"In three days, the commander-in-chief will send troops to rescue us." This is the most popular saying on the city wall, and it has been popular for a long time.

"As soon as the commander's soldiers arrive, these Mongolian soldiers will be killed one by one. At that time, I will set up a table in Hongbin Tower so that you guys can eat and drink enough." During the break in the battle, Mr. Sun Xing said

This is how he encourages his soldiers.

"I want to eat elbow!"

"I want to eat the sheep stand!"

"I want lamb chops!"

"I want to drink the best Wuliangye."

"I want……!"

"You bastards are going to kill your battalion commander like a pig. The Mongols have been beaten away. You can eat whatever you want. I'm not going to survive!" Sun Xing waved his hand, and the soldiers

A burst of laughter broke out.

When he walked to a deserted place, Sun Xing sat down on the ground and stared at the Mongolian soldiers outside the city.

There were fewer and fewer familiar faces in the team. The soldier who asked him if he could live through tomorrow. During the battle the next morning, he jumped off the city wall with a pack of explosives and died together with a dozen Mongolian soldiers.

Sun Xing told his father, Sun Yuanhua, that Yinchuan City could be defended for three days, but it was already the tenth day.

The soldiers under his command have been changed twice. Many of them are strong men in the city. They were pulled up on the city wall without even touching a gun. After each burst of mortars, twenty or thirty people will be added. Many of them have not yet touched the city wall.

Learn to shoot and be torn to pieces by cannonballs.

Sun Yuanhua had already mobilized all the people inside Yinchuan City, and even three-year-old children knew how to help clear away the rubble. Those broken bricks and tiles were of great use. Wrap them in barbed wire and throw them at the gaps in the city wall. The Mongols would not be able to enter.

Alabutan's heart was bleeding, and for ten days he fought desperately to attack the city. His grandfather Baturhun Khan continued to send reinforcements, and now there were more than 50,000 Mongolian troops under his command.

But people continue to die, and blood continues to flow. The fire burning the corpses burns from dusk to dawn, and then from dawn to dusk, never stopping.

The damn Ming army was very cunning. They would send people out of the city at night and bury mines in the ground. The Mongolian soldiers, howling and charging, were blown up by the mines before they even got close to the city wall.

Landmines everywhere are very annoying. The greatest power of this weapon is actually psychological deterrence. As long as one person steps on a landmine and is blown up, everyone will feel that there are landmines everywhere.

When the team hesitated, fatal bullets would be fired from the city walls.

It takes a Mongolian mother more than ten years to raise a warrior, but a small bullet can kill them in an instant.

The damn Yinchuan city wall is full of gaps, but you can't rush in anywhere. As long as a gap is blown by artillery shells or explosives, the Mongolian soldiers will swarm over. And at that time, the mortars and grenades in the city will also

Hit that place overwhelmingly.

When the Mongolian soldiers were killed and injured everywhere, the Ming army would bring broken bricks and tiles wrapped with barbed wire and pile them in the gap. The broken bricks and tiles plus barbed wire made the gap even more difficult to climb. And that kind of place

, even if you throw all the cannonballs there, it won't have a better effect.

The arrogant Arabtan seemed to have encountered a turtle. No matter how hard he tried, he could not break open the tough turtle shell.

"Son! Do you think the commander's reinforcements will come?" When Sun Yuanhua also stood in front of Sun Xing and asked this question, Sun Xing's heart suddenly tightened.

"Don't worry, Yinchuan is an important town in the northwest. The commander-in-chief will definitely send troops to support us. When we were studying at the Army Officer School, there was a sign hanging on the playground that read: Never give up on every brother." Dad must cheer up.

, if he is discouraged, there will be no way to defend the city.

"But it's been twelve days, why...!"

"When you come back, you will definitely come."

"real?"

"real!"

