Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 192 Strategy to Reduce Troops 4
  Seeing that there were fewer and fewer defenders on the city, Dai Qin was overjoyed. He secretly thought that with so many people, even if he had to exchange lives, he would be able to wipe out all the southerners. Therefore, he desperately urged the siege and with more force, he would definitely be able to break the city.

Unexpectedly, even with the increased strength, the city was still not captured, but thousands more people died.

It was past noon, and under the city wall, Tatar corpses were piled half a foot high, and the siege was still continuing.

"Most of the Han pigs have been killed and wounded. We can't stand it any longer. Send two more troops of a thousand men and destroy the city!" Dai Qin shouted.

"General, these are the last two thousand-man troops." the subordinate reminded.

Dai Qin shouted: "Bastard, are you blind? Can't you see that our army has already established a foothold on the city? How can we break the city if we don't work hard at this time?"

"Come here! Charge with me!" Dai Qin waved his scimitar and rushed forward first.

He had been waiting for most of the day, waiting for this opportunity to break the city and perform meritorious deeds. Anyway, the people in front of him were not people from his own tribe, doing his shit.

Two thousand-man troops blew their horns and rushed over with Dai Qin, attacking three sides.

Dai Qin got off his horse and climbed up the north wall with his machete between his teeth. He thought that the defenders must have been tired of killing them by now. With his own bravery, if he was able to attack the top of the city now, wouldn't it be as easy as an eagle catching a lamb?
  Sure enough, Dai Qin climbed up the wall in a few steps, and two border soldiers rushed towards him, and he cut off their heads one by one with a knife.

"Death to the Han pig!" Dai Qin laughed loudly. Seeing that Deng Lei had killed countless enemies with a cooked copper stick, he rushed over and slashed at his neck with a knife.

Deng Lei had been fighting for a long time. Although he was extremely powerful, he was still tired. When he saw another strong man with complicated clothes coming to attack him, he knew that he was not an ordinary Tatar, so he quickly cheered up and raised his stick to block.

Dai Qin's reputation was not in vain. He was very powerful and his sword skills were sharp. His scimitar danced like a wind and rain, and Deng Lei was caught in the force of the sword.

Deng Lei didn't dare to be careless, so he fought with all his strength.

Suddenly, a ball of yellow shadow and a ball of white light covered the area about ten feet away. The Tatars and border troops nearby wanted to help, but they couldn't get close, so they had to fight each other.

After dozens of fierce fights, Deng Lei gradually couldn't hold on anymore. He felt that the copper stick in his hand was getting heavier and slower, and he shouted hurriedly: "Leitai!"

Lei Tai had already seen it from a distance, but there were so many Tatars around him that he couldn't spare a hand to help.

The two fought for several more times, and Deng Lei secretly complained that this position was blocked by the city gate tower, and Jie Hui on the arrow tower could not see him and could not support him.

Dai Qin saw the right opportunity and quickly reached out with his big hand, grabbing the cooked copper rod. Then he laughed ferociously and rolled the knife towards his neck. The sharp light of the knife flashed, and the scene of heads flying up and blood spurting wildly appeared in his mind. .

Deng Lei was exhausted. He felt that the copper rod was being held by the opponent like copper poured into iron. He couldn't pull it back. He had to let go and abandon the rod and retreated. He accidentally tripped on the corpse behind him and fell to the ground on his back.

Dai Qin knew that he must be a general guarding the city, and he would not let him go. He took a step forward, raised his stick and smashed it down.

Deng Lei put his hand on the ground, sat up quickly, picked up a spear on the ground, and made a last ditch effort.

Suddenly, he saw a ray of sword light coming from behind and hitting Dai Qin's chest.

Dai Qin hurriedly smashed it open with a stick.

"Death to the Tatars!" Leitai had cleared away the Tatars around him and got out. He first threw a knife to clear the siege, followed the group, rolled on the ground, and slashed at Dai Qin's feet.

Dai Qin shouted angrily, and regardless of the origin of the sword technique, he raised the copper stick and struck it hard at the center of the sword's light. Suddenly he felt a pain in his stomach. Deng Lei was sitting on the ground, and the spear in his hand had been stabbed into his lower abdomen.

ah! With an earth-shattering roar, Dai Qin grabbed the barrel of the gun with one hand and struck with a stick with the other, vowing to kill the two Han generals.

