Ye Kai's arrival cheered everyone up, but there was no time to exchange greetings, because the Turks' attack began again. After a brief bombardment, a tide of troops came up, and hand-to-hand combat began again.
The west gate of Liangzhou has become a huge ruin and a huge cemetery. The fragments of the collapsed city wall and the stone bullets thrown by the return artillery are piled together, mixed with countless corpses, forming two peaks. Hand-to-hand fighting between the two sides
It is carried out on the mountain peak, and there are messy rocks under the feet. If you are not careful, you will slip and form a small landslide.
The soldiers on both sides launched a desperate battle. All the three thousand spearmen who followed Yuan Feng in the battle yesterday had been sacrificed. Now the main force in the battle was the soldiers guarding the pro-army. The Roman battalion was on standby in the rear as a reserve team and fire brigade.
The battle has been disrupted. There is no order at all. It is just a fight to the death. A group of people huddle together and attack each other with swords, axes, sticks, spears, fists and teeth until the other party is dead. The Turks fight in units of a thousand men.
, after one group of people died, the next group of thousands of people followed. Looking in the distance, a dark and neat group was lined up, all of which were Turkic reserve groups.
This gap is either too big or too small. It would be inconvenient to form a formation if you rush forward all at once. It would be better to just add fuel to the fire, and this kind of fighting method will cause strong psychological pressure on the opponent.
There are few soldiers in Liangzhou. It is all due to the enthusiasm and sacrifice spirit of the soldiers. Many soldiers are wearing thunderbolts and rolling them into the enemy.
Hold on, even if you are blown to pieces, you still have to protect Pao Ze.
This time Yuan Feng did not go into battle to kill the enemy in person, but sat in command. Seeing that Zhao Ding'an was leading the soldiers to kill, Ye Kai also drew his sword and joined the battle group. The disciples who had been trained by the great swordsman were different, killing people was like dancing.
, the swords sealed their throats, and wherever they went, the Turkic soldiers suffered heavy casualties. The Liangzhou army was inspired and wiped out all the enemies in one go. Before they had time to rest, the next wave of enemies rushed up again, and the cycle continued like this until the sky darkened.
It was dark, and the Turks could not bear to fight at night, so they slowly retreated.
Although the infantry retreated, the Huihui artillery resumed the bombardment. Countless pine torches were lit around those giant Huihui cannons, and it was bright. Looking from the Liangzhou city wall, you can clearly see the two giant wooden wheels in front of the Huihui artillery.
Turning, the soldiers stepped inside, lifted the weight on the front of the gun body, suddenly lowered it, and used the power of the lever to throw the boulder out to achieve the effect of killing the opponent.
Huihui artillery was the most troublesome thing for Yuan Feng, and it was also the weapon that Timur was most proud of. The Turkic artillery positions were surrounded by heavy soldiers and fences to prevent the people in the city from taking risks and launching cavalry raids. In fact, Timur overestimated Liangzhou.
At this time, there were not many horses in the city, and most of the war horses had been turned into military rations.
The boulders roared in, and the Liangzhou army retreated one after another. Under such an attack, they could not repair the city wall at all. They could only leave a few observation posts in front to observe the enemy's situation. Boulders fell on the ruins, smashing the bodies of those who had just died in the battle to pieces.
It was raining, and the dry and cold air was filled with the smell of blood.
"Jiulang, this is not the way to go. I will take some people to bring the Turks back to the artillery point!" Zhao Ding'an said bitterly, staring at the bright spot in the distance.
Yuan Feng was silent for a moment and said: "Okay! Bring more thunder."
"Okay, Jiulang, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back this time. Help me take good care of my father. If you can survive, help me add a handful of soil to Xiaodong's grave every year." Zhao Ding'an wiped the long knife and said calmly.
Said, it didn't seem like a farewell message, but a normal routine.
The soldiers in Liangzhou also hated returning artillery, so when Zhao Ding'an formed a death squad, they all participated enthusiastically. In a short time, a death squad of 800 people was organized. Each of them found the weapons they had, and used 300 weapons from the arsenal.
After a thunderstorm, Zhou Ze'an prepared a meal of hot horse meat and strong wine. At midnight, after the soldiers had a feast of war food, they walked down to Liangzhou City in the cold wind and quietly walked back to the artillery position.
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This was a battle like a moth flying into a flame. The Turks had long expected that the Liangzhou Army would come up with such a move. As soon as they were in trouble, thousands of troops were killed in all directions. This is the home ground of the Turks. ***
Tong Ming did not need to worry about night blindness. The eight hundred death squads moved forward desperately, but could not move forward. Seeing that the mission of destroying the returning artillery was hopeless, the warriors resolutely detonated the thunder and died together with the enemy.
At the top of the city, Yuan Feng burst into tears. The death squads had been destroyed, and his brother Zhao Ding'an was among them. How much he wanted to rescue his brother, but he couldn't. Every soldier is precious and cannot be sacrificed just to save one person.
At the risk of more people's lives, the only thing he can do is to witness the sacrifice of these warriors with his own eyes.
