This is the first cry of a brand new weapon cannon in the human world. Its crying sound has taken many lives. Then, its crying will grow louder and louder, dragging thousands of soldiers, officers and people into the vortex of death.

And change the face of the world from then on.

Many years later, scholars of the Song Dynasty recorded this: "The Battle of Shatou City is a historical watershed. Before Shatou City, nomads and settlers maintained a dynamic balance. After Shatou City, settlers gradually discovered the door to a new future."

Of course, the Mongolian army's first-row team had no idea about this, but the consequence of being suddenly attacked by an unprecedented gunpowder weapon was that many people were stunned on the spot, at a loss, and the smarter people knew to retreat quickly, and even dizzy, they ran straight towards the wall of the village where the Song army was stationed. Of course, they were quickly shot under the wall with arrows.

While the firearms team was busy changing the fired cartridges to the side and replaced them with a new General Zhu, the archers and powerful crossbowmen of the Song army (although the number is still insignificant) put down their shields and began to spread rain of arrows towards the chaotic city climbers.

"Although the firearm is very powerful, it cannot really kill many enemies!" Zheng Yunming said before the first joint training class of the firearm and the archer: "If we really want to cause a large number of casualties to the enemy, we must be bows and arrows! I hope that after repeated training, we can achieve a perfect cooperation between the gunpowder team and the archer team. Firearms can shock and bows and arrows to kill are the means we use to resist the strong bows and fast horses of the Tatars!"

Today is the time to show the training results. Although the archers of the archers who were rushing to train were not very skillful, and the interference caused by gunfire smoke made many arrows empty, such shooting was enough to cause heavy casualties between the troops who climbed the city to give up their intention to siege the city.

The condescending Song army's continuous shooting caused the soldiers in the chaotic and dense siege troops to fall down one by one. Anyone could see that siege was impossible, and the soldiers gave up the ladder and began to flee. The officers who were pressing the formation could not stop how they shouted and scolded.

Qin Wu raised his horn bow, aimed at the target and shot it. A sergeant who ran back with a big flag was in his heart. The Mongolian flag fell into the dust with a pounced corpse. He deliberately put an end to the first siege in this way.

Wang Deng couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief when he looked at this scene on the battlefield, and turned around and said, "I didn't expect General Zhu, the general in charge, is really so useful. I have always been worried that this thing is just a nameless decoration. If it doesn't work, we will be in danger."

"Jing Song is worried too much, this is the way to win." Zheng Yunming said as calm as possible, but his voice couldn't help but tremble slightly. He wanted to stand up and look at the enemy's dynamics, but he realized that his legs were weak and he could not stand up.

Wang Deng's face was full of excitement. Just as he was about to continue speaking, the flag of the Mongolian military formation began to move again. The cavalry team retreated, and the walking warriors holding spears led a group of people who tied their hands with ropes. There was no doubt that these were the farmers who had no time to escape before and were not taken into time by the irresponsible officials of the prefectures and counties in Jingxiang. At this moment, they were all captured by the Mongolians.

Zheng Yunming's heart skipped a beat. Whether it was the historical records I saw before traveling through time or the news coming from the north after traveling through time, he knew that today's scene would come sooner or later.

The Mongolian officer escorted the team shouted loudly, and a husband came over to carry a bag of dirt on his shoulders for every captive who had his hands tied up.

Accompanied by a crisp sound of whistling, the Mongolian cavalry in the forefront got off the horse and formed a horizontal formation. A shield hand held a large square shield to form a barrier in front of them. The soldiers behind the barrier raised their longbows and began to shoot at the village wall again.

The dense arrows gathered again into a big net, covering the village wall. The Song soldiers who were still waving flags and shouting for victory soon returned to their embarrassing appearance of hiding from all over the world.

The black-armored general who had come to pass the message jumped out, waved his left arm forward, and issued a loud order.

The prisoners were escorted by the Mongolian soldiers in groups, carrying soil and rocks to march forward.

The Mongols' armored cavalry stood in two rows behind them, watching the actions of the prisoners coldly.

"They are going to fill the trenches!" Zheng Yunming shouted: "Jing Song, go and transfer one hundred Beiwei Army to the city wall to help!"

This time, the Mongols did not focus on the northeast corner where they had just suffered a loss, but rushed directly to the north gate where Zheng Yunming was guarding himself.

Under the guidance of the team flag, the useful soldiers of the Beiwei Army climbed up to the village wall and began to unfold along the village wall with the rain of arrows falling from the sky.

The prisoners carrying earth bags were getting closer and closer to the wall of the village, and soon crossed the corpses of the first-climbed people and entered the range of General Zhu.

The soldiers guarding the village wall have recovered from the panic of the first battle. This time, no one took action easily. All their eyes were looking at Zheng Yunming sitting upright on the north gate.

