The moon is very good tonight, and the silver moonlight shines on the earth. Wuwei is on the edge of the desert with sparse vegetation. Standing on the wall of Wuwei City, you can have an unobstructed view of the area more than ten miles below.

This kind of weather was good news for the defenders, but it was bad news for the sneak attackers. Cao Bianjiao looked at the bright and clear land and nodded with satisfaction. With visibility of more than ten miles, he could calmly deal with the Mongolian surprise attack.

At present, the only thing that can pose a threat to Wuwei City Wall is the heavy rocket launcher. But since the battle at Yingzui Mountain, the Mongols have never seen that weapon used.

It is estimated that many launchers were destroyed by airships. If this thing is still on the surface at dawn, it will be a fixed target for the airship. If it fails to explode, the bombardier of the airship can go home and take care of his child.

The Mongols' fragile logistical supply lines were unable to replenish heavy-duty rockets. One shot of that thing weighed more than three hundred kilograms, and an ox cart pulled by two oxen could only pull two rounds. The two cows ran from the Ili Valley to

Yinchuan is thousands of miles away, and if you are not careful, you will be bombed by airships. From time to time, you will also be harassed by Ming army cavalry, so transportation is quite difficult.

The launcher is gone, and it is too difficult to transport artillery shells. The Mongols simply stopped playing with this thing. Now they don’t even have many small-caliber artillery such as mortars. If they want to attack fortresses, they can only use people to carry explosive bags.

Just run to the bottom of the city wall.

With such high visibility, they want to run under the city wall. A rifle with high accuracy will teach them how to be a ghost.

A smart general would not choose such weather conditions for a sneak attack, but the Mongols have no choice. Time is their life. If it snows in a few days, their supplies will be completely cut off. And attacking Wuwei will be even more difficult.

While Cao Wenzhao was looking below, Dorgon and Geerdan in the distance were also looking at Wuwei City. They also knew that such weather was not good for the attacking troops, but they had far more experience in the desert than the Han people who came from afar.

Much more.

"Are you sure there will be one tonight?" Dorgon has lived in Liaodong since he was a child, and he doesn't know much about the Gobi Desert.

"It will definitely happen. Agron has never been wrong in predicting the weather. Sandstorms usually don't happen in winter, but there has been almost no snow this winter, and the ground is very dry. Today is another strong northwest wind. As long as it blows

It will be a sandstorm that will kill them." Galdan looked up at the moon, which was like a silver disk. There was a big wind circle on the edge of the moon.

This is a sign of strong winds. Galdan prayed sincerely. The sandstorm, which is very rare in winter, will blow tonight.

"If there is no sandstorm, then we have no choice but to burn the Populus euphratica forest. But the smoke from the Populus euphratica forest is unlikely to cover the entire sky. At most, it will attract the attention of the Ming army. If you want to succeed in the raid, you have to rely on luck.

." Dorgon pointed helplessly to the Populus euphratica forest in the distance. This was a backup plan before the sandstorm. It was a no-brainer. The effect was simply not the same as that of a sandstorm.

"Don't worry, look at the big wind circle next to the moon. It's a sign of strong winds. There will definitely be strong winds by midnight at the latest. There is no snow this winter, and there will be sandstorms whenever the wind blows. It's worse than in autumn.

The sandstorms are coming more violently." Galdan was very sure.

"I hope so!" Dorgon had seen sandstorms in autumn. The yellow sand that blocked the sun all day long made people feel like it was the end of the world. He didn't want to experience that scene a second time in his life. He touched his waist with palpitations.

A piece of cloth, with a piece of fine cotton stolen from the Han people sandwiched between two pieces of thick cloth. There is a rope on one side that can be hung on the ear.

Perhaps to verify the words of Galdan, the weather forecasting expert, Dorgon had not had time to retract his hand. A strong wind blew, and Dorgon felt that he was about to suffocate.

"Ouch!" came the wolf-like cheers of Galdan from the side.

Under the bright moonlight, Cao Bianjiao was in a pretty good mood. It didn't seem to matter if the wind was stronger. After all, it was winter, so it was not surprising at all to be windy.

But when he saw the black curtain of smoke and dust sweeping over him, his face suddenly turned pale.

Sandstorms in winter are very rare, but today we happened to encounter them. After living in the northwest for a long time, Cao Bianjiao knew how powerful sandstorms were. The violent sand was blown by the more violent wind, and if a person was exposed outside for a while, his whole body would look like

It's like digging it out of the soil.

