318 hit the head and broke the blood flow

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That's because the guards of Shunde were worried that if they fired another shot, those worn-out bird guns would explode, so those bird guns didn't come in handy.

Moreover, those Mongol soldiers were very confident in their archery skills.

They believed that with their archery skills, they were able to suppress the defenders on the walls of Shunde.

So in their hearts, they still have more confidence.

But today they find themselves in a hard bone that they simply can't gnaw on.

When the west city wall of Shunde, there was a burst of "popping" bird guns.

The Mongolian archers, who were standing calmly under the city wall and firing arrows towards the city wall of Shunde, finally tasted the pain of the Tartar soldiers yesterday.

A volley of guns rang out, and immediately more than 20 Mongolian archers were hit by lead bullets and fell to the ground.

But all the archers who were hit by lead bullets felt a strong force coming from their bodies, and then a sharp pain spread throughout their bodies, causing them to let out a miserable wail.

Those archers who were shot in the head, or **** shots, and died on the spot are better, so they don't have to suffer this kind of pain.

But the archers who had been shot in the limbs or in the abdomen could not die for a while, and could only howl and lie on the ground and roll in pain.

Some archers were shot in the abdomen, and after being punched a large hole, even their intestines flowed out.

The pain caused the people to roll all over the ground, and the blue-gray intestines dragged on the ground, which looked extremely terrifying.

"The second platoon retreats, hurry up and reload, and the third platoon step forward and shoot!"

Although the Mongol soldiers under the city were caught off guard by the bird-gunners of the White Dragon Army, the remaining archers still stubbornly shot upwards.

Trying to suppress the bird gunners of the White Dragon Army on the city wall, and those bird gunners of the White Dragon Army in each row on the city wall hurriedly retreated after firing and gave way to the bird gunners in the back row.

They stepped back, drew their guns, cleared the barrels, and immediately began to reload.

After the White Dragon Army was equipped with the fixed gunpowder, the speed at which the birds fired was several times higher than before.

After simplifying the reloading process, this bird's gun, which used to take only one shot or two minutes, has now reached a speed of about three rounds per minute when fired at full speed.

This is definitely a very terrifying rate of fire, absolutely crushing those archers in the era of cold weapons.

Even Li Zixiao has been looking forward to when all the birds of the White Dragon Army will be reloaded with flintlock pistols, then it will make their team's combat strength go to a higher level.

"Bang ......"

The platoon guns rang out again, and this time the Mongol archers fell by dozens more, but they startled Prince Zoenro, who was supervising the battle behind.

Zuo Enluo found out for the first time that the bird gun could still be so powerful, and the bird gun on the city wall of Shunde had not stopped since it sounded just now.

Beat their archers to the point that they had no power to fight back at all, and in just a few moments, they had already paid nearly a hundred casualties for archers.

"Quick, order another group of archers to go up, let them give this prince, and shoot down all the Ming troops at the head of the city."

Zo Enro was furious and issued an order to the front, and soon more than 300 Mongolian archers ran towards the foot of the city wall.

A battle between the bow and the bird gunners has begun!

The sound of birds on the city wall of Shunde kept ringing, and the deafening sound of fire shook the ears of those sword and shield soldiers who were responsible for covering, and it kept ringing.

The pungent smell of gunsmoke from the bird's guns also made them sneeze, but they were the most reliable protection for the birds.

The large shield held by the sword and shield soldiers can effectively block the arrows fired from outside the city.

Only a few arrows were able to get past the shields and hit the bird-gunners who shot in the back, in stark contrast to the phenomenon of a large number of people falling under the city.

After some firefighting, in general, the two sides damaged each other.

The birds of the White Dragon Army have the cover of shields, and after the training and cooperation of actual combat along the way, the cooperation between the sergeants and the soldiers has gradually become tacit.

After several rounds of shooting, only five or six of the White Dragon Army's bird soldiers were shot and wounded, and most of them were shot bird soldiers, all of whom had chain mail to protect themselves, so it can be said that they were well-equipped.

Their injuries were not very serious, and most of them were able to save their lives after being dragged down for treatment.

After such a long period of shooting, there was only one unlucky fellow, who was shot in the face by an arrow flying in from outside the city, and fell to the ground screaming and died.

