Horse on the World

Chapter 419 Burning Baima Mountain

Even if Lu Jia asked to fortify all the way, this kind of fueling style of attack is difficult to stop the opponent's army with a higher fighting spirit. Zeng's army witnessed the bloody battle on the river beach. The blood was fully aroused, occupying a huge advantage in numbers, even though the terrain was extremely unfavorable, they still went on, wave after wave, stepping on the corpses and blood of their companions all the way up, before Lu Jiawen arrived at the White Horse Village , Just when the gate of the village was closed, the army commanded by Zeng Xin also rushed to the village.

A bloody offensive and defensive battle ensues.

The stockade on the mountain is much stronger than the White Horse Fort. Most of them are built with a mixture of huge stones and large trees, and the mountain is steep. Zeng Xin can only deploy about 200 people for a strong attack. This way of fighting, when there are enough defenders in the stockade, There is nothing that can be done at all, and the casualty ratio of the two sides cannot be compared at all.

After carrying out several storms in a row and losing hundreds of men, Zeng Xin finally stopped this senseless sacrifice with a look of frustration. When Zheng Zhiyuan stepped on the top of the mountain, Zeng Xin's depressed expression could not be concealed.

"General Zheng, I tried my best, and my soldiers are not afraid of sacrifice, but this way of fighting is really worthless!" Zeng Xin said dejectedly.

Zheng Zhiyuan sized up the village standing on Baima Mountain, his brows were slightly frowned, obviously, he was also a little troubled.

"Brother, let's try it?" Zheng Zhiqiang was eager to try.

Zheng Zhiyuan snorted, "Do you think you are better than General Zeng? General Zeng can't beat him no matter what he does, so you can just go up? It's just like losing soldiers for nothing."

Zheng Zhiqiang's face was full of dissatisfaction, but Zeng Xin's face was full of gratitude. Zheng Zhiqiang's words were unintentionally criticizing Zeng Jun's combat effectiveness, but Zheng Zhiyuan's inadvertent words made him feel relieved. It's not because he can't do it. But the situation is too bad.

Seeing Zheng Zhiqiang's unconvinced face, Zheng Zhiyuan suddenly remembered something, and his eyes lit up: "Zhiqiang, do you still remember the battle on Lianshan Island?"

"Lianshan Island?" Zheng Zhiqiang was puzzled, "What does that have to do with the current war?"

Zheng Zhiyuan chuckled, "You forgot that you were almost roasted into a suckling pig. If I hadn't rushed back in time, you might have been roasted deliciously!"

Zheng Zhiqiang grinned and cursed: "The turtle son Zhong Xiang, when I catch him, I must put him in a steamer and let him have a taste, no, big brother, what do you mean?"

Zheng Zhiyuan chuckled, "We might as well try Zhong Xiang's move back then. Back then on Lianshan Island, the bastion you garrisoned was built entirely of huge stones, much stronger than the stockade in front of you!"

Zheng Zhiqiang suddenly jumped up: "Yes, yes, roast suckling pig, roast suckling pig!"

Zeng Xin couldn't understand what he heard, but seeing Zheng Zhiyuan's expression, he knew that the other party must have a clever plan to defeat the enemy, and immediately cheered up, "General Zheng, what clever plan can we defeat the enemy in front of us?"

Zheng Zhiyuan smiled and told Zeng Xin about the Lianshan Island battle. When he talked about the tense situation, Zeng Xin was also in a cold sweat. The situation at that time was really critical.

Lu Jiawen retreated back to the village on the top of the hill in a panic, and in shock, he took stock of his strength. He still had nearly [-] soldiers, and the village was well stocked. With the favorable terrain, he would hold out until Lu Zhaoting's reinforcements arrived. Too big a question.

While repelling Zeng Xin's two attacks, Lu Jiawen's mind was settled, and the defenders in the village gradually recovered from their panic. They also saw that under such terrain, the enemy could hardly rely on the superiority of numbers to carry out the siege , and no matter how fierce the enemy's long-range weapons are, in the face of such a solid fortress built with huge stones and huge trees, the destructive power is very limited.

"General Lu, those Dingzhou soldiers in blue clothes are also coming up!" A school lieutenant stepped forward to report that Lu Jia asked with lingering fears about these Dingzhou soldiers. It's really hard to tell when you get to the stockade.

"What are they doing, are they preparing to attack the village?" Lu Jia asked.

The captain shook his head, "They didn't do anything!"

Lu Jia asked Daqi, did some people climb up just to see the scenery of Baima Mountain?Climb to the top of the plug and watch the enemy army under the stockade.

The enemy seemed to have temporarily given up their plan to attack, and was struggling to bring up the parts of the trebuchet from the bottom of the mountain, and then began to quickly assemble them. Except for the super powerful Dingzhou soldiers in blue costumes who were guarding the stockade, Zeng's army is scattered around Baima Mountain, cutting down trees and cutting thorns with waist knives and axes.

"What do they want?" Lu Jia asked in amazement as he watched more and more catapults being assembled in front of the pass. It seemed that the enemy had taken down all the catapults and moved them up. "Do they want to fill the entire village with stone bombs?" Is it flat?" Thinking about it, it is ridiculous, the trebuchet can be brought up, but the required stone bombs can also be brought up in large quantities?How many stone bullets would it take to fill up the entire village?
"Be careful, let the soldiers pay attention to the opponent's long-range attack!" Lu Jia asked.

