Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 636 Should You Be Happy?
"What the hell! These martial arts masters are all Xiaoqiang, so they won't die if they burn like this?"

Gritting his back molars hard, Yuan Hai cursed out such a sentence in his mouth.

Just a few seconds ago, he poured a large spoonful of Rexiang, which weighed seven or eight catties, towards the one with a pair of green eyes, who should have been showered by an expert from the Western Regions.

Even if that person's lightness kung fu is very good, but in a hurry, there is no way to get rid of all this spoonful.

The left half of the face, together with the large piece of skin on the left that flowed in along the collar, and the exposed wrist and palm, were immediately hit.

By the way, there was another master with a beard in the position below him.

And some Han soldiers who used their hands, feet and body to hold down the ladder so that they would not be pushed down by the defenders on the city wall and the ladder with wooden forks.

After being recruited, there was a scream in his mouth immediately.

One of the specific differences is that the green-eyed master of the Western Regions suffered more gold juice, was more severely burned, and screamed louder.

But Yuan Hai, a rookie, was speechless.

Those Han soldiers who were holding down and supporting the ladder, only suffered a little gold juice on their bodies, and the overall burn area was actually not that big, and they rolled all over the ground in pain.

I can no longer take care of such a thing as holding down the ladder.

The master from the Western Regions, whose body was burned on a large area, fell to the ground while screaming; but after landing, he just rolled and stood up from the ground again.

Even the left face with the yellow and white thing hanging on it was severely burned in a very short period of time, not to mention, it seemed that after the left eye was tightly closed, the injury was also extremely serious.

This guy still looked at him with his only remaining right eye, with a distorted half expression.

His eyes were filled with the madness of wanting to bite him to death and revenge.

What's worse, even if another master with a beard was poured down half a catty of golden juice down his neck and it was scalding, he just fell to the ground screaming in pain.

But in the next second, he threw the long knife in his hand towards Yuan Hai, who had some heads protruding from the wall, and threw it directly.

If it weren't for the eagerness, a huge force hit the back of his neck.

That is to say, the wild ghost grabbed his collar and pulled it back with quick eyesight and quick hands; the opponent threw it with all his strength in a hurry, and the powerful and heavy knife could definitely hit his face.

Even with the protection of the visor, it probably wouldn't save his life.

Then, the wild ghost took Yuan Hai's original position again, and swiped out the steel mace in his hand again, knocking down the scimitar master who was about to rush up again.

As for the other Song soldiers and civilian husbands nearby, they were also under pressure.

Either they were pouring gold juice, or they smashed wood and rolling stones down the city wall. Anyway, they really didn't have time to support the wild ghosts for a while.

And Yuan Hai, who was pulled by the wild ghost and sat down on the ground, had great anger on his face.

Because this game migrant worker never felt that death was so close to him in his life; first there was great panic in his heart, and then it turned into great anger.

Just at such a moment, the wild ghost roared out:
"Yuanhai, why are you sitting on the ground with your buttocks, can you just sit on your own to death? If you don't die, hurry up and help. I can't stand alone for a long time."

Under such a sentence, after Yuan Hai stood up suddenly, he was ready to take another spoonful of golden juice with the wooden spoon.

It was only at a certain point that he realized that the big spoon had been accidentally broken when he fell down just now.

Now there is only a piece of wooden pole, which he holds in his hand.

The fear and anger in his heart, and the constant urging supported by the wild ghost, finally made Yuan Hai ruthless.

He didn't need a spoon at all, "呵啦~" tore the skirt under the two pieces of armor at once, and after holding one piece in one hand, he touched the ear of the edge of the pot with both hands.

He planned to pick up the whole pot of golden juice and pour it on the guy under the city wall.

The cauldron, together with Rexiang in it, weighed about forty to fifty catties.

Such a weight can be regarded as Duan Hai who has been training and practicing for half a year, but he can lift it with ease.

But in a hurry, both hands touched the edge of the pot, even though it was separated by a layer of cloth, when a hot feeling was transmitted to his palms.

Yuan Hai instinctively wanted to let go.

But the viciousness erupting in his heart made him successfully suppress such a physical instinct; he gritted his teeth and endured the sharp pain, and quickly rushed towards the wall with a pot of golden juice in his hand.

