The night is like water.

The light of the flames under the western city faded.

The Tatar sappers had covered the earth halfway up to the corpse volcano, during which people were stoned and shot to death, and their corpses were immediately lifted up by the living and piled up to lay the foundation stones of the siege road.

The blood soaked through the dry earth, gathered into a stream under the corpse pile, and flowed into the moat, exuding a bloody smell along with the headless corpse of the war horse.

Although the walls of Datong are six feet and seven feet high, they are half covered by this huge pile of burning corpses, and once the fire on it is extinguished, the Tartars can cross the moat along the horse corpse bridge all the way to the waist of the city wall, and it is as easy to climb up the ladder as it is to climb a tiled house, and the numerical superiority will be immediately revealed, and the situation will be quite unfavorable to the defenders. General Yan calmly observed the battle situation, and was worried in his heart.

Chen Shengyi leaned behind the battlements to avoid arrows, wrapped his right hand with a bandage around the blood blister, and placed the golden knife on his leg, ready to fight with all his strength at any time.

Chang Sihao saw this scene by the firelight, and thought that this big killing during the day was several hours, and he could actually make an old swordsman like Brother Chen grind a bubble on his hands, let alone others.

He looked at the tired faces of the soldiers defending the city, worried in his heart, and secretly thought that the 70,000 Tartars and the front and rear troops took turns to fight and rest, even if they were all cut with their heads stretched out, they would tire people to death, not to mention fighting for their lives. Now that the fuel has been exhausted, there are a few pots in the city, you can get some spirits, but the burning time of the wine is limited, and it can also be extinguished by the enemy with mud...... Couldn't this corpse pile be destroyed? Thinking about it, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed, and he came up with a method, but he didn't dare to use it without permission, so he hurriedly went up to the arrow tower to ask for instructions.

After listening to him, General Yan high-fived and said, "Good way! ”

Chang Sihao is still worried: "I'm afraid that if the city wall is damaged, the Tartars will take advantage." ”

Yan Zongbing thought for a while, patted him on the shoulder and said: "Brother Chang, the situation is critical and you can't think too much, I believe in you, let it go! I'll take it if something happens!" Chang Sihao nodded, turned around and went downstairs, nodded and called a team of people to the city to pick up a private house nearby, and after a while, the girder was dismantled and carried back, he ordered the artillerymen to gather the gunpowder and make and process it according to the requirements, and he pulled out the Benlei knife, sharpened one end of the girder, cut the groove at the other end, and tied it to a cable with a thick arm.

Soon after the completion of the work here, the artillery commander brought over a pillar with two gunners, which was about two bowls thick and seven feet long, wrapped tightly in soft armor, bound with bamboo slices on the outside, and a twist of gunpowder about a foot long. One of the gunners looked quite old, and said with a little trembling: "Young swordsman, such a large amount of medicine is not a joke, do you really want to use it?" The artillery commander also said: "This one uses the amount of 200 shells!"

Chang Sihao's wide sword eyebrows were slanted, and the light in his eyes was cold: "There is no other trick, the arrow is on the string, just fight it!" waved his hand: "Go!"

The sergeants lifted the large, sharpened beams up to the city, and set them above the battlements, pointing their pointed ends at the top of the pile of corpses, as he requested.

Chang Sihao shouted: "Put!"

"Uh-"

The thick beam of the small wellhead hung up the wind and flew straight to the city, with a snort, plunged into the pile of corpses that were still burning at the top, and the beam body of seven or eight feet was not more than half of it, Chang Sihao shouted: "Pull!" The sergeants pulled the cable with all their strength, and pulled the girder up, and a black hole was immediately revealed on the corpse pile, and black and red blood foam and minced meat scraps dripped down at the tip of the girder. Pulling up halfway, Chang Sihao shouted again: "Release!" The girder was pierced again, and it was deeply inserted into the blood, and this time the cable didn't go in. The Tartars digging and digging the mud at the bottom looked up at the situation on the top of the corpse pile, and wondered what kind of illness the Ming army had committed, and why did they smash this corpse pile without throwing such a big piece of rolling wood down and smashing us? Do the dead men and dead horses on top know that it hurts? Several centurions scolded behind them, and the sappers all lowered their heads and stepped up their work.

