And after the sun has risen again, on the other side of Chang'an City, in the long street battlefield outside. The brigade commander Wang Qiu, who was on duty and watching on the drum tower behind the wall of the incomplete square, also stared at the thing that was slowly pushed forward by the army of officers and soldiers in the distant street gate surrounded by the morning mist.
"What is that? The equipment used for siege?"
"I'm afraid it's watered bedding. It seems to be tied to the baffle to block and guard against fire..."
Another sergeant nearby replied uncertainly:
And behind a baffle, the expressionless Zhao Ziri also stepped into the crowd, but their lacquered wooden hand cards were tied with several extra layers of leather, making them extraordinarily heavy and strong. He thought that he had already taken the credit of surrendering and seizing the door as an officer, and at the worst, he could take a good rest for a while with some preferential treatment.
As a result, with an order from the Western Army Battalion, he became a part of the forerunner (cannon fodder) that led the troops to fill the trenches. It was useless even if he took out the evidence of meritorious service in the camp. The sticky note, which is said to be written by Zheng Xianggong himself, was snatched away and torn to pieces and thrown on his face. After a flogging, he saved his face Zhao Ziyi, who was bloodstained in Shangyou, is now here.
And these soldiers from the new Daqi dynasty were the first part of this tentative attack. Despite this, for his own safety, Zhao Ziri did his best to speak up, and besides using thick leather to reinforce the shield, he also obtained more than a dozen barrier cars that were originally used to block doors. Then nailed felt and old blankets soaked in water on the baffle of the barrier car.
Despite this, he was still uneasy, and he made dozens of buckets of thin silt collected from the river ditch, and smeared it on the barriers and exposed edges of the barrier car before leaving the battle, as a preparatory means to prevent the fire from burning.
However, after getting off the barrier, the car has become more and more cumbersome. So they removed all the objects on the barrier car that might be burdened except the wheel hub and the baffle bracket, and finally it became such a strange situation. And behind the handicap vehicles that were driven by humans in parallel, Zhao Ziri, headed by the same heavy long line or big-name players, strictly shielded the gaps between the barriers.
It's just that the weight of these shields is not light, so after they have walked a certain distance, they must put them down and hand them over to other people to hold them alternately in order to preserve enough energy to cover the distance. And seven or eight steps behind these leading players and leg riders, there are groups of swordsmen and axe players with sharp expressions in armor.
They were led by Wang Xingyu, a Jingzhou regiment with the same armor and armor, and followed behind the front barrier car and the shield wall unhurriedly; the shimmering armor of the morning sun was printed on their bodies, as if they were in a cold and cold street. In the midst of leaping, a large swam of fish passed; and in the midst of the movement of striding, the last faint morning mist was stirred and dispersed in the invisible.
Following these swordsmen and axemen, there are also a large group of official archers lined up in many horizontal lines; they hold light short wooden bows and horn bows, and hang their hands down together with the bows and arrows, but keep a pair of them at all times. You can come in a radial posture. And among the players, swordsmen and archer arrays, there are a number of flags and drummers who act as guides.
They were so silent and still slowly advanced through the horizontally long street that was dozens of steps wide, until they were close to fifty or sixty steps away from the nearest Taiping Army base; the other side seemed to wake up like a dream, With a clear warning, the shooting came alive completely, and turned into a handsome figure behind the formation, a series of green smoke and dots of fire.
At this moment, Zhao Ziri, who was sweating all over his back, also seemed to lift his heart and liver to his throat all of a sudden, as if time had frozen down; and couldn't help but want to bend and turn his head and run. However, in the corner of his eye that turned his head, the sharp reflection of the sword and axe array and the sporadic screams that were obviously screamed by the military method made him wake up again and made his mouth call:
"fall.."
"Stay steady..."
"Get the shock..."
Then the long row in his hand that could not reach the bottom shook as if it had been hit hard one after another. And those barrier cars also heard the dull puff sound like tearing silk steps, as well as the movement of splashing mud and steamed dirt peeling off one after another. It is as if it was not known how long it took before Zhao Ziri came back to his senses, and between the left and right, he found that there was no casualty.
Obviously the projectiles fired by the thieves' weapons had already been successfully blocked by their methods. This discovery suddenly made the morale of the first players and pushers a little obvious. In the next urging of the promotion army, he lifted his leg more firmly and moved forward.
However, another round of the thief's platoon fired immediately after, so that they had to stop to stabilize their figure, but it was also the result of almost unharmed. And this time it was obvious that Zhao Ziri had become more confident. When the thief army's radiation was almost exhausted, he could not wait to urge left and right to move forward.
At this time, among the swordsmen in the back formation, Wang Xingyu’s shout came from:
"Don't worry..."
"Stabilize the formation..."
"Slow down..."
"Consume more firearms from the thief army... make more plans."
