Chapter 124 Why did you come? Send to death

The drums were as loud as thunder.

The sound of killing is as dense as rain.

The sun gradually rose to the middle shone lazily, splashing the warm sunshine on everyone on both sides of the war.

The battle for the city has reached a heightened height.

Although Duoduo's Manchurian pro-army had strong combat effectiveness, he could not exert much when attacking the city, but his tenacious fighting will was fully revealed.

The city wall area has always been the world of defenders. Once the Qing soldiers approached, countless stones, giant trees, and hot hot oil immediately fell like rain, and there were even dense bows and arrows to serve.

These personal Tartars are different from the New Army. Facing the defensive power at the top of the city, they do not dodge like the New Army, but put their knife on their backs and immediately attached themselves. Even if they are injured by the wood and stones suddenly falling from above, they are still dull and silent...

"Bow, cover."

In order to cover his personal army, Duoduo had mobilized almost all the archers and followed the Manchu personal army like locusts.

The new affiliated army is not as capable as the Manchus' personal army, but it is still competent to suppress the city wall with bows and arrows in the distance to protect the Manchus.

Whether it is the Manchu horn bow or the small tip bow of the Ming Dynasty, they are all drawn.

"Shoot the arrow."

Accompanied by these commands of the genius, rows of carved feathers shot up the city with a sharp sound of "swooshing".

Using dense bows and arrows as cover, and then taking the opportunity to attack the city, everyone has experienced the tricks of the Qing army many times, and has been prepared for it, and immediately erected a hundred huge wooden shields on them...

Due to the serious lack of defensive forces, many gaps were left between the wooden shields. At first, the arrows gathered into pieces were like flying worms. A ball of black dots was first, and instantly they became white like a sudden rain.

The feather arrows that accelerated in the air hit the wooden shield, making a short and crisp sound of "du" and "du", and can occasionally shoot through the huge wooden shield, even the people holding the shield behind them nailed them together.

"Roll the car, siege hammer, go up."

The tall rushing car was pushed by the slave soldiers and quickly approached the city wall with a dull friction sound.

The top floor of the rushing car, several feet high, is a platform that can be put down and put away. It has been covered with three layers of raw cowhide that has not been savoured. It is very tough and cannot even shoot through the sharp arrows. Behind the cowhide is protected by axe-carrying warriors wearing heavy armor. As long as the rushing car is approached enough, the platform can be released. The axe-carrying warriors on it can jump to the top of the city to kill the guards.

The huge siege hammer was pushed directly toward the city gate, because the moat had been filled long ago, and the slave soldiers laid horizontal chain wood on the soft and mud-water land (short wood with a diameter of more than ten centimeters was strung horizontally, the principle was equivalent to a track, but it was just wood). The siege hammer advanced along the chain wood track, and under the push of hundreds of people, the Manchu soldiers slowly and heavily hit the left side of the city gate.

It can be imagined that the city gate was blocked by the defenders, so the siege rarely hit the city gate directly. Instead, it chose to hit both sides of the city gate. Because this area has huge door shafts and built-in suspension bridge locks, there are also clever designs such as the Tibetan soldiers' cave, and the degree of sturdiness is definitely not high.

Duoduo tried his best to suppress the city with dense bows and arrows, and then attacked the city with three-pronged approach.

Although he had long expected that the army to die would support Yangzhou along the canal line, Duoduo did not dare to draw too many troops to intercept it, because he did not know that the Yangzhou defenders were weak to the point of dying.

The Qing army claimed to be 200,000, but in fact it was 130,000. The real main force was 40,000 troops from five flags. As for those new affiliated troops, the Manchu senior leaders had no hope for their ability to attack and combat.

In the ten-day battle, the Qing army had suffered about 20,000 casualties, and of course most of the casualties were borne by the New Army.

Because during the battle with the dead army on the periphery, a main Mongolian banner was destroyed by the dead army. In addition, the flags were also injured and killed in the siege of Yangzhou, and the remaining core battle headquarters were only 27,000 yuan left.

A part of the main force should be dispersed to "care and supervise" the new affiliated troops around Yangzhou. Although Duoduo can mobilize many troops, not many of them can really play a decisive role.

The difference between siege and field battle is different, at least three times the force is required to achieve a balance between offense and defense.

Because I didn't know the reality of the city, and in order to prevent it, Duoduo really dared not make the decision to siege the city and attack the reinforcements. The reinforcements were not destroyed, and it was probably not that there were people who responded inside and outside.

Duoduo did not underestimate the combat effectiveness of the army to die, and drew a main Manchurian flag to fight the army to die from afar. He did not expect to completely wipe out the army to die under Yangzhou city, but wanted to drag out the support troops and drive the opponent out bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit.

