Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 183 Dark clouds over the city 2
  You Jiaxi and Wang Jin, who were on duty tonight, were patrolling the city wall when they suddenly saw a horseman rushing out from the edge of the forest with a torch. Then he threw the torch, raised his bow and nocked an arrow, and looked at the sky to shoot a ringing dynamite.

The sharp whistle pierced the night sky and spread far into the city.

The two of them rushed to the wall to take a look, only to hear the faint sound of horse hooves in the distance, getting closer and closer. Apparently the Tatars saw that there was no hope of a sneak attack, so they simply rushed over.

The army's scouting horses there were familiar with the layout of the trench. They circled around the edge and approached the south gate, where they were hoisted up in bamboo baskets by the defenders on the city.

"Two generals, the Tatars...the Tatar vanguard is here!"

"how many people?"

"About three thousand."

"Shoot the dysprosium and beat the drum." Youjia shouted happily.
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  Dai Qin, the first general of the Tatar-Zibalhu tribe in the Liaodong grassland, spat in annoyance. A good night attack was actually noticed by the Han people's scouting horses, but it didn't matter. He stepped over the low horse just like last time. City wall, cut off the heads of Han soldiers, I wonder if I can taste the clean and sweet Han women this time, hehe.

"Battle, Dele! (Warriors, charge)" Dai Qin looked at the lights on the city and roared. With a wave of his scimitar, three thousand Tatars pulled out a long rope from the north, east and west. Arc, rushing towards Shifang Temple Castle.

Many empty horses were also tied with long siege ladders. They were confident that they could set foot on the Han people's city with only this simplest tool.

Suddenly there were crashing sounds all around, followed by the sound of people falling to the ground, horses whining, and knights screaming.

Two or three hundred Tatars, who were the fastest, stepped straight into the ditch that had been dug. The knights fell far away and fell to the ground. Some of them broke their necks and waists, and some even broke their limbs. Screaming on the ground. The rear rider couldn't rein in his horse in time, so he yelled and fell down a group of others.

This group was unlucky. Because they had slowed down, most of them fell into the ditch. They were either pierced by bamboo sticks or hit by people and horses falling from behind. For a while, there was a chorus of curses, screams, and calls for help.

Dai Qin has always been respected as the number one general of Barhu. He has never suffered such a big loss. Fortunately, he has a good war horse and even better riding skills. When he saw a trap in front of him, he picked up the reins and jumped over, narrowly escaping. Jie, yelling angrily.

He reluctantly stopped his forward momentum, ordered people to carry the wounded, and carefully explored the way back.

Boom boom boom, the catapult threw a dozen huge fireballs tied with bamboo and wood far away, illuminating the battlefield, but dozens or hundreds of Tatars fell to the ground and could not get up.

The soldiers above the city were lying beside the wall. Although they couldn't see clearly what was going on below, they could still imagine what was going on when they heard the screams one after another, which was enough for them to laugh and dance.

"These sand sculptures." Jia Cong led Su Can and others up the city wall slowly, looked at the scene below, and sneered.

"The Tatars have not attacked the city for many years and have forgotten how powerful the trenches are." Youjia said with a smile.

Jia Cong looked at the Tatar soldiers lying on the ground and screamed. He was about to order someone to shoot him, but then gave up the idea.

Everyone wondered: "Sir, our trenches are almost all dug within one arrow, why don't we order people to shoot the wounded Tatar soldiers?"

Jia Cong sneered: "Why kill them? The wounded can only eat but cannot fight. They also need to be divided into separate troops to take care of them. Moreover, the wounded soldiers wailing in the camp can also severely weaken the enemy's morale. It is more beneficial to me to keep them."

Everyone suddenly realized it and raised their hands and said: "Your Excellency is wise!"

Wang Jinlao was greatly relieved and said with a smile: "You are a born general!"

Jia Cong smiled at everyone and said: "I'm going to take a rest in the building. Look at this, the enemy won't dare to enter again. You divide into two groups and take turns watching. Don't forget to light the beacon." After that, he got in. In the city gate tower, he closed his eyes and meditated as if nothing happened.

The Art of War says that the general will be the spirit of the army! The general's affairs should be kept quiet and secluded, and upright should be managed.

Therefore, Jia Cong must show strategic contempt for the enemy and remain calm, so that the confidence of the soldiers will double.

Now everyone had a brief discussion and divided into two shifts.

You Jiaxi, Wang Jin, Deng Lei, Zhang Yi, Monk Kongxing, and Wang Fei all formed a group.

Yu Hong, Su Can, Zhao Lingkong, Wei Wuji, Lei Tai, and Xie Hui all formed the same squad.

"Lao Yu, you go down and have a rest. Coach Wang and I will just keep an eye on it." You Jia said happily.

Yu Hong and others nodded and left with their songs.

A huge flame rose into the sky from the beacon tower, and the huge flame lit up the night sky like a small sun.

On the mountain peaks a few miles away to the south, a ball of fire lit up, but within a moment, the news of the Tatar attack had turned into flames and spread throughout Liaodong.
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  Boom, boom, boom!

Jia Cong was lying high in the city gate tower when he was awakened by a sound as heavy as thunder. A carp stood up and shouted: "What's the matter?"

Yan Shuangying hurriedly said: "Go back to Third Master, the Tatar army has arrived."

