Yi Zhan is like chess, using the Central Plains as the chessboard.

The forces of all parties who had been in stalemate for half a year were completely mobilized almost at the same time.

The war heated up suddenly. The attacks and tests were made against each other, but the sides of the journey were instantly furious, and all kinds of battles were fought head-on, and they broke out frequently on each front.

The most intense one is Shuozhou, which was thought to be about to collapse in advance.

Outside Shuozhou City, under an auxiliary city fortification, dozens of simple long ladders leaned against the stents, and more than a dozen Mongolian men were pressed tightly by each ladder.

They are huge and fearless, and some even have a few arrows inserted behind them.

There were still a hundred people who climbed up the ladder, and there was a rolling fog on the wall.

This auxiliary city is not big, with only a hundred or ten defenders in total, but it has been held for three days.

Such a small fortification village, with dozens of simple long ladders approaching, they can be called dense, and the long ladders are also densely packed with people climbing upwards, making people's scalp numb.

On the battlefield, there seemed to be only the Mongol howling at the top of his lungs. Suddenly, dozens of figures appeared on the top of the city wall, and when a hundred gray bottles were first hit, they were hit by the head and face.

The dust bottles shattered among the crowd, white smoke filled the body and heads.

Before they could react, the defenders pulled up the number one big pot with chariots and tilted down the boiling golden juice.

The boiling and boiling golden juice poured on her body with a bad smell, which immediately aroused a scream that was not as good as humans!

Even if you wear armor, you can't stop the golden juice that gets stuck when you encounter a crack. As long as you get this pickled thing, even the leather and meat will burn it!

In addition, so many dust bottles were thrown out in front of me, the quicklime boiled when it encountered water, and large balls of white smoke suddenly rose under the fort wall, as if it was a pot.

I don’t know how many Mongolian soldiers burned the boiling quicklime and ran around screaming. Some of them had more quicklime on their bodies, and when they poured the golden juice, they were roasted alive in an instant!

It turned out that dozens of ants covered with long ladders attacked the Mongolian Tartars and kept falling down. The crowd gathered under the city suddenly became messy, and they were like headless flies, but they didn't know where to run.

Even if there are still a few people who want to shout and command to stabilize the hearts of the people, the screams are heard all over the sky, so where can anyone hear them?

The defenders in the city did not stop, and then threw out the black pot filled with tinsel oil.

The development of coking technology has made it easy to obtain hot tinder oil. There are many in Shuozhou City, all of which are supported by Hedong.

The viscous tincture oil was shattered everywhere as the clay pot was broken, and more than a dozen rockets fell, and a sea of ​​fire suddenly rose under the fort wall.

I don’t know how many people were ignited at this moment, screaming and running around. When they hit others, they ignited others.

Some people want to roll on the ground and extinguish the flames on their bodies, but the fire of the ignition oil is so strong that it can be extinguished easily? After rolling for a few times, they twitch and gradually remain unmoved, burning to curl up into a ball.

At the far end of the city, the soldiers and civilians in Shuozhou watched all this and shouted loudly, while the opposite side of Hebule was so angry that their face turned ashen.

The losses are still within the scope of their ability to bear, and this small auxiliary city has already taken the lives of thousands of warriors.

You must take down this small town, otherwise your morale will be seriously damaged and it will be difficult to make up for it.

Hebule knew this well, so he did not order his troops to retreat. Instead, he directed his subordinates to blow the horn and continue the attack.

The crowds of people under the fortress were like an ant nest encountering water, rushing around and running away, leaving only raging fire, rolling black smoke, corpses, and the disgusting smell of burnt corpses permeating the air!

Hell, that's it...

As expected, Shuozhou is not that easy to chew.

A small auxiliary city has consumed so many lives and has not yet been taken down. What about Shuozhou City?

There must be much more preparations in the city than here, and the guards are even more elite.

If you don’t clear these small forts and go to attack the city rashly, you will be easily attacked by the people from these auxiliary cities.

Yin Ji, the leader of the Negus tribe, watched the burnt people fleeing everywhere, his eyes turned red, and he shouted: "Sweat!"

He was silent and his eyes were filled with thunder, and he shouted, "Continue attack! If you want to retreat at this time, they will die in vain."

Yin Ji was furious, his eyes were about to break, and he shouted: "My people are dead."

"They are Mongolian people, mine!"

Yin Ji was panting, and he looked at Hebule, his eyes full of hatred.

He Bule was unmoved, his face was as iron as iron. He stood under the flag and shouted to continue the attack, even though it was already a sea of ​​fire.

The people in the city did not expect that the Mongolian Tartars were not even afraid of fire.

Yin Ji stared at him tightly and wanted to go forward several times, but in the end he looked ugly and didn't speak.

The smoke and flames soared into the sky under the auxiliary city also obscured the defenders' sight. The Mongolian heavy armored infantry warriors had already rushed to the trench and could go straight to the wall of the fort. The two-wing Mongolian light cavalry could also dismount and suppress the city with strong bows and crossbows.

After all, ordinary people are temporarily recruiting troops, and even if there are a few veteran generals and soldiers, they are still a minority.

When everyone saw that the Tartars were not even afraid of this, they were inevitably a little afraid. Once this emotion arose, the intensity of defending the city would be greatly reduced.

