolts with all their strength. Smoke and dust flew up for a while. Dozens of Han army's artillery were blown over one after another, the gunpowder barrels were ignited, and the sky-high flames rose on the mountains.
"prick!"
The officers of the Song Army kept shouting angrily, stabbing with spears, iron and blood blended together, life and death were in an instant.
The Song army either fought in groups of three or fought in formations. Their spears were like poisonous snakes, steady and cruel. Every time they were thrust out, they would bring out pieces of blood. The Han army counterattacked in dense numbers, slashing with swords and stabbing with spears. I thought it would be easier to fight without the opponent's firearms. When the two armies faced each other, I realized that the Song army was more brave than imagined.
The spearmen of the Song Army cooperated well and were skilled in marksmanship. No matter how brave the warriors of the Han Army were, no one could compete with them. Both sides suffered numerous casualties, falling to the ground constantly, and the mountains were stained red with blood.
The Song army continued to charge up the mountains, and the fighting field between the two sides continued to expand. Laotou Ridge was filled with loud shouts of killing. Every moment, someone fell, separated by yin and yang.
As more soldiers from both sides joined the battle group, the thunderbolts of both sides also came in handy. The smoking thunderbolts flew in the air, some smashed down the mountains, and some exploded on the mountains. There were "all" explosions. One after another, there was thick smoke billowing everywhere.
The Han army's Thunderbolt needed to be ignited, and it could only explode into two or three pieces of iron. Not only was it slow, but its lethality was far inferior to that of the Song army. The Song army used pull-tube thunderbolts. They just fired the thunderbolts, and waves of thunderbolts hit the mountains in all directions. Pillars of smoke billowed on the mountains, and flesh and blood flew everywhere. Both sides suffered countless casualties, but they fought desperately, and neither side was willing to retreat.
As the war deepened, more and more Song troops poured into the mountains, and their small artillery was also mounted. The numbers of both sides were equal, and the hand-to-hand fighting was fierce, with corpses and blood everywhere.
On the top of the city, the Mongolian generals who were holding telescopes to watch the fighting on the east mountain all had ugly faces.
The Han army fought hard and fought hard, but they were always tortured by the Song army's firearms. Whenever the formations of the Song Army and the Han Army separated, the Song Army's sky-shaking thunder and artillery would waste no time in exploding. The tragic scene of the Han army's bloodshed on the mountains made all the Mongolian generals' faces sinking, and they were frightened.
The fierce battle on the mountains was fierce. The Han army was brave enough, but it still seemed unable to stop the Song army from moving forward.
There are four mountains in the north and south of Dongshan Mountain, Laotou Ridge is the first one. The Han troops on the second mountain ridge are already reinforcements to Laotou Ridge. They went down the ridge one after another and passed through the canyon between the two mountains. They wanted to reinforce Laotou Ridge, but they were met by Fierce sniping fire from Song military weapons on the mountain ridge. For a time, a bloody storm filled Laotou Ridge.
On the top of the city, the Mongolian army coach Han Chijin's face turned blue, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly. The Han army fought to the death and fought desperately, but they could only retreat step by step. They were bombarded by the even more desperate Song army and were forced to withdraw from half of the mountains. The situation was not optimistic.
Baer Shu, who was watching the battle, turned pale and his body was trembling slightly. The Song army is so fierce, can Taiyuan City still be defended?
Of the 5,000 Gaochang cavalry he brought to the battle, very few were left. The remaining two thousand or two thousand dollars cannot be discounted.
The roar of the Song army's artillery continued, and the thunder struck down crazily. The Han army who came for reinforcements suffered numerous casualties, making it difficult to climb the mountain. Corpses filled the canyon between the two mountains. The Han troops in Laotouling were isolated and helpless and fell into a bitter battle.
As time went by, the Song army's firearms raged wildly. The Han army on Laotou Ridge suffered heavy casualties and was unable to counterattack. Under the fierce offensive and bloody massacre of the Song army, they had to retreat down the ridge.
A few hours passed, and the tired bird returned to its nest. The sun was setting in the west. Most of the Han troops in Laotou Ridge were killed or wounded, and they were finally forced down the ridge. The Mongolian army had no choice but to withdraw its troops at the expense of gold. On Laotou Ridge, the battle flag of the Song army was planted, fluttering in the wind, and it was so majestic.
