Soon, when dusk was approaching, the sound of fighting near Checheng rose again.

The sound of cannons was strongly transmitted to Lunhoubo's ears, which came from his right wing. The cannons in the Tang Army Vehicle City seemed to be fired from there, rumbling.

Regarding the center and left wing of the terror wave, they began to launch a fierce attack on Checheng.

In the verdict, he was anxious to rush forward. Aside from him, the birds riding horses were riding horses, running back and forth in the snow curtain, and ran forward a hundred steps away. He stretched out a horse whip, stopped the birds and asked him, "Has the trench of the Tang army's car city been taken down?"

The bird made his face full of frost and snow, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly. However, he himself could recognize that the fear waves were a great theory in Qinghai Province, so he hurriedly replied:

"The Tang soldiers' muskets were as fierce as the snow. Xiao Dongdai and the Imperial Guards in front asked for more reinforcements."

Lunnonbo grabbed his shoulder and shouted: "What I asked is, have the mediocre men taken it, or have they filled the trench that filled the Tang Bing?"

"I don't know, I don't know." The voice was very anxious.

"Then let me investigate again!" The whip of the terror wave hit the other party's shoulder. The bird hurriedly grabbed the head of the bird. His mount was neighing, raised his front hooves, and soon disappeared into the wind and snow.

"Let Cai Bang Mangcuo send five or six Dong Dai here, and the attack must be done without interruption."

When the distance between the Denor Wave reached 200 steps away from the Tang Army Vehicle City, he saw a purgatory-like scene, no, or for him, the great Western nobleman, it was actually not that cruel:

After all, the mediocre people were not considered human beings. They rushed to the front of the checheng in groups, carrying bales of straw and firewood. Casts or simple bows were no longer used in this weather. In front of them, the Tang army's checheng was connected by tall vehicles, and box boards like women's walls were erected, and shot holes were chiseled on the boards. Some were used for muskets and tiger light cannons. Each workshop also had a solid earth wall, with dense pointed wooden stakes standing on them with deer forts, and deep trenches. The Tang army's musketeers and gunners stood behind the box board, on the cannon, or behind the deer forts, like city walls that could spray flames and smoke. Even their commands and shouts were covered. Only vaguely swinging figures were seen, behind the rolling smoke of gunpowders.

The Tang army's musket has a movable lid, which can still be used freely on this snowy day.

In this way, the mediocre men were knocked down by muskets and harvested by tiger cannons. Some of the corpses fell into the snow, some rolled into the ditch, the ones in front died, and the ones behind picked up the bales to continue running. In the rain of bullets, they squirmed forward numbly, and were surrounded by the terrible howling of the dying people, or the faint groans of the Buddha's name.

"Buddha, I wish that the next life will make me live a comfortable and clear life..."

However, at this moment, the lives of the mediocre people are not as valuable as a bundle of firewood.

One by one, the cavalry or guards from Xifan and Dongdai galloped back and forth, whipping the horse whip on their backs, shouting and urging them to approach the trench, throwing the firewood bales and filling them up.

In the fire, there were trampled and dirty snow mixed with blood, and curled corpses everywhere. A little further away, Xibo Xiaodongdai and the imperial guards also seized the time to eat the barley noodles in their arms, allowing the stomach and intestines to regain heat. They would immediately climb the Tang Bingche City and fight with them.

The shameful Tang soldiers fired all these despicable cannon guns and crossbow arrows.

When you catch any Tang Bing Gunner immediately, you must first cut off his wrist.

In the car city, the flashing fire reflected Gao Yue's face in the tent, "Guo Zaizhen is fumbling, why should he set fire to Yong who is swarming up?" Gao Yue was very angry, and then he asked Li Xian to go and ask the light and heavy artillery in the cannon base to stop shooting, because they have been firing in turn for half a day, so they must be guarded against the explosion of the cannon chamber, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable. In addition, Gao Yue asked Zhou Ziping to tell Guo Zaizhen, Zhang Xi and Su Pu, "This group of mediocre people is Xifan who consumes your gun bullets and divine thunder medicine, and then their elite boys will take the opportunity to go up. From now on, if the musdios are not fired against the mediocre people, just burn the fire and thunder bales in the trench with their hands. For the mediocre people, as long as they dare to climb up, chop or kill with weapons."

When Zhou Ziping was about to leave, Gao Yue remembered something and called him again, "Let the two Yuhou immediately bring money and wine from the camp to reward the Zhenyuan army who were resting in the camp behind. They would be savage and Xishan Qiang, and they said that they fought bravely during the day, and the Japanese in the Ming Dynasty would go to comfort themselves."

Soon, the Tang soldiers in Checheng who received the new instructions from Mr. Ji, had a much sparse sound of guns.

The night was already dark, and the armored infantry in Xifan were indeed leaning on military sticks, straightening their waists in clusters. The armor and the snow on the iron helmet fell down in pieces, full of rustling sounds. Then the shouts and horns rushed straight, shaking the sky and earth. The full Xifan infantry began to launch a strong attack on Checheng.

Hundreds of living mediocre people were driven by horse whips or pushed roughly by spears, crying loudly, and they stepped through the filled trenches one after another, and began to be forced to climb deer forts and carriage boards.

At this time, the Tang army's configuration of the battle brigade changed flexibly:

There are more armored infantry around each musketeer, and the weapons they hold are flails, iron knives or crutches, which facilitate short-distance combat.

Some of the mediocre people who climbed up densely were scratched by wooden stakes, and some were stabbed by shackles and broken their heads by shackles. They fell one after another, or were stabbed by a kidnapped gun or slashed by a slashed iron knife. They also died one after another, and their bodies accumulated more and more in front of the car.

At this time, the Western infantrymen with iron armor covering their faces also flocked to them under the cover of their own arrow rain.

The Tang army's Checheng followed the method of Dangxiang defending the city in the past, hanging large iron pieces with iron ropes, and wooden strips and fish oil were placed on them. They burned like daylight in the wind and snow, and looked down from above, and they could see them at a glance, but from the bottom to the top, their vision was blocked by the large iron pieces, which was as dark as night.

So the Tang army's gunmen soon saw the genuine Xifan infantry who had arrived one after another. After receiving the order, they picked up the pre-loaded muskets and shot out bombs again under the guidance of the fire, without any ambiguity.

The guns and bullets were roaring and flying. Xifan rushed in front of him without any time to defend himself. The armor was pierced, and the projectiles rolled freely among the flesh and blood, tearing out a terrible wound. Then in the smoke, they fell one by one. Looking up, there were only white snow in the endless dark air.

The other Xifan infantry who reacted began to buzz, covered their heads and bodies with round copper shields, and attacked Checheng in rows.
Chapter completed!