Chapter 85                                                             �

Zlindon, that is, Zlindonburg.

In fact, this castle is a single building.

The walls with rammed earth and bricks on all sides have been built against the four walls to build a room for soldiers to rest and live. In the middle is a patio.

There is a well in the middle of the patio. This well is not easy to drill.

As a small part of the northern border defense system of the Ming Dynasty, Clinburg was very particular in the selection of the site at the beginning of its establishment. First, it was not far from other piers, and at least it could send messages. Secondly, the terrain was dangerous, easy to defend and difficult to attack.

The terrain is generally said to be on a high place. Under such circumstances, it is very difficult to dig a well.

This well is extremely valuable. No matter what, it is a great thing to let the soldiers who have fought for a whole day drink water. It’s just that there are too many people. There is not even a place to make a fire. I can’t eat hot rice for a while, so I can only eat raw meat and drink raw water.

Among Zlinburg, the most preserved fuel is fuel.

But the most unusable thing is fuel.

The reason is very simple.

The most preserved fuel is not for people to live, but for the fireworks. The wolf smoke may not necessarily be made of wolf dung, but there is one thing that is unquestionable. The one who can't stand the cooking with these fuels first is the cooking soldiers.

When everything is settled.

Zhou Junzuo's first order was to light the wolf smoke.

In fact, the number of enemies encountered by wolf smoke is divided into one, two, three, etc., and the number of fires is placed horizontally or vertically above the castle, so that the alarm can be seen here thirty miles away and different smoke columns can be identified.

But at this moment, Zhou Junzuo was worried that the beacon towers around him would be cleared.

After all, if Zhou Junzuo had not brought people in, there would have been fifty or sixty old soldiers in a castle, which would have been impossible to resist the overwhelming end of the Tartar army.

So, he piled up a large amount of fuel together and set fire to the fire. From a distance, the entire Zlinburg was on fire, and the smoke pillar stood between the sky and the earth like an iron pillar.

Just before Zhou Junzuo lit the beacon.

One after another, beacon fire radiated to all directions with Zhou Junzuo as the center. With the transmission of the beacon news website, the news could be transmitted to Zhou Shangwen of Datong within an hour.

The prelude to the war is over.

And Altan also saw this situation.

Altan Zhuma looked at the castle in front of him.

Zlinburg was built against the mountain, but it was not in the mountains, and it was prominent outside the mountain. Although the terrain was relatively high, it was not a natural danger. At this moment, the lonely Zlinburg seemed particularly thin under the reflection of the mountains. A wave of war rose into the sky and seemed particularly tall. Altan frowned and silently thought in his heart.

Faced with this situation, Altan also vaguely guessed what Zhou Shangwen was planning. He might not know what the situation was, but he knew that Zhou Shangwen would definitely come over for a moment.

But, what would he do?

I've looked over the large swaggers of cavalry behind me.

He knew that he could be strong but not let go. In this battle, a large group of people besieged a small castle. If he didn't pull it out, it would be too harmful to morale. As for fighting Zhou Shangwen, to be honest, Altan had no idea of ​​avoiding the war. After all, before he came, he knew that this veteran could not avoid it.

Always have to fight one game.

Most importantly, he also knew the identity of the chief cavalry general.

After all, more than a thousand cavalry rushed out of the Tartars team, and it was difficult not to fall behind. After being captured, it was difficult not to speak under the enemy's torture.

Altan said in his heart: "Zhou Shangwen, I will use your son's head as a meeting gift first." Then, he waved his horse whip, looked at the White Lotus Sect's people and said: "Everyone, who has won this fort for me?"

Everyone looked at the White Lotus Sect’s people.

Master Xiao twitched the flesh on his face and said, "I am willing to share the worries of the Great Sweat."

Altan said loudly: "Okay. I will give you one day to take this place and take the head of Zhou Junzuo."

Master Xiao said, "Yes."