Just early this morning, because Li and Gao went out of the city to seek refuge, Duoduo finally found out the reality of Yangzhou.

It turns out that Yangzhou has reached the point where the oil is exhausted and the lamp is exhausted.

This made Duoduo and his Qing generals overjoyed and immediately attacked the city with all their might. If he hadn't known the background of Yangzhou, Duoduo wouldn't have taken out his own headquarters to fight such a tough battle so easily.

As long as Ahani can drag the dead troops who come to help until sunset.

Duoduo is 100% sure to take Yangzhou before dark.

The only thing I didn't expect was the combat effectiveness of the Dead Army, and after all, underestimated the Dead Army.

With Ahanikan's entire flag of troops and more than 10,000 new affiliated troops, he was defeated in just two hours without resisting. Especially Ahanikan's Manchu soldiers, with casualties of 2,700 or 800 people, which can be regarded as a severe injury, which shows the fierce battle.

Even if the Manchu soldiers have not collapsed when more than 30% of the casualties have exceeded 30%, they can still retreat in an orderly manner, which is already considered a strong soldier.

In this era where cold weapons are the main ones, one to two percent of casualties are severely injured, and 30 percent of casualties are the critical point for the collapse of the army. If half of the enemies are annihilated, it can be considered to be completely wiped out.

It is obviously unrealistic to draw troops from Tongsi Gate to reinforce Ahanikan, who is an Anjiang Gate. The main force used by the headquarters and the Tong Tulai Han Army Banner as the reserve team are both the main force in the attack. Those new affiliated troops can be transferred to some of the past, but Ahanikan's Manchurian Banner has been defeated, and there is no practical effect when transferring the new affiliated troops.

The only way is to do your best to break the city as soon as possible. As long as Yangzhou city defense breaks, it will be considered as a victory.

Tong Tulai also understood Duoduo's intention and immediately mobilized his Han army flag to follow closely behind Duoduo's personal army flag.

Unlike the fear of dodging by the New Cannon Fodder Army, the Manchu pro-army always actively seeks opportunities to climb the city.

The young recruit leader Zhao Deluo was not left with a few people. He held a big hook gun and slapped it around. When he saw a Tartars appear, he immediately called him over and really helped several enemies.

This time, the Tartars' dense arrows were like rain, which made everyone unable to raise their heads, so they could only stab them in the gaps of the wooden shield.

Suddenly, with a "bang", the rushing car was lowered and placed on the battlements on the top of the city. The Manchu soldier holding an axe behind several layers of raw cowhide roared and jumped onto the top of the city...

"The Tartars are coming..." Zhao Delu couldn't even hear his voice. He just squeezed out of his chest, like broken porcelain and scraping iron: "Boom down, fellow villagers."

In the dense rain of arrows, the people who were helping the war were shouting and rushing up in a mess, with kitchen knives and wooden sticks added together, and even the shoulder pole was raised.

The people are extremely powerful, but their combat power is not as good as that.

Manchurian soldiers slashed and slashed everywhere, like tigers entering a flock of sheep. For a moment, flesh and blood flew everywhere and screamed in pain, and in the blink of an eye, they chopped over a dozen people. In the pool of blood, scarlet blood flowed, and it was shocking.

The old man in the long gown was already half white in his hair. He held a piece of iron ruler and was hit by the waist as soon as he approached. He held the handle of the axe tightly with both hands and refused to let go, and still shouted: "My son, fight quickly..."

The Manchu soldiers holding the axe exerted their strength with both hands, circling the old man's body, and splashed scarlet and red blood on people.

"Dad..." A man in his 1930s and 30s bumped into the crowd. The apron on his waist showed that he was the butcher in the city who killed pigs and sheep. The man was covered in oil and held a sharp knife in his hands. His eyes were red as if he was about to bleed. He was crazy and rushed to the Manchu warriors with his sword: "My eight generations of Tartars..."

The old man's body was still hanging on the long-handled axe, and he couldn't get it back for a while. The Manchu soldiers were afraid and threw away the sharp axe to wait for dodge. The man who looked like a butcher had already bumped into his arms and stabbed the sharp knife into his heart easily.

The Manchu axe soldiers around him all took action, and in the blink of an eye the butcher was cut into blood and blood...

"It's all dead!" Accompanied by a shrill female voice, a girl in red suddenly rushed out of the crowd. She was about fifteen or sixteen years old, just like the age of a beautiful woman. The girl cried and picked up the long-handled giant axe falling from the Manchu soldiers, and swung it like crazy...

