Chapter 967: The Beacon

Lu Changhai saw that the Tartars army did not carry heavy equipment, so he breathed a sigh of relief. It should be that the transportation in the yellow sand is inconvenient, and large siege equipment cannot be transported. He only saw some light stairs, with the stairs and hook claws, in the Great Wall.

The front line is much more practical than the bulky large rushing car. These lightweight flight ladders can be steadily carried by a few people. The edge walls of the Great Wall are generally very short, so it is really difficult to prevent.

The Tatar cavalry came prepared for the knocking gate, and the front line of defense, which is 150 miles long, is inevitably broken through.

Lu Changhai was sweating in his palm, and he saw the wolf smoke rising from afar. The enemy in front of him was close to a distance that could be recognized by the naked eye. The overwhelming Mongolian army slowed down its horse speed, but did not stop.

, instead organize the attack force. The front row slows down and waits for the rear row, and the rear row catches up, making the horizontal line very dense and forming a thick battle formation.

When Lu Changhai looked at this posture, he immediately knew that the Mongolians were about to rush up and shoot arrows.

"Shoot the arrow!"

With a roar, the Qingjian children who were lying on the trunk to watch the fun ran into the earth-made watchtower. The watchtower suddenly became crowded, but the air was not dirty, but the wind was blowing by. In order to prevent fire attacks, these three-story watchtowers

There are holes on the top and walls, which can be used as shooting holes and ventilation. This is the experience summarized by the Celestial Empire for thousands of years in the battle with the Tartars.

Outside, only dozens of thick and tall men were left with shields, all of which were covered with heavy armor, forming an airtight shield array with fine iron shields. The noisy sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, and the horses in the watchtower were

The scholar still shook his head and hummed a loyal story. His hoarse and dry tone was very unpleasant, or even a little harsh, but it made Lu Changhai feel at ease.

When people are afraid, they need some sounds to distract their energy. This scholar is a bit quick-witted.

Or maybe he was afraid and singing operas would make him calmer, who knows?

"I served as a student, Zhang Xun and Xu Yuan, who did not know that Zhang Xu was from the Tang Dynasty. He led an isolated army to guard a county in Suiyang, and spoke there for thousands of historical books and became famous!"

In a hoarse and unpleasant tone, a thunderclap sounded outside on a sunny day.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

The deafening howling outside made Ma Xiucai tremble. He could no longer sing the loyalty memory. The Mongolian army advanced to Huaiyuandun and shouted in unison, striking while yelling, hitting the shield with a knife, making noise.

The huge sound made my heart tremble.

"Ah!"

The barbarian roar was astonishing as the sound of the sky, and Lu Changhai said angrily: "Sing!"

Ma Xiucai was so scared that he was shocked again, and he mustered up the courage to waste his life for half his life, and howled at the top of his throat: "The father and son, stand on the battlefield, and try to pacify Jin Jing and sweep the border!"

"Great tone!"

Lu Changhai also roared at the top of his throat. In the dark watchtower, the children of Qingjian shouted one after another, trying to cover the murderous roar of the barbarians.

Boom, boom!

Two loud noises, the watchtower seemed to shake gently twice, and the dust on the beams fell down. The Qingjian children cheered and rushed to squeeze to the shooting hole to look out, one left and one right, two doors and five

The hundred-jin Franchise machine shook violently, and the flames blasted out of the muzzle. The howling of the Mongolian soldiers under the city stopped abruptly, and the screams erupted. The dense horizontal lineup was blown over by the fired cannons.

"Ha ha!"

Lu Changhai laughed a long time and felt at ease. Seeing the formation was scary, it turned out to be a mob, most of whom were reckless men who had never been on the battle formation, rushing up to get shot. When he felt like he was moved, the Mongol elite soldiers were also Yue.

The less you fight, the ten years ago, the Mongolian soldiers would not be so stupid, riding horses, queuing up, and shouting horns to die. But he didn't know that this was exactly the 300th anniversary of the Mongolians.

The previous tactics were not as powerful as the cannons of the Supreme Kingdom of the Celestial Kingdom at that time.

"Start the cannon, fire the cannon!"

The Fran machine cannon is not far away. The shoddy 500-pound Fran machine in the Ming army could not even hit solid bullets, and could only break up the pieces. However, it has its only advantage. It is a rear-mounted rapid-fire cannon with a high rate of fire.

Quickly, load the seven sub-guns in advance, and plug them into the mother's gun during wartime and fire them smoothly.

Boom, boom!

Two 500-pound Franchise machines sprayed out flames again, and the dense cannons were rammed out. The Mongolian light cavalry lined up in a row was overturned by the bombardment. The majestic horizontal line was immediately disbanded and was hit by the cannon.

On the spot, those who survived by chance all fled. The gunners on the side wall just changed the guns and fired the guns, and finished the seven guns of each gun. The seven or eight gunners actually wanted to load them on the spot and have a few more guns.

Lu Changhai was anxious and shouted from the shooting hole: "Run, run!"

A young man was cleaning up his gun and loading gunpowder. He heard the movements and said indignantly: "Uncle Changhai, this cannon can still be fired!"

Lu Changhai was in a state of fire and howled, "Damn it, run away!"

"The arrow is coming!"

A heart-wrenching roar sounded outside. In the blink of an eye, the square Huaiyuandun was shrouded by the rain of arrows falling from the sky. Lu Changhai watched the young man fall in the dense rain of arrows, howling and falling down. He couldn't bear to be able to bear to be

Look, closed your eyes.

Puff puff puff!

The rain of arrows falling from the sky fell on the earth wall, stirring up dust and smoke everywhere.

Ding Dangdang, the armored soldiers who were standing outside curled up desperately, holding up the large iron shield to protect their bodies. The arrows fell on the iron shield, making a crisp sound, and more and more arrows fell.

Ma Xiucai couldn't help but grab a ventilation shooting hole next to it. He wanted to see what happened, but was pulled back by Lu Changhai.

Whoosh!

A cold arrow flew in through the narrow shooting hole and swept over Ma Xiucai's scalp, scaring a poor and old scholar to sit on the ground.

"Back back!"

Lu Changhai dragged him away. In the watchtower, the children of Qingjian were away from the shooting holes. Cold arrows flew in from time to time, which was shocking. I don’t know how long it lasted. Although he was in the safe watchtower, the arrow was like

The horror of the rain still made Lu Changhai sweat in his palms.

It was unknown how long it took, but the roar of armored soldiers sounded outside: "The Tartars are here!"

clang!

After the sword was unsheathed, Lu Changhai used all his life's strength and howled: "Out!"

Hula, Qingjian Tuanlian, who was huddling in the watchtower, rushed out, and was startled as soon as he rushed out of the watchtower. Arrows were covered with dense walls, and there was no place to settle down. Lu Changhai cursed,

He kicked a stunned young man over, and the young man came to his senses, rushed to the side of the cliff with his fellow villagers and raised a musket.

"Turn your head, your waist!"

Lu Changhai ran around the wall with a knife in his arms, as if he had returned to the past. When Yang Gong Zhenwei, who was loyal to the country, also scolded him like this. With the roar, sporadic arrows flew obliquely.

Come up, Ding, a Qingjiantuan was shot in his forehead and sat down on the ground in a frightened manner. Fortunately, the arrow shot on his helmet, but he just grinned in pain.

Lu Changhai lifted the young man up, pushed him to the mercedes, and stepped on the arrow shaft with one foot.
Chapter completed!