Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 188 Fiery Hell 4
  Jia Cong raised his eyes and glanced around. After fighting all morning, there were still seven or eight ladder trucks in the field. The pressure on the north and east sides of the city had been greatly reduced, but only the west side was still very tight.

Although troops from the south were mobilized to support, after all, only Zhao Lingkong and Zhang Yi were guarding the area. Without one general, the pressure was much greater.

At this time, Zhao and Zhang were already locked in a fierce battle. Each of them was guarding one side. The soldiers around them fell one by one, and more than a dozen Tatars surrounded them.

Zhang Yi fought hard for a long time, panting like an ox, with a few arrows stuck in his body, but he did not panic in his heart. Instead of retreating, he advanced. He turned the mace around his waist and swept through thousands of troops with one move, killing three The Tatars and the other Tatars hurriedly took a few steps back and slightly relaxed the encirclement.

Zhang Yi kept making progress, twisting his body and hitting his head with a stick!
  when! There was a loud noise, but it was blocked by a Tatar general with an iron rod.

Zhang Yi felt a slight numbness in the tiger's mouth and shouted: "Good strength! Take another hit from me!" Another blow came down.

The Tatar general's stick skills were very exquisite and he could change his moves very quickly. He didn't try hard with him, but just tapped his heart.

Zhang Yi had been fighting hard for half a day, his physical strength was exhausted, and his response was a little slow, but he was attacked first by the opponent. With the strength of the Tatar, if he was stabbed firmly by his iron rod, even if he was wearing iron armor, he would not die. Also seriously injured.

In desperation, Zhang Yi had no choice but to abandon the mace and retreat quickly.

Suddenly he stumbled and stumbled over a corpse. Why! Zhang Yi shouted loudly, his center of gravity was unstable, and he fell backwards, secretly thinking that my life is over, alas, brother Cong, my brother took a step first.

Before he died, he turned around and looked at the arrow tower where Jia Cong was, but he happened to see three sharp arrows coming through the air like black lightning!

When the Tatar saw Zhang Yi tripping, he was very happy. He took a step forward, pointed it at his head, and hit him with a stick. No matter what iron hat you wore, one stick would definitely make your head explode.

Whoosh whoosh! Arrows flew across the sky.

With three clicks, the first arrow penetrated the Tatar's ribs, and the second and third arrows penetrated his neck and head respectively! It was obviously Jie Hui who made a remote rescue.

Two more arrows followed, piercing the Tatar's vest almost at the same time, but it was Wang Jin who swept the formation below the city and rescued him in time.

The Tatar was instantly shot into a honeycomb, and he fell down softly without even making a sound.

Zhang Yi escaped from death, jumped up, laughed, looked up and down with green bean-like eyes, and understood the situation, and raised his hands to Jie Hui on the arrow tower and Wang Jin below the city.

Instead of picking up the mace, he just picked up the Tatar iron rod with his toes and weighed it. It was about ten to twenty kilograms, which was just right for him now. The mace was sixty or seventy kilograms, which was right. The physical exertion is really too great.

"Take more of Grandpa's sticks!" Zhang Yi shouted at the remaining Tatars, and swung his iron rod to kill them again.

Jia Cong saw Zhang Yi out of danger on the arrow tower. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Xie Hui, you have an eye for six directions. If you rescue in time, I will record your merits."

"I don't dare to take credit, it's just a small effort." Xie Hui thanked him hurriedly, raised his hand and shot two more arrows, taking away the two Tatars.

Jia Cong said: "The situation in the west is tight. Come over and support us."

"I obey my command!" Xie Hui took out a leather holster from his waist, fastened it on the rope tied between the arrow towers, and slipped over with a hula.

Several times in a row, he slid to the arrow tower closest to the west wall, then stretched out his feet and kicked on the railing. He climbed to the highest level of the arrow tower. At the same time, he bent his bow and nocked an arrow in the air, and shot out several arrows, which penetrated all four directions almost at the same time. A Tatar head, extremely agile, like an elf leaping freely in the jungle!
  Zhao Lingkong was besieged by seven or eight Tatar masters. He was helpless on the left and right. He felt that the pressure suddenly dropped greatly. He only heard the whizzing of arrows, and the Tatars around him fell in response!
  The rest of the Tatars felt timid and were looking for a place to hide the arrows. Suddenly they saw the gunfire in front of them. They dared not think about the arrows and were busy dealing with the ever-changing gun heads in front of them.

