In the scorching sun, the earth was steaming, drums were shaking, shouts were shaking, and Yuan soldiers sieging the city siege wave after wave, wave after wave of the city wall, and countless pairs of big feet stepped on the trench bridge and rushed to the city.

A rain of arrows crossed in the air, and the shadow of death covering the sky and the sun shot all the soldiers on both sides of the city or under the city. At this time, ordinary soldiers of the Song army and the Yuan army were mostly without armor or only wearing short armor, and their protection against arrows was not strong, and those who were not killed or injured. However, some stones were mixed in the arrow rain, but they were shot by the cannons of both sides. At this time, the Song army still used a cannon mainly manpower, while the Yuan army used a counterweight catapult. Fortunately, the shipping was inconvenient, and the Yuan army used mostly light catapults. If it were a heavy catapult "Xiangyang cannon", I was afraid that Yacheng would have turned into ruins.

However, no matter how dense the arrow rains and how fierce the cannon stones are, they cannot stop the charge of the Yuan army. Hundreds of Han troops, the new affiliated troops held a half-man high wooden sign with still remaining fresh bark, rushed across the trench bridge, climbed the long ladder, and killed the city. These were originally the army of the people of the Song Dynasty. They were afraid of it when fighting against foreign races, but once they surrendered, they turned their swords, but they changed their nature as sheep and became extremely vicious, like wolves and tigers. The new affiliated troops at the end of the Song Dynasty, the Han Eight Banners at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and even the traitor army during the War of Resistance, the Imperial Army at the end of the Anti-Japanese War, were all like this, which was really sad and hateful.

Although hanging curtains on the door can prevent arrows, they will also affect the defenders' shooting. Especially when the Yuan army kills the city, such protection is even more useless. At this time, the powerful weapons of the city are wolf teeth patted and yaksha mars.

The so-called wolf teeth swatter is like a giant fly swatter, but this "fly swatter" is not a fly, but an enemy soldier who climbs the city. The swatters are covered with nail teeth, and they are twisted on the pulley with ropes. Those who pull up and fall will all become minced meat.

Yaksha pellets are similar to wooden pellets, and they are covered with iron nails. They are placed from the ladder, rolled and scattered, and can be pulled up and recycled.

But these two powerful weapons to defend the city also have weaknesses, that is, the ropes are easily cut. In this moment, many brave Yuan soldiers jumped on the wolf teeth that still had blood and scrapes, slapped the back, and swung their swords and axes to cut the thick ropes. In just a few strokes, most of the thick ropes were chopped, and the wolf teeth were shaking.

A row of archers leaned out at the top of the city, and shot several Yuan soldiers who had been slashing through each other. Before the Yuan soldiers screamed, a rain of arrows came from the city. Many of the Song army archers shouted and fell down to the city with their bows.

With a bang, the wolf teeth slap the rope finally broke. The huge nail board slaps down, pressing several Yuan soldiers who were about to climb the city. The bright red blood kept spewing out, and the pair of hands and feet that stretched out twitched and kicked, slowly not moving...

When the wolf teeth fell, ladders were raised on the side, and a group of Yuan soldiers holding signs and biting swords were struggling to climb the city. Halfway through the climb, a large stone was thrown down the top of the city, smashing the wooden signs held by the Yuan soldiers into half, and then smelling a foul stinking. The Yuan soldiers looked up and suddenly screamed with extreme fear: "Golden juice!"

Wow! A stream of golden juice was poured down, and the five or six Yuan soldiers on the ladder screamed and fell, rolling all over the ground with pain. In the mild case, the arms were corroded, feces were poisoned into the flesh, and the infection was serious, and they were even broken even if they were not dead. In the severe case, the big flesh fell off on the head and face, and even white bones were exposed... For these people, it was a blessing to die on the spot, otherwise they would be howling in extreme pain until they died.

