"Dare to retreat in the face of battle, shake the morale of the army, and kill without mercy!"

Batumuk's roar sounded on the front line, and all the soldiers turned their heads and happened to see a group of well-equipped supervising teams swept forward from behind the crossbowmen.

They all rushed into the retreating soldiers proudly, roaring and waving scimitars to slash.

The infantry holding only a scimitar in his hand, facing the cavalry's charge, was like a living target, instantly killing them, leaving behind corpses on the ground.

Seeing this scene, the leaders of other tribes, hundreds, thousands, thousands of households and soldiers were all indignant.

But they had already claimed to recognize the status of Dayan Khan in the Alliance's ritual. They also knew that the power of their tribe was not enough to compete with Dayan Khan...

"Why are you still standing there? Send a second wave of siege troops to continue siege!"

Batumuk issued another order, and the soldiers responsible for playing the horns were swept away by him and hurriedly used all their strength to blow them again.

As the horn was blowing rapidly, the second wave of siege troops rushed up like ants.

More tribal soldiers watched those people being driven to the Great Wall to endure the Ming Dynasty artillery, muskets, stones, wood and oil, all of them hung down their shoulders and fell silent: either tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, sooner or later, this fate will fall on each of them.

"Military advisor, what should we do now?" Looking at the Mongolian soldiers rushing towards him, Xu Guangzuo couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

At this time, He Jin's face also calmed down and he ordered coldly: "Defend with all your strength, use the strongest firepower and the densest arrows to block them!"

"This is how human hearts are. If you are weak and can be bullied, they will think of breaking the city to survive. Only by letting them understand that the Ming Dynasty does not want to be enemies with them, rather than being unable to defeat them, will they know how to choose."

Hearing this answer, Huo Silk's eyes turned red. But his mouth opened, and he found that he could not say anything he objected.

The order was quickly conveyed. The soldiers guarding the city were either elite soldiers of the new camp or veterans of the border. Faced with such a battle, they all had experience and immediately executed the orders in an orderly manner.

The cannon rumbled again, but this time it was no longer a squib.

Solid shells rushed over quickly, shattering the wooden frame of the catapult. The powerful remaining force also sent the shells to the ground, and dust splashed.

The series of mother-child cannons sprayed hundreds of lead balls, and the city immediately became a coverage of fire bombs. The tribal warriors carrying the ladder had nowhere to hide, and were instantly torn apart by the blazing bullets and fell to the ground with a howling.

But when they grabbed the gaps in the mother-child bed cannon loading and rushed forward, they were covered with arrows covering the clouds and the sun. The Ming soldiers at the battlements also ignited the leads of the Shenji gun and picked them up to fire one by one.

It was just a intensive long-range strike. Before the second wave of siege troops rushed to the Great Wall, they had already landed on the ground and lay everywhere. The broken limbs were everywhere, and the dead were crying and screaming on the ground...

Even if there are still hundreds of soldiers who survived by chance, they don’t have the courage to charge again, so they can only lie behind the mound to survive: one step forward is an abyss, one step back is hell. Here, where you may lose your life at any time, there is still a breath of time to survive...

"The third wave of siege troops, continue to charge!" Dayan Khan seized this opportunity and ordered the soldiers to continue to move forward.

At this time, the cannons were filled with bullets, and so were muskets. Although the bows and arrows were still firing, the strength of the warriors was declining. The third wave of siege troops shouted and rushed forward quickly. After paying a certain amount of casualties, they finally successfully rushed under the Great Wall.

But the 70,000 warriors of the Mongolejin tribe were enough to leave enough manpower on this city wall.

After receiving the guidance of the Ming army, they poured a pot of boiling oil down in a call, used a lever to push down the ladder that was built, and smashed the wood and rolling stones without hesitation...

The ladders were pushed over by long snatches. Hundreds of soldiers fell down, some fell to the ground and could not get up for a moment; some hit others and several people collided together; some were landing on others' weapons, with a hole in their thighs, and they sat on the ground and terrified.

