Chapter 383: The Shura Field of Zhenjiang Fort

Amin sat on his horse, looking at the battlefield in front of him, and trembled slightly uncontrollably, shocked, afraid, and terrified in the depths of his heart. Under the thunder-ploughed city wall, no matter how powerful the warrior is, no matter how thick the armor is, he can't resist such thunder and flint.

Not only was Amin trembling slightly, but the Houjin generals who followed Ah Ming were almost trembling, but everyone pretended not to see it and suppressed their fear in their hearts. The strange situation in front of him has made Amin not know how to fight, on the battlefield, those soldiers who are besieging the city seem to be frozen, and they don't know whether to retreat or continue to attack the city.

The smoke gradually dissipated, and the situation under the city wall of Zhenjiang Fort was already clear at a glance, and there were countless lying horizontally and vertically, but there was no one who could stand.

The smoke cleared, followed by a clearer groan of pain, and outside the walls of Zhenjiang Fort, there was a Shura field.

The attack distance of the grenade is generally only about 30 paces, and the casualties of those 40 paces away are much less, and the wounded are rarely seen 50 paces away.

The Tartars, who were still forty or fifty paces away, did not know whether to continue forward or backward, did not receive the order to retreat, and retreated privately, to kill their heads, but to attack forward, the area where the thunder ploughed that day was really terrifying.

It was still a battlefield with a killing sound just now, but at this time, it has calmed down.

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Countless heads sticking out of the city walls, looking at their own results.

Not only the besiegers are in a daze, but the defenders are also in a daze.

Since Mao Wenlong stood up and saw the dead bodies on the ground, he was stuck there, and this kind of fighting style that he had never done before had subverted his understanding of war. For the results of this style of play, Mao Wenlong himself does not believe it.

Zhang Heng had seen the effect of hundreds of grenades attacking at the same time in the imperial city, and had seen the sheep and wooden stakes after being blown up by hundreds of grenades, so he still had some intuitive understanding of this style of play and the consequences of this way of fighting, so although he was also speechless for a long time after being shocked by the results in front of him, he was the first to come back to his senses.

"Dashuai, without further ado, it's time to shake the hook......" Zhang Heng reminded.

Mao Wenlong woke up from the results of subverting his knowledge, and hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, yes, Mao Da, hurry up and tell the sons and daughters to throw hooks and hang our 'war exploits' up." Mao Wenlong's shout woke up the surrounding relatives who were still demented.

"Yes, father, ......" Mao Da was stunned by the thunder-plough-like combat method, he was the first time to really see the effect of thousands of grenades attacking at the same time, in the face of the dead corpses outside the city wall, Mao Da involuntarily swallowed his saliva, in the past, in the face of the Tartars, they were all going to fight to the death, and they were determined to die and fight to the death with the Tartars, but now, only a few breaths of effort, there were Tartars lying on the ground outside, this way of playing, but also completely subverted his understanding of how he fought in the past, Hearing his father calling for him, he hurriedly agreed, and then shouted loudly: "...... Brothers, throw the hook quickly, there is no head, we will do it in vain, and the reward in hand will also fly......"

Mao shouted loudly, and the people on the city wall seemed to be awakened at the same time, and immediately became noisy, and began to act one after another, taking out the hooks prepared in advance, and throwing them down to hook those who had been killed, or blown to the ground, or corpses.

The Ming Dynasty confirmed the merits of the war, and the voucher for the issuance of the reward was the head, Mao Wenlong and the Tartars fought countless times, and they have always suffered this loss, so that there are not many real confirmed exploits, and they have been fighting for several years, with countless casualties, and the confirmed results are only a few hundred heads. Therefore, Mao Wenlong has now learned to be obedient, taking advantage of the support of the emperor's silver every month, and combining this special grenade to defend the city, so he made a lot of hooks to hook the corpses under the city. Mao Wenlong made countless inferences, and it was expected that the Tartars did not know this method of warfare, and once they approached the city wall, they were very likely to suffer heavy casualties, so they used hooks to hook a batch of "battle results", which was also in Mao Wenlong's plan, without a head, and those civil officials wanted to say that he Mao Wenlong "only traveled and did not attack", "wasted national funds" and "was powerless", if there was a real head, even if he was a picky Wenchen, he had nothing to say.

The people on the city walls smiled and began to "reap" their results with hooks.