Explosions came one after another. Although the 800 Death Squadrons did not complete their mission, they also caused a certain amount of psychological pressure on the enemy. The Liangzhou Army still had the strength to counterattack.
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The sound of explosions became less and less frequent, and all eight hundred warriors had died for their country. Yuan Feng silently clasped his fists and saluted in the direction of the battlefield, thinking silently in his heart: "Brother Ding'an, let's be brothers again in the next life."
Yuan Feng did not shed tears. Death seemed more like a relief to the people of Liangzhou. They no longer had to hear the roar of return artillery day and night, no longer had to endure hunger, and no longer had to worry. In fact, Yuan Feng knew that since
After Meng Xiaodong died, Zhao Ding'an wanted to die. If it weren't for his relatives and brothers, he would have found a way to kill himself. Now dying on the battlefield is the best destination for him. Brother Ding'an must have been there at this time.
I'm on my way to reunite with Sister Xiaodong.
As if in retaliation for the Liangzhou Army's sneak attack, the Huihui artillery accelerated the frequency of bombardment, and used lighter stone bullets. The impact point was pushed forward a certain distance. This is a harassment tactic that the Turks are good at. This move has been used since the beginning of the war.
The soldiers and civilians in Liangzhou were so disturbed that they were afraid that a big stone would suddenly fall on their heads.
I'm afraid there won't be any big action tonight, so Yuan Feng ordered each battalion to go into the Tibetan Soldier Cave to rest, and asked the Roman Battalion to work the night shift. He was thinking about how to explain Ding'an's sacrifice to Blacksmith Zhao, when suddenly someone in the distance shouted: "Come here, man.
Help." Looking up, he saw Ye Kai crawling over with a man covered in blood on his back.
Yuan Feng quickly led people to rush forward and picked up the bloody man. He turned out to be Zhao Ding'an. He was unconscious but still had a trace of breath. He didn't know how many injuries he had sustained. Ye Kai is also following this example.
Just like his father, he was elusive and disappeared without saying a word. It turned out that he was going to save someone.
Zhao Ding'an was carried down. Without Yuan Feng's explanation, the doctors would try their best to save the general. Yuan Feng patted Ye Kai on the shoulder and said only three words: "Thank you for your hard work."
It was late at night and there was no fighting. Yuan Feng and Ye Kai held shields on their heads and were always on guard against stones falling from the sky. They returned to the government office all the way. The servants told them that Ye Tianxing had not come out of Master Cao's room, and there was no movement in the room.
nothing.
Yuan Fengqi said: "Is Uncle Ye asleep? How about we go in and take a look."
Ye Kaidao said: "No, he will come out naturally after he has treated Mr. Cao. There are many taboos for people practicing martial arts, so we'd better not go in."
Yuan Feng said: "Uncle Ye is not only good at martial arts, but also good at medicine. You should learn more."
Ye Kai rolled his eyes: "He doesn't have any medical skills."
Yuan Feng: "..."
Just as he was talking, the door of the dormitory was pushed open from the inside, and Ye Tianxing walked out with a tired look on his face. When he saw the two people standing at the door waiting, he said: "Okay, the old fox can talk now."
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure jumped out from the dark corner. It was Cao Xiu who had been waiting for a long time. The little guy just put on a fur coat and squatted outside for such a long time without fear of freezing to death!
Everyone swarmed in and came to Cao Yanhui's window. They saw that the old man's face had become much rosier, and he was half lying on the bed with a very peaceful expression. There was a pool of black blood in the copper basin on the table beside him. He didn't know what it was.
"I used my internal strength to force out the accumulated blood in his head, and helped him open up all the meridians. This took at least ten years of internal strength. Lao Cao, you have to compensate me well. If nothing else,
I have to drink enough of the cellar full of wine you have collected." Ye Tianxing said.
"It's up to you." Cao Yanhui said with a smile.
Seeing that her father could finally speak, Cao Xiu rushed forward excitedly and cried loudly: "Dad!" Cao Yanhui lovingly stroked his son's head and said slowly: "Don't cry, kid. Dad understands in his heart that during this time
You've suffered." He looked up at Yuan Feng, waved his right hand that he couldn't move before and said, "Come here."
Yuan Feng stepped forward, bowed and clasped his fists: "I've met Mr. Cao."
Cao Yanhui said: "Tell me the situation outside, the more detailed the better."
Yuan Feng truthfully told Cao Yanhui the current crisis Liangzhou was facing. A million-strong Turkic army had already arrived at the city, and was led by Emperor Timur himself. They were attacking day and night. However, the food in the city had been exhausted, and now there were even rat holes.
The sparrows' nests were all emptied. Even if Zhou Ze'an managed it well, thousands of people would starve to death, and nearly 10,000 people would be homeless and freeze to death. As for the number of people who died in the battle, there would be even more people. Cao Yanhui's family background
After several internal strife and foreign wars, the number has dropped sharply to just over 20,000.
After listening to Yuan Feng's narration, Cao Yanhui sighed and said: "It seems that that person was right. Liangzhou's biggest enemy is Timur. Fortunately, I believed him and made preparations early. Now we start to defeat Timur."
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