"Put on the mask!" Cao Bianjiao's voice changed in tone.

The Liao Army has a tradition of wearing masks in winter in Liaodong. At first, it was to prevent soldiers from catching colds from each other. Later, it was discovered that this thing has a good effect of keeping warm. So the Liao Army generally distributes masks in autumn. I hope today

At night, these gangsters all wore masks.

On the far horizon, a black earth wall was pushed over. Cao Wenzhao knew that the Mongols would not miss this opportunity. Perhaps tonight was the opportunity they had been waiting for.

When the black storm came, everyone felt suffocated. The soldiers who were hiding in the tower without masks all covered their mouths and noses with something. But the fine smoke and dust still got into their noses from nowhere.

My mouth was full of earthy smell, and there was a loud sound of sneezing and coughing inside the tower.

People wearing masks outside were no better. Except for a few guys wearing goggles, the rest couldn't even open their eyes. The soldiers huddled inside the tower, and the sand driven by the strong wind hit the outside like bullets.

There was a "crackling" sound on the wall.

Even if I wear goggles, I can't see things in the distance clearly. Even when I look down from the top of the city, I can't see what's going on below the city.

The Mongols, who were following the wind, launched an attack immediately. A dozen horses were as fast as lightning, and the knights on the horses wildly waved their whips to beat the precious horses. They didn't have any weapons on them, and they even threw scimitars.

Lost. Each person carried fifty kilograms of explosives on his back. Their faces were covered with several layers of cloth scarves, and only pairs of wolf-like eyes stared at the blurry city wall in the distance.

A rope was tied between the war horses to prevent them from running away. A dozen figures rushed towards the city wall quickly. The knights knew that they only had this chance. The war horses under their crotches would not survive long because they had inhaled too much

dust, they will die quite painfully.

There is a lack of water in the northwest, so there is no moat in Wuwei. A dozen Mongolian warriors rushed to the bottom of the city wall, quickly jumped off their horses and pulled ropes to gather together. When they touched the city wall while groping in the dark, everyone felt happy.

The sandstorm helped them get through the most difficult place. All they had to do was dig a big hole in the city wall, put all the explosive bags in and light it, and everything was done.

The pickaxe was smashed on the city wall, and a small hole the size of a fist and three inches deep soon appeared on the wall. A guy took out a cylindrical thing from his back waist, stuffed it into the hole in the wall, and pulled it out.

The fire pipe and fuse began to burn with "beep" and "beep" flames. Everyone ran back and then lay down on the ground.

"Boom!" In the sandstorm, the explosion sound was extremely dull. But Cao Bianjiao still heard it: "Where did it explode?" Cao Bianjiao asked in horror, but no one answered him. The wind of the sandstorm was raging in Wuwei City with all kinds of strange howling sounds.

In the sky above, it sounded as if the city of Wuwei was being blown away.

The Mongolian soldiers quickly checked the explosion point, and the effect was very good. The hole that was only the size of a fist now turned into a hole that could accommodate a person crawling in. He took off the explosive bag he was carrying and stuffed it in without hesitation.

In the innermost part, after pulling the detonator, rabbits immediately jumped out and hid under the city wall.

"Boom!" The sound of the explosion was louder, and this time Cao Bianjiao heard it clearly. The sound came from Beicheng, the direction he was most worried about.

"Let everyone in Beicheng withdraw." Cao Bianjiao shouted anxiously, but when the sandstorm was raging, no one could hear his roar.

The veterans on the wall of the North City clearly felt the vibration under their feet. The experienced old guys made a quick judgment. The men wearing goggles searched along the city wall, and the remaining veterans dragged the new recruits, as if they were dying.

Run along the horse path towards the city.

The Mongolian soldier got into the hole again. This time he only had to lower his head. He pulled the rope a few times, and the Mongolians who were hiding in the distance immediately ran over. There was no language exchange, and everyone carried their own clothes on their backs.

The explosive packets were untied and stuffed into the hole one by one. When all the explosive packets were stuffed into the hole, a Mongolian soldier began to connect the gunpowder twisters.

As soon as the fire hose was pulled, the whole person ran as if he was dead. If he ran slowly, there was a risk of being shocked to death. After all, there were hundreds of kilograms of explosives here.

