My Red Mansion Career

Chapter 166 Start Siege

On the west gate of Xuanfu City, Jia Yu stood on the top of the city, pointed outside and said to the generals beside him: "You have also seen that the Mongolian Tatars have accumulated heavy troops outside the west city. It seems that they cannot escape. Hua still planned to use the return cannon to blast another hole in the city wall just like last time.

But he is out of his mind. We are not the defenders of Xuan Mansion. If Tuo Tuo Bu Hua wants to repeat his old tricks, we will let him have a taste of the power of cannon. "

"Hahaha……"

All the generals laughed, and Xie Youyuan laughed even more and said: "Sir, the Tatars' artillery can only hit three or four hundred steps if it is stretched to death. Our artillery can hit two miles. What can the Tatars do with us?" beat?"

Jia Yu glanced at him: "You kid, don't be too happy. Although our artillery is sharp, every time it fires, it consumes a portion of the medicine.

And there is no replenishment after the shot, so you must remember to use it sparingly, otherwise our artillery will become a fire stick when the shot is finished.

Especially you, Xie Youyuan, it is easy to get into trouble when a fight starts. You must pay attention to this. Do you understand? "

"Yes!"

Xie Youyuan, who was named by Jia Yu, smiled and touched the back of his head with an embarrassed smile.

Wu Yunchun also took the opportunity to say: "Sir, since it is determined that the focus of the Tatar attack is the West Gate, please leave the defense of the West Gate to Beizhi. As long as Beizhi is still alive, I will keep an eye on the West Gate for you!"

"and many more……"

When Xie Youyuan heard this, he became anxious and said quickly: "Lao Wu, how can you take my job? Didn't you agree that I should guard the west gate?
How come you were robbed? This is not kind! "

Wu Yunchun gave him a roll of his eyes, "You can pull him down. With your bad temper, if you are asked to guard Ximen, maybe in the middle of the battle, you will roll up your sleeves and go into battle to kill the enemy in person. Then Ximen will really If we fall, even ten of your heads won’t be enough to chop it off.”

"Who said that... who said that?"

Xie Youyuan became anxious upon hearing this and was about to argue with Wu Yunchun, but in the end it was Jia Yu who had the final say.

"Don't argue about this matter. Lao Wu, you have a calm temperament. You lead a thousand musketeers and a thousand sword shield soldiers to guard the east gate. Gu Ji, you also lead 2000 people to guard the south gate. Wang Changyou, you go guard At the north gate, Lao Xie and I will guard the west gate together."

"Sir, Ximen is too dangerous, you should let the humble guard guard it.

You are the commander-in-chief of the army, and our army cannot live without you! "

"You don't have to persuade me." Jia Yu waved her hand: "It is precisely because I am the commander-in-chief of the army that I have to personally guard Ximen.

Besides, I also want to meet this Mongolian Khan in person! "

Seeing that Jia Yu had made up her mind, everyone stopped trying to persuade her.

"Okay, don't hang around here anymore, let's go get busy!"

"Here!"

Seeing Jia Yu's order to expel guests, everyone dispersed and went about their business.

It's a new day again, and the sun still rises as usual.

Jia Yu put Na Muzhong on the bed again, trying to endure the exhaustion of her delicate body to help him get up. She put on her clothes, and then put on her armor under Su Rina's service before leaving the room.

When the door closed, Na Muzhong stared blankly in the direction Jia Yu left, not even knowing that the quilt slipped off, revealing her white and tender shoulders.

At this time, she even vaguely heard the sound of horns coming from the distance. Namuzhong knew that it was the horn sound of the Mongols gathering.

"Ketun...you should continue to rest for a while. You didn't get much rest last night." Suzina came over and said softly.

At this point, her face turned red.

"Ok!"

Namuzhong responded softly. At this time, she was so tired that she could hardly open her eyes.

After gently responding, he fell asleep.

As Namu Zhong's personal maid, Su Rina had to sleep in the same tent as Namu Zhong even if she slept at night, just in case her master called her in the middle of the night.

But these days, Suzina sleeps very late almost every day.

There was no way... Jia Jiangjun from Daxia was so energetic that he kept Namu Zhong up very late every night. Last night, he went too far. He didn't go to bed until almost dawn, which made her sleepless almost all night. Na Mu Zhong, the person involved, was so tired that it was difficult to even move her fingers.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

The sound of the horn still continued, but Namu Zhong, who had fallen deeply into a deep sleep, could no longer hear it.

