The fiercest soldier of the border army

In sight, the Xiongnu arrows, with dry straw attached, were scattered and densely shot towards the south wall.

The bundles of straw also contained some cow and sheep dung.

Because the south wall was undefended, they were extremely close.

Many arrows flew over the south wall and embedded themselves in the soil inside the pass.

"Damn it, they're shooting at the grass, trying to burn down the city walls!"

Liang Enyi roared, "Run faster! Run faster! Go to the well and fetch water to put out the fire!"

They dug a well at first, but using the well water to put out the fire was like trying to put out a fire with a drop in the ocean.

Tang Shun stared intently at the ever-increasing bundles of straw around the city wall, his heart pounding in his chest.

The south wall was newly built, six zhang high, with the wooden frame still in place and the mortar still wet.

It had only been exposed to the wind and sun for three days, and its surface was still damp.

Can such a wall withstand fire?

he does not know.

But he couldn't say.

By guarding this fortified pass, he was no longer alone.

The lives of so many people under his command are closely related to him.

In the middle of the fortress, the townspeople responsible for assisting with the kiln firing trembled with fear.

"Captain Tang...can the wall really hold it up?" an old man asked in a trembling voice.

Tang Shun glanced at him, said nothing, and walked straight past him.

The old man's lips trembled, but he didn't say anything more.

Suddenly, the rain of arrows stopped.

The sound of horses' hooves outside the wall had changed.

Immediately afterwards, the coarse cloth wrapped in kerosene turned into a rain of arrows and shot towards the south wall!

Rockets rained down.

One, two, ten... dozens of fire arrows were driven into the still-wet ash, and the flames climbed up the wooden frame.

"It's on fire!" someone screamed.

The fire ignited the straw bundles and dry firewood in an instant, and within moments, the south wall was engulfed in flames.

Tang Shun and his group gradually came to a stop.

Their pupils reflected the raging flames.

The fire raged fiercely, and neither side of the two groups could advance any further, either inside or outside the city.

"Fire! Firefighting!"

The townspeople panicked, like headless flies.

Tang Shun shouted, "Stop!"

He shoved aside the man at the front, shouting, "This wall won't collapse! Getting close to it now is suicide!"

He turned around and yelled, "Cheng Feng! Is the sand ready?"

"Ready!" Cheng Feng arrived with several townspeople, pushing a wheelbarrow covered in yellow sand and mud.

"Wait until the fire subsides a bit before covering it!" Tang Shun ordered. "Going up now is suicide!"

He stared at the south wall.

Flames have already climbed up the city walls.

The wooden frame crackled, the mortar splattered from the heat, and chunks of charred straw and wood fell off.

The wind was blowing from the south, and the fire, fueled by the wind, burned ever brighter.

The flames in the air carried steam, which quickly dried the interior wall panels.

call out--

The bundles of straw on the ground inside the wall ignited the first wooden frame on the inner wall.

It burns with difficulty.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats. They wanted to put out the fire, but they were blocked by the sea of ​​flames and could not make any progress!

Immediately afterwards, the fire on the top of the wall spread downwards and began to burn the inner wall.

The little moisture on the interior walls was no match for the flames.

Outside the city, arrows, still carrying bundles of grass, were shot into the city, feeding the flames.

Tang Shun and his party stared intently at the city wall.

If the wooden planks are burned off, the entire mud wall will collapse, and all this rushing work will be a joke!

The price of this joke is that everyone inside the city will die.

"Can we... really hold out?" a young soldier asked in a low voice.

No one answered him; everyone's hearts were in their throats.

Each falling plank slowed their heartbeats.

"Cheng Feng!" Tang Shun suddenly shouted, "Take ten men and stand guard along the wall to prevent a surprise attack and breach the door!"

"yes!"

"Wei Zong! Continue monitoring both flanks!"

"clear!"

He stood on the mound of earth, motionless.

The people all looked at him.

Some still have light in their eyes, while others have turned ashen.

The fire burned fiercer and fiercer.

Suddenly, a loud bang.

A section of wooden frame collapsed on the south wall, and a burning beam crashed down, sending sparks flying.

The crowd screamed and retreated.

"The wall is broken! The wall is broken!" someone cried out.

"Run! Run!"

Tang Shun took a step forward and drew his sword, slashing the ground.

"The wall isn't broken!" he roared. "Only the wooden frame collapsed! The wall itself is still there! Anyone who shouts 'The wall is broken' again, I'll cut out their tongue!"

Everyone fell silent.

The flames are still burning.

But no one moved.

Time passed little by little.

Half an hour later, the fire gradually subsided.

The wind changed direction, turning northwest, and the fire no longer burned towards the center of the wall, but slowly extinguished along the edges.

The rows of wooden frames had been almost completely burned to ashes.

The last piece of the wooden frame collapsed, scattering black ash all over the ground, which flew everywhere.

As the smoke and dust cleared, the wall surface was slowly revealed.

The walls were charred black and still emitting wisps of smoke.

The scorched earth stretched out in patches, and the collapsed wooden frames lay askew in the mud, with embers still flickering in the cracks of the broken walls.

Because the grouting was not properly compacted, the wall surface was pitted and uneven, like a gnawed bone.

However, the main structure remains intact, with the six-zhang-high wall standing majestically.

The city wall was entirely black, like a natural chasm, lying across this place.

They kept the Xiongnu people firmly at bay outside.

"The wall... has stood up!"

One of the townspeople muttered something under his breath.

puff-

Another town resident couldn't help but kneel down, crying out, "God, God!"

"It actually stood up! You can build a city wall out of mud!"

"It's only been a few days!"

Then one, two, ten...

The people knelt on the ground.

Someone burst into tears.

"We're alive...we're alive..."

"The wall hasn't fallen! The wall hasn't fallen!"

Tang Shun did not respond. He walked straight through the crowd to the wall and touched the hot city wall.

The texture of cement is simple and hard.

He struck it hard with the hilt of the knife, but it didn't budge; there was only a barely visible mark.

Cheng Feng walked over and stood to his right, leaning on the ground with his knife, his face covered in soot.

"Squad leader, the wall is really up."

"Yes, it's standing up."

Tang Shun sighed with emotion, "The brothers have worked so hard these past few days."

He abruptly changed the subject, "Three squads of soldiers, cover the ground with sand to bury the flames, and immediately scale the city walls!"

"Prepare to defend the city!"

The crisis is far from over!

Outside the wall, three hundred riders stood watchful, like tigers descending from the mountain, ready to launch a fatal attack at any moment.

Under Tang Shun's command, the crowd suddenly realized their mistake, took the forged spears and carried bows and arrows, and quickly went up to the city.

Tang Shun climbed the city wall step by step, his feet resting on the still-warm foundation, his hand on the hilt of his sword, his gaze sweeping across the city below.

Three hundred cavalrymen spread out in a vast expanse, bathed in the afterglow of the dying fire. Their warhorses pawed the ground restlessly, their heavy breathing particularly clear in the silent wilderness.

These barbarians, who had destroyed countless villages and massacred countless inhabitants, had faces filled with disbelief, astonishment, and blank stares.

They saw with their own eyes that the fortress was entirely made of wood, and thought that a single rocket launch would easily flatten it.

But no one expected that a fire that was powerful enough to destroy everything would not destroy the city gate, but instead form an iron wall!

"impossible……"

The leading cavalry commander had a face full of bulging hair and deep-set eyes, exuding a fierce and barbaric aura.

He stared intently at the towering city wall before him, his rough hands gripping the curved sword at his waist so tightly his knuckles turned white, his eyes filled with resentment and fury...