Deng Lei saw the opportunity very quickly, stabbed him once, turned over and ran away, for fear of being killed by his own weapon, which would be embarrassing. Leitai was also physically exhausted. Seeing that the enemy general was already seriously injured, he could not fight with him head-on. He only relied on his flexibility and movement to fight with him.

Dai Qin was not good at stick skills, so he hit people wherever he could. He was spun around twice by Lei Tai, almost losing his footing and about to fall.

Deng Lei survived the catastrophe. He took a breath, raised his toes, and another gun fell into his hand. He thrust the gun and stabbed.

Dai Qin hurriedly threw down his copper stick and blocked it with his sword. Suddenly, I felt a cold feeling on my left shoulder. One of my arms had been cut off by Lei Taiqi's shoulder and fell to the ground.

Dai Qin's heart was shaken, and before he could cry out in pain, Deng Lei's gun head appeared again and guns blazing came towards him, and he tried his best to wave his sword wildly to protect himself.

Suddenly, he felt like the world was spinning, and his whole body seemed to fly into the air, and then fell quickly, and his eyes were shrouded in endless darkness.

Deng Lei watched the headless corpse fall in front of him, breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded towards Lei Tai.

Lei Tai still had some energy left, so he smiled and said, "Come again!" He picked up the fallen iron-steel Yanfei Dao and killed it again.

Deng Lei smiled bitterly and shook his head. He leaned against the wall and panted while holding the barrel of the gun. For the first time, he discovered the problem with heavy weapons.

It's not that Lei Tai's physical strength is stronger than his own, it's because although heavy weapons are powerful, their biggest drawback is that they can't last long!
  No wonder the famous generals from ancient times to the present, except for Guan Yunchang, almost never use heavy weapons. They all use spears and do not rely on brute force, but use sharp changes to win.

Come to think of it, even if you have the courage of a king, how many nails can you hit if your body is made of iron? Of course, it doesn’t count in this play.

However, Zhang Yi had already learned the lesson and had given up the mace long ago and only used the iron rod he picked up.

It dances like a lamp grass in the hand. If you knock it, the brain will burst. If you poke it, the organs will be shattered and the bones will be broken. Although it lacks Shen Xiong's strength, it has many changes.

There are only two patients with obsession with weapons. One is emptiness. A sixty-pound water-milled Zen rod rolls around in his hands, as if it has no weight.

With the blessing of the exquisite staff technique, without any use of brute force, each move is like flowing clouds and flowing water, like an arm using fingers, effortlessly blowing away a person's head at will.

The other one is Zhang Yuanba, with two copper hammers weighing more than 160 kilograms in total. He swings them like windmills and tirelessly like a perpetual motion machine.

Even if he was really tired, he would throw down a hammer, take off the big shield on his back, beat with one hand and shield with the other, switching at any time, both offensive and defensive, making it even more difficult to deal with. I don't know how many Tatars were killed in a day.

When Jia Cong saw that Tatar was really raising his bets, he quickly issued an order: "The crossbowmen will shoot with all their strength!"

Immediately, more than ten arrow towers began to exert their power. The arrows that had just been gentle and drizzle suddenly turned into a violent storm, tilting down the city, killing two to three hundred Tatars in an instant.

Jie Hui lived up to everyone's expectations and shot dozens of pots of arrows empty, swinging back and forth between the arrow towers. The arrows killed many Tatars.

The fierce battle lasted until the sun was about to set. The leaders of each tribe could not withstand the huge pressure of casualties and urged them to stop fighting.

Although Jiya Saiyin was unwilling, his immediate family also suffered heavy casualties and could not suppress the situation, so he had to reluctantly withdraw his troops.

The Tatars in the city heard the sound of gold and didn't care much. They jumped on the pile of corpses outside the city, rolled to the ground under the buffer, and fled.

Outside the city, the Tatars fired a hail of arrows to cover the retreat of their compatriots.

The Tatars will be defeated! Da Wu will win! The city resounded with thundering cheers again!
  (End of this chapter)