After hearing these voices, Zhao Ziri and others were still a little excited and excited, but they had to slow down and more cautiously maintained the front line, and began to move forward in small steps. Although soon he was greeted again more intensively and platooned more vigorously; but there were still only single-digit casualties.
It was a few unlucky ghosts who held a large row of unstable hands and were injured by the blunderbuss that leaked through the gap. As these bloody wounded were dragged to the side of the road, the rest of the people who were waiting became more confident and morale. After all, they were mentally prepared for death and injury.
At this moment, a dense buzzing sound suddenly sounded behind Zhao Ziri. But the shooter team that has been following has also entered a sufficiently deterrent range; I can see the sizzling sound of constantly skimming through the air, and the rain of arrows that are as thin as locusts almost continuously pours inside and outside the enemy formation , And the firearms that the generals fired again were interrupted.
Encouraged by the support and suppression from the rear, these leading players and pushers couldn't help but become more morale. They started to clamor and shout loudly, trying to attract more firepower radiated by the thief army. After paying the price of more than a dozen people being knocked down and killed, the last sound of the thief army was also submerged in more than a dozen rounds of dense arrow feathers. . . .
Zhao Ziri finally heard the long-awaited rapid advance of drums. I saw that their players and pushers gathered their courage and seemed to run like flying, sprinting past the last twenty steps of distance. Almost head-on and face-to-face collisions under the thief army's formation; then they loosened the heavy armor and barrier cars one after another, drew out the wide-bladed knives they carried and flew over the low formations.
"Kill the thief and serve the country!!!"
At this moment, Zhao Ziri also screamed at the left and right arms, but he staggered and let go of the first batch of figures that hit the top; then he slid his feet and sat on the ground, and passed a lot of shocks. Only after the soldiers on the battlefield, they got up again under the support of the left and right foreheads, raised a banner high and followed.
However, in the next moment, they seemed to rush for nothing. Except for a little blood and abandoned sword soldiers after the barricade was taken, not even a corpse was left behind. But Zhao Ziri, who saw this scene as soon as he entered the battlefield, was inevitably very disturbed and vigilant in his heart. However, the cheers that suddenly rang around him overwhelmed the words he wanted to yell:
"Destroyed the thieves..."
"Capture the enemy line..."
"The thieves are defeated..."
In the next moment, Zhao Ziri was pushed hard after he came to him, fell on his back and rolled down. His face was broken. When he got up full of resentment, he wanted to scream and settle accounts with the other party, but couldn't help but swallow the bloody saliva forcibly. Because in front of him, the swordsman led by Wang Xingyu also rushed up.
I saw that they were like splitting waves and chasing waves. They did not hesitate to disperse the players and pushers who had attacked the horror first to the sides, and then hacked and smashed them with a long knife and a big axe. These were used by the thieves. Specific techniques and materials are piled up and fixed in order to open a path for the follow-up team.
However, after only a few breaths, I don’t know what mechanism was set off; between these swordsmen who were struggling to chop and dismantle the barricade, there was a loud noise that exploded a large cloud of smoke rising straight up, and it would be better. The human body in iron armor was lifted up, or swept to the ground again; and most of the people within twenty steps lost their hearing and external sounds in that instant.
When Zhao Ziri sighed "How come again", he used his hands and feet to fly towards the next moment when he rolled away into the ditch full of sludge. A blast of shelling from near and far, accompanied by a scorching iron ball, crossed the air and crashed into the rear team's shooter team. Suddenly, the crowd who had nowhere to hide in the street was torn apart. A fragmented passage; another knock bounced back on the cracked wall, and continued to hit many figures who could not dodge. . . .
On the square walls and buildings behind the walls on both sides of the barricade that changed hands, many ambushes with smoking objects suddenly appeared. Seeing them, they directly threw the ignited kerosene bombs and explosive bombs in their hands like raindrops on these entrenched streets and hurriedly gathered among the army of officials. All of a sudden, I saw explosions and fires blazing into the sky, mixed with many screams and wailings that were burned and rolled privately, or bloody and fell to the ground.
"Are you defeated in the attack again? Wang Xingyu was seriously injured..."
Soon after, the prime minister Zheng Tian, who was in Bei Nei, also got the news, but unmoved, tapped the chopping board a few times and said:
"But it's okay. Let them continue to try, and find the maximum ability of the thieves' arms... It seems that there is no result in the inner city for a short time, and the chance of victory must fall outside the city."
On the high tower of Daxingshan Temple, Cao Shixiong, who had just witnessed and organized a fire support against the northern front of the city, also received an unexpected news from outside the city.
"So, have you found a trace of the suspected Empress Cao near Lishan?"
"The corresponding survival team has already taken people to retreat into the old site of Lishan Hot Spring Palace for assistance..."
The official Yuhou, who specializes in reconnaissance outside the city, Wang Guoer said meticulously: (End of this chapter)