The Manchu long axe with a wide blade and heavy back is like a heavy hammer with a sharp edge. The axe alone has more than twenty pounds. I don’t know how the girl had such a brave force and swung her long axe to break into the battle group.

Rather than saying that the girl was wielding a long axe, it was better to say that this heavy weapon was driving the girl. Seeing her father and grandfather crying and chopping randomly under the sharp blade of burial.

It is not enough to say that he is strong, and no one dares to approach him for a while.

"It's all dead." The already crazy girl's hair was scattered, and her hair was covered with black hair, covering her eyes.

With a "puff", the girl who was wielding a long axe randomly was cut on the back by the Manchu soldiers with the same weapon. The sharp, wide-blade giant axe directly penetrated the girl's thin body...

The girl seemed to have to work hard to move forward, but she could no longer move.

The Manchu soldiers behind him roared wildly, and tried their best to lift the girl's body up and throw it out of the city.

Like a falling red cloud, the girl in red fell several feet high in the city. There was only a red beauty in front of everyone. I could no longer tell whether it was blood red or beautiful clothes...

"It's time to die." I don't know which shouted, and the people who helped the war rushed up together, squeezing the Manchu soldiers into a group of flesh and blood.

The war drums under the city were even more urgent, and sounds were like beating in everyone's ears.

More enemies climbed up from this gap...

On the ramp of the upper city behind him, a group of soldiers covered in blood holding iron forks were running up...

The leader was a burly man like a giant bear. He ignored him like a huge wild boar, and he bumped away several people one after another. He stabbed the enemy in front of him with his fierce spirit. He used the technique he had used just now and threw it out: "Die me!"

"Go to die!"

Whether it was fighting on the top of the city or running on the ramp, he immediately burst out with Ding Yi's roar.

Dozens of fork soldiers quickly stepped forward and moved closer to Ding Yi, quickly forming a 33 battle formation.

"Boom them down."

The strong Manchu soldiers and the Iron Army fought in a life-and-death battle in this small area on the city.

In the fierce battle, a lame monk ran back and forth, packing up the remains of the butcher who had just been chopped into several pieces by a sharp axe, barely forming a human form...

"Zhang Butcher, I am the one who hates you the most in this world. Every time I go to your butcher shop to steal meat, you will be beaten up by you. You even complain to the abbot, which made me break my legs by my master... Isn't it just that you often steal a few pieces of meat to eat? Why do you beat me every time?" Facing the butcher's corpse, the monk was already in tears: "Monk, I collect the corpse for you today, to respect your courage to protect your family, to respect your family's loyalty in Yangzhou three generations. Your family killed two Tartars today, which is enough to offset your sin of killing hundreds of thousands of pigs and sheep. If I can survive, I will definitely find a way to collect the corpse for your daughter. If you really have a spirit in heaven, bless me to live today..."

"Good heart can't move the demon. Monk, I don't believe in Buddhism anymore, and I will change to Yama..." The monk stood up, pulled off the Buddhist beads on his chest, picked up the long-handled axe stained with blood on the ground and roared: "Dog Tartar, your bald grandfather is here!"

On the other ramp, another team of fork soldiers in the same outfit circled up.

The yellow military uniform has long been soaked in blood that it cannot tell the original color, but the red line from shoulder to waist looks bright red and bright...

Lu Jian didn't even think about going to reinforce Ding Yi, such a few Jianzhou slaves, and such a small gap, he couldn't fix it anymore, so he wouldn't be Ding Yi.

Teams of reinforcements arrived, quickly enhancing the defensive power on the city wall, and also allowing people to see hope...

"Do it all and see us." Lu Jian rudely used the fork handle to push away the Yangzhou soldiers who were fighting to defend the city.

In the eyes of young soldiers like Lu Jian, there is no strong army in the world except for the death army. Isn’t it just a small Yangzhou city? What’s the big deal? The two sides of the war have been entangled for more than ten days, and the siege of the city cannot come in, and the defenders cannot defend. What is this called a battle? It’s just a large-scale group fight.

Even in the field battle, I and my brothers could fight the "invincible" Manchu soldiers, let alone the strong city and condescending?

The fourth uncle said that Shi Kefa, who was defending Yangzhou, was so amazing. In Lu Jian's opinion, it was not a matter of this.

"If the army to die to defend Yangzhou, there is no need for the fourth uncle to take action. The brothers can make the Tartars beat their heads to death. You, Shi Kefa, can't even defend them, you are still a hero?" The hero is the only one who can fight. This is Lu Jian's simple and childish idea.

"Go to death for me." Lu Jian led the leader roared.
To be continued...