The hot tincture oil poured from the top of the city, and then the lit torches and hay fell down. The city suddenly turned into a sea of ​​fire. Some agile soldiers rolled and crawled away, but many people were wrapped in it, screaming endlessly.

More than hundreds of soldiers with remaining strength rushed out of the sea of ​​fire, caught fire, and struggled to escape back.

Some of them were shot down by bows and arrows on the city, and some fell to the ground halfway through the run, allowing the flames to wrap their bodies; some were not seriously injured, so they took off their oil-stained fur coats and rolled to the ground to extinguish the flames, but were desperate to find that they could not even escape back to the camp.

"The fourth wave of siege troops, continue to charge!" The battle became obviously fierce, and waves of charge also disrupted the rhythm of the Ming army. Dayan Khan saw a glimmer of hope and shouted.

However, this command was not executed.

The flag owner of Heshuote stared at Dayan Khan with a blue face and shouted: "Our tribe has charged forward three times and lost more than 5,000 people! Dayan Khan, you are going to go to war with the Ming Dynasty, so you should also make up your mind, right?"

The other tribal leaders of Weilath also came up, their eyes blew fire and their hands pressed on the hilt of the knife. There were also some neutral tribes, thinking that their tribe would soon have such a fate, so they chose to watch coldly.

Only the direct tribes of Dayan Khan and the left and right wing leaders scolded those tribe leaders. But these red-eyed tribe leaders became more and more angry and could have internal conflicts at any time.

At this moment, Da Yan was about to vomit blood when he sweated!

After finally having a glimmer of hope, these people were making trouble... Do they really think that they hadn't seen the collusion with the Ming Dynasty?

But he couldn't act voluntarily. He knew that when facing such a situation, he had to pretend to be confused. Otherwise, once the surface alliance collapsed, the fire sieve on the Great Wall and the hateful Ming dynasty boy would definitely smile proudly.

"Let our people go up!" He gritted his teeth and issued an order. Dayankhan wanted to chop all the heads of these tribe leaders!

However, it was this delay that the Ming Dynasty also filled in ammunition and replaced with a new group of archers.

His siege troops were thrown in and were facing a new fierce attack. Not to mention expanding their advantages and continuing to climb the city wall, they didn't even pounce under the Great Wall...

The sun gradually rose to noon, and the strong sunlight exposed the dead faces and broken limbs under the Great Wall. The broken scimitar reflected light, like a shiny diamond, against the gray-yellow city wall, mottled by smoke and fire and blood fighting.

Looking back at the eyes full of fear and resentment in their eyes, Dayankhan knew that he could no longer order the siege of the city today. He was unwilling and angry, so he could only order: "Retreat the troops and return to the camp to rest!"

After saying this, under the escort of many supervisory teams, he had no choice but to walk back to the camp first.

However, he didn't know that the other tribal leaders looked at his back, with the same resentment: "Bah, I just sent a wave of siege troops and ordered the withdrawal of troops. It was clearly to treat us as cannon fodder!"

"Don't be glad you, we are like this today, and you will be tomorrow." The leader of Weilath also reminded the neutral tribes.

Then, these people also returned to the camp with different expressions. On the way, they saw the people of their tribe, and their eyes were very complicated...

There is only the Great Wall, but there is not much strangeness.

With the sound of gongs, the chef carried a pot of fragrant food and the medical team also began to carry the wounded soldiers to treat them.

He Jin, who was holding a thick porcelain bowl, even started to think randomly: Well, although the cooking is delicious, it cannot be eaten every day. When changing the defense in turn, the soldiers have to change their tastes...

Of course, it’s all for the barbecue that herders often eat.

It’s not that they are tired of eating it, but now the entire city wall is full of that kind of taste. Thinking about it... I feel a little perverted.
Chapter completed!