The Mongolian army's attack continued until dusk. When they retreated like a tide, the defenders at the top of the city were exhausted.
As the sun set over the long river, the afterglow of the setting sun shone down. Zhao Tai stepped on the city wall that was smashed by artillery stones. He looked at the retreating Mongolian army in the distance, and there was an unspeakable emotion in his heart.
Beside him, Sun Li and others also looked at the sunset and the retreating Mongolian army. Instead of cheering, everyone was very calm.
As the sun set, hope ignited in their hearts. No one thought that they could actually defeat the Mongols.
The setting sun, soldiers, and battlefield. If a painter could record this scene, it would definitely be a famous painting handed down from generation to generation.
"Zhao Tai!" Just as Zhao Tai was taking shape, Heda appeared behind him.
When Zhao Tai heard the sound, he quickly came down, cupped his fists and saluted, "Marshal!"
Heda patted him on the shoulder, "You are a talented person. I am just a Dai Meng'an. I have wronged you! I will report to His Majesty and promote you as an exception!"
Today, the Mongolian army attacked the city and spread cowhide and wet bedding on the front of the siege tower to make the defenders' fire attack ineffective.
Fortunately, Zhao Tai found a way to crack the siege and brought down the siege tower, otherwise Bianjing City would not be safe.
Zhao Tai learned a lot of experience in today's city defense battle. At the same time, he was not satisfied with how the city defense battle turned out and how difficult it was to defend the city. He had his own ideas.
"Thank you, Marshal, for your humble position!" Zhao Tai thanked him quickly, but then asked, "Marshal, do you know if there is any gunpowder in the army?"
The defenders at the top of the city were having a hard time fighting today. They were suppressed by the Mongols in many places and were very passive.
Zhao Tai decided to upgrade the weapons of the defenders and make a batch of rockets, muskets and thunderbolts, which would make it much easier to defend the city.
The rockets can burn the wells that suppress the archers at the city head in the distance, the muskets can destroy the approaching siege towers and ladders, and the thunderbolts can bombard the Mongolian troops under the walls and enter the blind spot.
With these three axes, Zhao Tai felt that defending the city would be much easier.
Heda already trusted Zhao Tai. He was stunned for a moment, "Gunpowder! There should be some in the warehouse!"
Zhao Tai was overjoyed after hearing this. The Song Dynasty army began to use firearms. There were many conflicts between the Jin and Song Dynasties. He expected that the Jin army also had gunpowder and firearms reserves.
Zhao Tai didn't know how many more days the Mongols would attack and when they planned to retreat. He immediately said: "Please ask the marshal to give me a batch of gunpowder. I want to use it to defend the city!"
Heda was a little surprised, but still nodded, "I'll apply for some for you."
"Thank you, Marshal!" Zhao Tai cupped his fists.
Heda waved his hand, "By the way, what's your word Zhao Tai?"
Now that Heda has recognized Zhao Tai, he wants to get closer to Zhao Tai, but as a superior officer, it is not appropriate to call his subordinates brothers, so he asked this question.
His question confused Zhao Tai. He knew that in ancient times, people with status had names and words, and the words were usually very high-level and had certain special meanings.
This question frightened Zhao Tai. He boasted that he was a member of the Zhao Song clan without even saying a word, which was unjustifiable!
It was too late to think about it now, so Zhao Tai blurted out, "My name is Guorui!"
Heda asked him what his calligraphy was. Zhao Tai couldn't use his own calligraphy. He had to think for a long time before saying it, so he could only plagiarize the strong man who drove away the Tartars.
Zhao Tai originally wanted to use "Yuanzhang" as the character, but unfortunately his surname was not Zhu. The meaning of "Yuanzhang" would only be complete if the character Zhu was added in front of his name.
Zhu is Lao Zhu himself, Yuan is the Yuan Dynasty, and Zhang is a kind of sharp jade.
"Zhu Yuanzhang" means "Kill Yuanzhang" and is a weapon to destroy the Yuan Dynasty.