The Mongols also saw this and walked forward bravely. There was already a ladder on the top of the city, and some Tartars were about to climb to the top of the city.

Everyone was limited in number, and each person was responsible for a place. Two of the defenders here were shot to death, and the bodies were lying there. The remaining young man was only thirteen or fourteen years old. Looking at the Mongolians who were several times larger than his body, he approached with a grim smile, trembling all over and at a loss.

"Erniu, what are you doing? Kill him!"

The defenders in the distance could only stare at him, and they couldn't get through in a hurry.

The Mongolians had seen the timid Han kid on the city wall, just as if he had already come to rob and killed the Han people, and they were even weaker than sheep when they were facing the butcher's knife.

He gritted his teeth, showed a hideous smile, and suddenly a figure rushed over.

Wu Laosan held a rolling stone and crashed into the ladder. With the help of himself and the weight of the stone, he smashed the simple ladder.

An unlucky Mongolian soldier was hit on his head by a stone in his arms, and his red and white brain and blood were splattered all over.

Wu Laosan laughed loudly. After falling down, he fell unconscious and was stabbed several times by several Tartars venting their anger.

"Third brother!"

Several people from the same village in Chengtou wiped their tears, and a young man shouted: "I'll fight with you!"

He also wanted to follow Wu Laosan, but he tightened his back and looked back and saw that he was being grabbed by Uncle Li.

"What are you going to do! Throw down!"

Young people are prone to impulsiveness, and when they become hot, they can do everything.

Wu Laosan jumped down because the situation was critical, and he was a hero. Now this kid is learning from him, and he is just giving him a head.

Uncle Li Er looked around and found that there were not many men in his village who were still alive.

Their village was slaughtered by Mongolian Tartars, and each of them had deep blood hatred. He was the only one with older and higher seniority.

When I talk about these juniors, I saw those evil-like Tartars, and they had the urge to die together.

It seems that I still have to live to take care of them and leave some blood for the village.

In the small fort village, the guard Zhang Yue looked gloomy and he was not a man. He didn't feel that when he was about to fight, he often couldn't even lift his hands when he was fighting a fierce battle.

Many armored soldiers consumed a lot of money, and the defenders were also injured. They had to replenish the defenders in the fort immediately. The weapons consumed were also transported out. The small fortress on the periphery was too small, with strong enemies outside, and wounded people inside toss and groaning around them, which had a great impact on the morale of the army.

Therefore, if this kind of peripheral fortress persists, it must be supported by the army and horses in the city at any time.

Zhang Yue took a look at Shuozhou City. There was no movement at the gate, and other auxiliary cities around him were also under attack.

Their existence was originally intended to support the main city. If the linkage was lost, the auxiliary city would be meaningless.

What are the people in the city doing, why haven’t they come out yet?

Zhang Yue was even a little angry at this time. He really wanted to rush into the city, lift the collars of the dog gods, spray them with a spitting look on their faces, and ask what they were doing?

Hebule looked at the situation and his face did not change at all. Once he decided to siege the city, he would have to make a concerted effort.

Even if a strong Mongol man had to attack with his body and earth, wood, metal and iron, after advancing and retreating, the morale of the army would immediately become depressed and it would be difficult to recover.

Before the city was broken, the casualties ratio between the attacking and the defending sides was too different, which is a convention.

If you can't capture it at one time, you can only encircle it, prepare more siege equipment, restore the morale of the army, raise more military funds, and then break the city - or you can simply encircle the guards and the military rations are exhausted and unable to defend and lose them.

When he was very young, his father once told him that robbing to the south was the same as hunting.

Those cunning Han people would hide behind the high city walls, which was their biggest and only support. After breaking the city, they were a group of cattle and sheep that could be slaughtered, and they could kill people, rape and rob.

So once you start to rush to the city, as long as you have a chance to break the city, it is like a hunter lying dormant in the grass, and you must not let it go easily!

This is a city defense battle that can be called a massacre. Zhang Yue has done an excellent job and his soldiers are brave enough.

However, if reinforcements come, he cannot guarantee that he can continue to defend. The people in the main city must support the auxiliary city on the periphery so that they will not be defeated one by one.

At this moment, Hebule ran towards him and rode a fast horse.

His horsemanship is very exquisite, and it can be said to be so sophisticated. In front of Hebule, he turned around quickly. Although this kind of thing looks very cool, it will cause great harm to the horses. If it weren't for the urgent matter, the Mongolians would not have been like this.

"Khan! A large number of people rushed to the south, it should be their reinforcements!"

"Reinforcements?"

The leaders of the Mongolian tribes around were all shocked. They made many deductions in advance and agreed that the Han people had no reinforcements.

The smoke and dust rose on the horizon in the low direction of the south. First a black line, then quickly advanced forward. The smoke and dust rolled like a yellow dragon with its teeth and claws and selected people, flying in like lightning. The two armies were fighting in full swing, and suddenly they broke out a strange force, which surprised everyone.

Everyone was on the high ground and could see clearly. Zhang Yue grabbed the city wall tightly, not knowing where the people came from.

The flag is sweeping, flies in the wind, and the stars and moon are printed on it.

The star and moon flag is a symbol of Islam. The moon symbolizes development, and the direction of the moon is specified, with the opening to the upper left or to the left, and the crescent moon is constantly increasing, and the stars symbolize unity and individual insignificance.
To be continued...