Chen Shengyi had already guessed Chang Sihao's intentions, and a smile of joy and approval appeared on his face.

At this moment, the city and the city were still shooting, and in order to cover Chang Sihao's actions, General Yan sent additional archers.

I replied that he was watching from a distance, and although he was puzzled, he also expected that the enemy's move would be unfavorable to his side, and with a wave of his hand, the six thousand cavalry archers on the right flank swept out like the wind and killed the edge of the city.

Chang Sihao ordered it to be released again, estimated that it was almost over, and asked the sergeant to drag the bloody girder up to the city, and waved his hand to the two gunners to carry the gunpowder cartridge tied into a pillar with bamboo chips, and one of them asked, "What should I do?"

Chang Sihao was happy and said, "Then do you still need to ask? Throw it at the entrance of the cave for me!"

"Hey, hey. The old gunner shuddered in agreement, and wondered what effect it had, and that's it, come on! He took a torch and lit the medicine twist, and the firing line burned rapidly, and the two of them stood back and forth, lower in front and high in the back, and aimed the powder cartridge at the bloody and palpitating hole in the corpse pile, and threw it vertically—

The rest of the people have already understood Chang Sihao's intentions, and their faces showed joy, thinking that this time the corpse pile will be blown up and flattened, if the dog Tartar still wants to use the corpse pile to attack the city, then slaughter it thousands of war horses and kill 18,000 people!

"Smack. ”

The smiles on the faces of the people in the city froze suddenly.

The explosives were thrown slightly off, and landed right next to the hole!

The artillery commander was almost mad, pulled the old gunner's collar and gritted his teeth and roared, "You old bastard! You're blind—"

The top of the pile of corpses splashed with oil was still burning, the flames were as high as a man, the twist of explosives was burning rapidly, there was only a small section of the length of the palm of the hand, and the skin of the powder cartridge was already on fire, if it exploded here, not only would this half of the city wall not be able to be saved, but the soldiers in the city would also die!

There was no room for it, and a figure flew and jumped down!

"Xiaohao!"

Chen Shengyi ignored the rain of arrows shooting from under the city, and shouted loudly at the mouth of the battlement, his eyes were about to split.

Chang Sihao's toes were stained with the pile of corpses, and he grabbed the gunpowder cartridge and quickly stuffed it into the hole.

Due to the oil under his feet, his boots and trouser legs immediately caught fire, making his whole body look like a skyrocket, and it looked like Nezha descended to earth.

Up and down the city, everyone was stunned.

Even the Tartar shooters pulled their bowstrings empty, forgetting to lay their arrows!

When Chang Sihao's body rose up to six or seven feet, he had reached the limit of his ascent, but there was still a distance of two feet from the city!

He kicked towards the city wall with one foot, trying to step on the brick crack to borrow his strength, but his feet slipped on the ground, and he himself reacted: when he stepped on the pile of corpses just now, his feet were already covered with oil!

Unable to borrow his strength, his body was already slightly sinking, and he had no basis in the air, Chang Sihao knew that it was over!

The water suddenly lit up at night!

"Boom-"

There was a loud bang, the gunpowder cartridge exploded, the sky was full of flying corpses, the moat was turned up in big waves, the entire Datong City was buzzing, and the general soldier Yan who commanded the overall battle in the big arrow tower also stood unsteadily, staggering, and tightly grasped the window frame with both hands.

Chen Shengyi, who was holding on to the battlements and looking down, was lifted by the air waves, fell to the ground, let go of the golden knife, and screamed on the ground in two lines ......of tears: "Brother!