Ming Zuo

Chapter 1568 A Song of Ice and Fire

"Let's withdraw troops."

As soon as he saw the bastion, Nijinsky made a suggestion.

At this time, he was very embarrassed, like a wild deer that survived after being bitten by a pack of wolves. He couldn't recover after drinking several sips of wine.

The coldness of Moscow turned the eyes of Europeans, but in his opinion, the bitterness here was ten times worse than that of Moscow.

But those feelings don't matter anymore.

He only knew that something like a bastion could never be breached by the Mongols.

"We paid the price of blood to get here, and this is our last chance. Just retreat like this, we would rather die."

Subadi's eyes were bloodshot, and he really wanted to melt the boundless snow and ice with anger.

Mongolians like autumn best.

Fat cattle and sheep herald a good harvest.

Even if there are deficiencies, if you step on your horse and go south, you can always make up for it from the Great Wall.

What the Mongols fear most is winter.

Often after a white disaster, a tribe quietly disappears into the world.

Therefore, the Mongolians in winter are very quiet, trying their best to curl up in their tents and try their best to resist the severe cold.

But now they have violated the precepts of their ancestors and braved the coldest ice and snow to trek thousands of miles to the fishing sea.

If there is no war and the Han people are not driven away, the Mongols will really die.

Nijinsky is not a Mongolian after all, and he does not understand the minds of Mongolians.

Looking at the perfect bastion in front of him, his heart was turbulent.

Someone once showed him the city of the Central Plains Dynasty.

He admits that that kind of city is magnificent and suitable for human habitation.But in terms of military use, he can assert that it is completely incomparable with Europa's bastion.

The firearms he asked for from the governor are relatively easy to deal with the cities of the Central Plains Dynasty.

But to deal with the bastion...

Nijinsky was sure that even if all the shells were fired, the bastion would be all right.

Especially the bastion in front of him was still a little strange to him, and he didn't know what changes the Han people had made.

It was the first time for Khalkha Mongols to see the bastion, so they naturally didn't know how powerful it was.

Although Nijinsky's face was solemn, the four of Haug, Subadhi, Gonpo, and Shuo Lei decided to attack the city immediately.

Marching thousands of miles in heavy snow has already seriously injured Khalkha Mongolia.The number of people who died on the road alone exceeded a thousand.

The consumed cattle and sheep, even if the battle is won, will leave the grassland empty for five years.

If it drags on, the ice, snow and severe cold will kill the Mongols.

Following Suba's first order, the Mongols took a breath and began to deploy the attack.

On the top of the city, the Wehrmacht is bored.

Although there are many enemies outside the city, everyone is sure that the enemy cannot attack.

Xue Mancang was also talking and laughing with his partner, Cao Zhe, the military and political officer of the 54th Division, with great interest.

"Tell me, how much strength do the Mongols have to reach the city after stepping through the ice and snow?"

Looking at the waist-deep snow and ice outside the city, Cao Zhe also smiled.

"They can't get to the city."

The Mongols don't see it that way.

Although the city in front of me looks strange and its towers are ridiculously tall, it doesn't have a moat!
A city without a moat was approached by Mongolian eagle archers, and it was not suppressed at will.

So the Mongols began to attack the city in a mess.

They dismounted from their horses and rushed towards the wall on foot.

It's not that the Mongols don't want to ride horses, the snow is waist deep, and the short Mongols can't run at all.

Without horses, the Mongols moved more slowly, almost crawling in the snow.

On top of that, they didn't have sunglasses, and the glistening snow and ice quickly made them dizzy.

I saw many Mongolians walking, actually deviated from the direction, and walked towards the deserted wilderness.

Wehrmacht soldiers of course have sunglasses, so ice and snow have no effect on them.

Seeing that the Mongols had begun to attack, they still stood leisurely.

When the Mongols got closer to 300 meters, they took their hands out of the hand covers.

This kind of hand covering is made of thick cotton covered with cotton cloth, and there are no forks except for the thumb.

Wearing this thing, no matter how cold the weather is, your hands will not get cold.

When their hands are taken out, the skin is not in direct contact with the air.

It turned out that their hands were still covered with a thin layer of silk gloves.

The gloves are very thin, almost like bare hands.

But it is such an inconspicuous glove that allows them to easily reload and shoot muskets, and persist for an hour in this extremely cold weather.

Never underestimate this hour.

This is the hour that decides victory and defeat, life and death.

The Mongols did not have such gloves.

Although they wrapped their palms in thick cloth and leather felt, their fingers were inevitably exposed.Otherwise, there is no way to control the string and release the arrow.

As a result, the Mongolian's fingers were all blue from the cold, faintly turning black.

Even if this is the case, they still have to open their furs, put their precious bows in their arms, and let the biting cold wind destroy their bodies along the cracks.

This made their actions even more difficult.

The walls of the bastion are very high, and the Mongols need to rush to the bottom of the city to suppress the city with bows and arrows.

The Wehrmacht does not need to wait until then.

At a distance of 300 meters, it is condescending again, and the Minie rifle can already hunt wantonly.

Xue Mancang gave the order to shoot at will.

Soldiers of the Wehrmacht stick out the barrels of their guns from the firing holes and shoot whoever they see.

The sound of musket firing was irregular, so that it sounded like a heavy rain in winter.

It's just that such a heavy rain will create blood, adding different colors to the world.

One by one the Mongols were killed, but they still did not come within bow and arrow range.

Even if they got in, would they really be able to shoot people?

Hauge and others who were hiding behind saw this scene, and all of them felt chills all over their bodies.

"Fire! Fire quickly! Blow down the city wall!"

Apart from Nijinsky, Hauge was the one who knew artillery best.

After all, he was present in almost all the cities captured by the Manchu Qing Dynasty.

The Mongols pushed up the small cannons door by door, and then fired one after another.

The sound of the black shells was very scary, and many of them hit the city wall.

then……

Except for sporadic black spots, all were bounced and fell to the ground.

Seeing that there is not even a single crack on the outside of the city wall, whether it is the Mongols or Nijinsky, they are all dumbfounded.

Even Nijinsky, an experienced person, knew that the small artillery sold to the Mongols could not blow down the walls of the bastion, but even the walls could not be broken, which is beyond common sense.

The National Defense Army hiding inside the city wall only heard loud bang bang bang bang, and the city wall stood still, so they became more leisurely.

Now that the Mongols fired, the National Defense Forces felt that it was necessary for the Mongols to understand who had the most powerful artillery in the world.

A series of small openings on the city wall were opened, and the artillery poked out its head and began to roar at the Mongols.

(End of this chapter)