A scream came from the mouth of a Wei soldier and resounded throughout the city.
I saw his forearm hanging at a strange angle, shaking as his body shivered in severe pain.
He was unlucky, and the bones in his forearm were broken by flying gravel.
But he's also lucky.
Because there was a corpse of Pao Ze at his feet. The nose and mouth could not be distinguished from the whole face. Only a fist-sized stone could be seen deeply embedded in it. The exposed sharp edges were slowly dripping with dirty blood and yellow liquid.
Unidentified liquid.
Therefore, no one cares about or pities him.
On the contrary, he also received several envious looks.
Because he could immediately go down to the top of the city to recuperate peacefully. He only paid the price of one arm and avoided the hard fight and uncertain fate that followed.
If the city is defended, the rewards after the war and the pension when you retire from injury will not be reduced by a penny.
And if the city is captured, the Han army will not embarrass a disabled person, and will not bear endless hard labor even if he is a prisoner.
So, why not be satisfied!
"The ghost is howling so much!"
His commander came over and kicked him bitterly, scolding him, "Go down and find a military doctor to treat your wounds. Don't get in the way here!"
The wailing soldier choked.
He doesn't regret anything about himself.
Because he also knew that if he continued to mourn on top of the city, he might be beheaded by the supervising team who heard the news for shaking the morale of the army. He gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, and protected his shaking broken arm with one hand.
He turned around and went down. But before he took two steps, the long voice came again, pointing to the long-lost body on the ground and saying, "Wait a minute, give me your hand, and drag him down together."
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Situations like this are not uncommon on city walls.
But Guo Huai, who stood under the banner of the Wei army, still pursed his lips tightly and did not order the thunderbolt chariots to throw stones and the crossbows to shoot.
At this time, the Han army's chariots, ladders and other objects advanced within a stone's throw outside the city wall.
What arrived faster was the well towering like a cloud, higher than the city wall.
Jinglan is said to have evolved from "Linchong" in the Western Zhou Dynasty. The first record of its appearance on the battlefield was the Battle of Zhou Fachong. It is a rectangular frame built of wood, covered with cowhide on the outside and wooden boards on the inside.
It can carry crossbowmen and is used to suppress the defenders above the city.
The effect is similar to Strongbow's projectile.
However, due to the relationship between shooting from a high position, both the lethality and suppression effect are doubled.
However, there are advantages and disadvantages. The slow movement and huge scale make it easy to be destroyed in battle.
Guo Huai is now waiting for the opportunity to destroy Jinglan.
Closer, thirty steps forward...
The first twenty steps........
Ten steps......
With his eyes like a falcon, he was silently calculating the distance between the well and the city wall.
He turned a blind eye to the crossbowmen above the well, who were already firing arrows at their best; he turned a blind eye to the soldiers on the top of the city who were killed and wounded by missed arrows, and their mournful wails continued unabated.
"Anointing oil, cast!"
Suddenly, he shouted loudly.
"Anoint! Throw!"
"Anoint! Throw!"
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The order will be centered on Dahu,
The words continued to rise and fall in the mouths of the messengers in various areas, spreading to both sides, and caused countless ointment jars to fly out from the top of the city.
The accuracy is a bit off.
Almost half of it hit the ground, but the quantity more than made up for it!
The dozen or so wells where the Han army approached half an arrow from the city wall were, without exception, poured with grease from broken wine jars.
"Walk!"
"Walk!"
The uncles of every well were shouting orders when the jars of grease flew towards them.
Let the crossbowmen hold the long log behind the well and slide down.
Yes, the wells of the Han army were a little different from other wells. There were four or five more long logs behind them. It looked like there were a few more featherless tails, which was quite funny.
Naturally, Han army craftsmen would not do useless work.
For example, when the grease stuck to the well railing, thirty-four out of ten of the soldiers on top had already slid down the long log. When many rockets flew from the top of the city and ignited the well railing, sixty-seven out of ten soldiers were safe.
Out of danger.
But no matter how hard you try, you can't avoid casualties.
The grease, which burns easily when exposed to fire, quickly spreads the fire, turning the entire well into a huge torch, like a bonfire raised by a nomadic tribe during sacrifice.
The Han troops who had no time to slide down would not be able to escape even on the high tower.
Some were directly burned to death, some were roasted to death or suffocated by the smoke, and some jumped to death and were maimed. It was extremely miserable.
When the smell of burnt meat filled the entire battlefield, the Wei army on top of the city burst into cheers.
But Guo Huai closed his eyes slightly, his eyes full of regret.
According to common sense, once the well is ignited, all the bowmen and soldiers on the tower will die. But he wasted countless fats this time, but what he got in return was less than half of the casualties.
It’s even more impossible to take away Qi!
Nothing made the Han army frightened, so they stopped attacking for the time being.
"Let's use crossbows and thunder chariots to defeat Shujinglan."
When he looked through the billowing smoke and saw the Han soldiers still pushing the ladder with high morale, and the siege engines rushing towards them; he saw more than ten wells approaching slowly from further away, and he put away his worries.
Sorry, I ordered again.
The Han army will not let Jinglan get too close anymore.
Not wanting to be sniped down by the Han army's archers and soldiers and suppress the defense of the city, he had no choice but to destroy it with crossbows and thunderbolt chariots. He also wanted to save the burning ladders to prevent the Han army from attacking the city.
But this approach is not without its drawbacks.
For example, it would expose the location where he placed his crossbows and thunderbolt chariots, and then the Han army would use catapults to concentrate their fire and destroy them.
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When the crossbows on the top of the city began to show off their power, the thunderbolt chariots behind the city wall began to throw stones as big as millstones. Dozens of trebuchets in the Han army's formation all adjusted their directions in unison amid the sound of neat chants.
Counterattack with stones polished into oval shapes.
Moreover, the Han army had too many catapults!
Some of the boulders thrown from hundreds of steps away hit hard objects and fell apart directly. Countless gravels swirled and splashed around, making any armor useless; some did not break, but rolled forward according to inertia.
, if it hits a soldier, blood will spurt out; if it hits an instrument, it will be destroyed.
However, Guo Huai thinks everything is fine.
After all, the Wei army has a high and thick city wall to rely on.
When the crossbows and thunderbolt carts were successively smashed, there was no trace of Jinglan in his sight.
Moreover, the Han army's catapults finally stopped.
Gein and the other siege engines had already pushed to the city gate and began to hit the city gate; the cloud ladder had also reached the foot of the city wall, and was extending its huge cloud wings with sharp barbed hooks to hang on the city wall.
The ant attack on the city is about to begin. If we continue to throw stones, we may accidentally injure our own soldiers.
But as expected, the first wave of offensives approaching the city wall was destined to be ineffective.
