"Boom!" There was a huge explosion, and the heavy city gate was torn into pieces like pieces of paper. When the Mongolian cavalry saw the city gate open, they immediately rushed into the city gate like crazy. The crowd gathered again!

"Mortars, suppress the city and don't let them throw grenades." Alabutan commanded the artillery, and the mortars fired wildly at the city tower. In the sea of ​​fire, several Ming soldiers with explosives strapped to their bodies had not had time to jump to the city.

, was torn into pieces by shrapnel.

The first Mongolian soldier who rushed into the dark city gate had no time to cheer before he was blown up by a mine under his feet. The figure was stuck to the wall like a mural, with one leg completely turned into minced meat.

The city gate cave was filled with the wails of Mongolian soldiers. Although the explosion of landmines was not very powerful, the small steel balls hitting the legs would definitely make people miserable.

Several kerosene bottles fell from the sky and immediately shattered when they landed on the ground. Huge flames steamed up in an instant, and the flames engulfed the Mongolian soldiers. The sounds coming from the throats of those Mongolian soldiers were not sounds that humans could make at all. This

Sometimes, they look more like ghosts.

"All the mortars are for me to bombard the city tower. We must suppress the Ming army and let our people rush in." Alabutan, who was only twelve years old, had red eyes and howled like a hungry wolf.

The Mongolian artillery immediately mobilized all its mortars to suppress the Ming army on the tower. Hundreds of shirtless Mongolian soldiers, holding rifles with bayonets in their arms, charged once again, howling.

The cannons on the city tower rumbled, and the top of the city gate was turned into a sea of ​​flames. The Ming troops on the city wall were constantly blown up by the cannonballs, and they fell into the pile of rubble below the city, bloody and bloody. No one could get close there, no one could

Reinforcements were there. Seeing the Mongolian soldiers rushing into the city gate, Sun Xing picked up his rifle and was about to fight the Mongolians with bayonets.

"Boom!" The city tower disappeared in the smoke, and everyone stared blankly like a fool, not knowing what happened.

"Haha! Haha! Mongolian artillery blew up the city gate building." Sun Xing reacted and almost went crazy with joy.

"Mortars, shoot the enemy mortars near the city wall." Sun Xing kicked the stupid artillery company commander.

"No!" the artillery company commander reacted and immediately led his men to adjust the shooting angle.

"I...!" The corners of Alabutan's eyes almost burst. Could something like this happen? Countless shells actually blew up the city gate building. The Mongolian soldiers who had just rushed into Yinchuan City were buried alive under the rubble.

.Anyone who rushed into the city with his legs might not survive.

If three or five people face hundreds of people, they will definitely be chopped into eighteen pieces and thrown out.

"That's it for today, we can't fight any longer. We have already killed more than 3,700 people today, and the casualties are too great. Anyway, the Yinchuan city wall has become like this, and it will be a matter of time before it is conquered." Wen Chun stopped him.

Alabutan wants to go up and fight for his life.

The city gate tower collapsed, and the ruins blocked the way forward. The Mongolian soldiers began to feel tired after fighting for a day, and it was time to stop fighting and take a rest.

This was the first time that the Mongolian soldiers had a hot weapons duel, and it was also the first time that they had the same weapons as the Ming army. Although they were not yet proficient in using them, the bravery of the Mongolian soldiers somewhat made up for the gap.

The casualties of war with hot weapons are far greater than those with cold weapons. Bullets are flying on the battlefield, and a small projectile shot into the body may take away a young life. There is no God of War here who is shot by several arrows and still fights endlessly.

"The Mongolian soldiers have retreated!" Seeing the Mongolian soldiers retreating like a tide, huge cheers erupted from the city wall.

The first day is finally over!

The city wall was blackened by gunpowder smoke, and the battlements on the city wall looked like dolls with missing teeth. The shooting tower made of bluestone strips was full of dents and bullet holes. As for the brick and stone watchtowers, they had long been penetrated by cannonballs.

