My Red Mansion Career

Chapter 167 Dilemma
"Duh duh duh... duh duh duh..."

A rain of arrows shot towards the city wall.

It has to be said that the Mongols are indeed a nation born on horseback.

Charging, hiding, turning, shooting and other actions were completed in one go. The dense rain of arrows hit the city head, catching the musketeers by surprise.

"what……"

On the top of the city, a musketeer who accidentally poked his head out let out a scream, and the musket in his hand fell to the ground. He covered his neck with both hands, and an arrow pierced deeply into his neck. When he got in, blood kept gushing out from his neck, and he looked like he was going to die.

A commander-in-chief ran over, checked the musketeer, and said quickly: "Quickly...carry the man down."

Jia Yu, who was standing on the city gate tower, could clearly see the situation below. Seeing the skillful volleys and dense rain of arrows from the Mongolian cavalry, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

He could even see many angry musketeers on the city wall raising their muskets and firing at the cavalry below the city. However, the accuracy of this musket imitating the Brown Bess flintlock was not very good, and it had to target fast When shooting at a moving target, the accuracy is naturally conceivable.

Therefore, although the musketeers at the top of the city kept shooting, only a few hit them.

Seeing this, Jia Yu was shocked.

The Mongolians' riding and shooting skills are really amazing. No wonder Xuanfu and Tongguan fell one after another as soon as the [-] troops came out.

Emotionally, they first used cavalry to suppress the defenders at the top of the city with bows and arrows, and then the dismounted soldiers could calmly use ladders and other siege equipment to attack the city.

What's more, they also have the siege weapon of the Huihui artillery, which is indeed a crushing blow to the defenders who lack artillery.

"We can't continue fighting like this. The ammunition carried by the army cannot afford such a waste." Seeing the musketeers shooting at the cavalry running back and forth under the city, but most of them fired empty guns, Jia Yu frowned even more. Tight.

At this time, the Mongolian soldiers below the city had set up ladders, and soldiers began to climb up the ladders towards the city wall.

At the same time, several groups of Mongolian cavalry rushed towards the city wall. It was obvious that they wanted to increase their suppression efforts to cover the siege soldiers and successfully attack the city wall.

Seeing this scene, Xie Youyuan, who was commanding the counterattack, became even more anxious and kept ordering the soldiers to speed up their firing rate. Unfortunately, the busier they got, the more mistakes they made, and the soldiers' hit rate became even lower.

"Stop shooting!"

Seeing this, Jia Yu knew that she couldn't continue fighting like this.

It was obvious that the Mongols wanted to use this method to consume the ammunition of the defenders. Once the ammunition of the musketeers was exhausted, they had no other choice but to kill them at the neck.

"Xie Youyuan, order the musketeers to stop shooting."

Jia Yu went down to the city gate, found Xie Youyuan who was directing soldiers to shoot on the city wall, and gave direct instructions.

"You ask the musketeers to retreat immediately, and then form a team of five. Everyone loads their ammunition and retreats to the ladder set up by the Tatars..."

"Sir...is this okay?" Xie Youyuan asked with some uncertainty.

Jia Yu waved her hand: "Don't worry so much, just do as I say."

"Here!"

Although Xie Youyuan was still a little hesitant, since the Lord had given the order, he could only obey and began to issue orders to the officers and soldiers on the city wall.

Soon, the Mongols were surprised to find that the Daxia musketeers who were desperately shooting at them from the top of the city all shrank back and never showed their heads again. This also caused the Mongolian cavalry wandering under the city wall to suddenly lose their target. .

Unknowingly, they immediately let out bursts of cheers. In their opinion, these Daxia soldiers had been frightened by their skillful riding and shooting skills and did not dare to show their faces again.

The inspired siege soldiers also cheered loudly. They shouted one after another and accelerated towards the top of the city.

Tuotuobuhua, who was fighting outside the city wall two miles away, first rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and then after confirming it, he burst into laughter, pointed at the top of the city and shouted fiercely:
"Order our warriors to seize the opportunity to attack the city. The first one to attack the city will be one hundred cattle and sheep each, and ten Han prisoners and women each!"

After Tuo Tuo Bu Hua's order was conveyed to the front, it aroused bursts of cheers.