Just after running a few steps, there was an explosion behind me. Grenades began to be thrown randomly on the city wall. This guy was unlucky. A grenade exploded behind him. Shrapnel the size of a fingernail was inserted into his waist, and the Mongolian soldier made a "pop" sound.

He fell to the ground. His strong desire to survive made him move his body on the ground like a maggot.

"Boom!" The whole Wuwei City seemed to shake under the huge explosion. Broken bricks and tiles flew everywhere on the city wall, and the smoke was blown away by the sandstorm in an instant.

The Mongols sent more than one team, so there was more than one explosion. Grenades were constantly thrown down from the city wall. Although a blind cat could kill a few Mongolians when it encountered a dead mouse, the explosions still came to Cao Bianjiao one after another.

In the ears.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

"boom!"……!

Four gaps were blown out of the city wall in the north, and three gaps were blown out in the city wall in the west. When the sandstorm gradually weakened, the Wuwei city wall that Dorgon and Galdan saw looked like an old man with missing teeth.

Same as my wife.

"There are countless wealth, women and food in Wuwei City. I don't want to starve to death. Charge!" Galdan pulled out his saber and swung it forward vigorously, and countless Mongolian cavalry rushed forward like a tide.

The sandstorm hadn't subsided yet, but the Mongolian soldiers rushed up like another earth wall.

"Prepare the mortar, calculate the position of the gap." Cao Bianjiao shouted anxiously. The calculation soldier standing on the tower began to nervously calculate the position of the gap. The gunner on the ground held the shell in his hand and waited for the school cannon to fire.

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The Mongolian soldiers rushed very close, and the first shot was fired on the city wall, and then the gunfire sounded like firecrackers.

Many Mongolian soldiers fell off their horses, and some fought back with their rifles while galloping on their horses.

The Liao soldiers were all veterans, and their marksmanship was far more accurate than those of the garrison divisions. The muzzles were pressed well in advance, and they did not hit people but only horses. Although it did not snow in the winter, the ground was freezing cold and hard.

.Falling off a galloping horse, the feeling is "hey", "hey", even if you don't die, you will be seriously injured.

Horses are bigger targets than humans, so hitting horses is more accurate than hitting people. Hot bullets continue to penetrate into the body of the war horse, and blood spurts out along the broken wounds. Even a war horse with strong muscles cannot withstand a large-caliber rifle.

of shooting.

One after another, the war horses fell to the ground, and even the knights on the horses had close contact with Mother Earth.

The Mongolian cavalry fell very miserably. The ground in the winter was as frozen as stone. There were also all kinds of rough small stones. Only those with the strongest skills could escape, but they would also end up disfigured.

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Most guys don't have such agility, some have broken muscles and bones, and some have directly broken their neck bones and fallen to death. What's even worse is that they broke their arms and legs and are wailing loudly. Their heads were kicked by a galloping war horse.

The horse's hooves as big as a bowl can knock a person unconscious in one strike. The powerful hind legs of the war horse step on the chest, and the entire sternum will break.

Bone stubbles dripping with yellow marrow can even poke out from inside the leather robe. The whole person is like a broken soup dumpling, with fillings constantly flowing out from the wounds.

However, the Mongols did not care about casualties at all, and the knights still beat the horses' butts desperately. They knew that this area was the most dangerous place. The only way to save their lives was to pass quickly. Moreover, the faster the horse, the harder it is.

Got hit.

Someone had already rushed to the gap. The eager recruits of the Liao army leaned out half of their bodies and fired downwards. As a result, they were all pierced by the bullets fired from below. The Mongolians seemed to be born with extraordinary shooting skills.

Talent. Their marksmanship is no worse than that of the veterans of the Liao Army.

The new soldiers were shot down like birds by the Mongols. No one on the city wall dared to lean out and shoot. Instead, there were smoking grenades, and clouds of explosive smoke rose under the city wall.

The Mongolians who raised their guns and fired at the city wall were hit by countless small shrapnel. Some were directly killed, and more were injured. There were even guys whose eyes were hit by shrapnel, covering their eyes with their hands.

His eyes were rolling on the ground and he was screaming.

More and more Mongolians rushed to the city. They threw off their stirrups and dismounted their horses. They climbed onto the rubble with rifles and yelled "ooh" and "ooh", and charged desperately into Wuwei City.
Chapter completed!