Zhao Yuanzhang lacked that charm and momentum, so Zhao Tai could only temporarily plagiarize Lao Zhu's character "Guorui" and change it later when it was suitable.
"Guorui!" Heda nodded and said in approval: "The auspiciousness of the country is such a good word! Guorui, maybe you are really the national auspiciousness of my Daikin!"
Zhao Taixin said: "I am not the auspiciousness of the Kingdom of Jin. I am the auspiciousness of the people of the world!"
"Don't worry!" Heda continued: "I'll have someone allocate the gunpowder to you! Remember to let me see what you come up with!"
Zhao Tai thanked him immediately, "Thank you Marshal for your humble position!"
Heda patted him on the shoulder again, "Do a good job, Daikin will not treat you badly."
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The Mongolian army failed to attack the city and retreated to the camp.
As the saying goes, one can make great efforts, then they will decline, and three times they will be exhausted.
Now that the Mongols failed to attack the city for the second time, the high morale of the Mongolian army finally suffered a setback.
In the Mongolian camp, Wo Kuotai saw Zhang Rou kneeling on the ground with a dark face.
Zhang Rou was a warlord in Hebei. Historically, he destroyed the Jin Dynasty, and his son Zhang Hongfan destroyed the Southern Song Dynasty.
In the Battle of Yashan, the commander of the Yuan army was Zhang Hongfan.
At this time, Zhang Rou was kneeling on the ground because of Zhao Tai, and was in danger of being beheaded.
"Drag him down and chop him down!" Wo Kuotai waved his hand directly.
The timid Xue Wei came forward after hearing the order, and dragged Zhang Rou out of the tent.
"Great sweat! Spare your life! Spare your life! Great sweat!" Zhang Rou cried out in fear.
All the princes of the Han army in the big tent lowered their heads and did not dare to express their anger, but they could not help but feel sad that the rabbit had died and the fox had died.
"Wait a minute!" Kuo Duan stood up, "Father, Zhang Wanhu has already attacked the city. Please give him another chance!"
Wo Kuotai was very angry. He glanced at Zhang Rou and many Han military nobles, and felt very confused in his heart.
Kublai Khan fell into the Jin's plan to alienate him and was returning to the grassland to cause trouble for him, but he was trapped under the city of Bianjing.
If Bianjing is captured and the army plunders, morale will naturally rise and people will support Kublai Khan even more. But if he fails to capture Bianjing and he kills Zhang Rou, it will definitely make these Han army princes side with Kublai Khan. .
Although he looked down upon these Han military princes and felt that they were just slaves of Mongolia, these people did have a considerable military force and also provided a large amount of money, food and materials to the Mongolian Empire.
Ogedai pondered for a moment, then came down the steps and made a decision that would not be beneficial to his descendants in the future, "For the sake of Kuoduan interceding for you, I will spare your life, but the death penalty can be avoided and the living penalty cannot be spared. I took off my pants, took off my pants, and gave him fifty military sticks.”
Zhang Rou felt ashamed in her heart when she heard this, but she still had to thank him, "I thank the Khan for not killing me!"
With a wave of Wokuotai's hand, Guard Qiuxue dragged Zhang Rou out of the tent, and then there was the muffled sound of being spanked with a military stick. But Zhang Rou was also a ruthless person and resisted the whole process without making a single scream.
Wokuotai listened to the sound of military sticks outside the tent and glanced at the other Han army princes in the tent, "Which of you is willing to make a contribution to the attack on the city tomorrow?"
But everyone lowered their heads. The city of Bianjing has thick walls and a wide moat. You didn't even fill in the moat and let us attack the city. If we can't attack it, we will have to engage in military law. Naturally, everyone is afraid of following Zhang Rou's footsteps.
If you eat a stick at that time, you will be afraid of losing your life.
When Wo Kuotai saw them lowering their heads and not saying anything, he couldn't help but feel a little angry. He was about to get angry and directly order his generals when a general hurried into the tent, walked straight to Wo Kuotai's side, leaned over and whispered for a while.
After hearing this, Wokuotai's expression immediately changed~~~