On the other side, a yaksha squat rolled down, knocking down all the seven or eight Yuan soldiers who were about to climb up the ladder, and their heavy force broke the ladder. The defenders immediately slid the pulley, and with a squeak, the yaksha squat that had turned into a bloody red was then brought to the top of the city with fresh flesh.

At the city gate directly below the arch tower, a rushing car was rushing to the city gate. This kind of house-shaped rushing car is covered with thick logs, covered with cowhide, and mortar is difficult to destroy, and is not afraid of oil and fire. Therefore, it has been pushed across the trench bridge and pushed to the city, which is difficult for the defenders to stop it.

Although the Song army must block the city gate with wood, stone, sand and soil, as long as it breaks through the city gate, it is better to dig wood, stone, sand and soil with manpower than to rush to the city head.

As the iron wrapped in iron hit the wood violently, the thick red paint door kept falling off and cracks slowly appeared.

The front commander Tuowen Buhua saw it from a distance, and he opened his mouth wide. Before his laughter could be said, he saw several strong men of the Song army on the top of the city holding a huge iron ball and throwing it down one, two, three.

"Bastard! It's a thunderclap!" Tuowen Buhua laughed wildly and turned into a roar.

Boom! A loud noise shook the sky, the flames soared into the air, the smoke rolled, and the car rushed to the car and fell into a trap.

After a while, the wooden door that broke the car crashed open, and several Yuan soldiers with blood from their mouths, noses and ears stumbled out of the car. They couldn't run a few steps and fell to the ground one after another, twitching all over their bodies - but they were injured by the strong shock waves, and they died for a while, but they had completely lost their combat effectiveness.

With the thunderstorm, the Yuan soldiers siege were blown away by blood and flesh. The tragic death caused the Yuan soldiers to defeat the death threat of supervising the battle and fled back in horror.

Tuowen Buhua's face turned pale and looked at the top of the slope behind. Under the blue grosgrain umbrella, Ali Hague sat like a bell with a expressionless face.

He clenched his teeth and roared: "Baoyin!"

"I'm here." A thick black and short Mongol man wearing thick iron ring armor leaned to the ground.

"Go! Climb the city!" Tuowen Buhua's order was brief. This Baihu, named Baoyin, was his personal guard adjutant. He had experienced many battles and climbed the city first. He was a famous warrior.

"As for the order!" Baoyin grabbed the giant axe and bow, and with an order, a team of Mongolian soldiers wearing iron armor and carrying heavy and strong bows gathered under his command.

With the shocking sound of the central army drum, Baoyin led his Mongolian commando to the forefront of the siege army. They rushed across the trench bridge, climbed the long ladder, and killed the city. All the arrows shot by the archers of the Song army were either bounced away by iron armor or blocked by large shields. As the Mongolian soldiers rushed closer and closer, the penetration of the arrows became greater. When Baoyin was the first to rush to the city, he was already full of long and short arrows, and he looked like a hedgehog. However, Baoyin was as if nothing had happened and his impulse was not affected at all. Obviously, although these arrows broke through the defense of iron armor, they were already at the end of their strength and their power was hard to penetrate. This situation was common in ancient wars, and this was also the natural shortcomings of the catapult weapon such as arrows.

"Ah!" Baoyin used a large shield to block the golden juice poured from the beginning. Although some of it splashed on his arms, it was protected by iron armor and was not damaged at all. After quickly turning to the ladder, he avoided the yaksha squat that was crushed by the boom, then turned back, grabbed a few steps, and finally reached the top.

A rod suddenly hit the battlement, and Baoyin used a large shield grid, and a loud bang, and the shield broke. Baoyin threw away the large shield, pulled out the axe, and shouted to knock the strong Song soldier who made the big stick to the ground. The axe whirled, cut off two spears, a knife, and one hand to support the edge of the bush with one hand, and flipped the tiger into the top of the city. Once he climbed the city, Baoyin was like a crazy tiger, chopping and cutting down more than ten Song soldiers who rushed over, forcing them to retreat. He was really as brave as ten, and he was more brave.

