Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 185 Fiery Hell 1
  At the city gate, four or five sergeants were holding cans of kerosene and smashing them against the crashing car.

An old soldier shouted: "Bring the torch."

"Here we come!" A sergeant ran over holding a torch. As soon as he responded, a sharp arrow shot from the ladder truck and pierced his chest.

"Second baby!" the veteran shouted, rushing over and pulling him to hide under the wall.

"Quickly, burn the car." Erwa spat out blood and raised the torch in his hand.

With tears in his eyes, the veteran took the torch from his hand, went out and threw it on the hood of the crashed car.

collapse! The torch bounced off the rawhide stretched over the hood of the car, and the contact time was too short to ignite.

The soldiers did not believe in evil and threw seven or eight torches, but they all bounced away from the cowhide.

Boom boom! The huge wood under the crashed car kept hitting the city gate, as if it sounded the death knell of the defenders!
  "I'm going to kill your ancestors!" the old soldier roared and shrank under the wall, picked up two cans of kerosene and poured it on himself.

"Old Niu! What are you doing?" Several people were frightened by him and hurriedly pulled him.

"Get out of here!" The veteran threw away the crowd and smiled miserably: "You report to the defense master, Lao Niu will defend the city gate to the death!" After saying that, he picked up the torch and raised it to his body, and the flames immediately engulfed him.

Lao Niu mustered up his courage, roared, climbed down the city wall, spread his limbs and threw himself on the roof of the crashing car. This time, he was not bounced off by the car's hood.

The Tatars seemed to be shocked by Lao Niu's brutal behavior. They shouted loudly and tried to take down the burning man with swords and guns. However, before they could make it in time, the roof of the car was already on fire.

When Jia Cong saw this scene from a distance, he was shocked and hurt, filled with grief and anger. He held the gun barrel in his hand squeaking, but his heart calmed down.

Looking up, he saw that all three city walls were attacked indiscriminately. There were more than ten gaps in each city wall. The Tatars continued to attack and competed with the border soldiers for the city wall. The situation on the east and west walls is particularly severe and in danger.

Jia Cong instantly understood the situation. If the Tatars on the city wall were not cleared as soon as possible, the city would be destroyed. He shouted hurriedly: "Monk, Wang Fei! You two will lead people to support the east wall!"

"Get the order!" The 64-pound water-milled iron Zen rod danced like a lamp grass in Kongxing's hand. The small iron rings at the two ends of the Zen rod kept clashing and jingling. Seven or eight Tatars were shoveled away in an instant, and all those caught were killed immediately. .

"Wang Fei, come with me!" Kongxing shouted and walked away. Wang Fei held a two-foot dagger, suppressed his fear, waved his hand and led the prisoners to follow.

Jia Cong led his soldiers and rushed to Wang Jin's side, shouting: "Master, hold on! I'll clean up the Western Wall first."

"You just go!" Wang Jin shouted, his arms struggled, and the spear in his hand turned into thousands of pythons like a living thing, covering the area several feet around, piercing the Tatar's eye sockets, throat, and chest, and at the same time took the time to deflect arrows shot from all around.

Good marksmanship! Jia Cong glanced enviously and rushed towards the west wall.

As soon as he ran a few feet away, a scimitar struck him on the head. Seven or eight Tatars climbed up from under the wall and slashed at Jia Cong and others.

Sand sculpture! Jia Cong ignored his scimitar and pierced the Tatar's throat with one shot. At the same time, there was a clang on his head, a slight shock, and a knife mark. Phew, a broken knife tried to chop off my helmet.

Seeing several more Tatars rushing towards him, Jia Cong shouted: "Yuanba! You go to the Western Wall first!"

"Third Master..." Zhang Yuanba hesitated for a moment, then swung his hammer and knocked away a Tatar who had just climbed up the wall.

"Go!" Jia Cong said angrily.

"Yes! Shuangying, you must protect the Third Master Zhouquan!" Zhang Yuanba shouted, beating and beating him all the way, and ran towards the west wall. Wherever he passed, the Tatars were all gone.

