Chapter 292: Lard Bullets
Behind the coalition camp, tens of thousands of local civilians, supervised by a group of white-hat auxiliaries, are chopping wood to create improvised ladders. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoWomen, children, old and weak dig the sand on the ground and fill the dug sand into a sack.
Aniwal carried a mouthful of the sack that had been filled, walked to the place where the sack was piled up, and dropped the sack. He has carried more than 30 sacks back and forth, the sacks filled with sand and soil are very heavy, one sack weighs more than 100 catties, and he has carried nearly 4,000 catties of heavy objects back and forth more than 30 times. Fifty paces back and forth, more than thirty round-trips, he had already walked several miles. He was so tired that Aniwar was about to take a breath when a fierce white-hat auxiliary whipped him on the back: "Work! Don't be lazy! ”
Anival turned his head and glanced at the white-hatted auxiliary. When he turned his head again, his blood-red eyes were filled with anger.
"These white hat heretics! They change the will of the true God, and they are worse than the infidels! Aniwar cursed inwardly. Those white-hat auxiliaries were as honest as dogs in front of the Han and Mongols, even in front of the Turks who surrendered to the Mongols, but in front of the Turkic people, they flaunted their might, and they were even more vicious than the Han and Mongols.
However, Anivar, of course, hated the Mongols more than the Turks, who had surrendered to the Mongols, and who had gone against the teachings of the true God and sold their souls to the devil.
The military discipline of the Mongols was not good at all, and there were still many beautiful women among the local Turks.
You don't have to think about it, everyone knows how miserable the fate of a woman who falls into the hands of a foreigner and becomes a captive. The women were all gathered by the Mongols in a large barracks for the Mongols to vent for.
Aniwar walked up to the women and children who were working, his wife Bahagul shoveling soil, and his eldest son, who was thirteen years old, his second son who was eleven, and his youngest son, who was seven years old, were helping to fill the sacks with sand. His family was captured by the Mongols, and all four of his daughters were taken away by the Mongols, from the eldest daughter at the age of eighteen to the youngest daughter at the age of nine. Thinking of the four daughters, Aniwal's four daughters are the four golden flowers in the village, the eldest daughter has been married, but this time the son-in-law was also arrested, and the fifteen-year-old second daughter had a crush and was also arrested for hard labor.
Four daughters fell into the hands of the Mongols, and Aniwar could not imagine what fate would befall them.
Aniwar carried the sack two more times, this time he was too tired to stand it, but he really didn't dare to sit down, the scar on his back was so painful that as soon as his ass fell to the ground, the white hat soldier would unceremoniously whip him.
Not to mention how fierce the white-hat soldiers were, even when the children were tired from their work and stopped to take a breath, they would be whipped by the white-hat soldiers, and Aniwal's seven-year-old son was whipped, and a white-hatted soldier with a fleshy face and a big beard whipped his son's tender face, leaving a bloody wound.
There was a lack of wood in the desert Gobi region, and the coalition forces did not build large siege weapons, the largest of which were several nest carts on which sharpshooters could stand. In addition to the simple ladder, there is also a simple shield car, which is actually a wheelbarrow with a thick wooden board in front of it.
Aniwal once again carried the sandbag to the place where the sandbags were stacked, and after he lowered the sandbag, he slowly dragged his tired body back. On the way, he saw several Mongolian gunners and Han gunners, and the weapons of those gunmen were guns with long barrels, which was nothing, but Aniwar saw that the gunmen actually opened a small jar, dug out the grease in the jar, and smeared it on the bullet! The jar contained white grease, which Anivar could smell from afar, and it smelled pungent.
This smell is a fragrance for the Han people, but for the Turkic people, it is a pungent and unpleasant smell! Because that's lard.
"Damn infidels! Actually with the fat of such filthy animals! They're going to hell of fire! Aniwar cursed inwardly. Before he knew it, his walking speed slowed down. At this moment, he only felt a hot pain in his back, and heard a scolding sound from behind him.
"Don't hurry up and get to work! I'll be lazy and beat you to death! A white-hat soldier behind him yelled.
Aniwar pointed to the Mongol and Han musketeers and said to the white-hat soldiers: "Their infidels, they have smeared lard on bullets, and you have given them their lives!" ”
"Slap" was another whip that slashed his head and face, only to hear the white-hat soldier scolding: "The bullet is not hitting you, what are you calling!" Don't hurry up and get to work! ”
Aniwar reluctantly dragged his heavy steps, step by step towards the women and children filled with sandbags, the old and weak. I only heard the white-hat soldier behind him still scolding: "This bullet is used to kill heretics and send them to hell!" ”
Ma Shouzhen, the leader of the white-hat soldiers with a big beard on his face, rode a camel and watched his soldiers supervise the Turks sweating and raining down. Ma Shouzhen is a native of Gansu, his ancestors were the big cannibals who came to Gansu during the Tang Dynasty, he grew up in poverty, and engaged in transportation as a profession. Later, when he followed Hita Yetula into southern Xinjiang to do business, he was driven out by the Turks, and he still left traces of the Turkic whipping.
"Humph! If the Turks dare to be lazy, they will beat them hard! Ma Shouzhen scolded viciously.
After five days and five nights of preparations, the coalition forces finally began to attack the city.
War drums rumbled, and Aniwal and a few of his fellow villagers pushed out of formation a wheelbarrow with a thick wooden plank in front of it, and pushed it out of formation. Rows of white-hatted soldiers with steel knives stood behind them, staring at them fiercely, and if they noticed that the Turks were trying to turn and flee, the steel knives in the hands of the white-hatters would not hesitate to rise and drop and cut off their heads.
Ma Shouzhen no longer rides a camel, he rides a war horse, and he does not wear a white hat on his head, but wears an iron helmet, and his whole body is covered with iron armor, which looks majestic.
"As long as the Turks retreat, they will not be forgiven!" Ma Shouzhen raised his whip and pointed forward.
Today's Ma Shouzhen can be regarded as a daughter-in-law who has been a wife for many years, and the soldiers under his command were all cannon fodder soldiers, who were pushed to the front by the Han and Mongols to attack the city. Now that there are Turkic captives, the White Hats have been upgraded, and they have the power to kill and kill those Turkic cannon fodder teams.
Li Laiheng didn't know when he appeared next to Ma Shouzhen: "Fight hard!" Defeat Yarkand City, and there will be many rewards! ”