However, what attracted him even more was a musket shooter of the Right Army of the Tulong Army. He did not have the torch he made by himself. This was a tool for setting muskets. Even without the strict supervision of the superiors, no one would ignore this. The soldier carefully took out a rope from the bamboo basket beside him and lit it in the charcoal brazier. One end of the rope showed a red scorching heat, but unlike the torch, there was no open flame.

The soldier held the rope in his hand and looked nervously at the Mongolian position in the distance. Suddenly, he watched the main general walk towards him with a large number of senior officials. He immediately felt a thumping drum in his heart, not knowing what the main general intended.

"You thought of the method of ignition with a rope?" Zheng Yunming pointed to the fuse in the soldier's hand, and the soldier quickly handed it over. Zheng Yunming put the rope in front of his nose and smelled it. Sure enough, he had already soaked the potion.

The soldier said awkwardly: "This is something that Master Pei Gen asked us to test. He said that this kind of fuse can replace the torch and will not be blown out by the wind, and it is also easy to carry."

"Not only that, not only that!" Zheng Yunming laughed: "Do you know, I have been waiting for this thing to appear. It is not only easy to carry, it is enough to change the way of war!"

His tone increased involuntarily, but everyone did not react at all. Zheng Guanren had too many ideas and gradually became accustomed to it. Moreover, they did not understand whether the ropes that could burn slowly could have a practical impact on the war.

After all, it's just a rope that replaces the torch.

Compared with such insignificant things, the Mongolian army under the city is obviously more urgent.

Just as Zheng Yunming was slowly stroking the fuse and silently, in the distant silver-white field, the black armored cavalry had already begun to form a team. The shrill sound of the husky roars recalled in the cold wind. Even though the heavy snow was everywhere, it still could not stop the Mongolian army's new round of offensive.

The cannon stones were constantly throwing, and many of them hit the city walls and houses in the city. After many days of fierce fighting, many of the houses in the west of the city were destroyed by cannon stones. The Song army set up battle sheds among the ruins and stored insignificant military supplies. As for the cannon stones that hit the city walls, most of them were blocked by horse cards and trunks. The fierce fighting for many days had given the Song army a lot of experience in dealing with cannon stones. They not only created reinforced trunks, but also created improved horse cards with cowhide covers, so that small catapults such as whirlwind cannons, tiger squat cannons and other small stone catapults could not injure the soldiers behind the horse cards. The soldiers behind the trunks and trunks were holding bows, long spears in their hands, and the bed was opened and the crossbows were stringed and arrows were used, and they were just waiting for the infantry attack like raging waves.

Zheng Yunming hid in the building and raised his mirror in his hand to look at the enemy formation. In his sight, the armored cavalry waved their spears and shouted loudly to help their comrades. But the protagonists of the siege battle were obviously not them. The nomadic cavalry rushed towards the city wall without fear of the flying snow in the sky and then quickly retreated, and shot arrows on the city wall as they advanced and retreated. The role of these arrows in front of the tall Xiangyang city wall weakened a lot. However, in the face of the precise shooting skills of Mongolian archers, they continued to cause casualties to the soldiers guarding the city. The fall of each comrade was a little more pressure on the others.

But the final word was still the infantry formation that directly attacked the city. Just using the primitive telescope in his hand, Zheng Yunming could clearly distinguish among the armored infantry gathered in line. There was Shi Tianze's three-star white flag, Zhang Rou's Beidou flag, the nine-belt wolf-head flag of the Mongolian troops directly under Tasi's subordinates, and even the green flag of the Weiwuer infantry that had been missing for a long time. Obviously, Tasi was getting less and less interested in tangling with the defenders of Xiangyang. He wanted to concentrate the troops he could use, launch a full-scale attack on Xiangyang, and capture Xiangyang as quickly as possible.

"The attacks of the captives are becoming more and more urgent, and time is on our side." Zheng Yunming said with a look-up mirror in his hand. His confidence also infected the generals on the city. Ge Huai said with a smile: "I also hope that their offensive will come more fiercely. Just the tickling attacks in front of him make Lao Ge a little bored."

But everyone knew that this was just the tone of Ge Tongzhi's usual despise of the enemy. The fierce battles over many days cannot be described in detail in words. However, after the war, a Mongolian prisoner confessed: "Even if the attack on Fengxiang Mansion was not as fierce as the attack on Xiangyang." You should know that Fengxiang was the pillar of the Jin Dynasty in Shaanxi. The Jin Dynasty gathered 100,000 troops to defend, and Mu Huali concentrated the troops in Hedong, Hebei to continue to attack for three years. During this period, Mu Huali died of illness, and the Mongolians also increased their troops to attack again. The two armies were on the city and grabbed their feet, and the battle was extremely tragic. It was not until the soldiers and food in the city were exhausted, and the Mongolian army broke the city. Later, the Battle of Fengxiang was synonymous with the battle of hard attacks.

