Fenghou

Chapter 137 Slaughterhouse

The ten-man team is the result of everyone's consultation. In fact, it is the smallest combat unit. It is equivalent to a current squad. There are big and small ones. , Chen Qing's predecessor was a cavalry corporal.

The formation of the new ten-man team has not changed, it is still the original soldiers and the original fire chief, but their equipment and combat thinking have changed.

A ten-man team has a steel fork soldier, a gunpowder soldier, a fire oil soldier, three crossbowmen, three spearmen, and an escort.

Each team of ten is responsible for dealing with one ladder.

The east side of Jiwang Slope is about two feet and four feet high, and the edges are all solid rocks. It is indeed possible to climb up the rocks with a ladder. This is the new direction that Jin Bing found after repeatedly failing to attack the slope.
The drums were beating, and the army ambushing in the dark was killed under the fire, and the trebuchets were still violently attacking the plank wall.
A thousand soldiers are like ghosts escaping from the region, or like a pack of extremely hungry wolves in the wilderness. Just after a section of wall is smashed down, Jurchen soldiers swarm like wolves and tigers desperately.

The one who was really anxious was the enemy general, and there were less than two days left before the deadline given by Wanyan Wushu, and Wanyan Alupu was already impatient.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen ladders were put up on the rock, and dozens of Jurchen soldiers with ferocious faces bravely climbed up. At the same time, two thousand crossbowmen shot arrows to the top of the slope, suppressing the Song army. , unable to lift his head.

"Long fork! Where is the fucking long fork?" one of the guards yelled.

His subordinates were sweating profusely from fright, and hastily handed over the steel fork. The escort gave him a sharp look, grabbed the steel fork, struggled against the top iron rail, and turned around to curse, "Damn it, Do you have eyes on your buttocks? Why don’t you come over here and help me?”

Several subordinates grabbed the long fork and pushed it out. Suddenly, a big hairy hand stretched out from the ladder, grabbed the steel fork and pushed it out.

Seeing that the steel fork was about to be pushed out, the escort's eyes were red, and they swung their knives and slashed at Mao Shushou's big hand, 'Crack! ’ The wrist was cut off, blood spurted out, and the Jurchen soldier below screamed and rolled down the ladder.

The other soldiers of the Song Army yelled together, the ladder was finally slowly pushed away, and suddenly slipped to the left, the ladder lost its center of gravity, and fell violently to the left, knocking down more than a dozen soldiers on the other ladder, There was a scream at the bottom of the cliff.

"Boom!" Another section of the sixty-foot-long board wall collapsed. Dozens of Song soldiers were unable to dodge and were buried under the collapsed mud wall.

Wanyan Alupu was overjoyed and shouted: "Kill another three thousand people!"

Another three thousand Jurchen soldiers ran out of the darkness, carrying dozens of simple long ladders, rushing forward. One ladder after another was put on the cliff, and the ant-like enemy troops struggled to climb up. Extrapolated, the Jurchen soldiers below desperately held down the ladder.

"Use the powder keg!" Yang Zaixing shouted.

The soldiers lit the matchlocks one after another, and the matchlocks sizzled and burned. When they reached the bottom red line, the soldiers threw the gunpowder barrels down one after another.

"Boom! Boom!"

Gunpowder arrows exploded in the crowd one after another, poisonous nails were scattered, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and ladders were blown to pieces.

At the other end, Liu Cui commanded the soldiers to dump dozens of barrels of kerosene, throw down a dozen torches, and throw down dozens of bundles of fodder. The flames spread rapidly, and the Jurchen soldiers howled in the flames. The soldier ran out crying and shouting. After a few steps, he fell to the ground, curled up in a ball, and gradually lost his life.

Wanyan Alupu was so red-eyed that he didn't care about the lives of the soldiers. Nearly a hundred trebuchets worked together, and the last section of the wall collapsed. Five thousand soldiers were killed, and hundreds of ladders were brought in to climb up crazily.

The [-] Jurchen soldiers launched an all-out attack. Flames shot up into the sky, thick smoke filled the sky, explosions sounded one after another, ladders were constantly overturned, and Song soldiers also went all out. They were constantly shot by arrows and fell down the cliff screaming. .

A soldier ran up to Yang Yuanqing and shouted: "General Yang, the north has been breached!"

Yang Yuanqing was taken aback and shouted: "Follow me!"

He rushed to the north with [-] soldiers. The three ladders on the northernmost side were connected as one and broke through the defense of the Song army soldiers. Dozens of Jurchen soldiers rushed up the cliff. There are more and more Jurchen soldiers, and the soldiers of the Song Army are being killed and retreated steadily, and they can't stand it anymore.

