Second Sister Nongmen has space

Chapter 505 The Great Victory
There are no burning haystacks in the direction of the city gate, and there are some shops that merchants will not be able to evacuate in the future.

Wang Tingdi's soldiers are best at riding and shooting, and they gave up forcing their way to the city.

The cavalry mounted their horses again, and shot arrows at the city wall for free.

This time, the big shield on the city wall didn't work well, and Mr. Yu and the others didn't even have a chance to show their faces, so they had to hide behind the wall again, and Yiming and the others also retreated to the city.

The whine of arrows ripping through the air was monsters grinding their teeth.

Time seemed to be frozen in the sound of the arrows, but the loud bang in the next second easily interrupted these strange calls.

boom!boom!
The effects of landmines and grenades are completely different. Song Liyun felt the city wall tremble below him, and the rain of arrows whizzing by also stopped instantly.

Mr. Yu and the others ignored the danger and looked down with their probes.

The landmines blasted two deep pits, and several horses fell in all directions.

While the other cavalry fled in all directions, their horseshoes trampled over them, and the sound of buried mines came and went one after another.

This time, the horse was too frightened, and the man could no longer control it.

Outside Mida City, there was a mess of explosions, people shouting and neighing.

Song Liyun stepped out of the archery tower, pointed at the booming spot below and said, "Old Yu, there are not many mines left, let's go out of the city!"

If this had been said a quarter of an hour ago, it would have been regarded as a blind command if he did not understand military affairs, but at this time when Song Liyun said it, Mr. Yu wiped the dust from the arrow on his face and said with a grin: "Okay, the third lady just wait Listen to the good news!"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and said to the patrol team on the city wall: "Now, this is your chance to make contributions! One tael per head, one hundred taels per hundred households!"

Whoa!
The eyes of the patrol guards suddenly turned red!The ones lying down below are either people or silver, you just need to go down and pick them up, go down and get them.

The city gate opened, and dozens of patrolmen and horse bandits rushed out on horseback under the leadership of Jian Fangtong.

They wore helmets and bright armor, and not only carried big knives, but also the remaining grenades, which were distributed evenly, and each of them could have one.

Under the reward, there must be a brave man!

Even if there are hundreds of Wang Ting troops outside the chaotic city at this time, they are not afraid.

The predecessors of these patrol teams were originally caravan guards and escorts, and they might not be able to fight against the army, but now the Wangting cavalry outside the city is in a state of disenchantment.

One-on-one, in front of these martial arts masters, the wandering and brave Wang Tingjun was vulnerable.

The patrol members raised their knives and dropped them. If they had no time to cut off their heads, they fell to the ground first, and they also went to the darkest places where there were many people.

When encountering a small group of people, throw a grenade, knocking down one piece at a time.

On the city wall, Mr. Yu urged the long-range fire support of the catapult, hot oil, stones, and even threw a landmine that was sent up in a hurry.

In just half an hour, the ambitious Wang Tingjun retreated.

The tribal people who were supposed to disperse gathered more and more, and the tribe soldiers and herdsmen surrounded them from all directions. Besides them, there were dozens of former slaves with hoes and sickles in the crowd.

They are here for revenge!
The killing cries resounded throughout the night, until the sun rose again in the sky, exposing the battlefield to everyone's sight.

The blood on the ground has turned into thin ice, the stiff corpses are placed in various postures, the blown up ground, and the scorched horses make people feel like they are in a dead hell.

Only the faint moans and the haystacks that have been burning all night and still emitting black smoke make me feel that this is the world of the living.

After a busy day, the battle report was not counted until the evening.

Wang Tingjun killed 230 people and [-] horses.

The patrol team led by Jian Fangtong died three people and injured 25 people.

The tribal casualties were high, with 58 dead and more than 200 injured.

As for those slaves that Song Liyun didn't plan at all, except for the thirty or so who died, almost everyone who was alive was injured.

The outcome of this battle was beyond Song Liyun's expectation, and it was reasonable.

Here in the Mida River Valley, many tribes migrated from the Xuyang Grassland. The good and the bad are mixed. There are sellers seeking glory, and there are Muhan tribes who are as loyal.

As for those dozens of slaves, they hated Wang Ting even more.

Although they stayed in Mida City and did not return to the Wu Dynasty, with Song Liyun and other masters of the Wu Dynasty present, it was basically the same as going back.

But Wang Tingjun still came to disturb the peaceful life, how could he bear it.

Song Liyun also interrogated the two rebel leaders as quickly as possible.

It was learned from them that Wang Ting had long regarded Mida City in his eyes.

It's just that the two places are far apart, and the Zhenbei Army is openly present, because the affairs with the princess are in a mess, and the various tribes can't separate themselves.

So now that Wang Ting has just stabilized, he can't wait to reach out.

"Old Yu, there are 1000 people here.

Two hundred of them went to rob the caravan, and eight hundred came to rob the empty city! "

Song Liyun couldn't help being startled when he told these things.

The opponent attacked Mida City with [-] elite cavalry, because they were sure that the city was empty.

If we rely on the guards of more than 100 patrol teams to defend the city and disperse the attack, it is obviously impossible to defend.

But just after they reached the city of Mida, they were attacked by storms and thunderstorms.

From the first rocket at the beginning, they were in a state of ignorance, and there was no room for thinking at all.

Now... where is the rest of Wang Tingjun?

Mr. Yu spent the whole day sitting on the city wall, taking care of all the military forces. He said calmly, "Wang Tingjun lost his horses and escaped on foot. They have been arrested by tribal herdsmen with horse poles. The rest are fleeing north. I intend to join the group of people in the caravan!"

The horses were disturbed by the gunpowder, and the dead ones left only more than 100 healthy horses for the fleeing Wang Tingjun.

However, thousands of tribal herdsmen have gathered now. Although they are not fighters, they are also men of flesh and blood. They still have the confidence to fight these defeated troops who have been frustrated.

And there are dozens of Jian Fangtong among them, like a pack of wolves surrounding a tiger, wherever there is a single Wang Tingjun, they will be swallowed.

Driving and encircling them all the way, they are gradually encircling the caravan.

Song Liyun frowned slightly: "Fangzheng and the others have any news?"

The guard led by Lin Qingyuan has hundreds of people, plus the Muhan tribe and Fangzheng, there should be no major problem in dealing with the two hundred cavalry.

Speaking of Fangzheng and Lin Qingyuan, Mr. Yu looked relaxed and laughed: "Boss Lin is really a smart man. He saw that the situation was not right, and on the one hand, he sent someone to deliver a letter back, and on the other hand, he stopped the caravan, let go of the animal power, and chopped the caravan." He broke the rope and built a protective wall with goods, and he immediately took down those merchants who were smacking inside and out."

No one can move a heavy and well-lashed cart without the ropes and horses that pull it.

The guards can also use vehicles to build a city, which constitutes a simple version of protection, so that the elite soldiers of the royal court are not pleased.

It's just that their battlefield is much crueler than that of Mida City.

Mr. Yu didn't say anything about the specific casualties, and the note he got now was just a few words sent back by a flying pigeon that Lin Qingyuan carried with him.

Moreover, Song Liyun is pregnant now, so it's not suitable for her to worry too much.

(End of this chapter)