One by one, the Mongolian archers swaggered under the city walls, took a pose, stood up straight, and fired a fierce shot at the wall.

With such a conspicuous target, the birds of the White Dragon Army would not let go of such a good opportunity to destroy the enemy, and unceremoniously fired fiercely at them.

As for the Mongolian soldiers who climbed the Shunde city wall with a ladder, they were also blocked by the rolling wood and stones falling on the top of the city, and they could not climb the city wall at all.

Seeing the heavy losses of his sons, the Mongol prince Zoenro was on horseback and could no longer sit still.

He turned his face sideways and said loudly to a Mongolian general next to him: "Ah Gu, we can't go on like this, our archers have suffered too many casualties."

If this continues, all our archers will be wiped out, and it is not easy for our clan to train an archer! ”

The Mongolian general named Ah Gu also began to ooze cold sweat on his head at this time.

He stiffened his arms and said, "Your Royal Highness, now Lord Rao Yu Belle is watching us from behind, if we just retreat like this, can Rao Yu Belle get around us?" ”

"Then you can't just watch the warriors of our tribe die in vain!"

Prince Zuo Enluo was really anxious at this time, he began to regret what he had just said in front of Abatai, he never expected that the defenders on Shunde would suddenly become so powerful.

Their Mongolian tribes, this time followed the Tartars into the customs, mainly to come to make soy sauce, although sometimes they also make efforts, but there is no need to put all their net worth on it!

Their Mongolian tribes were already sparsely populated at this time, and the 3,000 Mongol soldiers led by Zuo Enluo at this time were almost all of their troops.

If this battle continues, if the losses are too heavy, it is estimated that this tribe will not want to slow down for five or six years.

"No, let's take down the archers first, the firearms of the Ming Dog on the city wall are too sharp.

If the casualties of his subordinates are too great, there will be no way to explain to the patriarchs after they go back! In the end, Zuo Enluo was still coaxed and continued to speak anxiously.

"Okay, I agree with His Royal Highness the Prince, then order the archers to withdraw first, and let the other tribes hurry up the siege, as long as they can climb the city wall, the victory will be ours."

Ah Gu gritted his teeth and agreed with Zuo Enluo's opinion.

"Woo woo woo ......"

In a short time, the Mongol archers, who had suffered heavy casualties, spread their feet and retreated.

But the order was only for the archers to retreat, and the Mongol foot soldiers, one by one, holding small round shields and carrying ladders, desperately rushed towards the city wall.

On the city wall, under the cover of the shield, Li Zixiao observed the battle situation under the city through the battlement.

When he saw the Mongolian archers, who were attacked by the city's birds, they suffered heavy casualties, and smiled.

With the sound of the horn, the Mongol archers retreated, but the Mongol soldiers launched an even more fierce siege.

"Golden juice ready!"

While speaking, the Mongolian soldiers forcibly erected the ladder and climbed desperately to the city wall one by one like ants, and then the orders of the officers of the White Dragon Army sounded on the city wall.

On the city wall of Shunde, the white dragon soldiers used wooden spoons to scoop up a lump of hot gold juice from the boiling cauldron and poured it down towards the city.

I heard only a miserable wail, and suddenly it sounded, and the Mongolian soldiers who were poured with hot gold juice all rolled down the ladder.

From the two-zhang high city wall, it falls straight to the ground, and even if it doesn't die, it will be crippled, and it will lose its combat power.

The hot, yellow-orange-orange golden juice spilled from the sky like rainflakes from the sky, emitting a foul smell.

This trick to defend the city is really very vicious!

Golden juice, the name sounds beautiful, it is also the name of a medicinal herb that has a cooling and detoxifying function.

But it actually represents something else, which is a very vicious weapon for defending the city, which is made by mixing human and livestock dung, adding water, and boiling it.

This is one of the most primitive biochemical weapons in the history of China, and in the long combat career of cold weapons in China, it is often used in the defense of the city, and it has performed miraculous feats.

If the human body is sprinkled with boiling gold juice on the skin, the wound will be scalded to the flesh, and countless toxic bacteria in the feces will invade the human body along the wound.

A person who is infected by a gold juice burn will soon have his wound red and swollen and suppurated in the following days, and then his whole body will festering and dying.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, when anti-inflammatory antibiotics were impossible, such infections were usually fatal, and few people survived.