Thanks to Baoyin's opening of the gap, Mongolian soldiers were continuously climbing up the ladder and gathering around Baoyin. The array became larger and larger, and the Song soldiers on the top of the city fought desperately to kill, but it was difficult to use bows and crossbows at close range. And weapons such as swords and spears were helpless, and there were no iron armor. The iron bones, iron whips, and big sticks could not be used by strong men. There were not many such strong men, and they were defeated and killed when facing more and more powerful Mongolian soldiers.

Seeing that the Mongolian commando led by Baoyin was about to gain a foothold and occupy the city.

Suddenly, he shouted: "Let's dodge my grandfather!"

It was the roar of Huang Tiancong, the guard of the South Gate, and the Song soldiers who surrounded and killed all moved away.

When Baoyin and more than ten Mongolian soldiers Dingqing saw that seven or eight steps away, a member of Song General made way aside, revealing a group of soldiers holding iron rods behind him. The weapons in their hands were very strange: they said they were iron rods, but they were half-squatting and aiming like crossbows; they said they were crossbows, but there were no strings on the stick, and there were only some strange parts...

Baoyin smiled grimly, and he was able to get out of the way, just killing the big shot. The general of Song saw that the costume was at least a commander and a military merit that was delivered to his door.

Baoyin waved the gaping axe, covered in blood, and blood-stained: "Warriors, kill with me..."

"Aim - Shoot!"

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

The fireworks gushed, deafening, and the projectiles were fierce. They broke through the iron armor that was hard to penetrate, and beat the strong bodies of the elite Mongolian Yuan soldiers to the point of blood and blood, and their stomachs were broken and their intestines were flowing. The heart-wrenching roars could even hear the warmth of the Central Army a mile away clearly.

When the gunfire stopped and the smoke dissipated, the Mongolian soldiers on the top of the city had fallen around, but only a strong figure was about to fall.

"No... maybe..." Baoyin has become a bloody man, covered in blood holes, and blood is constantly coming out, flowing down, forming a pool of blood under his feet. "What... soldiers... weapons?"

Huang Tiancong took a musket with ammunition and aimed at Baoyin's forehead: "Remember it, the weapon to take your life - the musket!"

Bang!

At that time, Zhao Lie gave Zhang Shijie more than 30 muskets and helped some gun-making craftsmen (apprentices). Zhang Shijie had just returned to Yacheng less than half a month ago. The hydraulic drilling and boring had just been completed, and the Yuan army came to fight fiercely. The craftsmen fought for days and only built more than ten muskets, which was enough to form a musket team.

This musket team only went through seven or eight days of training. After only ten shots of live ammunition, they pulled onto the battlefield. Unexpectedly, they had the ability to turn the tide and defeated the Mongolian elite. However, the flintlock ignition spring steel sheets of these muskets were basically handmade. Although the materials were made of fine iron and the craftsman skills were excellent, they could not be compared with the steel sheets stamped with steel plates in Zhao Lie Military Industry Base. Therefore, not only has the resistance of the plate buckle machine, but the fire silence rate was also high. Fifty guns, the first fifty guns fired less than forty. The fire silence rate was as high as 20%. However, the flaws did not conceal the merits, and the power of this flintlock musket was impressive.

Baoyin's death and the collapse of the Mongolian commando made Tuowen Buhua furious and thunderous. He could not bear such failure. He was about to send another order to charge, but suddenly his head became darker and thick clouds covered the sun. The wind became more and more rapid, and the heat was gone, and the whole body was comfortable.

Is this... God is open to his eyes? Cooling and cooling down so that the army can better attack the city?

Looking back, I saw dark clouds rolling in the distance between the sea and the sky, and the waves surged, and the more they surged, and the more they surged, and the more they surged, and the more they were rolling in, with the momentum of destroying the city.

The face of the warmth changed.
Chapter completed!