At this moment, he finally couldn't feel the golden juice in the pot, the stench that went straight to the sky.

Because his hands were almost scalded, and under the shocking pain, the shouts in his mouth were distorted: "Wave, wave open, fast wave open~"

Fortunately, the wild ghost still understood from the distorted voice that it meant to get out of the way quickly, and stepped back three or four steps to the left urgently.

As soon as the wild ghost's body got out of the way, Yuan Hai, who was carrying the golden juice, rushed towards him.

Facing the three Mongolian masters below, they leaped up after taking advantage of the ladder; among them, the fastest bearded master was able to climb into the city wall with only three or four meters away.

Yuan Hai didn't have time to turn over the cauldron and make a dumping motion; with a sudden heart attack, he threw the cauldron directly at the bearded man.

When the cauldron was smashed out, Yuan Hai finally let out a shrill scream from his mouth.

Without him!In such an extremely short period of time, the flesh on his hands was exposed to high temperature, sticking together with those cloth strips and the edge of the pot.

When the cauldron was smashed out, almost all the skin on the palm was torn off; that kind of feeling really made people feel worse than death.

But compared to those three Mongolian masters, Yuan Hai's current situation is not known to be much luckier.

The bearded master who rushed in the front, because he rushed too hard with a lift, his head directly hit the bottom of the pot, and hit the bottom of the pot directly into a big hole.

Immediately, a large pot of heat in the [-]s and above was poured down on the three of them.

With such a large area and high-intensity burns, the three Mongolian masters couldn't bear such injuries no matter how strong their vitality was and how they could endure them.

After the three fell under the city, they writhed frantically on the ground.

Because of the shocking tragedy of the three of them, it can be said that no other Han army dared to approach this ladder in a short period of time.

Thanks to this, the wild ghost picked up a wooden fork from his feet, grabbed the ladder and pushed it hard, finally pushing the deadly thing to the ground.

Then take advantage of the limited time before other Han troops rush up and erect the ladder again.

From a small cowhide pouch on his waist, he took out a bottle of Baiyao powder, and poured it on Yuan Hai's bloody palm as if he didn't want money.

After wrapping it with gauze, Yuan Hai finally recovered a bit.

After getting up, he quickly glanced down the city, and found that the siege battle was still going on fiercely.

Even if there was a [-]-strong Han army that had to retreat due to huge casualties; but another [-]-strong team rushed up almost seamlessly under the urging of the Mongolians.

"What the hell! When will this battle be fought?"

Seeing this, Yuan Hai scolded indignantly.

Then he yelled loudly to the peasants who had poured out the golden juice in a very short time: "Add more firewood, light a big fire, and continue to cook the golden juice..."

******
At the same time, under the banner of the Mongolian Chinese Army about five or six miles away from the north wall of Xiangyang City.

Meng Ge, the great Khan of Meng, glanced at it from a distance, no matter how many people filled it up, it was impossible to even establish a foothold on the top of the city.

And looking in front of him, the two Han soldiers kneeling on the ground were extremely long, and there were many commanders.

What's more, the Hu Biao and Xuan Ge camp he expected didn't leave the city, so he couldn't help but frowned deeply.

In fact, Meng Ren still pays a lot of attention to intelligence, and his ability in this area is also quite good.

After some inquiries, they already knew some relatively detailed information about Hu Biao and Xuan Geying; of course, these information were limited to relevant rumors in the Jianghu.

I estimated in my heart that on the northern battlefield alone, the Han army under my hand had at least [-] casualties; if the other three city walls were added, the number of casualties would probably be over [-].

He touched the neatly trimmed beard on his chin and thought about it for a while.

Then he ordered to a personal guard beside him: "Command, considering the heavy casualties of the attacking troops, let them take a rest and attack again in the afternoon?"

Yes, that's right!
Now the personnel commanding the attack of the army here in the Chinese army not only has the big sweat of Meng Ge, but also the fourth prince of Kublai Khan.

Even because of the last injury, Kublai Khan was already seriously injured.

In the words of many famous doctors, even with careful recuperation, it will take a long time for the body to recover.