Yang Yuanqing roared, brandished his long spear and charged in. Three hundred of his men also rushed up, replacing the Song Army who had suffered more than half of the casualties, and immediately reversed the situation. Falling off the cliff screaming.

At this time, Chen Qing was standing on the slope, looking warily at the [-] cavalry that were gathering in front of him. Chen Qing was most worried about the slope. Although he created a blockade with fire, it might be effective for the infantry, but what about the cavalry?Chen Qing was not sure.

"General Wang, go and push the bed crossbow up!"

After Chen Qing gave an order, Wang Duo immediately led the soldiers to carry the bed crossbow.

'Woo——' the low horn sounded.

The cavalry suddenly mobilized, and hundreds of cavalry rushed towards the ramp like lightning.

"not good!"

Chen Qing yelled in a low voice, and sternly shouted: "God arm crossbow is ready to shoot!"

The cavalry was sent by Han Chang. He had a disagreement with Wanyan Alupu. He insisted on sending the cavalry to attack from the ramp, but Wanyan Alupu insisted on attacking from the side.

Neither of them could convince the other, so they had to go their separate ways.

The [-] Jurchen cavalry were like an incoming sandstorm. Relying on their superb riding skills, they leaped over the burning flames and swept towards the gate of the camp.

The moment they rushed out of the black smoke, Chen Qing shouted, "Shoot!"

The five hundred god arm crossbow troops shot the first round of arrows, and they were turned on their backs immediately. The arrows pierced through the black smoke, and the screams of war horses and soldiers' screams were also heard in the black smoke.

The five hundred god arm crossbow army is like a precise machine, one hundred arrows are shot, followed by the second one hundred arrows, followed by the third one.
Arrows were like rain, and groups of cavalrymen kept falling in the flames. The air was filled with a strong stench of burnt flesh. More than [-] Song soldiers kept throwing tree trunks more than ten feet long.

Han Chang was unmoved, and continued to send cavalry upwards to attack. More and more cavalry were killed, but the distance to the mudbag wall was getting closer and closer, and the fire and crossbows could not stop the cavalry.

More than a dozen Jurchen cavalry stepped on the corpse several feet high, jumped up, passed over the mudbag wall, and shot arrows in mid-air. The soldiers with spears from the Song army fell down one after another. Among the enemy army, Changlong flew up and down, killing seven or eight people in a row, and the blood and brains sprayed all over his body.

Behind him, [-] Song army spears formed a large formation, and went to face the enemy troops that kept coming in one after another. The fire on the hillside gradually weakened, and more and more cavalry were killed. Casualties, in just one cup of tea, more than a hundred people were killed by enemy cavalry.

"God arm crossbow soldiers retreat! Retreat!"

Chen Qing yelled, and the remaining [-] or so God Arm Crossbow soldiers quickly retreated from both sides.

Seeing that the God Arm Crossbow soldiers had already retreated, Chen Qing ordered again: "Light the kerosene! Light the kerosene in the trench!"

He now had to build a wall of fire to prevent the cavalry behind from rushing in. There were hundreds of barrels of kerosene in the trench. Several soldiers of the Song army rushed in, split the barrel with an axe, and black kerosene gushed out.

The Jurchen cavalry also realized that something was wrong, and the Pegasus shot quickly, and several soldiers were all shot to death in the trench.

A soldier held a torch and climbed onto the mud bag desperately. Suddenly, an arrow hit his vest from behind. The soldier of the Song Army screamed and jumped into the ditch holding a torch.

'boom! The kerosene overflowing in the trench burned rapidly, and the flames soared, turning the entire gate of the camp into a sea of ​​flames, preventing the Jurchen cavalry behind from rushing in.

Nearly [-] Jurchen cavalrymen and soldiers of the Song Army fought fiercely, blood and flesh flew from both sides, and corpses were scattered all over the ground. Wang Duo suddenly shouted from behind, "All brothers, get down!"

The soldiers of the Song army were trained and got down one after another. Even Chen Qing pulled his horse and rushed out from the side. One hundred bed crossbows were fired at the same time, and five hundred dense and powerful jackdaw arrows shot into the enemy cavalry group. The cavalry fell.

Immediately afterwards, another round of Jackdaw arrows was fired, and all the remaining Jurchen cavalry were shot down, and the gate of the barracks suddenly became quiet.

　The National Day holiday has no meaning for Lao Gao. On this road, Lao Gao is desperately typing every day. From morning to night, it has been almost fourteen years in a blink of an eye. Basically, he has come here every day. In retrospect, only the old father The few days of illness turned out to be Lao Gao’s rare days when he didn’t write.

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