"Hold on! It's all for the lord to resist! As long as you break through this stockade and don't seal the knife, let everyone kill happily! ......" Mullen shouted at the back of the mountain attack team with his waist knife in hand.

This is already the third day of their attack on the Eighteen Cliffs, and in these three days, the first thing is that all the cannon fodder they captured has been killed.

The second is that Mu Lun commanded the Horqin soldiers to attack the Eighteen Cliffs non-stop, and the mountain road leading to the Eighteen Cliffs was already covered with corpses.

The Mongols on the offensive were numb and indifferent to the promises made by Mulen.

It's just a mechanical step, a little bit of upward attack.

Mu Lun was also very anxious in his heart, he had already boasted about Haikou in front of Hauge, but now he couldn't take the eighteen cliffs, how good is this.

The Mongol soldiers managed to reach the bottom of the wall, and before they could erect the ladder, they were hit from at least two directions.

The uneven walls increased the point of fire, and the Mongols were met with arrows from at least two directions wherever they fired.

For three days, the Mongols had suffered enough from this wall, and hundreds of people fell under the wall and could not get up again.

There were too few people in the Dark Horse Club who could wield bows and crossbows, otherwise the Mongols' losses would have doubled.

Even so, every member of the Dark Horse Club who wields a bow and crossbow is a thorn in the side of the Mongols, and they will fight with all their might if they encounter it.

Ma Yingshou had just shot down a Mongol who was about to climb the wall, and a person jumped up from the wall not far away.

The man was armed with a waist knife and had a vicious appearance. The sheepskin robe on his body was even taken off and tied tightly around his waist.

He jumped onto the wall and slashed down a Dark Horse Soldier with a sword, and before the others could react, he rushed to Ma Yingshou in front of him.

Ma Yingshou was about to wind his crossbow arrows when he saw a Mongol rushing at him with a bloodied scimitar.

The blood on the knife kept dripping on the wall, and the smell of blood hit the door of Ma Yingshou.

The horse with the crossbow was too late to wind the crossbow arrows. And the man rushed before him.

Ma Yingshou raised his hand and threw the crossbow in his hand at the door of the Mongol's face, and the Mongol slightly turned his face to avoid the crossbow thrown over.

The scimitar in his hand was picked up and slashed towards the top of Ma Yingshou's head.

When Ma Yingshou threw out his crossbow, he threw it to one side, and an unwound crossbow could not stop the Mongols at all.

Throwing the crossbow just now was just to distract the Mongols, all he had to do was to distance himself from the Mongols as much as possible and wait for his companions to come to their aid.

The horse that pounced out should have rolled on the ground, and when he got up again, he had already drawn the steel knife at his waist.

The Mongols followed with a single sword, and the crossbowmen in front of them killed several of their warriors in Korqin, even if they were all killed.

Ma Yingshou waved his sword to block the Mongol attack, and shouted loudly: "Dog Tartar! Dare to come to the Eighteen Cliffs to die! I'll send you to Hades today! Brothers! Poke him in the back! ”

The Mongolian could understand some Chinese, and when he heard someone stabbing him in the back, he couldn't help but turn his head.

After seeing that there was no one behind him, he couldn't help but flash in his mind, "Fooled!" His whole being also took a step back.

Ma Yingshou swung his knife at the moment when the Mongols turned back, and the sharp steel knife cut through the skin of the Mongols' chest, and a palm-long cut appeared in the Mongols' chest.

The enraged Mongols roared in blunt Chinese: "Despicable Han people, die!" ”

As soon as his scimitar was raised, Ma Yingshou shouted again: "Stab him in the vest!" Fast! ”

This time the Mongols did not look back, but their movements paused slightly.

It was this slight pause that allowed Ma Yingshou to calmly dodge the Mongol attack and add another wound to the Mongol's body.

The Mongol was about to be mad by Ma Yingshou, and he no longer believed what Ma Yingshou said.

The scimitar in his hand slashed at Ma Yingshou with all his might, not listening to what Ma Yingshou was saying at all.

"Watch your step!"

"Hurry up and sneak up on his head!"

"Stab him in the thigh!"

Ma Yingshou shouted one after another, and the Mongols turned a deaf ear and completely ignored Ma Yingshou's prompts.

But just as Ma Yingshou said the last sentence, there was a heart-piercing pain in his thigh.

A spear stabbed him from behind at some point and pierced the Mongol's thigh.

The pain made the Mongol scream, and he couldn't help but look back.

I saw a soldier of the Dark Horse Club pierce his thigh with a spear, and before he could make any movement, Ma Yingshou's steel knife slashed through his neck.

The last impression left in the hearts of the Mongols was that the shameless Han Chinese actually deceived him with the truth, and he died too aggrieved.

After Ma Yingshou killed the Mongol, he shook his head helplessly and said, "I said that you should be careful, but you still don't believe it!" Stupid Mongols! ”

The two sides fought for half an hour above and below the wall, and the Mongols again left more than 200 corpses and retreated.

Mu Lun has completely lost his temper, and the Horqin warriors who have confessed under the eighteen cliffs in the past few days have approached a thousand.

Half of the casualties made the Mongol soldiers complain, and if the Mongols continued to attack, this group would not be able to kill the Muren rebellion.

In desperation, Mullen walked in front of Hauge's horse, knelt down on his knees and pleaded: "Lord Belle! The minions did not defeat the eighteen cliffs, and the soldiers were defeated and the generals were punished! ”

Hauge's nose snorted heavily, "Rubbish! You can't even take down a cottage, what does Ben Belle want you to do? ”

"Lord Belle, be gracious! The minions have done their best, the eighteen cliffs are easy to defend and difficult to attack, the minions have worked hard, and there is no hiding at all! Mu Lun hurriedly kowtowed.

Hauge whipped Mu Lun with a whip, and Mu Lun's body trembled in pain, but he didn't dare to hide at all, so he could only grit his teeth and stand up.

"Useless dog minion! Go and attack again, this time let the blue flag warriors help you, if you can't attack the eighteen cliffs, come and see you! Hauge scolded Mullen and began to arrange for the Jurchen armor to attack.

Although it was useless to angrily denounce Mullen, Hauge was still surprised by the ingenuity of the construction of the Eighteen Cliffs Camp.

Even if the Jurchen elite attacked the Eighteen Cliffs, they had to pay a great price, but fortunately, there were not many crossbowmen in the Black Horse Society, and some were consumed by the Mongols.

This time he should be able to take the Eighteen Cliffs, and then the Horqin Mongols will definitely be convinced by him.

Hauge is young and invincible, and he will definitely spread throughout Mongolia, and when he returns to Shengjing, he will also show his face in front of Emperor Ama Taiji.

Looking at the Mongols who were attacking the mountain again, with a wave of his hand, hundreds of Jurchen armor soldiers followed closely behind.

Bu He slowly waved his hand and said, "Mr. Tang! Is it sure that the trebuchet will drop the stone projectile there? ”

Tang Ruowang looked in the direction of the cloth and his fingers, estimated the distance and said, "It's a little far!" But this is downhill, and the stone bullet will roll down when it falls, so it should be able to hit there! ”

"Good! When the wall explodes, throw all the stone bullets! ”

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