Jia Cong hurriedly went out to observe the formation. He saw a few miles away to the north, a large mass of cavalry, stretching into the sky like a black cloud. More than 100,000 Tatars simultaneously waved their scimitars and slapped their scabbards, making a neat and dull battle sound. .

Even before the battle started, people were already frightened. The small Shifang Temple Castle was like a small boat in front of a huge wave, and the whole city was trembling slightly. Dark clouds are threatening to destroy the city!
  Jia Cong took a deep breath, is this an army of 100,000?

"My lord, the Tatar army has arrived. Please tell me." You Jia came over happily and said in a deep voice.

Jia Cong said: "Don't worry, let's see how they deal with the trench. They can't fly over."

The Shifang Temple Fort is located in a central position, with its front and sides narrow, and a maximum of two to three thousand cavalry can be deployed. A hundred thousand troops look scary, and they cannot all be put into the battlefield. Moreover, there are many trenches dividing the battlefield.

I saw half of the Tatar cavalry split up and set up tents and camp two miles away. The other half continued to approach and stopped a stone's throw away from the castle. It forms a semicircle to surround the north, east and west sides of the fort.

Suddenly I heard a Tatar officer raise his hand and shout, Peng Peng Peng! Countless sharp arrows blocked the sky and sun, and shot onto the wall at the same time.

"Third Master, be careful!" Zhang Yuanba quickly raised a shield the size of a door panel to protect Jia Cong.

The soldiers on the wall hurriedly squatted down and hid behind the battlements.

Take, take, take! The sound of arrows hitting like a heavy rain came, and the iron-wrapped shield in Zhang Yuanba's hand had countless small pits.

Jia Cong pushed aside his shield and came out, and saw hundreds of Tatars advancing slowly with long spears, stabbing at the ground, destroying the traps, and exploring the way for the army.

Seeing the defenders raising their heads, the Tatar officer shouted again and shot countless sharp arrows, suppressing the frontier troops so that they could not raise their heads.

Do Tatars also know how to suppress fire? Jia Cong sneered and shouted: "Get ready for the arrow tower! No need to shoot at the enemy, just shoot the Tatars who are exploring the way!"

"Got the order!" Hundreds of people with excellent archery skills picked up the divine arm bows issued by Jia Cong and began to fight back.

The Divine Arm Bow is actually a hand crossbow. It is exquisitely designed, extremely powerful, and can be pulled by one person. It has a range of more than 300 steps. It can penetrate iron armor like straw paper. When a round of arrows rain down, dozens of Tatars will be felled in an instant.

The Tatar general was furious and shouted loudly to fight back, but their bow power was limited and due to the angle, it was impossible to hit the arrow tower in the city. Arrows rained down in rounds, but none of them hit the arrows.

Jia Cong and others were convinced that the Tatars were not as powerful as the legend said.

"Come here, use the eight-niu bed crossbow to shoot me hard!" Jia Cong shouted.

Immediately, the crossbow sergeant stood up, several people held up shields to protect them, several people rushed in front of the crossbow, and turned the winches on both sides with force. With a squeaking sound, the bowstring slowly opened, and the big killer in the cold weapon era gradually revealed its ferocious fangs. .

"shoot!"

Dozens of soldiers raised their mallets at the same time and knocked down the machine.

Pong!
  Forty or fifty crossbow arrows turned into black light and shot out from between the wall stacks.

Hiss! There was the sound of flesh being torn apart and silk being torn, blood was flying in the Tatar formation, people were on their backs, and hundreds of Tatars and horses were easily penetrated by crossbow arrows.

As if being shocked by the power of the crossbow, the Tatars' formation was slightly scattered amidst the unanimous exclamations. They couldn't help but retreat slightly, and even forgot to fight back immediately.

Jia Cong laughed loudly and said: "I'll shoot the arrow tower and bed crossbow hard! The rest of them have been hidden by me!"

"Got the order!" The sergeants shouted loudly, gradually entering a state of war, and arrows were shot out continuously, shooting down many Tatars immediately.

There was a burst of curses among the Tatar army, and they fired arrows back without being outdone.

Jia Cong sat leisurely under the wall, with Zhang Yuanba's shield on his head. He was determined that with the few weapons the Tatars had, let alone attacking the city, he would first fill up the trench below with corpses!

"Sir! Look!" You Jiaxi pointed to the Tatar army camp at the rear and saw dozens of tanks over one foot tall being quickly assembled in it.

"This is a chariot! There are four wheels under the chariot. There is a roof-shaped wooden frame on the chariot, which is covered with rawhide and coated with mud. People move under its cover and can use it to transport soil and fill ditches, etc." Wang Jin explained. road.

Sure enough, all the Tatar pathfinders had withdrawn, shrank under the car and approached again. This time, the arrows fired from the city could no longer prevent them from destroying the trenches and sinking into them.

Jia Congyue killed his crossbow and arrow tower, ignoring the chariot and shooting at the Tatar formation.

Under the blows of several rounds of divine arm bows and bed crossbows, no matter how brave the Tatars were, they had to retreat and dodge.

Everyone on the wall watched helplessly as the Tatars under the truck came in and out, dumping truckloads of soil into the trenches. At this rate, by evening at most, all the trenches would have been filled in and no longer existed. The hit rate of the catapult is not high, and it cannot prevent it.

As the last ray of the sun disappeared in the sky, a burst of cheers broke out in the Tatar formation, and the trench was finally filled.

A brutal siege is coming.

(End of this chapter)