Yi Song

Chapter 226 Siege of Yamato Castle

The tranquility was short-lived. After the bodies of the Xixia army at the foot of the mountain were evacuated and carried away, several sharp horn horns were heard from the Chinese army behind them.

The five thousand Xixia infantry who had been gathering at the foot of the mountain, driven by the officers, began to move forward slowly, but the hillside was too narrow and they could only form a long torrent.

The infantrymen at the front were wearing shabby leather jackets with a few pieces of cloth wrapped randomly around them. Their true colors could not be seen, and they had no idea where they got it from.

Some have a breastplate hanging on their chests, and some have a tight leather armor strapped to them. Breastplates are only seen on officers or veterans.

Some wore fur hats, some wore fur hats, some wore the Fanyang felt hat that was the most common in the Song army, some just wrapped their heads with a piece of cloth, and a few wore iron helmets lined with thick cloth. Surrounded by fur.

Their bodies and faces were dirty. They rolled on the ground countless times before they got up. They looked ahead with different expressions.

Some are fierce, some are timid, some are numb, some are hesitant, some are impatient, and some are dejected. They are like a herd of driven cattle and sheep, with their heads lowered and unable to control their own destiny.

Some of them held knives, some held guns, some held bows, and some held shields. They were divided into teams.

The shield is at the front, followed by swordsmen and spearmen, followed by archers.

Zhang Jun shouted, "Come on, come on, lift the rolling stone up."

There were also boots, hats, and coats, all scattered on the ground in tatters, like green algae and garbage floating on a stagnant pool.

"Three hundred spearmen and sword players go up and hide behind the female wall to cover the crossbowmen."

After hundreds of years of defensive warfare, the Song Army had long summed up a set of methods. When guarding the fort, the rolling stones and wood rolled directly down the mountain, which was not powerful enough.

There were officers waving steel swords and talking impassionedly, but no one listened attentively. Thousands of Xixia soldiers stared blankly ahead.

"Wind up, wind up the stone machine and the wood machine." Wei Changsheng shouted, and he and another soldier picked up a piece of wood and placed it on the wood machine.

Zhang Jun and Wei Changsheng in Yamato Castle were standing on the left and right sides of the gate, shouting loudly.

Ahead is the dirt road leading to the gate of Yamato Castle. There was a layer of dust floating on it, and there were broken arrows, swords, guns, and cracked rolling stones and wood everywhere.

"Five hundred people are coming to the gate, with spearmen in front, shield bearers in the back, and crossbowmen on both sides, ready at any time. Stay away and don't interfere with our work."

"One, two, three, get up!" Zhang Jun shouted, and with a strong hand, he and the three soldiers lifted the rope net, carried the rolling stone for more than ten steps, and placed it on the rolling stone machine.

"Stone Roller, get ready!"

The hillside was densely packed with people, like ants swarming up when their nest exploded, making people feel palpitated just looking at them.

The archers walked up to the wall one after another, standing behind the female wall made of wooden boards, observing the movement below through the gap.

Xia Jun at the front walked forward cautiously, picking up shields and boards that fell on the ground from time to time. The heavy footsteps matched their mood at this time.

The drums were beaten behind them, and the officers waved their steel knives and shouted hysterically.

As he spoke, he walked to the side and picked up one end of the rope net. The remaining three soldiers picked up the other three ends of the rope net.

As if being whipped several times, the crowd began to slowly squirm.

Two soldiers rolled a stone roughly polished into an irregular round shape into the middle of the rope net.

"Get ready for battle!"

The voices of Wei Changsheng and Zhang Jun rose and fell with each other.

So they designed a rolling stone machine and a wood-pulling machine. They threw the rolling stones and wood-pulling machines, hitting some of the enemy troops first, and then bouncing all the way down, which was more lethal.

The stone rolling machine is a wooden trough, and the wood lamination machine is a double-beam frame that stretches diagonally toward the sky and the hillside outside the village wall.