Suddenly, Zhao Lingkong screamed and stabbed with a spear, bringing up a rain of blood, killing two people instantly.

At the same time, he turned sideways to avoid the scimitar that was coming at him, turned around and twisted his gun, and pierced another person's chest with a carbine. The last Tatar, the only one who hesitated, gritted his teeth and rushed forward, as if he wanted to fight to the death. Zhao Lingkong smiled coldly, flicked his wrist, and quickly retracted the gun tip, and a pear blossom bloomed in front of his eyes.

The Tatar had never seen such exquisite marksmanship before. He instinctively swung the knife and slashed wildly, protecting his head and face. Suddenly, he heard a "pop" sound and felt a pain in his stomach. The whole spear tip was already buried in his belly.

Zhao Lingkong took a breath, stood up with a gun, bowed his hand to Jie Hui, and continued to rush toward crowded places.

The two of them cooperated tacitly, Zhao Lingkong charged in front, and Jie Hui jumped between several arrow towers, shooting powerful arrows from the back of his head. No matter how skilled the Tatars were, if they were distracted to avoid the arrows, they would be shot. If he was dealing with spears and couldn't dodge the powerful arrows that shot at extremely fast speeds, Zhao Lingkong was invincible and could clear dozens of feet of city walls in an instant.

The west wall suddenly stabilized. With Jie Hui's help, Zhao Lingkong and Zhang Yi felt relaxed and full of fighting spirit.

The Tatars were also determined. In addition to two thousand-man teams for archery cover, several other thousand-man teams were engaged in siege. However, the ground was now densely covered with bundles of dry firewood, which greatly affected the movement.

Seeing that the sun was about to set, the Tatar offensive continued unabated. After one group died, another group rushed forward. Except for Zhang Yuanba who happily smashed the heads of each one, all the soldiers on the wall felt that the killing was a little soft.

Jia Cong secretly sighed, it's a good thing that the Tatars don't have catapults, otherwise it's hard to say whether they can hold it, let alone other things, the arrow tower alone will definitely not be saved.

It is estimated that the Tatars did not expect that a mere two-foot-high fortress would be so difficult to defeat. Even if they had a catapult, they would not waste it here.

Suddenly I heard the report from Yan Shuangying: "Third Master, all the thousands of bundles of dry firewood have been thrown out."

Jia Cong's eyes lit up. After a whole day of throwing catapults, they finally threw out a lot of firewood.

"Pass my orders, throw fireballs, shoot rockets!" Jia Cong shouted.

Bang bang bang! A dozen hollow fireballs made of bamboo and wood shot into the sky at the same time. The crossbowmen on the arrow tower also replaced their rockets and shot out of the city.

Dai Qin was sitting outside the city, perched high on his horse, shouting loudly to direct the attack on the city. When he saw many fireballs and rockets being fired from inside the city, he instinctively felt that something was not good. He was about to order a retreat, but it was too late.

The fireball fell to the ground and exploded. Countless burning branches flew in all directions. Thousands of bundles of dry firewood on the ground that had been coated with kerosene and gunpowder burned with a bang, and the flames quickly spread throughout the battlefield.

Suddenly, the outside of the city turned into a sea of ​​fire!
  The Tatars who were stepping on the firewood and preparing to support the siege and climbing the ladder were instantly surrounded by flames!

One by one, they cried and screamed and turned into flames, running around and rolling around, and soon stopped moving. When the wind blew, the battlefield was filled with a strong burning smell, making people feel sick.

The Tatars on the city wall saw a flaming hell behind them. Their livers and gallbladders were split. They had no courage to advance and had no way to retreat. They were shouted out in unison by the soldiers defending the city, and they were all driven to death.

The Tatars on the ladder truck were so frightened that their faces turned pale. Heat surged beneath them, and tongues of fire licked wildly, igniting the bottom of the car. They watched helplessly as the three-foot-tall ladder truck slowly fell down and was engulfed in a sea of ​​flames.

Dawu Wansheng! Dawu Wansheng! There was not a single Tatar standing in the city. The soldiers waved their swords and guns, roared and cheered at the top of their lungs.

The Tatars who had escaped looked at the sea of ​​​​fire in front of them, dejectedly, and retreated to the camp.

As the number one general of the Barhu tribe, Dai Qin was even more hateful, angry and frightened. In today's battle, at least four thousand grassland warriors were killed, and he didn't know how to explain it to Prince Jiya Saiyin.

(End of this chapter)