The boiling gold juice spilled from the top of the city, and the Mongol soldiers who climbed up the ladder below were unlucky.

And as the White Dragon Army's bird-gunners also began to shoot at them, they didn't even want to climb the Shunde city wall.

Every time there was a burst of bird's guns on the city wall, the characteristic volley of gunshots, and a white mist would rise, and the brave Mongol warriors would fall down like dumplings.

In the distance, Ah Gu's heart hurt like a knife, and he shouted loudly to Prince Zuo Enluo: "Enough, Your Royal Highness, we can't fight like this anymore."

The life of every warrior of our tribe is precious, their battlefield should be on the vast prairie, they should ride war horses, pick up sabers, bows and arrows, and gallop on the prairie to fight.

Instead of climbing the enemy's tall walls on my feet, as I do now, I've had enough.

Your Royal Highness, I beg to withdraw our troops, even if Lord Abatai wants to punish us, let him go, we cannot leave all the tribal warriors here.

In that case, let's go back, the loss of the tribe's strength is too great, and it is estimated that it will be annexed by other tribes. ”

Prince Zuo Enluo's eyes were red, looking at the warriors of the clan who were killed and wounded not far away, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes.

He was very unwilling, this was their best chance to show their loyalty to the Tartars, but Ah Gu's words woke him up.

If he threw all these 3,000 Mongol soldiers under the city of Shunde, and when they returned to the tribe, it was estimated that he, the prince, would also be able to do it.

If you don't get it right, you will have to worry about your life, the Mongolian population is not large, and 3,000 soldiers and horses are already nearly half of the soldiers and horses in the Zuo Enluo tribe.

In the end, Zuo Enluo still agreed to Ah Gu's request, nodded slowly, and ordered a retreat.

Behind, Abatai led the generals of the Tartar soldiers, looking at the battle situation on the west city wall of Shunde in the distance, his face was as if he was dripping.

The faces of the generals around him were also very ugly, they didn't expect that the same city would have such a big change if it was defended by different people.

Just yesterday, they wanted to take this city, and it only took a round or two of these 3,000 Mongol soldiers to attack it, and it would almost become their possession.

But with Li Zixiao leading the White Dragon Army into Shunde, Shunde has become an impregnable copper wall.

In front of it, the Mongols hit their heads and bled out.

When the prince of Zoenro led the rout, he retreated in a panic and came to Abatai to plead guilty.

Abatai, who was riding on horseback, looked at the Mongol prince with a look of horror and fear on his face, and was silent for a long time.

Looking at Abatai, who was silent, Zuo Enluo chuckled in his heart, for fear that Abatai would blame them, so he cried and stepped forward to plead guilty: "Rao Yu Belle, this time our tribe warriors have suffered heavy casualties, and they are really unable to attack Shunde City again.

For the sake of our loyalty to the Qing Dynasty over the years, please leave some seeds for our tribe! ”

"Yes, spare Belle, the three thousand men and horses brought by our tribe have lost more than eight hundred people so far, so you can show mercy and let our tribe warriors rest for a while."

Ah Gu on the side also quickly knelt on the ground and cried to Abatai.

At this time, a Tartar general behind Abatai stood up and said, "Rao Yu Belle, the minions think that the defeat in this battle cannot be entirely blamed on Prince Zoenro.

This Ming army is sharp, and the soldiers are not afraid of death, which is completely different from the Ming army seen by the previous minions.

It is understandable that Prince Zuo Enluo suffered such a big defeat today, and the slave implored Lord Belle to spare His Royal Highness the prince this time! ”

Of course, it was impossible for Abatai to punish him heavily, or even execute Zuo Enluo, who was also a prince of the Mongols, and his execution would destroy the relationship between the Qing Dynasty and the Mongols.

Abatai also knew that at this time, Huang Taiji was vigorously promoting the policy of 'Manchurian and Mongolian family', and there were many in-laws in Manchu and Mongolian high-level.

Huang Taiji gave birth to sixteen daughters, of which fourteen were married to the Mongols, and under the influence of Huang Taiji's policy, even if he was a nobleman, he did not dare to punish some Mongol allies too much.