"My Beloved Teacher's Wife (Walking with Love)" - Chapter 145: The Battle of the Capital ③

The sound of "plop, plop..." suddenly startled Yang Hui, who was half asleep. When he opened his eyes, he felt the coldness of the capital city wall. On the dark city wall, the guards were already awake. Yang Hui looked around and saw countless heads moving below the city, and the sound of huge objects falling into the water was continuous.
Under the cover of darkness, the Mongol army frantically filled the moat. Wagons and carts were pushed to the moat's edge, and massive barriers covered with thick raw cowhide were erected. These slanted barriers could deflect arrows from the city walls. Tens of thousands of laborers, under the army's protection, tirelessly carried sacks filled with sand and stones into the moat. The darkness made it impossible for those on the city walls to see far, and even suppressing arrows was ineffective in killing the laborers carrying the mud sacks.
On the city wall of Beijing, the supervising officer Su Cong, by the dim light, looked out of the city. In the distance, crowds thronged, and countless Mongol troops slowly swallowed up the moat, which was more than ten zhang wide, in the darkness. An invisible pressure made this veteran of many battles feel lost and helpless. To defend without attacking was to defend to the death, but with 50,000 men to defend the city, the huge city of Beijing was not even enough to fill the walls. How could he organize men to cover an attack? Even a skilled cook cannot cook without rice. The huge disparity in manpower left him with no solution.
Then Su Cong gave a bitter smile. The enemy would be attacking the city tomorrow, and he might die in battle. What was the use of thinking so much? With a long sigh, Su Cong silently wondered how his wife and children were doing.
Su Cong, thinking of his wife, children, and son, couldn't help but smile faintly. He was a rough, uncouth man who had fought countless battles, always at the forefront. His comrades had saved his life with their own bodies. Watching his brothers fall one by one, this rugged man seemed numb to death. He himself hadn't expected to live to this day, and not only was he still alive, but he had also managed to marry. His daughter was now thirteen, and his son was ten. His two children... He was almost an adult, but in this chaotic world of war and turmoil, human life was so cheap. Just thinking about the horrific scene of the Mongols massacring cities and leaving corpses strewn across the fields sent a chill down Su Cong's spine. He dared not think any further. Standing on the city wall, looking at the vast darkness, Su Cong felt as if he had been stung by needles. He took several deep breaths of the cold air, gradually suppressing his unease. The cold air pulled his thoughts back to reality. Su Cong took a deep breath and calmly shouted to the messenger beside him, "Fire three rounds of arrows, then take turns resting."
Suddenly, the war drums sounded from the city walls. Without any warning, a sparse rain of arrows fell from the walls, heading straight for the Mongol army. The battle-hardened soldiers heard the whistling of the arrows and immediately raised their shields. The vanguard commander, Infantry Captain Hua Yong, shouted, "Raise shields!" With a whoosh, shields were instantly erected in front of the soldiers, while the laborers carrying sand and stones cowered behind their shields in fear. The clanging and clattering sounds were chaotic, interspersed with occasional painful groans. A dozen or so laborers, lacking proper protection, were wounded by sharp arrows, their painful groans filled with sorrow and despair.
The rain of arrows brought endless fear to the night. Tens of thousands of Mongol soldiers below the city walls were forced to keep a close watch on the ramparts, guarding against a surprise attack. The endless darkness brought only confusion and helplessness. Their weary bodies were burdened with even greater mental terror; the silent oppression of the distant city walls, where a deadly arrow might strike at any moment, instilled immense fear in everyone.
At dawn, the once wide moat was filled in. Not only the north gate, but also the east and west gates were filled in for several miles. The Mongol army left only a part of its troops to guard the south gate to prevent the Ming army from escaping, while the main battlefield was set up on the other three city walls.
No encouragement was needed. All the soldiers knew that this was a fight to the death. Whether they fled or fought, they would die. Rather than die a cowardly deserter, they would rather fight to the death. The longer they dragged it out, the safer their loved ones would be. Although they all knew that the Mongol army had sent its elite troops south and that they probably had nowhere left to escape, they figured they might as well try to escape for as long as possible.
Chahemu, the general commanding the vanguard of the Mongol army, stood on the hillside to observe the battle. Chahemu had a square face, a broad back and a powerful build, and his beard was as straight and strong as a steel needle. Chahemu's eyes were slightly closed, exuding a heroic spirit. Behind him, a large black banner soared into the sky. On the black banner, a huge Chinese character looked down at the busy crowd. With a gust of wind, the banner fluttered and seemed to urge the soldiers forward.
The drumbeats, like a death cry from hell, suddenly rose from all around as the command flag was waved. The deep, rhythmic drumbeats, accompanied by the "thump thump thump thump..." sound, were followed by the roar of the Mongol army's cannons.
The sky was ablaze with the sound of cannon fire, turning the night sky over Beijing red.
Battle formations, dense and imposing, black helmets and armor, long spears and halberds—fully armed infantrymen marched with steady steps to the beat of drums. Ladders and battering rams, propelled by fierce soldiers, surged towards the capital. Under the command of the resounding drums, the Mongol army had begun its siege.
"Musketeers, prepare!"
Yang Hui tightened his grip on his musket and gave the order. All three hundred musketeers in the capital pointed at the rapidly advancing Mongol army.