The power was made of straps made of beef tendons. The four soldiers twisted them hard on both sides, one on the left and one on the right. The twisting made a crunching sound that made people's teeth hurt. Twist it to the end and secure it with a wooden pin.

Such stone rolling machines and wood laundering machines are certainly not as powerful as the "Thunderbolt Cannon", but they require less space and less manpower. Their purpose is just to throw the rolling stones and logs out of the wall, fly a certain distance in the air, and then use the mountain to roll down, so this is enough.

"Six hundred steps!" The soldiers on the guard tower loudly announced the distance.

"Five hundred steps!"

"Calm down!" Zhang Jun directed the stone rolling machine and the wooden machine beside the gate.

"Steady, steady! Don't pull the string, hold still!" Wei Changsheng directed the crossbowmen on the wall of the village. He held a two-stone bow in his hand, nocked the arrows, loosened the strings, and shouted to the left and right.

He is the nephew of Wang Shunchen, the best archer in the Western Army, and his archery skills are outstanding. The crossbowmen on the left and right knew his archery skills, and they immediately felt much more at ease with him standing beside them.

"Three hundred steps!"

"Two hundred steps!"

"One hundred steps!"

"Let go!" Zhang Jun shouted!
There were four muffled sounds, and four rolling stones were thrown out of the wall. They flew dozens of steps in the air, and two of them landed hard on the shield plank at the front of the Xia army, smashing them into pieces.

Two more pieces fell early and landed in front, but they quickly bounced up and continued to hit the wooden boards of Xia Jun's shield.

The three logs flew out. They were lighter than the rolling stones and bounced more solidly on the hillside. But when they hit Xia Jun, it was a disaster.

"Bed crossbow! Shoot!" Zhang Jun shouted.

The six crossbows on the walls on both sides of the gate had already been aimed at the Xia army on the hillside. As the string rang, an arrow shaft as thick as a thumb flew out, piercing through more than a dozen Xia soldiers, blowing a rain of blood before disappearing.

"Open the bow!" Wei Changsheng shouted, stretched the bow string with all his strength, and aimed at an officer of the Xia army. This kid was wearing a breastplate and a helmet, hiding in the crowd, jumping up and down, yelling and following a mountain monkey.

"shoot!"

Before Wei Changsheng could finish his words, the arrow was already flying through the air, accurately finding the Xia Army officer, piercing directly through his right eye, piercing his head hard, and he fell to the ground.

Directly hitting the front, this is Wang Shunchen's famous archery skill in the northwest.

Arrows rained down from the wall of the village, flying towards the Xia soldiers whose shells were smashed open by rolling stones and crossbows, making them scream in agony.

The Xia troops in front fell down in rows, and the soldiers in the back continued to advance under the urging of the officers. They moved slowly among the dead and wounded companions, listening to the screams of their companions, and carefully picked up shields and boards.

Soon, the second round of rolling stones and wood flew over and smashed the shell that had just been put up into pieces. The Xia army inside could only continue to face the rain of arrows from the Song army.

Half an hour later, Xia Jun left behind three to four hundred corpses and retreated hastily.

Zhang Jun and Wei Changsheng stood on the wall of the village, looking at the messy hillside. Xia Jun's corpses were scattered there, as well as shrill screams and painful groans. They were seriously injured soldiers who had been abandoned by their companions.

In the eyes of experienced companions, they would become corpses sooner or later, so they saved their energy to carry them down.

After a day of attacking, the soldiers were all exhausted. This time they didn't even reach the wall. Alas! Today's attack ends here.

The commander-in-chief of the left wing Shen Yong Army Si Tongjun, who was watching the battle from a distance, looked up at the sky and saw that it would be dark soon. He sighed slightly and turned around to leave.

An officer who was rushing in met him head on, "Report! King Jin is here!"

Brother Richard is here.

Shouldn't he go to Yinzhou City? Why are you here?

(End of this chapter)