Looking down from the city wall, Wuyang Wuyang herdsmen rushed up on foot carrying ladders, carrying various weapons, and some even carrying wooden forks for planting grass.
The cavalry pressed down behind, driving these slaves and herdsmen to attack this simple city wall made of tiled steel plates that was only four and a half meters high.
On the largest watchtower, Zhang Shize stood on Yang Fan's left, and Jiang Bingzhong stood on his right, observing the situation on the battlefield.
When the Mongols rushed within 200 meters, the steel crossbows on the arrow tower started firing.
Swish, swish! This steel crossbow can fire at a rate of twenty rounds per minute. Raise the crossbow and start firing quickly.
Yang Fan had a caravan and brought enough supplies, and even more crossbows. He could shoot freely.
With such a dense crowd, there is no need to aim at all, just shoot directly.
People kept being hit by crossbow arrows and knocked down directly.
Buhe was a horse herder. He was usually responsible for herding the horses in the tribe. He was a slave with a slightly higher status. Among slaves, horse herders had a higher status than sheep herders. The highest status were craftsmen and craftsmen.
He carried the newly made ladder made of poplar wood and ran forward desperately. He knew that the sooner he got closer to the city wall at this time, the better, otherwise he would keep being shot by crossbows.
Hush, hush, hush! A burst of crossbow arrows flew over, and Uritanashun in front screamed. A crossbow arrow shot through his thigh, and then got into the soil. Uritanashun rolled to the ground holding his thigh, shouting
Howling, blood spurted out like a fountain.
No one went to save him or bandage him. He could only cover the wound with his hands in despair. But the front and back penetrating wounds could be covered. The aorta ruptured and he lost a lot of blood, and he passed out in the blink of an eye.
At this time, one person was missing from the ladder, and it suddenly sank to the right.
The remaining nine people quickly balanced themselves and continued running forward.
When these people ran within a hundred meters, the Rumi gun opened fire.
This heavy matchlock gun is the best musket of the Ming Dynasty. This weapon can penetrate Jiannu's triple armor, and there is no problem against these leather robes. The Lumi gun is also very accurate. The lengthened barrel and sufficient charge are all
Gives the warhead a very high muzzle velocity.
Buhe shivered when he saw the white smoke rising from the arrow tower behind the city wall and the intensive sound of musketry. He knew that the Han people's firearms were very powerful. People on the grasslands were afraid of firearms.
Another person in the team was shot. This time it was Meng Gen in the front row on the right. A lead bullet hit his head. Viewed from the back, his felt hat seemed to be torn apart. Meng Gen's head was hit by a bullet.
The large-caliber Lumi gun bullet hit him directly. His head exploded instantly, and red and white brains sprayed all over the people behind him.
Then three more people were hit, and the remaining people were completely unable to maintain the balance of the heavy ladder. They all fell down and the ladder fell to the ground.
"Get up quickly, pick up the ladder, you losers, hurry up." Before Bu He could get up, he was whipped by a ten-capion cavalryman. His tattered sheepskin robe was torn by the whip.
There was a bloodstain on the back.
His back hurt, and he cursed in his mind, these cavalrymen had to die. He had no choice but to stumble and continue to carry the ladder with the remaining people.
Yang Fan looked at the crossbows and Rumi guns on the arrow tower, although they hit many people, but with the 20,000 people using them like a tide, these were not enough to stop them.
"Let the trebuchet throw gravel." Yang Fan ordered.
More than a dozen trebuchets had already been assembled in preparation for the attack on Guihua City. At this time, the order was issued, and the soldiers immediately loaded the gravel into it. To deal with dense soldiers, covering an area with gravel would be more effective.
better.
Peng Peng Peng, the sound of a huge machine starting up. The trebuchet pulled the wrench and touched the bamboo shoots. The rocker arm suddenly bounced up, and a large amount of gravel was thrown out. It drew a parabola and fell into the crowd.
Bu He heard a huge collision, although he didn't know it was the sound of the trebuchet's right arm hitting the restriction crossbar. But he felt a danger approaching in his heart, and he couldn't help but raise his head.
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He was horrified to find that rocks were flying from the sky like rain.
He decisively jumped into a deep pit next to him, holding his head and shrinking his body as small as possible.
As soon as he jumped in, there was a popping sound, and the stones fell to the ground. A corpse with a smashed head rolled into the pit. He turned around and saw that it was the captain who whipped him.
Those popping sounds were exactly the sound of stones hitting flesh. A burst of dust rose from the ground. Thousands of large and small stones were thrown by the trebuchet, which caused great damage to the dense crowd. The attack
The team howled.
Just as Buhe climbed out of the pit, he was discovered by another cavalryman, who shouted and ordered him to join the other remaining team and carry the ladder to continue moving forward.
Braving crossbows and muskets along the way, and enduring several rounds of trebuchets, they finally approached the city wall after suffering more than two thousand casualties.
Countless ladders knocked down the tiled steel plates one after another, making a deafening noise. The soldiers from the Beijing camp on the city wall grabbed their spears and stabbed the Mongolians under the wall with great effort.
For a time, the entire north wall fell into a stalemate. People above and below the city were stabbing each other with long weapons. Some Mongolians with scimitars were trying to climb up the city wall through ladders.
Zhang Shize's palms were all sweaty, and he actually had no confidence in his heart. He didn't know whether these Beijing camps could handle such an intense offensive and defensive battle.
At this time, the plate armor on the Beijing camp came into play. The Mongolian spears would basically cut them open if they were stabbed on them. The plate armor could block the spears. The armor and scale armor would be pierced.
However, when their spears stabbed down, there was no obstacle in the leather robes, leaving bloody holes with each shot.
Bu He rushed to the city wall, pulled out the flail on his back, and threw it upward with all his strength.
The wooden handle of the flail was two meters long, the chain was half a meter long, and the short stick was half a meter long. A total of three meters long. And the city wall was four and a half meters long. It was impossible to reach the Ming army on the wall.
The length of the Ming army's spears was a standard four and a half meters. The height of the city wall built with scaffolding was carefully calculated and designed to best take advantage of the spears.
Bu He desperately swung his flail, hitting the steel plate one by one, making a loud noise. However, neither the steel plate nor the two-story scaffolding behind showed any signs of damage.
At this time, a Ming soldier leaned out half of his body and stabbed a cavalryman on horseback to death. Buhe jumped up, rounded his flail, and hit him hard on the side.
Bu He thought to himself, this will break your hip bones at once. As the short stick hit the side of the plate armor, it made a loud noise.
The Ming soldier suffered severe pain in his waist, staggered and fell off the wall.
This chapter has been completed!