However, because of the threat of Xiangyang City and Xuange Camp, Kublai Khan not only did not persuade him, but retreated to Kaifeng, a rear city, to recuperate.

Instead, after having a deep talk with Meng Ge, today they were carried by his guards with something similar to a sliding pole to watch the battle and command.

Just as Hu Biao predicted, in fact, the return artillery position was a trap set by Kublai Khan.

His main target was not even Guo Jing and other experts, but Hu Biao and others from the Xuan Ge Camp.

In the plan made by Kublai Khan, once the Xuan Ge Battalion lined up and rushed out of the city because of the huge threat of the return artillery, if they wanted to burn them.

The cowardly Xue army in the back will rush forward and entangle him tightly.

Then no matter how much the price is paid and how many people die, all of them must be consumed under the city.

Aiming at this point, Kublai Khan still had a certain amount of confidence that he could do it; because during the time he was recovering from his injuries, after carefully studying his opponents, he discovered that the battle formation of the Xuan Ge Battalion was not without any flaws.

At least that kind of tortoise-like armor, no matter how hard it is, can't stop the bombardment of the ballista.

Just use the crossbow to shoot at them, blast their formation, and wait until the heavy cavalry can rush in, the subsequent battle will be easier immediately.

Based on such a plan, before the war.

The envoys they sent didn't even mention Hu Biao and Xuan Geying among the specific targets of persuasion; in fact, they wanted to anger Hu Biao, the irritable target in their intelligence.

It's a pity that Hu Biao was not fooled at all.

Therefore, seeing that Meng Ge was not fooled in the Xuan Ge camp, but the attacking troops suffered heavy casualties, and morale had already dropped significantly, he actually had some thoughts about suspending the siege.

Hastily disregarded his injuries and the status gap between the two.

After struggling to sit upright, he hurriedly said: "Brother Meng, the siege cannot stop.

Even if Hu Biao and Xuan Geying were not fooled, it didn't matter; as long as they repeatedly bombarded with return artillery, the city of Xiangyang would be blown away sooner or later.

At that time, when the army enters the city, they will still be able to kill them all.

But now that the attack stopped, those Song people had more energy to use those eight-ox crossbows; the return cannons of Alaowading and Yisi Mayin were afraid that they would be shot down by the Song people if they couldn't hold them for a long time.

As for the attacking troops, the morale was too low due to the excessive casualties? "

When he was talking about this, Kublai Khan looked at the position in front of him, the two ten thousand commanders of the Han army who were kneeling on the ground, and many thousand commanders.

These people were all those who were captured from the replacement attacking force and waited for disposal.

After ignoring the meaning of flattery and begging for mercy in these people's eyes, Kublai Khan said lightly:
"Actually, it doesn't matter. Ten thousand officers whip thirty times, thousand commanders draw three times and kill one, and the heads are passed on to the soldiers and generals of the follow-up attacking troops to see, they naturally know how to do it."

Faced with such a murderous suggestion, after Meng Ge nodded slightly, the guards around him had already snatched it away.

He held down the two captains, took off their armor, and swung the horsewhips in their hands to beat them vigorously; after each whip was whipped, there was a deep bloodstain, and there was no mercy at all.

Those commanders hacked every other unlucky guy to death on the spot.

The head, which was still dripping blood and with a frozen grim expression, was picked up in his hand, and rode his horse towards the Han troops who would participate in the siege one by one in the follow-up time.

It's like an exhibition, you can see them clearly.

By the way, let these people know one thing clearly: continue to attack the city desperately, when the return cannons are exhausted, today's battle will finally end...

In almost every second, people were killed in the brutal fighting, until around 01:30 in the afternoon.

When the last returning cannon was hit by a crossbow arrow, under the banner of the Chinese army on the Mongolian side, there was finally a horn that represented the retreat.

Under such an order, a group of Han soldiers who were almost desperate finally retreated like a tide.
Let the battle that lasted for almost five hours finally come to an end.

Behind the frantically retreating Han army, the corpses under the city wall were already piled up more than one meter high; a large number of northern Han army, and their Jiangnan counterparts, piled up the corpses regardless of each other.