Soon, No. 1 Mongolian soldier who climbed to the top of the city appeared.

This Mongolian soldier climbed up from the city wall on the left. First, a Mongolian soldier appeared from the ladder mouth holding a round shield and a half-moon hatchet in his right hand. He had a thick head and neck, a full beard, and his face. With a few deep scars, he was a brave man at first glance.

He first used a round shield to protect himself in front of him to prevent the defenders on the opposite side from attacking him with weapons.

Then he held a hatchet in his right hand, shouted loudly, jumped down from the top of the city, and finally stood on the wall.

But then something surprised him. The various swords, guns and axes he expected did not hit him.

When he looked up, he saw ten steps away from him on the opposite side. Five musketeers in red and white military uniforms were looking at him coldly, with the black muzzles of their guns pointed at him.

"not good!"

Without having time to think about it, he placed the buckler on the parapet without thinking.

At the same time, I heard a team leader on the opposite side shout.

Then he only heard two gunshots, but two muskets fired at the same time, and the pungent smoke and gunpowder smell spread across the city.

Although this Mongolian soldier was wearing iron armor, which is rare among Mongolian soldiers, and he was holding a round shield in his hand.

But at such a close distance, two muskets came at him at once. Not to mention the shield in his hand, even the armor on his body was broken open. Two huge bloody holes were made in his body at the same time, and the bones in his chest were broken. They were all shattered into pieces.

Under the huge impact, the Mongolian soldier's body was thrown backwards. His body hit the battlements, and then fell forward to the ground with a bounce.

His head was tilted, his mouth and eyes were wide open, and a large amount of blood clots poured out of his mouth. He was already dead.

But even though he killed a Mongolian soldier who climbed to the top of the city, the corps commander was not only unhappy, but yelled at one of the soldiers, "You are so blind, who asked you to shoot?"

In the prior order, when facing enemy soldiers climbing up the city wall, only one person could fire at a time. If the enemy was not hit, or the enemy could continue to attack them, the No. 2 musketeer could fire again.

The reason for this provision is to ensure continuous shooting. Otherwise, once all the ammunition of the five musketeers is used up and the enemies continue to climb up, they will be dumbfounded.

But the musketeer who was originally a candidate just now became nervous and pulled the trigger in his hand.

"What the hell are you doing here? Why don't you quickly retreat and reload your ammunition!" The corps commander was so angry that he kicked the musketeer in the butt.

The two soldiers quickly stepped aside and started loading the medicine.

In this short period of time, seven or eight more Mongolian soldiers jumped from the three ladders on the left side.

Not only that, but on the right side and the middle section of the city wall, more than ten Mongolian soldiers also jumped from the ladder. But going over there is the defense area of ​​several other teams.

At this time, almost 20 Mongolian soldiers had jumped off the city wall, and there were more soldiers climbing and jumping from the ladder behind.

These Mongolian soldiers who were the first to jump onto the city wall were all the bravest soldiers from the Chahar Tribe, Jungar Tribe and other tribes. They wore iron armor that was rare among the Mongols and were armed with heavy half-moon axes, maces and other heavy weapons. .

These Mongolian soldiers were not only brave, but also had extremely rich combat experience. When they successfully jumped from the ladder to the city wall, they did not rush forward immediately, but quickly gathered together.

Because past experience tells them that in large-scale battles, no matter how brave the brave people are, they are no match for the soldiers forming a military formation.

Therefore, no matter which army it is, it has become the instinct of all soldiers to form a military formation whenever they have the opportunity. This is a lesson that countless soldiers have learned with their blood.

Unfortunately, sometimes experience can be deceiving.

When faced with hot weapons, the gathered people became the most obvious targets.

Seeing these Mongolian soldiers gathered together, the musketeers on the city wall all showed ferocious smiles.

"Fire!"

"Bang bang bang... bang bang..."

The sound of musket firing resounded from everywhere on the city walls.

If the musketeers just now missed the mark nine times out of ten when they fired at the cavalry hundreds of steps away from the city, in this almost face-to-face situation, they all became sharpshooters.

With the loud gunfire, the Mongolian soldiers who gathered together had almost no ability to resist or hide, and could only be beaten to death.