Jia Cong, supported by Yan Shuangying and other personal soldiers, formed a battle formation to quickly clean up the Tatar soldiers who kept pouring into the city.     Swish, swish! The Tatars on the ladder car saw that Jia Cong had bright armor and personal soldiers. He was obviously a big shot. They quickly attached their arrows and shot at him.

"Third Master, be careful!" A soldier realized something was wrong and rushed forward, blocking Jia Cong's left side.

After a few soft dings, the soldier was shot into a hedgehog.

"Third Master, be careful!" Yan Shuangying waited for him to react, quickly raised his shield to protect Jia Cong, and shrank under the wall.

Suddenly, I heard the continuous sound of the bowstring of the divine arm on the arrow tower, and dozens of crossbow arrows covered the ladder cart that had just attacked Jia Cong. Seven or eight Tatars fell down in response to the string, and were thrown off the cart by the powerful impact of the crossbow arrows.
  "Third Master, it's okay." Yan Shuangying reached out and touched Jia Cong's body. He was relieved when he saw that he was okay.

Jia Cong shook his head and pulled the soldier who was hit by the arrow just now, and saw that he was moaning softly. Fortunately, the arrows were all shot in the chest and abdomen. Because they penetrated the iron armor, the arrowheads did not penetrate deeply into the flesh, so there was no serious injury.

Jia Cong smiled and said: "Handsome guy, aren't you afraid of death if you block the arrow like this?"

Leng Shuai shook his head and said: "As long as the third master is fine, I will die without regrets."

Jia Cong patted his shoulder and said, "Carry him down and treat his injury."

After speaking, he stood up and shouted: "Use gunpowder jars to blow up all the Tatar siege engines for me."

"Yes!" The sergeants agreed loudly, took out the gunpowder jar, lit the fuse, and threw it onto the ladder truck.

The Tatar instinctively felt that something was not good, and it was too late to sneak out of the car. He only heard a few loud bangs, and four or five ladder trucks on the north wall had been cut off by the explosion. A dozen Tatars were It exploded into the sky, and then more than a dozen cans of kerosene and countless torches were thrown on, and suddenly there were several huge pillars of fire on the battlefield.

The frontier troops on the east and west walls followed suit. In less than a cup of tea, more than ten ladder trucks fell into a sea of ​​flames, and the Tatar offensive suddenly stalled.

The soldiers on the wall cheered in unison, their morale was boosted, and they drove the Tatars off the city wall in one go.

Jia Cong worked up his courage and lifted the last Tatar in front of him off the city wall. He took a few big breaths, and deep fatigue came over him. The blood-stained gun barrel in his hand could no longer be held, and it fell to the ground with a clang. He quickly supported him.

"Third Master, look! The Tatars are retreating." Yan Shuangying pointed to the bottom of the city. The Tatars were retreating like the tide.

Jia Cong shook his head. Although he had been training hard for several months, his body was too small after all, and his physical strength was far less than when he was at his peak. After looking at the sun in the west, I finally got through today. The Tatars' siege equipment had all been destroyed and they did not dare to attack at night.

"Sir, are you okay?" Wang Jin came over and held Jia Cong in his arms.

"It's okay, I'm just a little tired." Jia Cong said, "Let's take a rest first and finish our meal before we talk."

The soldiers of the border army cheered and helped the gang leader carry the food.

All the generals gathered around Jia Cong, sat on the ground, and ate in silence. Their faces were all heavy. Today, the Tatars seemed to underestimate the enemy. They only sent three thousand-man troops to attack. As a result, the siege vehicles were destroyed and they were forced to retreat. What about tomorrow? ?
  Jia Cong took two bites of the cake, picked up a piece of pork and chewed it, and said vaguely: "How are the casualties today?"

You Jiaxi sighed and said: "Preliminary count shows that 85 people were killed, 31 were seriously injured, and 176 were slightly injured. Fortunately, most of them are prisoners, and many of the soldiers have been approved for heavy armor, so the casualties are not large."

Jia Cong frowned and said, "How are the Tatar casualties?"

Youjia said happily: "There are more than 800 Tatar corpses left on the battlefield, plus some wounded people who were snatched back, the casualties are at least more than 1000."

Jia Cong breathed a sigh of relief. This casualty ratio was acceptable and worthy of the money he spent.

(End of this chapter)