It was dark inside, and the broken corpse was also dark inside.

Looking at the dilapidated Yinchuan city wall, Sun Yuanhua wanted to cry without tears.

The result of more than two years of work, it was half-broken in one day. Many parts of the city wall were blown open. Fortunately, the broken bricks hindered the cavalry's advance. Otherwise, the Mongolian cavalry would have rushed into Yinchuan City and killed them.

"Wrap the stones with barbed wire and throw them into the gap in the city wall. In the middle of the night, send people down from the city wall and plant more mines. Carry out the wounded for treatment and get some delicious food for the soldiers." The order was issued.

Passed down one after another, officers were constantly being ordered to go out to do things.

Countless civilians rushed up to the city wall. Some people carried broken bricks and wrapped them tightly with barbed wire and threw them into the gap. Some people carried ammunition from under the city wall to the city wall, and some carried away the injured. The entire city wall became a hectic mess!

Sun Xing sat on a larger piece of gravel, holding a bowl of white rice in his hand. The cook happily scooped out a large spoonful of meat from the bucket and placed it in Sun Xing's rice bowl.

There were sobbing sounds from the corner, and Sun Xing put down his job.

"What's wrong?"

"There were eight brothers eating in the morning, and now I am the only one left." A childish face, at most eighteen years old. There was a light layer of down on the lips, and the whole face was smoked like an African.

.The contrast between the dark face and the white rice is very sharp.

Sun Xing didn't say anything, he just took the iron bucket from the cook and filled the soldier's rice bowl with a spoonful of meat. Only God knows whether this meal was the last.

"Batalion Commander! Will I die tomorrow?" The soldier did not eat, but raised his head and looked at Sun Xing.

"Tell you what! On the battlefield, the more scared you are, the faster you will die. If you are really scared, just shout loudly. It will work!"

"real?"

"I'm not going to lie to you, I was scared today too, and then I shouted loudly. After shouting, I wasn't scared anymore. You see, I'm not doing well. I haven't even broken my oily skin." Sun Xing patted his chest.

The casualties were too great. There were more than 300 people in my battalion. Seventy-nine of them were killed in one day's fighting. Adding more than 60 injured, it was already more than half of the casualties.

The wounded were all seriously injured, and it was estimated that many of them would not survive the night. Most of them were injured by shells, and only a few were killed or injured by bullets.

Regardless of whether he can eat it or not, Sun Xing knows that he has to eat this bowl of rice. There are rubbles everywhere around him, and there are two burnt corpses not far away with smoke curling up. One hand fell on the crack of the stone.

Inside, the bones are covered with white stubble, whiter than rice.

A pair of legs appeared in front of Sun Xing, and he looked up along the legs. Sun Xing saw his father, Sun Yuanhua!

"Dad!" Sun Xing quickly put down the bowl and chopsticks.

"You have been to the military academy. Tell me, can Yinchuan be defended?" Sun Yuanhua lifted up his coat and sat on a stone.

"It can still be defended for at least three days. Although there are many gaps in the city wall. The barbed wire wrapped with gravel and bricks was thrown down, which made the gap even more difficult to climb. Originally, the city gate was the biggest weakness, but now the city gate has been destroyed by the Mongols.

The mortar just exploded. Haha! I have to say, God is helping us.

The heavy rocket launcher only fired one round, which proves that it is not easy to transport their rockets. It takes thousands of miles to transport them from the Ili Valley to here. The thing is so heavy, and the Mongols do not have trains. It is impossible to supply them quickly!

In addition, they have consumed so much ammunition today. If they do not replenish it, their artillery firepower will be weakened tomorrow. Although we have suffered heavy casualties, it will be easier to defend.

unless……!"

"Unless what?"

"Unless the Mongols send reinforcements!"

Speaking of reinforcements, Sun Yuanhua's face darkened. God knows how big the Mongolian attack will be this time, but looking at the Mongolians outside the city, there are definitely 20,000 to 30,000 people.