"Ming Jin!" Without hesitation, Zheng Yunming ordered loudly.

The bell rang again, and the wide village wall was once again flooded by huge roars and rising smoke.

"What should the enemy do if the people in the country take the people in the country as the pioneer and take the land to attack the city?" In the letter to Huangzhou, Zheng Yunming asked Meng Gong this.

"Everyone under the city is my enemy!" Meng Gong replied firmly in his reply: "Don't talk about the people, that is, you, Zheng Yunming, stand under my city, or I, stand under your city, don't hesitate, shoot and kill them all!"

Isn’t this the answer that Zheng Yunming already knew in his heart, “Those who block my victory are all my enemies” This is war! Crush all the kindness, tolerance and dear in the world, inspire the most instinctive desire for survival in human nature, and remove obstacles on the road to victory without mercy.

This is a war!

The stone bullets and lead fell into the dense crowd of people, and a piece of blood rose. The lead directly penetrated the human body, and some even penetrated two or three people in a row. The stone bullet directly beat the person who hit it into a ball of meat paste. The front team of the captive team immediately lay down a large number of people.

After all, the people of Jingzhou were not soldiers. If the veterans of the Northern Haner Army who had experienced the baptism of war were unable to resist their fear of General Zhu, the peasants were even more confused and cried. Most of them threw down their earth bags, and despite the threat of whipping the Mongolian soldiers, they fled back desperately.

The black-armored general standing in front of the heavy cavalry lineup raised his big bow and shot out a whizzing sound. The whizzing sound did not shoot elsewhere, but rushed directly to the fleeing captives in front of him.

The heavy cavalry tightened the reins at the same time, and the war horses were clamoring and neighing, rushing forward.

The prisoners looked at the iron-armored cavalry units charging towards them in a tremendous manner, so they had to turn their heads and continue to run towards the wall of the village.

However, the cavalry team did not slow down, but accelerated and continued to rush towards the prisoners. Some of the slow-running prisoners were soon trampled under the horse's hooves.

Not long after, all the prisoners shot by the Song army's arrows ran to the edge of the trench and had no way to retreat.

The heavy cavalry rushed up and squeezed all the prisoners into the trench.

Zheng Yunming didn't quite understand what was going on at first, but then he suddenly realized: "This is to use the prisoner's corpses to fill the trench."

Under the trench in front of the village gate, heavy cavalry in armor ruthlessly advanced forward with the continuous arrows of the Song army and knocked all the prisoners into the trench. The bamboo guns buried at the bottom of the trench pierced the bodies of one person after another, and were soon submerged in the growing pile of corpses.

After the corpse filled the large section of moats in the north, the Mongolian cavalry drew out their sabers and cut down all the remaining prisoners under the walls of the village, and then withdrew the team and returned to the formation.

The soldiers on the city wall were stunned by this bloody killing scene.

A few months ago, they were just ordinary miners. They drank wine, made some wine and had some food, told erotic jokes, and lived a free and easy life.

Today they realized that life on the battlefield was so cheap, and the value of a person was only worth a bag of soil.

Zheng Yunming looked at a personal soldier of Beiwei Army beside him. Although he was so calm, his face turned pale, and his hands holding the spear kept shaking.

Zheng Yunming himself was the same. In that scene just now, he almost vomited, but he just barely suppressed this emotion.

But Wang Deng looked as usual, as if nothing had happened under the city.

Even the personal soldiers are of this kind, you can imagine how low the morale of the entire army is. When Zheng Yunming thought of this, he barely supported himself and shouted with all his strength: "Let me listen to me!"

Although his voice could not match Ge Huai's loud voice, it was enough for the soldiers of the North Gate to hear it.

"These people!" Zheng Yunming pointed at the city and shouted: "They surrendered to the Mongolian people without any resistance! But the Mongolians wanted to take their lives and just treated them as grass mustard!"

"Even if you surrender to the Tatars today, you will only end up like them in a long time!"

"There is only one way to live, which is to kill all the Tatars who broke through this wall!"

"Those who dare to die live! Those who fear the dead die die!"

Wang Deng immediately shouted: "Those who dare to die live! Those who are afraid of death die!"

After a moment of silence, a tsunami-like cry sounded on the city wall: "The dead are alive! The dead are afraid of the dead are dead!"

Zheng Yunming's eyes were red with blood, and he shouted with all his last strength: "Prepare for the enemy!"

(There are records of the use of human lives to fill trenches in history books of all countries, but in general, the Mongolians will not use it. Unless the matter is urgent, it is still mainly for strengthening men to fill the soil. After all, slaves are also part of the property. Let me give you some explanations and continue to collect the red tickets and rewards)
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