Of course, Sun Yuanhua would not be stupid enough to think that his son was telling the truth. But he just wanted to hear it. At this time, even if it was a sentence that couldn't be more false, Sun Yuanhua was willing to believe that it was the truth.

"Boom!" A cannonball hit the city wall again, splashing countless broken bricks.

Sun Yuanhua hurriedly hid in the bunker. The shells on the city wall were full of craters, but those reinforced concrete bunkers were relatively good. The shells only gnawed away the outermost brick skin, and basically no damage was done to the main body of reinforced concrete inside.

These bunkers are the reason why the Yinchuan defenders have been able to hold on for so long!

"There is not much ammunition left, especially grenades and mortar shells. According to the current consumption, it can be used for two days at most. You are my son, so I can only give you two more boxes to save the money for the bastards."

After Sun Yuanhua finished speaking, he went down the stairs inside the bunker and down the city wall.

Sun Xing looked out along the shooting hole and saw that Mongolian soldiers on horseback had already rushed over. It was like this these days. The Mongolian soldiers rushed to the city on horseback, then dismounted and attacked the city on foot. Because there were not enough mortars, the soldiers in the city

Mortars had little coverage of these galloping cavalry.

Gunshots rang out, and the Mongolians who rushed over once again fell on their backs. But they continued to rush forward, and the closer they got to the city wall, the more corpses of people and horses became. Especially near the gaps in the city wall, there were bloody corpses everywhere. Layers upon layers of corpses.

The stacks are as tall as a person. Now if you want to rush into those gaps, you have to step on the corpses of the dead.

I stretched out my hand to flick away a maggot that climbed up the shooting hole. In more than ten days, the flies had given birth to enough maggots on the corpse. Densely white flowers crawled on the face, body and hands of the corpse. Regarding the pervasive corpse odor,

The soldiers have long been accustomed to it. They have even trained themselves to the point where they can eat steamed buns calmly in front of squirming maggots.

"Is the kerosene ready?" Sun Xing turned around and asked after putting down his binoculars.

Smelling with the stench of rotting corpses for days, the plague can easily spread. If the city of Yinchuan is guarded by an epidemic, there will be no need to guard the city. Today, Sun Xing is ready to solve the problem at once.

"Report to the battalion commander, ready."

"When the Mongolian soldiers approach, set fire to me." Sun Xing said viciously. He was also tortured by the smell of corpses. Burning these corpses covered with maggots and flies was Sun Xing's final solution.

The Mongolian soldiers approached, and each of them covered their noses with cloth towels. It seemed that they were stifled by the smell of corpses. Some squatted on the ground and fired guns, while others began to climb on top of the pile of corpses.

The barbed wire fence is covered with corpses. As long as you crawl over these corpses, you can enter Yinchuan City. As long as you are the first to rush into Yinchuan City, you can realize the ultimate dream of promotion and wealth. Of course, these corpses under your feet also had such a dream.

.

The Mongolian soldiers didn't care. Seeking wealth and honor at risk is not only popular among the Han people. If you want to get any kind of status, you need to make sacrifices. The Mongolians understand this truth better than the Han people.

The gunshots below were sparse, and they were no longer repeating rifles firing fixed ammunition, but muzzle-loading flintlock rifles. Five days ago, Sun Xing had not seen Mongolian soldiers using repeating rifles.

This time, no one threw grenades or mortars from the top of the city.

"The Ming Dynasty has no more artillery shells!" a Mongolian official shouted excitedly. Because he was too excited, his foot slipped and he had a close contact with the corpse.

His mouth happened to be chewing on a hand covered with maggots, and white maggots crawled on his face and entered his mouth. His stomach was in violent spasm, and the bowl of kumiss he drank before the charge seemed to have caused a rebellion in his stomach.

"Wow!" The kumiss spurted out like an arrow, and his body bounced back like a spring.

People around him were shouting something in fear, and the Mongolian officer who had just gotten up was still wondering. But soon, he understood what had happened.