Of course, these Mongolian soldiers did not try to resist.

They waved their shields or crouched down, hoping that the armor on their bodies would protect them, but they were all disappointed.

At a distance of less than ten meters, the power of the musket was maximized. No matter how thick their shields or armor were, they could only watch themselves being beaten to death without exception.

For a time, the city wall was littered with corpses of Mongolian soldiers covered in blood holes. Blood flowed everywhere, and the death was extremely miserable.

Some soldiers who were not dead yet were still screaming loudly.

At this time, the Mongolian soldiers who climbed up from the ladder before jumping off the city wall saw this shocking tragic scene on the ladder.

They couldn't understand why all the people in front of them were dead in less than a few dozen breaths as they followed closely behind.

But they soon understood, because they saw the rows of black gun muzzles not far away.

"It's a fire gun...be careful with Nanmanzi's fire gun!"

It's a pity that they understood it too late. With the sound of sporadic gunshots, these Mongolian soldiers standing on the ladder all followed in the footsteps of their previous companions.

The Mongolian soldiers at the rear did not know what was happening on the city wall. Seeing the Mongolian soldiers jumping into the city wall so smoothly, the Mongolian soldiers below all cheered.

At this time, Totuo Buhua had already begun to move forward. At this time, he watched a steady stream of soldiers climbing up the city wall, his face flushed with excitement.

According to his experience over the years, when the war reaches this point, it is only a matter of time before the city is broken. It won't take long for the Mongolian warriors who are the first to jump off the city wall to kill the Daxia soldiers guarding the city and open the city gate. Then the Mongol army outside the city poured into the city.

But as time went by, something puzzled him. Although there was still a steady stream of Mongolian soldiers climbing to the top of the city, the west gate was still firmly in the hands of the Daxia people.

And those city walls were like a bottomless black hole, swallowing up all the Mongolian armies that jumped up.

Yes, it is devouring.

There was no sound of fighting or cursing, only gunfire from time to time reminded them that there was still a battle going on above.

Gradually, time passed slowly.

The cheers of the Mongolians below the city slowly turned from deafening to silent, and everyone looked up at the city wall in disbelief.

More than half an hour passed. There were at least 4000 to [-] Mongolian soldiers who had stormed the city wall, but there was still no movement at the top of the city. It seemed to have turned into a man-hungry black hole, and no matter how many people went up, they would be swallowed up.

The Mongolians' mood also changed from excitement to surprise, and finally to fear.

"Devil... there must be a devil up there, they are devouring the lives of Mongolian warriors!"

Facing the fear of the unknown, the Mongols were afraid.

At first, some Mongolian soldiers refused to climb the city wall. Although the captains of ten and even centurions behind them kept yelling and scolding, some people still refused the order.

Faced with this situation, many grumpy Mongolian officers began to take out their scimitars and beheaded several people in succession. Only then were they able to suppress the rioting soldiers.

But even so, panic began to spread. After all, the unknown is the most terrifying thing.

Soon, leaders of Zhungeer, Uliangha, Zhelmei and other tribes arrived one after another.

"Great Khan, we can't go on like this. No matter how many warriors we have, we can't fill it in!" Pai Wutu, the leader of the Zhungeer tribe, shouted distressedly.

In this southern invasion, apart from the Chahar tribe, his tribe sent the largest number of troops, with more than 1 soldiers.

But unfortunately, their tribe also suffered the largest casualties, only under the Chahar tribe.

Since the war started, there are only more than 1 people left out of more than 6000 people.

Such heavy casualties made Pai Wutu so distressed that he could hardly breathe.

These dead soldiers were all the most elite young men of the Zhungar tribe. Once the casualties were too large, the Chahar tribe would be severely weakened. At that time, other tribes who usually had grudges against them would definitely take the opportunity to add insult to injury.

Killing someone while he is sick is not just something people in Daxia would say, the Mongolians understand this very well.

Looking at the tribal leaders who all begged him to retreat, Tuotuo Buhua wanted to take out the scimitar from his waist and chop them all.

But reason told him that if he did this, this alliance of more than a dozen tribes would fall apart in an instant, and his efforts of more than 20 years would be in vain.

What should be done, Tuotuo Buhua fell into deep thought...

(End of this chapter)