The Mongolian soldiers outside the city poured out of their tents, and groups of soldiers began to assemble under the command of their respective centurions and thousands.

After about an hour, the tens of thousands of Mongolian troops finally assembled and began to slowly press towards the west gate. At the front of the team were dozens of completed return artillery pieces.

These [-]-[-] meters high and weighing over a thousand kilograms are so heavy that even if they are equipped with wheels, it would take more than ten oxen to pull them.

The Mongolian army had more than 50 artillery pieces. At one time, hundreds of cows pulled the huge artillery toward the west gate, causing dust and smoke to fill the sky. The movement was extremely loud.

Seeing the Mongol Tatars making such a movement, the faces of the defenders on the city also changed slightly, and many people began to become nervous.

Jia Yu, who was on the city gate tower, looked at the huge noise caused by the Mongols, but a trace of sneer rose in the corner of his mouth. The so-called return cannon was actually just a large trebuchet.

Maybe it was a very powerful weapon a hundred years ago, but now, this thing is already outdated. Fortunately, the Mongols still hold it as a treasure.

He picked up the walkie-talkie and said: "Attention to the artillery battalion...the target...the Tatar trebuchet...fire for me!"

On the city wall, after the artillery battalion commander Qu Lang heard the voice coming from the intercom, he raised the long knife in his hand high and roared at the top of his lungs:
"The entire artillery battalion has... a target... the Tatar artillery... fires..."

On the city wall, 36 Napoleon cannons were aimed at the fifty cannons below the city that were slowly coming towards the west gate and opened fire.

For a moment, fire exploded, and choking gunpowder smoke filled the air.

The white smoke from the artillery filled the city wall, and thick smoke enveloped the entire city wall.

The white smoke spread rapidly, blurring the vision like a mist, and there was a pungent smell in the thick smoke.

The twelve-pound projectile whizzing out of the barrel left a dark and cruel trajectory in the air. They are like fierce and ruthless sharp blades, traveling rapidly through the sky. Each projectile carries the power to destroy everything, leaving a whooshing sound in the air.

"Snapped……"

A retrograde cannon was accurately hit by a twelve-pound projectile flying at high speed. The retrograde cannon was scattered in all directions, and the scattered wooden frames were scattered on the ground.

The remaining shelves that survived were swaying in the wind like broken toys.

Under the attack of this sharp weapon, which was revered as the God of War in later generations, these returning artillery pieces that made great contributions to the Mongolian army more than 200 years ago lost their former glory.

After a volley of fire, three returning artillery pieces were beaten into wooden frames on the spot.

Not only that, those projectiles that did not hit the target flew around like rubber balls after hitting the ground, sweeping away the surrounding gunners and knocking down anything in front of it. They will not die until their kinetic energy is exhausted. Stop honestly.

"Reload!"

Although the first round of shelling destroyed three returning guns, Qu Lang on the city wall was not satisfied. With a sinking face, he issued another order.

Soon a gunner ran to the artillery and stuffed a piece of paper wrapped in cotton into the barrel to clean it.

Then the gunner stuffed a bag of black powder weighing about half a kilogram wrapped in oil paper into the barrel of the gun, and then stuffed a twelve-pound projectile into the barrel.

Immediately afterwards, the gunner began to measure and aim at the shooting target. After doing all this, the gunner used a sharp cone to penetrate the small hole in the gun emplacement, pierced the medicine package and inserted the fuse. After doing all this, , the gunner holding a torch behind him lit the fuse.

With a muffled sound, the muzzle vibrated violently, and a twelve-pound projectile ejected from the barrel. It cut through the air and flew towards the enemy.

The projectile is like an arrow leaving the string, drawing a beautiful trajectory in the air.

It quickly shuttles across the battlefield, and its speed is so fast that it is difficult to catch. Even after it hit the target, it still kept jumping in the bloody scene.

Screams rang out one after another. The Mongolian gunners who were hit could not bear the severe pain at all, so they let out shrill screams.

Blood spurted out from their wounds, leaving bright red blood stains on the ground.

Accompanied by the constant explosions on the city wall, watching the cannons one after another being destroyed by the opponent's artillery before they reached the firing distance, Tuo TuoBuHua's heart felt like a knife was being cut, and his face was ugly. He almost broke all the teeth in his teeth.

