Xiong Manzi is indeed in the city!
In the distance was a bloody battlefield, and nearby were his subordinates who were becoming increasingly anxious. The old slave still maintained a calm and composed expression, but he felt a heavy sense of loss in his heart.
The monster-shaped watchtowers and towers were destroyed one after another, some were on fire and emitting thick smoke, while others were broken and collapsed, lying on the ground dying.
The artillery on the city wall, the crossbows defending the city, and even the rockets fired from ordinary bows and crossbows were so concentrated and fierce that they wiped out the Jiannu's several days' work.
I know that the casualties on the city walls are not small, but the defenders continue to fight back like an unstoppable torrent, always maintaining a fierce and fierce counterattack.
Hook ladders and siege ladders will soon be placed on the city walls, and the most brutal and heaviest casualties of the ant-like siege will soon appear before Lao Nu and others.
The flames on the top of the city flashed one after another, so dense that it was dazzling, and some dull sounds were heard, which was the roar of cannons.
The Jiannu soldiers under the city were hit hard by this blow. The dense siege troops collapsed like a rice field swept by a strong wind, and countless Jiannu soldiers fell to the ground screaming and wailing.
The old slave frowned, shocked. Such a large number of artillery pieces clearly exceeded the intelligence gathered beforehand.
He couldn't help but turn his head to look at Li Yongfang, but saw that Li Yongfang's mouth was open into an O shape, and his eyes were wide open with shock.
After the intensive artillery bombardment, countless logs were seen rolling down from the city walls. The old slaves and the others didn't know that this was the pine tree cannons and elm tree sprays completing their final mission.
After the rolling log was pushed, fire pots, thunder bombs, and ten thousand enemies flashed with sparks and poured down like rain.
The exploding flames, the gushing smoke, and the rising flames instantly formed a sea of fireworks under the city. In the blurred vision, countless Jiannu soldiers fell, jumped, screamed, and exclaimed, and many ladders also caught fire.
Under the cover of their shields, countless Ming soldiers appeared, tucking their three-barreled muskets under their arms and firing at the city walls. The dense, surging lead bullets mercilessly killed and wounded the Jiannu.
Without the threat of watchtowers and towers, the Portuguese cannons on the city adjusted their angles and loaded shotgun shells. Every shot fired could smash a group of Jiannu soldiers into pieces.
The Jiannu soldiers under the city endured the baptism of blood and fire, but they still showed their bravery, set up ladders and climbed up.
Bang, bang, bang! With a series of loud noises, several lead bullets shot from the side and back, knocking the Jiannu on the ladder down repeatedly.
On the platform extending out from the city wall, there were five or six Ming soldiers guarding.
Under the cover of their teammates holding shields, the two Ming soldiers threw the still smoking three-eyed gun back to the city wall, picked up the spare gun at their feet again, lit it and shot it through the shooting hole.
There is a platform about ten meters away, protruding from the city wall, like an aerial fortress, with bows and crossbows, or three-eyed weapons, forming a crossfire with the weapons on the city wall, constantly bringing death to the enemies below the city.
A hook ladder was placed on the top of the platform, and then it trembled, causing the platform to shake slightly. Without looking, there were Jiannu soldiers climbing up, trying to capture the platform and then ascend to the city from here.
The Ming soldier holding the shield slightly turned sideways and extended the sharp blade in his hand. Just as the Jiannu just showed his eyes outside the platform, he suddenly stabbed.
With a scream, Jiannu rolled down the ladder on his back, taking two of his companions with him.
Kill! Amidst the shouts, several spears came stabbing at the same time. The Jiannu, who had half of his body sticking out of the battlement, was pushed down, leaving only a scream in the air.
The third one, right?
Zhao Mengzi retracted his spear, and the sweat rolling down his forehead flowed into the corners of his eyes, which was a bit painful. He tilted his head and rubbed it on his arm, then stared ahead with wide eyes.
They were still in groups of five, stabbing and collecting together, but three of their comrades had been replaced. One had been hit in the face by an arrow and was seriously injured; the other two had less serious injuries and were also replaced.
The veteran leading them also had a wound on his shoulder, but after removing the arrow and sloppily bandaging it, he continued to fight. His speed and force had diminished, but his timing was good, which helped to calm the new recruits.
Zhao Mengzi felt that he had mastered a lot of skills, some of which were used to save his life and some to kill the enemy.
For example, if you lower your body slightly and use the city walls and hanging signs to avoid many arrows, you can avoid many arrows. For example, now, when the enemy just reveals his helmet, don't be anxious, wait for him...
Kill! The old soldier's voice was a little hoarse, but another deep voice sounded almost at the same time, making up for the lack of momentum.
This Jiannu soldier was shot twice, but he was still very tenacious. When he fell, he grabbed the gun barrel and brought the gun in the hand of a new soldier to the foot of the city.
Zhao Mengzi stuffed his weapon into the hands of the somewhat bewildered recruit, quickly picked up a sharp blade from the ground, took two steps forward, and made up for the lack of short weapons.
"Boy, you're so good!" The old soldier grinned and said, "Give me the knife, why are you using a gun?"
Before Zhao Mengzi could answer, a group of soldiers came up from behind and quickly replaced them, with the cold tips of their guns pointing outward.
Zhao Mengzi, who had retreated to the back, breathed a sigh of relief. He could feel the sweat soaking through his clothes, but he didn't dare to shrink or relax. Although they were temporarily replaced, they had to fill in at any time.
Behind them, under the cover of sword and shield soldiers, a row of Ming soldiers pressed against the parapet, loading powder and ammunition into their three-barreled muskets. This thing was not good in field combat, but it was very sharp in close combat to defend the city.
If the old slave and his generals could look over the battlements and see the scene on the city wall, their ambition to capture the city would definitely be extinguished.
On the city wall, which was more than ten meters wide, teams of Ming soldiers were lined up in an orderly manner, with their spears and swords flashing, waiting to go forward and fight.
Reinforcements were sent from the city from time to time, bringing weapons for defending the city, carrying the dead and wounded down, and replacing vacancies, so as to always maintain a superior military strength.
Smoke rose from cooking fires in the city. Every household received food distributed by the government, cooked meals, and sent them to the front so that the soldiers who had retreated after the fierce battle could have hot meals and hot soup.
The artillery fire on the city has weakened a lot, and the defenders can no longer hold on. If they attack for a while longer, they will be able to break the city.
The city walls were already littered with corpses and smoke rose high. The old slave couldn't help but feel anxious, whipping his horse whip lightly against his boots as he watched the progress of the siege.
The Ming army on a platform suffered several casualties and retreated to the city wall. Several spears immediately stabbed out, and several arrows shot out, knocking down the two Jiannu soldiers behind them.
The Ming army had two types of standard long spears. One was a chevaux de frise (13 feet long and 5 inches in circumference), which was about four meters, used to resist cavalry attacks.
The other type is a long spear that was deployed in the army after General Qi fought against the Japanese pirates. It is called a "line spear" and is nine feet long (approximately three meters), only one inch thick, and weighs only three pounds. It is almost on par with a waist knife.
The platform extending out of the city wall was about three or four meters high. The Ming soldiers held one end of their spears and as long as they stretched their arms forward, they would be within the attack range.
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