The scale of the Mongol army's battle was simply too immense. Looking at the enemy covering the mountains and plains below the city, and at the massive spears and gleaming swords in the ranks, Yang Hui felt a chill run down his spine. He could imagine that when an impenetrable, dense mass of spears was thrusting at him, even the best martial arts skills would be useless. He simply couldn't dodge them; he couldn't think of any way to escape except to be riddled with thorns.
Yang Hui felt a bitter taste in his mouth. A sense of helplessness washed over him.
The distant cannons ceased their roar; the Mongol soldiers had already stormed the city walls, and any further firing would only result in friendly fire.
The deputy commander of the vanguard, Tie Shan, personally supervised the attack on the north gate. Riding on his tall warhorse, Tie Shan looked at the banners on the city wall and seemed to see the Yuan Dynasty that had been destroyed by the Ming Dynasty. But in Tie Shan's heart, there was a fierce fire of anger that not only did not go out, but burned brighter and brighter. The intense flames of anger made Tie Shan's whole body burst out with a tragic killing intent.
"kill!"
The hemlock roared in fury.
"kill!"
Su Cong roared at the same time.
Taking advantage of the brief pause in the artillery fire, Su Cong decisively ordered a counterattack. At this point, there was no need to conserve arrows, for they did not know how long they would survive. Facing an army several times their size, they harbored no illusions. Death, of course, was inevitable; it was merely a matter of sooner or later.
"kill!"
Knowing they were doomed, the defending soldiers channeled their fury into their arrows, unleashing a rain of arrows upon them.
"shot!"
Yang Hui was no exception in giving the order.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh..."
"Bang! Bang! Bang..."
A volley of arrows and musket fire erupted! In an instant, bullets and arrows rained down on the Mongol army, and the Mongol soldiers at the front fell one after another! In a flash, the Mongol army was thrown into chaos, with countless soldiers killed or wounded.
"Shield! Raise the shield!"
"Hemlock shouted loudly. At the same time, the guards beside him had already blocked his way, their shields forming an impenetrable barrier in front of him."
"Get out of my way, you bunch of useless trash! You think I'm going to get shot from this distance?!"
The guards remained silent, still standing guard tightly in front of Hemlock. As his personal guards, if their commander died, they would soon die too. Their purpose was to protect their commander's safety.
Arrows pierced the shields, and several poorly protected soldiers were mercilessly attacked. The arrows pierced their bodies without mercy, embedding themselves in their flesh. The cold arrowheads ruthlessly ravaged the fragile human life.
"Longbow Battalion, prepare!"
"put!"
The Mongol captain commanded the longbowmen to fight back.
These powerful bows have a much longer range than ordinary bows and arrows. At this moment, three thousand powerful archers lined up in a row, using their longer range to hold back the defenders on the wall.
As soon as Yang Hui peeked out from the arrow hole in the wall, he felt a gust of wind rush towards him. His human body instinctively made him dodge to the side without any reason. A long arrow, full of force, grazed his cheek, and a trail of blood ran down his face. Yang Hui felt a burning pain on his face.
Just as the Ming soldiers guarding the city were dodging the incoming powerful bows, a series of "tap, tap..." sounds came from the city wall.
A series of sounds rang out as countless siege ladders were erected on the city walls.
Beneath the city walls, the Mongol army, under the cover of the Longbow Battalion, began its assault on the walls. Not far away, giant battering rams covered with raw cowhide began their relentless assault on the city gates.
Arrows rained down, swallowing the clouds and devouring the sun.
A hail of arrows rained down on the city walls, the dense barrage of arrows like an impenetrable dark cloud. The powerful bows and crossbows allowed the Mongol archers below to stay far out of range of the arrows fired from the city walls, and the three thousand crossbowmen freely expended their sharp arrows.
Chakmu, the commander of the vanguard of the Mongol army who was stationed at his horse to observe the battle, saw that the time was ripe and resolutely ordered an attack on the city.
Dozens of large drums sounded simultaneously, their muffled drumbeats like the call of death from the deepest hell, urging everyone on the battlefield to hurry.
Three hundred paces from the city walls, a Mongol infantry captain drew his sharp sword and raised it above his head, the blade gleaming with an unusually cold light.
The captain turned around. Thousands of fierce soldiers were silently watching him from behind. These were his comrades-in-arms, loyal warriors who had followed the Great Khan in conquering the lands. Feeling the trust and awe in the eyes of the soldiers behind him, the captain roared, "Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The sounds of battle were deafening.
"Pour in the hot oil!"
Yang Hui shouted loudly!
The defenders on the city wall poured scorching hot oil onto the Mongol army riding on siege ladders, and also hurled large stones down upon them. The Mongol army below cried out in despair.
The Mongol vanguard of 50,000 troops launched a powerful attack on the city, but the Ming army defending the capital also numbered 50,000. Based on the attack-to-defense ratio, the number of attackers was at least three times that of defenders. For a city with such high walls as the capital, it would be impossible to breach it without at least five times the number of troops! The defending soldiers used logs, rolling stones, and other defensive equipment to inflict heavy damage on the Mongol infantry, but the Mongol army, attacking from multiple points, was clearly well-prepared, and its main force had also arrived, increasing the attacking force from 50,000 to 200,000!
The valiant Mongol army had quickly stormed the city walls. Without the protection of the walls, the defending soldiers could only fight desperately. Only by killing the enemy who had stormed the walls could they have a chance to hold the city.
A bloody battle, an unprecedented bloody battle, has stained the entire city of Beijing red! Everyone is hoping, hoping for a miracle!

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