The people who fell to the ground under the city wall, in addition to the dead bodies, some were only injured and had not yet died. He was hooked into his skin and bones by a sharp hook, and when he was pulled by someone, he was called to death. ,

The battlefield, which had just fallen silent, was once again filled with this heart-rending and creepy scream.

The people on the city wall worked very hard to harvest their "fruits", and they didn't care about the people below calling them to death, and they still just pulled the rope hard.

The attack distance of the grenade was only forty or fifty paces, and some of the Tartar elites who were forty or fifty paces away habitually reacted and took out bows and arrows to suppress them.

Amin led the generals of Houjin, where they involuntarily trembled in a daze, and saw the people on the city wall throwing hooks and pulling corpses, and those who were not yet dead were pulled and screamed miserably. The wail woke Amin awake, and Amin came back to his senses from the "trembling" and shouted desperately: "Suppress, hurry, shoot arrows, don't let them steal people's heads...... Quick ,...... "Hou Jin knows the Ming Dynasty well, knowing that the Ming Dynasty's calculation of credit is based on the head, so they are also very strict with the "protection" of their own head, they also know that if they lose a head on their side, the border army of the Ming Dynasty can get more rewards, if the head is lost too much, then, the morale of the border army of the Ming Dynasty is undoubtedly a great stimulus, so the Hou Jin attaches great importance to the head of his own side, and generally prevents the Ming Dynasty soldiers from grabbing their own heads, without him, I don't want my head to become the motivation to motivate the enemy to kill me.

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on the city walls.

"Ouch...... The Tartars have shot people......" one of the guards cried out in pain.

The little banner of the leader of this team hurriedly shouted: "Conceal, hide, squat down......" This small banner pulled the corpse too "devoted", so that the remaining Tartars forty or fifty paces away did not pay attention to the arrows, until a Tartar arrow bounced off the iron cap of one of his soldiers, and suddenly discovered the situation, so he immediately shouted to conceal.

The soldiers who were busy pulling the "results" immediately squatted down one by one and hid behind the battlements.

The soldier who shouted pain just now still pulled the rope in his hand tightly, without the slightest intention of letting go, and the corpse hanging in mid-air was suspended in mid-air.

"Ermao, what's wrong? Where did the go? Xiaoqi hurriedly came over and asked the soldier who shouted pain with concern.

"Boss, it's okay, fortunately, there is an iron pot on this head, if it weren't for this iron pot, the head would have to open a hole in the Tartar, and a groove would have to be made......" This soldier called Ermao wrapped the rope of hooking the "battle results" around himself, and did not mean to put down his "battle results" that had been hung in the air.

After tying a rope on his body, Ermao took off the helmet on his head, stroked the concave on the helmet, and said: "If it weren't for this iron pot this time, I'm afraid I would shoot the Tartar to death, thanks to this iron pot, ah ......, I will leave it to future generations to be an heirloom, tell them, you can be born, but it depends on the credit of this iron pot, pot, pot, I ask future generations to burn incense day and night to worship you......"

The little flag smiled and said: "Ermao, the person you should thank is the handsome, your majesty, if the handsome didn't buy you this outfit, would you be able to afford this iron pot on your head?" That's worth more than your family's belongings...... I also want to thank Your Majesty, if it weren't for Your Majesty's silver, it would be nice for you to wear a broken felt hat now, look at you, and you will have to worship that iron hat for generations......"

When everyone heard this, they burst into laughter.

Ermao was embarrassed by everyone's laughter, pulled the rope tied to his body, and said: "You still don't help me, this is a head, but a war exploit, but silver, with him, I have the silver to go home and marry my daughter-in-law, why don't you take over the ...... quickly and strangle me......"

The other soldiers of this small banner laughed and pulled the rope on Ermao's body together under the cover of the battlements of the city wall.

The little flag took Ermao's somewhat sunken helmet, looked at it, and then looked at the city wall battlements, the city wall battlements blocked the view, this little flag seemed to be thinking about something.

Everyone hid behind the city wall, "Yo hey, yo ho" pulled the rope hard, pulling their own military exploits, the corpse was only one or two hundred pounds, and several people worked together to quickly pull up the city wall.

With a "po......of", the corpse was pulled over the battlements of the city wall and fell into the battlements.

"Hey......

"Yo ho ......"

