Chapter five hundred and seventy fourth blood pool
(Seeking collection)
Chapter 574
When they were still two hundred steps away, the Han army's artillery and ballistae began to exert their power at the same time, concentrating their firepower on the Khitan siege tower. As for the siege ram hung with a thousand kilograms of giant wood, there was no need to pay attention to it. Let it go
Even if it hits it, it can't open the city gate with the iron gate. But the siege tower is different. Once it gets close, the Khitan archers on it will cause great damage to the Han army on the wall.
When it comes to archery, Han soldiers have no advantages at all.
As time went by, most of the siege towers were destroyed by the Han army, but one still slowly approached the city wall. The Khitans, who had held back their energy, began to launch a counterattack against the Han army on the wall, but sixty or seventy
The archer's strike was neither sharp nor enough to change the situation.
Under the command of the general, the Han army archers poured dense rain of arrows over them. The Khitan archers on the tower instantly turned into hedgehogs. But the main function of the siege tower was still there. Along the slope behind,
The Khitan warriors began to rush towards the city wall. They swung their scimitars like windmills, as if this would give them more courage and frighten those damn Han people.
Death or not, curses are worse than farts on the battlefield. If you time it just right, a fart may kill a seriously injured person. But even if you curse the enemy ten thousand times in your heart, the enemy will not be cursed to death.
The Khitan warriors who climbed up the ramp were mercilessly shot to death by Han archers one by one. Because the ramp was too narrow and could only pass one soldier at a time, it was not difficult for the Han army to defend it.
The siege towers and siege rams were useless, and the Khitans could only pin their hopes on the ladders.
Two hundred steps away, the Han archers on the city wall can effectively kill the Khitan people. The Khitan warriors don't like to use shields, but at this time they have to cover their heads with everything they can lift. They are not infantry and have no equipment.
The infantry shields were as tall as the infantrymen. The cavalry shields were too small and could not block the baptism of arrows. Two hundred steps away became a line of death, and the Khitan warriors who rushed up were hit by arrows layer by layer on this line.
Tear it off.
Like wheat being cut by a sickle, rows of Khitan warriors were shot and killed by arrows. Whether they were injured or dead, those who fell to the ground were quickly trampled under the feet of the robes who came up from behind.
A small number of heavily armored soldiers rushed to the front carrying ladders, and the sound of the arrows hitting them was not pleasant at all. It was a sound that was infinitely close to death, and it was not melodious at all.
A man in heavy armor stumbled over the corpse under his feet and fell to the ground. He struggled to stand up, but the more than thirty kilograms of armor on his body made his movements clumsy and slow. Only then did he lift up one leg and put his back
He was hit and fell down again. He cursed loudly, but soon the voice became fainter. The Khitan soldiers behind rushed forward, and the chest of the heavy armored soldier lying on the ground collapsed, and he followed the
Blood came out one after another from the gaps in the armor.
Hundreds of heavily armored soldiers carried several ladders and finally succeeded in setting them up on the city wall. The Khitan warriors who followed behind held their scimitars in their mouths and climbed up with all their strength. The shield-bearers who pushed up were shielding them.
The Khitan archers finally entered the shooting range. They hid behind their shields and began to fight back, sharing the pressure on the attacking Pao Ze. The arrows were so dense that they kept colliding with each other in mid-air, and then two arrows fell from mid-air together.
The Khitan people's archery skills are first-rate. Although more than half of the archers are recruits, the archery skills they have practiced since childhood are not much worse than those of the veterans. What they lack is just the experience and courage to kill. There are always archers on both sides.
After being shot to death, the Han soldiers on the city wall fell down and fell to the ground. The soldiers who had not yet expired were surrounded by the Khitan people like wolves and chopped into pieces with knives. After one of the Khitan archers fell, the people behind
Then add it.
"The ballista! Aim at the Khitan shield formation and tear apart those things that are blocking the archers!"
Ying Yanglang general Xu Xuan shouted loudly.
The two crossbow carts near him immediately slowly turned around and aimed at the rows of shields. Four or five soldiers worked hard to stir the turntable, and then two people carried a heavy crossbow and loaded it in. Following Shi Chang's order
After pulling down the rope, the giant crossbow slammed into the Khitan people's shield array like an angry dragon swooping down from the clouds. The powerful heavy crossbow directly tore a hole in the shield array, and the wood
The shield, which was made and covered with a thin layer of iron sheet, could not stop the impact of the heavy crossbow at all. Behind the shield, which instantly shattered, the soldier holding the shield was directly pierced through the chest by the heavy crossbow!
The crossbow arrows, which were more than ten feet long, took the corpses hanging on them and knocked open the second row of shields, and then cut off the thigh of the Khitan shield-bearer. The third batch of shield-bearers were frightened.
He shouted, but before the shouting could stop, the crossbow arrow hit the ground and turned over, and the thick arrow shaft hit his forehead hard. The leather helmet was flattened by the hit, and it collapsed at the same time.
And his skull.
In an instant, the second crossbow arrow roared over again.
The neat shield formation was once again torn open with a bleeding gap, like an iron plow plowing a red ravine among the Khitan crowd.
"Come again! It's not enough!"
Xu Xuan shouted loudly and ordered the other two ballistas not far away to turn and bombard the Khitan shield formation. Xu Xuan was the younger brother of Xu Sheng, the military governor of Hangzhou, but he was in the position of General Ying Yanglang.
