November 13th, at noon. Daliang's total of 180,000 horse infantry troops were stationed five miles east of Bianliang City.
Song Che took a look at the city defense situation with a telescope. The city gates had been sealed with stones, the waterways, ditches and bridges had been blown up. The Dijon troops were densely packed on the city moats. Thousands of dried corpses were hung on the city walls.
The visual impact is very strong!
"Start inflating!" Song Che ordered. The soldiers arranged the elevated flying towers used for siege, two pairs in groups, to the left and right, tied the corners of the hot-air balloon, opened it as much as possible, and then began to assemble stone candles, hanging baskets, spoilers, sandbags and other items; After everything is installed, the balloon is ignited and filled with hot air. The balloon is inflated and slowly lifted into the air. It is fixed to the ground with a traction rope. Finally, it is loaded with kerosene, incendiary bottles, and explosives, totaling 300 kilograms. Twenty elevated flying buildings can prepare ten hot air balloons. , carried out in five batches; despite the simplicity of assembly, it took nearly an hour to charge the fifty hot air balloons. It is estimated that even the Dijon defenders on the city wall did not know what they were doing;
"The rest is up to you!" Song Che patted Fang Qi and others
The shoulders of "Airborne Special Forces". Fang Qi patted his chest and promised,
"Don't worry, Brother Song. We have trained many times and we will definitely complete the mission successfully." All the special forces carried on their backs
"Beggar's version of the parachute bag", a group of two steps into the gondola, one person is responsible for dropping the bomb, and the other is responsible for controlling the direction and height.
"Cut the traction rope and attack from the air!" The traction ropes were all cut off, and fifty hot air balloons slowly took off. The pilot in charge added stone candles according to the speed, and then floated to Bianliang with the help of wind.
"Oh my god, Brother Song, you still say that I am a cultivator. I think you are the real immortal!" Jiang Yuntian's scalp was so excited that his scalp was numb!
All the soldiers' hair stood on end and their mouths were wide open, shocked by the hot air balloon passing above their heads. Song Che greeted: "Don't be surprised. When the air strikes have almost exhausted the trench defenders, you will launch a general attack and you must take Bianliang City in one fell swoop."
"With the help of such powerful weapons, why worry about Bianliang not being broken...Here I go, march on!" The army marched towards Bianliang City.
When the hot air balloon flew over the city trench, it reached a height of about 100 feet. The Dijon army defending the city was probably even more confused than Liang Jun. A nation on horseback yearned for the soaring eagle in the sky more than anyone else. At this time At this moment, these fifty hot air balloons really looked like gods.
"Demon... witchcraft! This is... this is Daliang's witchcraft!"
"The Daliang army is helped by gods and monsters!"
"What about gods and monsters? Archers, shoot these monsters down!" Thousands of arrows were fired from the trenches, but they couldn't reach them. They couldn't reach them at all.
Dark
The "hot air balloon bomber" arrived over the city trench, and the bombardier lit heavy fire and oil and threw it downward——
"Crash..." The fierce fire oil contained in the porcelain jar exploded on the city wall, and the sputtering fire instantly spread to the entire city trench, but this was just a base first. There were fifty hot air balloons, each carrying three hundred A total of 15,000 kilograms of kerosene, alcohol, and explosives were thrown down at the same time, and all carbon-based organisms would not be spared.
Cans of fire oil, Molotov cocktails, and bags of black powder were thrown from the air one after another. The Dijon soldiers crowded in the trenches. In the winter, they basically wore animal furs. Once contaminated by sparks, they would The fluff will burn, one by one, and not only have nowhere to dodge, but are even helpless. Even Liang Jun couldn't bear the painful wails. Those Dijon soldiers who were contaminated with fire oil and alcohol screamed and rolled on the ground. They couldn't bear it. Those who couldn't bear the pain jumped over the wall to escape; after the hot-air balloon bombed the city trench, they followed the wind deeper into the city, throwing them all along the way, burning all the soldiers and equipment that Dijon had accumulated in the barbican; the hot-air balloon dropped ammunition and left At that time, the east city of Bianliang was almost turned into a sea of fire, and the fire was spreading in other directions.
Song Che slowly closed his eyes. He really couldn't bear to look at it. He never thought that kerosene and alcohol could burn so fiercely... It was a sin to burn a living creature.
"Dudududu..." When the fire on the wall trench had almost burned down, the siege horns and drums suddenly sounded. The Liangjun pushed the trench bridge, ladders, rush vehicles, and elevated to approach Xuanwei Gate, almost effortlessly. With little effort, they climbed up the city wall, and the Dijon troops, who were burned to death, barely resisted. They cried, put down their weapons, and knelt down on the ground to beg for mercy;
"Boom!" The engineers cut open the stone seal of the city gate and blew it open with explosives and artillery. Unexpectedly, before they could rush in, a group of Dijon soldiers, wrapped in flames, howled and rushed out of the city first. Everyone except one jumped into the moat...
"Forget it, let's give them a ride." The Liang army blocked the city gate and killed every person they rushed out. In less than half an hour, there were mountains of corpses in front of Xuanwei Gate.
Maybe God couldn't bear this miserable situation. Suddenly, a cold wind hit, and heavy snow fell in the sky. Soon, the heavy snow suppressed the fire. Jiang Yuntian led the cavalry into the city and chased the fleeing Dijon army.
Bianliang City is very large, and Dijon has fortified many strongholds. It will not be a day's work to defeat them. When it got dark, the battle in Dongcheng was victorious, and a heavy snowfall was two feet thick, completely covering up the fire and the burnt corpses.
In several other urban areas, fighting is still going on, and the sounds of fighting and explosions are continuous. Retaking Bianliang was a foregone conclusion, so Song Che found a relatively clean small inn in Dongcheng, ready to stay and wait for victory.
"Come out! I know you are hiding down there!" The female swordsmen cleaned and searched the inn, but found movement in a woodshed.
Nangong Yuesan chopped down the dry wood with two swords and threw it away, and a cellar secret door suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Boss, please step back for the time being, maybe the Dirong soldiers are hiding inside!" Nangong Yue protected Song Che behind her, and surrounded the secret door of the cellar with the female swordsmen, shouting: "Stop hiding, I just stopped hiding." If you hear any noise, come out quickly, otherwise I will burn you to death!"
"Don't... don't!" Panic came from the cellar, and then the secret door was gently pushed open, revealing a pair of eyes full of fear.
Nangong Yue used her sword to open the secret door and pulled out the man underneath. He was about thirty years old and dressed like a Liang.
"They are civilians, put your swords away." Song Che waved his hand, stepped forward to help the middle-aged man, and softly comforted: "Fellow, don't be afraid, listen to our accent, look at our clothes, it's Liang people are not Dijon people." The middle-aged man raised his head and saw that it was his compatriot. For a moment, he couldn't help bursting into tears. He hugged Song Che and cried loudly: "You are here..." Yes, these are all Liang people. Something we all hope for.
"Dad..." A childish call came from the cellar, and a six or seven-year-old, unkempt little girl crawled out of the cellar. Then, another middle-aged woman poked her head out, holding a swaddled baby in her arms.
Seeing the pitiful appearance of the family of four, the guilt in Song Che's heart due to the fire attack instantly disappeared. He didn't regret burning the Dijon army at all!