Master Xiao actually knew that the Han people were not very popular among the Tartars. The Tartar cavalry hated siege the most, or they would not attack the city. Although there were only 300 people in this castle, it was absolutely no problem to knock down one of their teeth with the ability of the Han people to defend the city.

More importantly, there is no gain if you break through it. How much materials can you have in a mere castle?

It is probably better to grab the harvest of a village.

However, it is actually somewhat certain that Master Xiao dared to agree.

After he got up, he immediately summoned several of his subordinates and said, "The Khan asked us to capture this fort in one day. In my opinion, there are only dozens of old soldiers in this castle, and only more than 200 people brought in by Zhou Junzuo. The castle is not high, only a little higher than two feet. It only depends on firearms."

"And what kind of firearms in the court look like? They are not durable and fight for a long time, such as blowing the chamber."

"So, this time, we have a team of thousands of people. The first wave, we rushed to the city, suppressed the city and cleared the obstacles. At the same time, the other departments worked together to cut the wood into a ladder. Once the ladder was 100, we could rush straight to the city. It was important to think about the family members in Bansheng. No matter what kind of casualties they encountered, they were not allowed to retreat. As long as they were exposed to the first round of artillery attacks, they would not dare to use it. Instead, they rushed to the city and fought with each other in close combat. They only had three hundred people. How could they be the opponent of thousands of us? They could be defeated in the afternoon."

"The Khan must know our strength so that he will not underestimate us."

Master Xiao agreed and went down to prepare immediately.

Before the sun rose to the east, the first wave had already begun to fight. More than a thousand soldiers rushed up, and dozens of steps closer to the castle, bent their bows and arrows, and long arrows shot towards the top of the city.

"Snatch." Zhou Junzuo raised a shield and immediately nailed two long arrows on it.

Zhou Junzuo pulled out one, just looked at it, and said, "It's indeed a thief."

Because this arrow is an arrow from the border army, the weapons of each town of the Ming border army were all made by themselves, but the basic style is still unified, which is different from the long arrows of the Tartars. Zhou Junzuo could tell at a glance.

There are two possibilities.

The first possibility is that some people make large quantities of arrows and sell them to the Tartars.

Another possibility is that the enemy below is the fleeing soldiers of the border army. They are more suitable for using explicit weapons, so they create such arrows outside the border. After all, building cold weapons is not a high-tech thing in this era.

Zhou Junzuo felt that the latter possibility was higher.

Because Zhou Junzuo looked at the soldiers below, whether they were walking, bending their bows and arrows, or even forming formations, they were all the same as Ming army. He was furious, but he knew in his heart that this was difficult.

The Tartars had clumsy hands on the attack of the city, which did not mean that the Han people would not attack.

And to be honest, there is no need for siege tactics to attack such a small fort.

Zhou Junzuo said: "Everyone fights back with bows and arrows, and no firearms are allowed."

For a moment, the two sides were arrows coming and going.

Of course, there will be no scenes on TV with arrows like rain and arrows covering the sky and the sun, but there is a unique kind of coldness and cruelty between the sounds of "collapse", "capture", and "swish swish" interlaced.

The sound of Songxian shooting arrows during "collapse" is the sound of a long arrow shooting on the wood. Wow, it is the sound of a long arrow flying through the palace, and it may be the sound of arterial bleeding.

Although the Ming army had 300 people, they could only place hundreds of people on the top of the city wall, which was already the limit of space. More than a hundred people were naturally at a disadvantage when bows and arrows against the bows and arrows below. Although they were protected by the city wall, they could shoot from the design mouth or both sides of the female wall. However, these small techniques could not withstand the factors above the quantity.

Even the White Lotus Cultists below don’t need to aim at it, just shoot at the top of the city wall. This is even more difficult to guard against than aiming at the top of the city wall.

If you accidentally get a long arrow from the sky, you will be stabbed in the neck, shoulders, etc.

There were soon casualties.
Chapter completed!