"There are still twelve hours before the airship will fly over." Zu Dashou panted while loading bullets into the magazine.

He had already suffered three injuries on his body, all of which were small shrapnel. He endured the pain and was removed by the doctor. Finally, he was able to move without delay.

However, the grenade exploded just now, and although it was not hit by the shrapnel, hiding in the trench, it was still shaken by the impact of the explosion. Now that I took a breath, my lungs felt cold and painful.

The first fence has turned into many large gaps, like the teeth of an old lady. Through these gaps, you can see the piles of corpses outside.

There were too many, just corpses piled on top of each other. And the closer to the settlement, the more walls there were. When the two armies faced each other, there was no place to even stand.

There was no time to rest, and the Mongols attacked one wave after another.

The shells of the Double 25 rapid-fire cannons were all fired, and the artillery pieces blown up by explosives were sadly scattered among the corpses.

Three simple trebuchets were still emitting black smoke. It was these three things half an hour ago. They kept throwing explosive packets at critical moments, which prevented the Mongols from attacking.

The air was filled with the strong aroma of barbecue, and smoke was billowing from the ditch outside the wall. It was these flames that blocked the Mongolian attack and gave Zu Dashou time to breathe.

The corpses of the Mongols were piled inside like firewood. Gasoline from the airship poured on top of the corpses.

The torch was thrown in, and blue flames immediately rose into the sky. The corpses were burned to a "squeaking" sound, and many people were horrified to see that some corpses actually sat up and moved from the blue flames.

Zu Dashou twitched his nose, which reminded him of Jinzhou City back then. It was also such a brutal battle, but the opponent changed from the Houjin Tatars to the Mongolian Tatars.

Anyway, they are all Tatars, and I don’t know how long they can last. Anyway, Zu Dashou now wants to keep this fire burning forever!

The flames burned for half an hour, and Zu Dashou knew that what was burning was no longer gasoline, but human oil burned by the heat.

Fresh corpses were continuously thrown in. The leather robes they were wearing were first set on fire, and soon large drops of corpse oil were baked out.

The guy who pretended to be dead was more miserable. After being thrown into the sea of ​​fire, his whole body was rolling around in flames and screaming. The scream was terrifying!

But at this time, who can care about who else? Let the guy flutter in the fire, and he will stop fluttering after a few flutters. Anyway, the bigger the fire, the better. Now Zu Dashou can't wait to throw the living people in and burn them together.

I really have no choice but to delay it for a little longer.

There are only a hundred or so people who can move in the settlement, including young and old, men and women. With these people, they cannot hold the wall anyway. Now there is no way but to defend the second wall.

There are so many guns now that even children who are not as tall as a gun know how to deliver ammunition to the adults. Seeing these children with a grenade stuck in their waist, ready to pounce on them and die with the Mongols at any time, Zu Dashou gritted his teeth.

Conquest has always been difficult. I didn’t know why the general wanted to kill them all before. Now it seems that if you don’t kill them all, the Mongols will kill you.

His nose was filled with the smell of roasted human flesh, and Zu Dashou could still eat dried meat and drink strong wine without any scruples. Damn it, who knows if there will be tomorrow, just take one more fucking sip if you can.

Alcohol makes people feel numb and seems to reduce pain, at least that's what Zu Dashou thinks.

After taking another sip of the liquor brewed by the settlement, Zu Dashou prepared to let those guys who ran out to lay mines come back.

They are all the simplest pressure-fired mines. The principle is very simple. Just put a spring and a nail and put a bullet inside. As long as someone steps on it, the bullet will fire.

Killing someone is difficult, but as long as I step on half of your foot, it will be gone.

"Commander! The Mongols are throwing sand inside!" Zhao Baoshun, who was laying mines outside, shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Damn it! Throw a grenade and kill these sons of bitches." Zu Dashou picked up the Aka rifle with one hand and put it on the wall and shouted loudly.

The grenade was thrown out, but there were also grenades thrown back from outside.

Suddenly there were constant explosions, and all those who threw grenades on both sides suffered heavy casualties.

"Withdraw! Pull back." Zu Dashou shouted helplessly. There were only more than a hundred people now, and he couldn't afford it.

In just a short time, seven or eight people were reimbursed.

Everyone retreated to the second wall, preparing for the final resistance. The Mongols did not shell this time, and it is estimated that their artillery shells were almost used up. Otherwise, if they concentrated their mortars at this time and fired hundreds of shells, the Mongols would be very powerful.

You can come over and clean up the mess.

I could only hold the gun with one arm, and my left shoulder hurt so much that the shrapnel probably damaged the bone. My military staff and bodyguards were all killed in the battle.

The idiot introduced by Wu Xiang jumped into the crowd of Mongolian soldiers with a bag of explosives in his arms. Before he died, he still yelled: "I am not a coward."

Damn, you're not a coward. But you should keep the box cannon anyway!

How could there be cowards among his subordinates? Zu Dashou smiled.

The Mongolians crossed the wall without Zu Dashou's greeting, and rifles started crackling. The Mongolians who had just crossed the first wall were knocked to the ground by bullets before they had a chance to shoot.

There were even some Mongolians who rushed in with their bare arms and sabers without even holding rifles.

This is where you're going to risk your life!

Risking your life is not something you should do casually, because if you do it, you will risk your own life.