At this moment, on the four walls of Xiangyang City.

Hu Biao, Yang Dongli, Zhan Xiang, and all other netizens, one of them all had their legs go limp, and they just sat on the ground with their buttocks.

Even the ground was covered with sticky blood, and there were even a lot of stumped limbs beside it, so I couldn't care about it at all.

no way!After fighting continuously for such a long time, they were really tired; almost physically, they were completely exhausted.

And not far from Hu Biao, Mu Ping, a rookie.

After hearing the horn sound of the Mongolian side's retreat, he finally breathed out his last breath with a relieved and relaxed smile.

The fatal wound on his body was a spear that pierced his lower abdomen.

After fighting for a long time, he, the soul figure in the use of the eight-ox crossbow in the city, was unknowingly targeted by the mob.

A master who was mixed in the Han army suddenly became violent and threw out the long spear in his hand like a spear.

Directly nail this rookie to the city wall.

Originally, Hu Biao was thinking about going up to treat the other party after he took a few more breaths.

In the end, he saw that the opponent's chest no longer had the slightest ups and downs, and knew that there was no need to do so.

Even though he had long been used to the scene where the members of the team died in battle one by one by his side, he felt extremely powerless for a while and became more and more tired.

Leaning his head against the wall, he immediately fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes, and a thunderous grunt sounded from his mouth.

Fortunately, people like Guo Jing, although the fighting process was far more intense than them.

But because the internal force is deeper and better, he still has a good ability to act now; he greeted some civilians in the city to go up the city wall, and began to deal with some follow-up matters...

This was the case until an hour and a half later.

After Guo Jing placed a large bowl of noodles in front of Hu Biao, Sipujie woke up at the sound of the collision; the whole body felt slightly better than before.

Seeing this, Guo Jing quickly said, "Hero Hu, you're awake, then hurry up and eat something.

There were more than a dozen large animals that had been transported to transport wood and rolling stones, and they were killed by the large stones that fell on the city wall by the Mongolians.

Thinking of everyone's hard work today, I asked people to peel and eat all the meat together.

You have added a lot of meaty noodles to the noodles in this bowl. "

Xu Shi hadn't eaten much meat for more than half a month, so that the horse meat noodles in front of him exuded a very attractive smell, which made Hu Biao very hungry.

But thinking about some more important things, Hu Biao couldn't care less about eating noodles.

Immediately in his mouth, he asked a key question: "What are the casualties in this battle, and how many Mongolian Tartars have we killed?
In addition, there are still a few intact eight-ox crossbows left on the north wall, and how many operators survived? "

After a little recollection, Guo Jing answered in his mouth:

"In the first battle in the morning, more than 3000 soldiers under General Lu were killed or injured, more than 200 civilian husbands died in the battle, and more than [-] heroes of the rivers and lakes also died in the battle.

There are still several of them, the good guys in the Xuan Ge camp.

The number of casualties on the Mongolian side was at least [-]; it's a pity that most of them were some Han troops from the North, as well as the Semu people's infantry.

As for the eight ox crossbows left intact, the surviving personnel are better, there should be about [-]%. "

After hearing such a tragic statistic, Hu Biao couldn't help but sighed.

But he began to say the main point: "Guo Daxia, you will call some craftsmen over later to repair the damaged eight-ox crossbow as much as possible.

In terms of quantity, it is naturally getting better and better.

Because there are a lot of artisans in the Mongolian army, if you hurry up to build the craft at night, it is estimated that when the Mongolian people continue to attack tomorrow, they will bring many return guns and crossbows to the battle. "

While Guo Jing nodded to indicate that he had received the order, he asked such a key point.

"Wu Zu, Ba Long, and Mu Ping all died in battle, so who will command these eight-ox crossbows?"

"Let 'Moyunlong' Yuanhai come. Although he hurt his palm, it doesn't hinder his directing and aiming." Hu Biao thought for a while, and then arranged it in his mouth.

Let Yun Yuanhai, a rookie, be stuffed into the eight-ox crossbow army with an astonishing battle loss rate.

I don't know whether Yuan Hai, who wants to get rid of pouring gold juice, should be happy after knowing such a mission...

(End of this chapter)