It was getting dark, and silhouettes of people were walking down the city wall. With shovels in their hands, these people started to dig holes in any place they chose, and then placed the mines inside and buried them again.

It only took half a night, and the surrounding area of ​​Yinchuan City was already covered with landmines. The civilians who laid the mines only dared to walk backwards, because they were not sure where the landmines were buried in the land ahead.

The civilians not only laid landmines, but also picked up many muskets used by Mongolian soldiers.

"Batalion Commander, what kind of gun is this?" The soldier didn't recognize the gun, so he brought it over to show Sun Xing.

"Holy shit!" Sun Xing cursed as he took the gun.

This is a gun that is very close to a big eight-grain gun. Five bullets can be stuffed into the magazine. The bullets are thicker than a big eight-grain bullet, and the gun is heavier than a big eight-grain gun. How good are the Mongolians in making guns?

It has developed like this. If the Mongols were equipped with this kind of equipment, this battle would definitely be impossible to fight.

The standard equipment of Sun Xing's men is still the flintlock gun that has been eliminated from the field army. Although this kind of gun is powerful, its rate of fire is too slow. The gun in hand has large bullets and sufficient charge, and it should be more powerful than the Daba.

The grains are even more powerful.

"This gun is great." Sun Xing took out a cigarette and threw it to the soldier as a reward.

After gesticulating back and forth several times, he threw the gun to the soldier again: "Go and search more below. If there is such a gun and bullets, bring them back to me."

With these captured weapons and ammunition, Sun Xing feels better. At least in terms of firearms, he can narrow the gap with the Mongols. The reason why he can persist today has a lot to do with the solid city defense.

"No!" the soldier stood at attention and then went to ask for a gun from the peasants.

Every once in a while, fireworks explode in the sky. As the fireworks explode, everything on the ground can be seen. The civilians use this short moment to look for the guns and ammunition left by the Mongolian soldiers.

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In order to find a gun for Sun Xing, the civilians were willing to go all out.

I have heard about the brutality of the Mongols since I was a child. So many people were killed today during the day. If the Mongols attack Yinchuan City, there will definitely be a massacre. The lives of nearly 100,000 men, women, and children in the city depend on whether this city defense can be defended.

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There were sporadic battles at night, mostly in cold shots. Although not as intense as during the day, more than a dozen migrant workers were killed.

Sun Yuanhua organized a group of death row prisoners to wait behind the gap in the city wall. These people did not have guns in their hands, they only had a ghost-headed sword. As long as the Mongolian climbed over the city wall and broke the bricks, these ghost-headed swords would definitely become his nightmare.

After a busy night here, the Mongolians over there are also actively preparing.

Throughout the whole day, not only thousands of men were lost, but also a large amount of ammunition was consumed. Manpower is easy to fool. If it doesn't work, we can recruit people nearby or tie them up to fight against the Ming Dynasty. But ammunition is difficult to deal with. From the Ili Valley to

Yinchuan is almost four thousand miles away.

The cavalry under his command advances very quickly, but war with hot weapons is very different from war with cold weapons. The biggest difference is the reliance on logistics. In the past, when fighting, you could only carry a few days of dry food and a few pots of arrows.

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But now in the war, you don’t need to bring arrows, but you need to bring more bullets. You also need to use horses to carry artillery shells and food!

Now Alabutan regrets that he insisted on going his own way and fought so far.

Cewang Arabtan looked at the Yinchuan map carefully with a smile. Although this map was still from five years ago, it was much better than nothing.

"How many artillery shells, bullets and food will arrive tomorrow?" Alabutan looked at Wen Chun with probing eyes.

"There are very few, especially artillery shells. As you know, the number of artillery shells we produce in the Ili Valley is also limited. There are still many artillery shells that seem to have insufficient explosive power. I don't know what is going on." Wen Cun thought for a moment and thought about it.

He said with a beard.
To be continued...