"Hehe, Ermao, your luck is really good, this seems to be a Tartar head, look at this dress, it is estimated that it is a cow record, tsk, Ermao, we can make a fortune......"

After everyone pulled up the corpse, they found that the "battle exploit" they pulled up was still a Tartar head, which was much more valuable than ordinary Tartars. ,

"That's it, Ermao, your luck today is really good, you got an arrow on your head and it didn't matter, just pull it, and you pulled a tartar head, Ermao, did you step on shit when you went out today, how can you be so lucky...... everyone joked happily.

The little flag also quipped: "Ermao, your luck today is really not covered, this arrow is shot by the Tartar elite, in normal times, your head, iron must open a hole, even if you have this iron helmet, at least you have to see blood,...... Today's Tartar elites, I'm afraid that they were frightened by our style of play, and they were a little scared, so they were a little poor in terms of accuracy, and they didn't have much ......strength, hehe, otherwise, Ermao, this would, I'm afraid we will all have to hold your corpse and cry......" That Xiaoqi explained his guess with a smile. [Regarding the issue of iron helmets on the heads of soldiers in the Ming Dynasty, some people may think that iron helmets only appeared in World War I and World War II, and they came out of Europe, in fact, the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty wore iron helmets, especially the border troops in the north, general soldiers, and ordinary soldiers also wore iron helmets, and they had a certain defensive power against bows and arrows. 】

"Hey, hey......" The one named Ermao was embarrassed by everyone, so he had to keep smirking hehehehe.

"Yes, I see that we have won the battle today, and the marshal will definitely reward us, when we can eat meat, how about letting Ermao eat first?" A veteran suddenly suggested.

"Good ......"

"Good ......"

The soldiers of this small banner applauded one after another.

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"What do you think? What do you think? ......" Mao Da half of the cat waist, ran over from the side of the city wall, kicked a soldier, and scolded loudly: "You guys are stupid, stupid? Why don't you hurry up and fish out the corpse below, what are you smirking at here? Can you laugh out loud? ”

Several soldiers of Ermao's small banner immediately didn't dare to laugh, and hurriedly complimented Mao.

Although Mao Da kicked and scolded repeatedly, he was obviously in a good mood today, and with a smile on his face, he finished kicking the people and horses of this small flag, and ran towards the city wall quickly.

This little flag immediately got busy with joy.

"Ermao, give you a hook, you throw it, today you have good luck, borrow your luck......"

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On the city wall, busy pulling corpses, some people are intently observing the movements below, and in front of these people, there is also a periscope.

"Be careful not to show your head, the Tartars are approaching, they all shrink their heads......" shouted the man who was observing the enemy with a periscope.

"Third Banner, there are Tartars thirty paces ahead, ready to throw grenades......" shouted the man in charge of observation.

The small flag of Ermao happened to be the third flag, and when they heard Shangguan's order, several people immediately loosened the rope in their hands, pulled out a grenade, and unscrewed the back cover.

"Pay attention to ......, twenty-five steps,...... Twenty steps ......" the person in charge of observation kept reporting the numbers.

Ermao, the soldier of the small flag, skillfully lit the fuse with incense, slightly distinguished the direction, and skillfully threw the battlements.

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Anfiktu was an elite soldier, with three or four coats, and when the earth-shattering explosion occurred, he was just fifty paces away, dodging the thunder and flint. However, when he saw the Ming Dynasty soldiers hooking people with hooks, out of instinct, he began to suppress them with arrows to prevent the Ming Dynasty from getting their heads, but it was true that as the Ming Dynasty Xiaoqi said just now, the earth-shattering thunderstorm did scare him so much that he lost a lot of accuracy, and he had no strength, so that he obviously shot people, but there was no result.

Anfiktu walked forward out of instinct, out of instinct to prevent the head of his side from being cut, he walked closer and closer to the city wall, so that when he was about to approach the city wall, a few iron bumps suddenly flew down from the city wall, Anfiktu looked at the smoking iron bumps, suddenly remembered something, suddenly roared in despair, and turned around and ran wildly.

"Boom......, ......boom, boom, boom......" After several grenades exploded at the same time, there was no such person as Anfiktu in the world, only a wisp of torn clothing spilled from mid-air.

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Mao Wenlong is watching with great interest the people on his side reaping the "results", he has played so many tricks and thought of so many methods, and now, he has finally seen the results. He pouted as he watched some scattered Tartars try to stop the people on the city walls from snatching heads.