The short distance of 100 meters was the ideal shooting distance for a rifle. Zhao Baoshun held the Aka rifle he had picked up in his hand and did not dare to fire a burst of fire, but fired single shots one after another.

This guy's marksmanship was so accurate that he almost wiped out a Mongolian with one bullet. He himself defended a gap that was almost ten meters wide!

There was a flash of fire in the distance, and Zhao Baoshun screamed and lay on the ground, with blood pouring out of his face.

"Are you dead?" Zu Dashou came over and killed the Mongolian soldier with excellent marksmanship with a single shot.

Two women ran over and wanted to lift Zhao Baoshun down. Unexpectedly, they were pushed away by Zhao Baoshun.

He didn't know what to say in his mouth, but one side of his cheek was cut open by a bullet, revealing the big yellow teeth inside. The bullet would have smashed his head into pieces if it had missed two inches.

The Mongols rushed in regardless of life and death. As soon as someone landed, they were lying on the ground hugging their feet and screaming.

It's a small pressure thunder. It's really not very powerful, but it's enough to kill half of the sole of your foot. If you step on this thing, it may be difficult to walk like before.

Soon, the charging road was filled with dead and screaming people.

Some Mongolians were so cruel that they even lay on the ground and shot after half of their feet were blown off.

Perhaps because the Mongols have this talent, their marksmanship is generally very accurate. The farmers and soldiers in the settlements were at a slight disadvantage when shooting against them.

In just five or six minutes, four people fell down beside Zu Dashou. They were all shot in the head and could not be saved even if they tried.

"Mortar, kill those bastards." There were only a hundred or so mortar shells left, and no one dared to fire another one without Zu Dashou's order.

At a distance of 100 meters, the mortar can fly very accurately. Basically, it hits wherever it is pointed!

Pillars of smoke rose into the sky, and the Mongolian soldiers who were lying on the ground shooting were overturned or blown up by the shells.

However, more Mongolian soldiers began to lie on the first wall and shoot at the Ming army.

Bullets flew freely across a space of 100 meters, and debris flew across the fence. Inside the settlement, many women also walked onto the fence with guns in hand.

Although his marksmanship is shockingly bad, at this time, one more gun is just one more gun.

It was getting dark slowly, and Zu Dashou felt that it was a miracle that he had survived until now. But that was not possible! There were still ten hours until dawn. If he could not survive, he would definitely die without a burial.

But ten hours, how could it be so easy to hold on? We are about to run out of ammunition and food inside this wall!

There were only about sixty people who could stand, and a dozen women were guarding the wall with guns. The children struggled to drag ammunition to the wall, their little faces flushed with exhaustion, but none of them.

cry.

They are all good children, but it is still unknown that they may not be able to see the sun tomorrow.

"Hold on for another ten hours, and in ten hours we can leave in the airship." Zu Dashou shouted loudly, continuing to cheer up the living people.

It was getting dark, and the Mongolian attack seemed to be much weaker. Except for the constant cold shots coming from the wall, the Mongolian had no intention of continuing the attack.

"Your Majesty! We have lost more than two thousand people in battle. It's probably not worth paying any more casualties for such a small settlement." Talihutai looked at the blazing settlement in the distance and asked Luo Bu Zang in embarrassment.

Danjin’s words.

"More than two thousand people died. If we just gave up, those two thousand brothers would not have died in vain. I saw the exploded rapid-fire cannon, which is something only airships have.

I'm sure that an airship landed in that yard due to a sandstorm. There must also be big shots who followed the airship and landed in it.

If we withdraw now, we will fail in vain. Your Majesty, they don't have many people left. As long as they continue to attack, they can definitely capture it." Belegutai was not happy. Nine out of ten people killed in today's attack were his men.

According to the rules, when he enters the settlement, he can grab it first. If he stops attacking now, his men will not die in vain.

Luobuzangdanjin was also hesitant. He had already paid more than two thousand people for this settlement. Although he had hundreds of thousands of people under his command, he didn't care about these two thousand people.

But the price paid for such a settlement was too high.

It's a pity that all the mortar shells have been used up now. Otherwise, a burst of mortar bombardment can completely solve the problem.

"Your Majesty, the Ming Army's airships will come as soon as it gets dark. If we are caught by their airships, we will have to pay a higher price. Now, the most important thing is for our people to move to Russia." Talihutai

He looked anxiously at Luobuzangdanjin.

"Your Majesty, the airship will not come until dawn. I can capture the courtyard tonight. Besides, the weather has been unstable recently and there are frequent sandstorms. The Ming Dynasty people dare not send out airships at will. Otherwise, the airships that fall in the settlement will

The ship is a good example." Belegutai shouted loudly.

“Don’t let the small lose the big!”

"You old...!"

"Well...!" Luobuzangdanjin stretched out his hand to stop the two people from continuing to argue.

Now I am like a gambler on the gambling table, with more than 2,000 lives at stake. If I stop now, I will lose everything.

But what the old guy Talihutai said is right, the migration of the entire clan is the most important thing now.

The airships of the Ming army are like sharp swords hanging in the sky. If you don't move north quickly and are overtaken by the airships, you won't have any room to resist. You will have no choice but to endure the beating!

By that time, the losses will be huge.

After thinking about it, Luobuzangdanjin had an idea.
To be continued...