Countless burning glass bottles were thrown down from the city wall. Some bottles fell on the rocks and broke on the spot, and blue flames steamed up. Some bottles fell on the corpses, bounced softly twice, and then "bang"

Exploded with a sound.

Blue flames shot up along the bodies of the Mongolian soldiers, and the sound of howls quickly drowned out the sound of gunfire. Hundreds of Mongolians covered in fire and howling miserably ran around. Some of them had knives in their hands.

, someone had a flintlock gun in his hand.

The intense pain caused them to attack with the weapons in their hands no matter what they saw. Whether it was a living person or a dead person, the pain had made them lose their mind.

Some people had their arms cut off, and some had their legs cut off. The one who did it was Pao Ze, who was officially charging with them. Those who had broken arms and legs screamed louder. That should not be considered a scream anymore.

It should be called Howl instead.

The people who were burned to the ground kept rolling in the flames, and their companions behind them who were shooting hard with guns even forgot to load the bullets. The brave Mongolian soldiers turned around and ran away. In order to escape for their lives, they even abandoned their weapons.

When it was time for target practice, the Ming army on the top of the city took aim calmly with the guns in their hands, and then pulled the trigger. At first, they were still killing people with an extremely serious attitude, but as they continued killing, they turned into a joke.

Those who were shot in the back would be laughed at, and those who thought they were excellent marksmen began to shoot at the thighs or buttocks of the Mongolian soldiers. There were also some more skilled ones who liked to hit the heads.

For a moment, gunshots and screams broke out, and brains and plasma flew away. Few of the Mongolian soldiers managed to escape, and most of them were shot dead on the spot.

The Mongols no longer shoot artillery, they don't like wasting artillery shells.

The corpses close to the city wall were set on fire. At this time, it was not the fire oil that supported the flames, but the corpse oil refined from the corpses. The entire Yinchuan city wall was burning, and the air was filled with the aroma of barbecue. Countless flies and maggots were swarming in the flames.

Struggling, it turned into charred black particles in just a moment.

The city wall blackened by gunpowder smoke became even darker, and the Ming soldiers on the city began to cover their mouths and noses. The smell of burnt pig hair was not very pleasant. It was even more smelly than the smell of corpses!

The flames formed a protective layer, and the fuel was the corpses of the Mongolian soldiers. The Mongolian soldiers could not attack Yinchuan City until the corpses were burned out.

"The people of Ming Dynasty are going to be doomed." Looking at the burning Yinchuan City, Dorgon smiled.

"What do you mean?" Galdan looked at Dorgon in surprise.

"The Ming Dynasty's city walls are made of reinforced concrete buildings, which are very resistant to explosions. Cannonballs can only chew off a piece of skin when hit. But the most fearful thing about reinforced concrete things is that they will be burned by fire. There are so many corpses under the city wall.

This fire is not small. The longer it burns, the more the reinforced concrete on the city wall will burn.

At this time, if you hit it with a cannonball, a large area will collapse. What do you think will happen to the Ming army on the wall?" Dorgon looked at Galdan.

"I will go to Alabutan to ask for a fight!" Galdan did not hesitate for half a second, mounted his horse and galloped towards Alabutan's camp.

Galdan's guards hurriedly followed. Galdan and Alabutan had already had a huge quarrel last time. They did not dare to let Galdan go to see Arabtan alone. Promotion and wealth depended on Galdan, so they did not dare.

Let something happen to this young man.

"You want to ask for a fight?" Arabtan looked at Galdan like a monster. He didn't understand why Galdan suddenly became brave after not taking action for so many days.

"Didn't you see? The soldiers of the Ming Dynasty were burning the corpses of the Mongolians. Changshengtian will not tolerate this crime. I am going to punish them and seek justice for the dead Mongolians." Galdan said with indignation, and Wen Chunlian

Don't believe a word of it.

The selfish Gerdan can be brave, and the gelding can also make a young donkey.
To be continued...