Mao Da walked around the city wall, came back again, and said: "Father, good things, good things, the brothers are hooking the corpse, and there have been a lot of ...... hooks, hehe, father, this time, we can get rich, and I don't know how much we have to get for the reward...... Your Majesty has always been generous, and there will definitely be no shortage of our silver bounty ......" Mao Da turned around and had already gotten the latest information. ,

"Oh, huh, huh? How many people did the Tartars probably die this time? Mao Wenlong tried not to be too excited.

"Father, this time we are afraid that one or two thousand Tartars will be killed and injured............ but we have to hook them one by one, otherwise, I am afraid that the imperial court will not take it seriously," Mao Da finished speaking, and looked at Zhang Heng.

"General Mao rest assured, the cause and effect of this incident, the process and the results of the battle, the lower officials will definitely report to the General Staff truthfully, how many Tartars died, the lower officials know in their hearts, however, the imperial court statistics of war exploits, you still have to look at the head, hehe, so, General Mao, my report is a report, at most it is to let Your Majesty know your loyalty and bravery, know that you are fighting with your heart, this war exploit, to be honest, Zhang Mou thinks, it is more ......practical to hook more heads" Zhang Hengman said helplessly.

"It's okay, Staff Officer Zhang, as long as Your Majesty can understand the hard work of the ministers, it doesn't matter if you have military merits, it's better, it doesn't matter if you don't, I'm Mao Wenlong, I've been here in Dongjiang Town all these years, a few more heads, a few fewer heads, and we still kill the Tartars......" Mao Wenlong said.

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"Master, you can't attack the city, master, you can't attack the city......" A slave desperately hugged his master's thigh, and hugged Amin's leg while howling and didn't let go.

"Master, I'm afraid that we really can't attack the city now, and this time we went to more than a thousand people, although they are all coated, but we can't get close to the city wall......"

Amin woke up from the trembling of death, and when he saw the Ming Dynasty soldiers hooking the corpses with hooks, he immediately jumped like thunder, and wanted to continue the attack and snatch back those corpses, but he was desperately dragged by his own minions, and he couldn't even get close to the city wall, so what else was there to talk about attacking the city and snatching back the corpses? Isn't it to send more corpses?

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"Huh...... The Tartar seems to be afraid, and the people who sent them to death ......have all left, isn't it cheap for me Mao Wenlong to cut off the head...... this head is cut, but it's refreshing......" Mao Wenlong looked at the people who retreated like a tide, and said to himself dissatisfied.

The entourage followed Mao Wenlong's look, and the besiegers had indeed retreated, only forming a death zone within fifty steps of the city wall, and leaving a place of dead corpses in this death zone.

"Mao Da ......," Mao Wenlong suddenly shouted.

"The child is ......," Mao Da immediately replied.

"Cut off the heads of the corpses that were pulled up, deal with them well, and in the future, the court will come to see the heads, and the credit will be done......," Mao Wenlong shouted loudly.

"The child obeys the order...... Mao Da replied immediately, there is no doubt about this, isn't it just to cut off the head of the dead body? However, Mao Da asked again: "Father, the head has been cut, is the corpse pushed down?" ”

Mao Wenlong smiled on his face, watched the tide recede, and said, "No, ......, Ben Shuai wants to use his head to ask for credit, and he wants to use the rest to call the Tartar back......"

“…… Mao Da, you immediately call the sons, cut off the heads, and hang the corpses on the city wall for me, Ben Shuai wants to let the Tartars see the end of this siege, Ben Shuai wants to see if the Tartars can still sit still...... Ben Shuai wants to let the Tartars come back and send them to death, the more they come, the more they die, the better...... Haha......" Mao Wenlong said sharply.

Although the relatives and entourage also crawled out of the sea of corpses and blood, they also had palpitations when they heard such a method from their own marshal, and their own marshal, in order to provoke the Tartars, in order to let the Tartars attack the city, they had done everything they could.

"Yes, father......" Mao Da hesitated slightly, and then agreed.

Zhang Heng couldn't help but remind: "Dashuai, it's still hot now, don't let this corpse stink for half a day, I'm afraid it will stink, hang on the city wall, it will smoke the brothers, besides, I'm afraid of the plague......" Zhang Heng felt a little disgusted in his heart, looking at the bloody scenes of cutting people's heads everywhere on the city wall, he reminded him.