"How is it possible...how can Daxia's artillery be so sharp?
How dare they...they... dare to do this? "

At this time, Qinggeltai galloped up to him and said loudly: "Great Khan... order the withdrawal of the troops quickly. Daxia's artillery is too sharp, and our returning artillery can't go up at all!"

Tuotuo Buhua held the riding whip tightly in his right hand and stared at the thick smoke rising from the wall of Xuanfu in the distance. His face, which had always been fierce and fierce, was now full of pain and entanglement.

"I'm not willing to... why... why is this happening?" Tuo Tuo Bu Hua still couldn't accept it.

He is not an ignorant person, and he has not seen Daxia's artillery before.

However, Daxia's artillery was not only very heavy and inconvenient to move, but the distance between firing was also very long. Each firing required at least one or two cups of tea.

But now, the artillery on the city head fires every dozens of breaths.

Although he was unwilling to admit it, he knew in his heart that under such intensive firepower, the return fire he had always been proud of would become a luxury, let alone exchange fire with the other party. Even getting close to the city wall would become a luxury. How can we fight a war?
"Khan, now is not the time to give in. The most important thing is to get those gunners to withdraw quickly!"

Qinggeltai's voice rang in Tuotuo Buhua's ears, and his angry shouts also made Tuotuo Buhua realize that if he hesitated again, he would just fire back, but those gunners who had finally been trained with great difficulty All must be lost here.

After waking up, Tuotuo Buhua was no longer willing to give in, so he could only give the order to retreat.

As the desolate horn sounded, the gunners, who had been blown away by the blast, dropped their cannons and ran towards the back as if they were receiving an amnesty.

When the gunners returned to the camp, Tuotuo Fuhua counted the number of people and found that in less than a quarter of an hour, one-third of the thousands of hard-trained gunners had been lost. I feel so heartbroken if I can’t take off my flowers.

He forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and said in a deep voice: "Qinggeltai, let the people of each tribe start preparing!"

"Yes!"

Along with the desolate sound of horns and the returning gunners who began to retreat, the defenders on the city wall saw groups of Mongolian soldiers beginning to gather, and ladders began to appear in everyone's sight.

Soon, one after another Mongolian soldiers began to attack the west city gate under the leadership of their respective officers. At the same time, several groups of Mongolian cavalry mounted their horses and stared at the city quietly.

Soon, accompanied by the sound of horns, groups of Mongolian soldiers shouted and began to rush towards the west city gate carrying ladders.

Seeing the Mongolian attack, the artillery on the city wall opened fire first.

With each roar, black projectiles suddenly shot out from the city wall, flashing a brief but fascinating light in the sun.

Whenever a projectile hits the ground, it will start to ricochet and then draw a long bloody trail, destroying everyone or objects it encounters.

However, the Mongols were not fools. After understanding the power of artillery, they quickly subconsciously dispersed the formation, and the distance between the ladders was also increased.

As a result, the artillery's hit rate began to decrease significantly.

Seeing this, Jia Yu quickly ordered the bombardment to stop. After all, the ammunition they carried was limited and they could not afford to do this.

Without the restraint of artillery, the Mongols moved faster. In just over ten minutes, countless Mongolian soldiers rushed to the bottom of the city wall on ladders.

"Musketeers ready!"

Seeing the Mongols rushing to the city, many officers began to issue orders. The musketeers who were originally hiding behind the battlements leaned out and opened fire below.

"Bump...bump..."

Along with the bursts of smoke, many Mongolian soldiers were shot and fell to the ground.

Because the musketeers were condescending and located in a relatively safe place, the musketeers were able to shoot calmly. For a time, the casualties of the Mongolian soldiers began to increase sharply.

Just when everyone thought that the Mongols would continue to attack the city in this way, suddenly... several groups of Mongolian cavalry began to appear in front and began to charge towards the city wall on horseback.

"My dear...are these Mongolian Tatars crazy, using cavalry to attack the city?" A Qianhu who was directing the battle looked at the cavalry rushing towards the city wall in surprise and laughed and cursed.

But as soon as his voice fell, he saw the Mongolian cavalry rushing under the city wall suddenly change direction, from head-on to sideways, and then those Mongolian cavalry who were originally hiding under the horse's belly suddenly stood up and bent their bows. The arrow was shot towards the city wall.

(End of this chapter)