Although the bloody battle in Xiangfan these days was not as fierce as Fengxiang, the intensity of the fierce battle was actually comparable. Even Ge Huai, the highest-ranking military officer in the army, was shot with an arrow. Lu Xunzhi was hit by a helmet by a flying stone, and his head was almost broken. It was even more difficult to attack the city. Because of the cannons and muskets on the top of the city, they were under greater pressure than attacking Zhongdu, attacking Fengxiang and attacking Caizhou. Several hundred households and a thousand Han soldiers had been damaged in the fierce battles in recent days. The army, which had always been proud of fighting bravely and was ashamed to avoid fighting, gradually complained, and even new recruits signed from Henan ran away.

But these fierce battles have become a thing of the past, and the next battle is to truly go all out.

Tasi stood on the temporary mountain on a black war horse and looked at the tall Xiangyang City from afar. He didn't care much about the casualties caused by the siege these days. For a Mongolian warrior, killing people like mahjong is just a common occurrence. Not to mention the little damage in this short time, Mu Huali never wavered before, even the casualties and prices paid by his father Mu Huali to conquer the so-called famous cities of the Jurchens.

But if someone could see Tasi's true expression through Nen Lian, he would find that it was a serious and a little angry look. As a loyal warrior under the Khan, any orders from the Golden Family should be implemented without fail. However, as a battlefield commander, he clearly realized that the Xiangyang strategy could no longer be completed.

The Song army in the city almost did not suffer any loss of energy. According to the observation of Wanglou, it seemed that there was no shortage of food and grass in the city. With the high fighting spirit of the defenders and the assistance of firearms, attacking Xiangyang became a long-term task. If you want to capture Xiangyang City, you must train the navy, accumulate food and grass, and surround Xiangyang City with a large army, then build a long siege and build a barrier, consume Xiangyang's food, and then attack the city. If you blindly hold a strong attack, the time to capture Xiangyang will not be shortened too much. And that will be casualties that a company of the Mongolian army, which claims to be powerful, cannot bear.

But the time was not in the hands of the Mongolian army. Before going to war this morning, he went to inquire about Qu'er's condition. Qu'er was already a little thin and unable to issue orders, just pointing his finger to Xiangyang. In the situation where the commander was already in such a state and Xiangyang was unable to overcome it in the short term, the best solution was to give up attacking Xiangyang and return to the north with the plunder and captives this winter.

But he could not say that in front of Prince Qu Chu who was so weak that he could no longer stand up, the only thing that could comfort him was to capture the city as quickly as possible to fulfill his long-cherished wish. His life was so weak that even the Uygur medical officer who kept changing horses from thousands of miles away could not drive him from the pace of immortality. In Qu Chu's heart, perhaps the gains and losses of Xiangyang had already had nothing to do with his dream of making achievements. The ambition to become the ruler of the unparalleled Mongol Empire has gradually faded away with his sick body. All that is left is the self-esteem and pride of being a Mongolian athlete, that's all.

As the military commander, Tasi knew clearly that the result of the attack on the crowd would only increase casualties. But as the ten thousand households at the left, he could not make a decision alone. The prince was the stand-in for the Khan. As long as he gave a command, he would have to carry out the entire army to cross the cold sea and cross the towering Palacio.

What's more, Tasi still held a trump card in his hand and didn't play it out. Although Zheng Yunming was invincible for a hundred battles, he might not be able to stop the assault of this army.

Zheng Yunming suddenly discovered that there was an infantry army in his field of vision that was different from others. He turned his head and asked Yang Xuan: "There seems to be a unique army in the enemy formation. Could it be that a new elite army was transferred from the north?"

Yang Xuan also raised his mirror and looked in the direction Zheng Yunming pointed. After looking for a moment, he put down the lens barrel and shouted nervously: "It's the Badulu Army! They finally activated the Badulu Army! Notify all the troops to step up their guard! Hurry up and send someone to report to the commander!"

Zheng Yunming was slightly surprised and raised his mirror to look carefully. He only saw the silence of warriors wearing cowhide armor in the distance, with iron armored cavalry guarding on both sides, and slowly advancing towards Xiangyang City under the guidance of a flag. Although the troops were not very neat, the other soldiers seemed to be afraid of them and were competing to give them a way.

The so-called Badulu Army is actually not a regular army with a prescribed army and qualified training. But their fighting spirit may be higher than all the troops in Xiangyang City, because what drives this army to fight is the strongest desire to survive hidden in people's hearts.
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