A trebuchet test-fired a stone bullet. The range of the stone bullet was obviously far beyond the location of the stockade. It passed over the head of the stockade screaming. Seeing this somewhat outrageous test shot, Lu Jiawen suddenly felt full of excitement. uneasy.

"General, the stone bullet is heavy, but the firewood is light. This firing distance should be about the same!" A trebuchet operator reported back to Zheng Zhiyuan.

"Okay, prepare to attack!" Zheng Zhiyuan ordered with satisfaction.

Bundles of firewood were placed on the trebuchet, and soldiers nearby immediately poured some grease on the firewood. With an order, dozens of bundles of firewood flew into the air and flew to the stockade. At the same time, the Dingzhou Marine Corps Among the soldiers, dozens of archers shot out the rockets that had already been ignited. The rockets caught up with the fagots in the sky, and with a bang, the fagots immediately burst into flames.

With a bang, the bundles of firewood fell into the stockade and splashed in all directions. Before Lu Jiawen could react, the second batch of burning firewood bundles roared down again, and the fire immediately became bigger.

Lu Jiawen understood what the other party wanted to do. Looking at the Zeng soldiers who were chopping firewood like ants, Lu Jiawen's scalp became numb, and he shouted: "The first wing puts out the fire, the second wing, open the door, and attack the opponent's trebuchet!"

Lu Jiawen's reaction was not unpleasant, but what was even more amazing was that after throwing three rounds of burning fagots in a row, the opponent suddenly replaced it with stone bullets and smashed them into the stockade densely. The northern army was immediately devastated, and pieces of it were knocked down to the ground. The stone bullets bounced off the ground, and as long as they hit each other, they would end up with broken tendons and bones. Two rounds of stone bullets would come out immediately. The soldiers fighting the fire were all forced back to the dead corner where the stone bullets could not reach, and watched the fire spread helplessly.

The fagots were thrown again outside.

The second wing of the Northern Army who opened the gate of the fort and came out to counterattack was confronted by Zheng Zhiqiang's Marine Corps. The narrow terrain prevented both sides from deploying too many tactics. At this time, it was more dependent on the individual combat effectiveness of the soldiers. But in this regard, the Dingzhou soldiers had too many advantages. At this time, Zeng Xin, who had nothing to do, also swung his sword and joined the ranks of blocking the opponent. Standing side by side with Zheng Zhiqiang, the two steel swords were flying. Phi Mi.

The second wing collapsed very quickly. Not only did they have to bear the powerful blows from the Dingzhou Marine Corps in front, but they also had to endure the raindrops of scorpion cannons behind them, and the baptism of a Zeng's army crossbow.

The fire was getting bigger and bigger. At this time, the whole village was engulfed in a sea of ​​flames. Outside the pass, more bundles of firewood were still pouring in. Lu Jiawen stood on the top of the village like clay sculptures and wood sculptures. Unexpectedly, the Baima Village, which he thought to be strong, fell so quickly.Seeing the soldiers who were burnt into the fire screaming and screaming in the fire, Lu Jia asked in pain: "Open the door, charge, let's protrude as much as you can!"

When the entire stockade was engulfed in flames, Zeng's army regrouped, rows of archers and crossbowmen were ready to fire, and the scorpion cannon was aimed at the small open space in front of the stockade.In front of the archers and crossbowmen, teams of spearmen held their spears tightly, forming a forest of spears.

The gate of the village was opened, and the northern army who had been burnt with nowhere to escape ran out screaming. On the wall of the village, some soldiers on fire couldn't wait to rush out from the crowded gate, and jumped directly from the wall, most of them fell to the ground. His head was bleeding, his tendons were broken and his bones were broken, and he couldn't move. He screamed and screamed in the fire until his voice gradually died down.

"shoot!"

There was a sound of orders without emotion at all, and the rain of arrows, crossbows, and scorpion cannons completely covered the open space, shooting down the soldiers who rushed out of the stockade in pieces, and smashed them to the ground. By the time of one stick of incense, the open space was already piled high with corpses.

Zheng Zhiyuan didn't look at the gate of the city. He looked up at the top of the fort that was engulfed in flames. There was a man standing there. He was the enemy's general. From Liu Yuan, he knew that this man was called Lu Jiawen. It was on fire, and the whole person became a fireman, but he still stood on the top of the fortress.

Zheng Zhiyuan took off his helmet and bowed deeply to him. Regardless of the positions of the two sides, such an opponent is always worthy of respect.

There was a smell of meat in the air. Although the soldiers had no time to eat since the morning of the battle, they did not have the slightest appetite. Instead, many soldiers squatted on the ground and retched non-stop. Nearly [-] defenders were all killed. They were either burned to death or shot to death. They didn't even have a chance to surrender. They had just escaped from the flames when they were hit by arrows and stone hail.

"Clean up the battlefield, bury the pot, and make food!" Zheng Zhiyuan gave orders loudly with no expression on his face. His eyes had already crossed Baima Mountain. The reinforcements from the other side should have arrived. After annihilating him, he took down Baliji. There is no power above the Tuojiang River that can stop the Dingzhou Navy.

(End of this chapter)