It wasn't because of his brother's care. Both brothers had bloodthirsty wildness in their hearts. During the conquest of the Southern Tang Dynasty, Xu Xuan was the first to rush to the city wall in the battle of conquering Nanchang. Under the influence of dozens of Southern Tang soldiers,
Under siege, the ruthless man who fought his way out with a horizontal sword cut off the head of the Southern Tang guard with a single blow, and then raised his head to the sky, frightening the other Tang soldiers so much that they did not dare to step forward!
"Li Lian! What the hell are you going to do again! Let your people shoot down those archers for me! My archers suffered too many casualties, so you just fucking watched!"
Xu Xuan shouted loudly to Li Lian, the general commanding the gunpowder catapult in the distance.
"Fuck you! The distance is too close, you can't hit me at all!"
Li Lian wiped his sweat and argued loudly.
Indeed, when the gunpowder trebuchet is placed on the city wall, the base point is too high. The Khitan archers a hundred steps away are in the blind spot of the trebuchet. The gunpowder package will land far away when thrown, and cannot hurt those Khitan bows and arrows.
hand.
"Damn it! If I had known better, I'd have more pony faces!"
Xu Xuan cursed loudly: "Ballista, keep on blasting!"
After the war went on for an hour, the Khitan people paid an extremely heavy price, but still no one climbed up the city wall. The ladder that the heavily armored soldiers finally erected was pushed down by the Han army on the wall with a hook, and the Khitan warrior hanging on the ladder
He screamed and fell down, and was directly smashed into a pulp by the heavy ladder. Many soldiers rushed to the bottom of the city wall, but could not find a way to get up to the city. They crowded under the city wall and became the target of the Han army. Wolf Fang
Every time the swatter was put down, four or five Khitan warriors would be killed. When the Han army pulled up the wolf-tooth swatter, the bloody corpses of Khitan warriors were often still hanging on it.
"Throw oil! Throw oil!"
Li Lian ordered the catapults to continue attacking the Khitan people in the distance. He ran over and loudly ordered the soldiers to pour the boiling vegetable oil down the city wall. The hot vegetable oil was poured down pot after pot, pouring on the bodies of the Khitan people.
There was a hissing sound. Someone was splashed on the head with hot vegetable oil. He rolled and covered his face, wailing. A soldier went to rescue him and tried to pull him up, but when he reached out and pulled, it was torn off the injured soldier's arm.
A layer of meat slices.
There was a cry under the city wall. The soldiers who were burned to death were lucky. The soldiers who were burned were rolling on the ground trying to relieve the pain. Some people covered their faces and ran back. When they let go of their hands, they found that their eyelids were stuck to their hands and were taken down.
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Finally, the Khitan shield formation gradually collapsed after being hit one after another by crossbow vehicles. The Khitan archers who lost their cover became the main targets of the Han army. Heavy crossbows and feather arrows were thrown out as if they were free. The Khitan archers simply couldn't bear it.
He resisted the pressure and started to retreat, but was blocked by the people behind him and couldn't retreat at all.
The corpses of Han soldiers fell down from the city wall and fell together with the corpses of Khitan people. The blood gradually merged, making no distinction between friend and foe.
The last siege tower let out a painful groan after being hit by two artillery pieces at the same time and then staggered and fell down. The Khitan soldiers on the siege tower screamed in fear and hugged the wood tightly but could not change.
The ending of being smashed to death. The giant collapsed and killed all the Khitan soldiers around him. Some people fell from a high altitude and their backs were hit hard on half of the wood. The huge impact caused a 20-centimeter-thick piece of wood to fall from their chests.
Passing right through, the heart, lungs, stomach and bloody intestines were knocked out.
Yelu Deguang watched with red eyes as his soldiers died one after another under the city wall. He clenched his hands tightly, and the blood vessels on the back of his hands were clearly visible due to the force.
It has been more than two hours since the siege began, and at least 6,000 people have died.
All long-range weapons and siege towers were destroyed by the Han army, and any further attack would only cost more lives. When going south, he still remembered what he said loudly to the soldiers while standing on the commander's platform,
The magnificent words that boosted the morale of those young soldiers also moved him and made his own blood boil.
"Warriors blessed by the Wolf God! Use your scimitars to kill every disobedient enemy. You are the invincible Liao wolf riders! When your horses step on the land of Han, every
The Han people will tremble under your horses' hooves and donate their gold, silver, grain, and women! What you gain will belong to you, I promise! You don't have to hand over anything you capture! Go ahead.
, let those weak two-legged sheep have a taste of the scimitar and let them know what a warrior is!"
"When you return in triumph, you will not only bring home countless treasures and slaves, but you will also bring prosperity to the Central Plains for Daliao! Each of your names will become the pride of Daliao!"
"Let the Han people tremble!"
"Shiver like a sheep!"
These words kept swirling in Yelu Deguang's mind, each sentence piercing his nerves like nails.
"Ming Jin! Let the soldiers withdraw!"
Yelu Deguang gritted his teeth and ordered, his face sinking like water.
He raised his head and looked at the city that was splashed with a layer of blood. He seemed to see the raised chins of the Han people, the contemptuous eyes and the ridicule on the corners of their mouths. He seemed to see the fiery red battle flag.
Flying proudly. The flag fluttered in the wind, and the flying flag horn seemed to slap Yelu Deguang on the face, making a snapping sound. (To be continued)
