Chapter 3154 Siege Battle
However, in such a charge launched by tens of thousands of people, any timidity and flinching will not exist, because as long as you are a little slower, you will be wrapped up in the robe rushing up from behind, fall down, and then be stepped on by countless feet. Into meat paste.
What's more, those behind the formation are the "Supervisory Team" in full armor. If anyone takes a step back, they will step forward and kill them with a sword.
Therefore, on the way to charge, we can only move forward, not retreat.
Even if we are facing a crazy and cruel monster ahead...
More than 100,000 Arab troops were completely dispersed on the vast Gobi desert, with countless captains and generals rushing in front, rushing towards Suiye City in the night.
The moat outside the city was flowing rapidly, and the Arab soldiers took sand from the spot, put it in sacks and threw it into the river one by one. However, the construction level of the Arabs is really poor. Even ordinary things like sacks are only available in limited quantities. They only fill a moat of less than ten feet. And because the river water is living water collected from broken leaves, it flows endlessly in the blink of an eye. Just submerge the sandbags and the water goes over the newly filled road.
But this is enough.
Driven by the captain's officer, the Arab soldiers resolutely rushed up to this section of sandbags where the water was up to their calves and the water flow was fast, and rushed towards the bottom of the city.
Countless soldiers crowded onto the sandbag road that was less than ten feet long, causing many people to be squeezed into the water, and dumplings were dropped in an endless stream. The soldiers who fell into the water struggled hard. Some of them just struggled to float out of the water, but were knocked dizzy by the people who fell from above. They sank into the water again and drowned to death.
Yet such was the style of the Arab armies.
On the way to the charge, they didn't even care about their own lives, so how could they care about Paoze's life?
The task in the first stage is naturally to break through the moat, reach under the city wall and launch a strong attack. As long as this goal is achieved, it doesn't matter how many soldiers die.
In Damascus, in Constantinople, and even throughout Arabia and the West, soldiers were like slaves. The only value of their existence is to win victory for their monarch, and their lives are as low as livestock.
The wide moat was filled with the corpses of crazy Arab soldiers.
The Anxi Army on the city looked down at this scene and couldn't help but swallow hard. They are accustomed to fighting and have fought countless battles with various tribes in the Western Regions. They have seen brave Hu people, but they have never seen them as brave and fearless as the Arab army.
Soon, the crazy Arab army crossed the moat and reached the bottom of the city. The ladders were erected one by one on the city wall. The soldiers held their swords, arrows and blades in their mouths, rolled up their sleeves and climbed up. .
The Arabs' ladders were very crude and far from comparable to the Tang Dynasty's ordnance, but their only advantage was their large number.
There are more ladders and more soldiers.
Countless Arab soldiers braved the rain of arrows and rocks and climbed towards the top of the city with red eyes. The man in front of him was shot by arrows and hit by stones, and fell to the ground screaming, but the soldiers behind him didn't care and kept climbing crazily.
This is the violent attack tactic of the Arab army. The lives of the soldiers are worthless in the eyes of the generals. As long as they can achieve the final victory, they never care how many people die.
Slaves like ants and dogs are everywhere. If you catch them and train them for a while, you will be a qualified soldier. No matter how many people die, what's the harm?
What's more, if they die for the empire, their souls will fly to heaven and be with the prophet.
That is unparalleled glory and happiness...
*****
In a mountain col to the northwest of Suiye City, hundreds of cavalrymen were stationed here. The horses all wore bits and rags were wrapped on the horses' hooves, blending quietly into the night.
Yuanwei stood on the side of the war horse, holding the horse's rein in his hand, raising his head and looking in the direction of Suiye City to the southeast.
Just after midnight, bursts of thunderous shouts came across the mountains, shocking the hearts of the Anxi Army soldiers in the mountains.
After a while, the scouts who were watching from the top of the mountain rushed over. When they came to Yuanwei, they reported: "Captain, the enemy has begun to attack the city!"
Yuan Wei's heart skipped a beat, he tightened his grip on the reins, stepped on the stirrup, turned over and jumped onto the horse's back.
Hundreds of cavalrymen behind him were looking at him. When they saw him getting on their horses, they all jumped on their horses without saying a word and checked their equipment.
Yuan Wei looked around at everyone. He couldn't see every face clearly in the dark night, but he could feel the excitement in each chest.
He lowered his voice and ordered: "The enemy has begun to attack the city. We have a heavy responsibility. Even if we are killed before the enemy's battlefield, we must complete the task assigned by Sima! Come with me, if you accidentally sacrifice your life for the country, whoever survives will Brothers should personally deliver the pension money and food to the parents, wives and children of those who died in the battle, and report your names to the Ministry of War to ask for merit for those who died in the battle! If you violate this oath, you will be punished by being cut into pieces with thousands of swords!"
Hundreds of people were silent, but every pair of eyes was filled with the belief that they would die!
Yuanwei nodded slightly, clamped his horse's belly, and said: "Let's go!"
The first thing to do is to ride your horse forward.
Hundreds of cavalry followed closely behind, quietly driving out of the mountain col, running out of the hidden mountain pass, and rushing towards the south.
The wind was strong and murderous.
Yes, they are a death squad! Responsible for burning the enemy's few supplies.
Yuan Wei took the initiative to ask for help.
On the Gobi Desert, Yuan Wei gritted his teeth and leaned on the horse, feeling the pleasure of the evening wind blowing past his ears. Due to some mistake, Changsun Jun died in his hands. He didn't dare to have any luck, thinking that Changsun Yan would let him, the only survivor, go.
Even if he doesn't die, it's still a land of Guanlong. Without the protection of the Changsun family, where is the future?
So this time he put everything on the line.
Either die on the battlefield, strive for the reputation of sacrificing one's life for the country, and be shrouded in horse leather, giving the parents, wives and children the final glory and love at home. Either he succeeds in the first battle, becomes Xue Rengui's confidant, is reused by him, and successfully enters the Donggong family.
There is no other way.
To the northeast, the flames on Broken Leaf City shot into the sky, as bright as day.
*****
To the west of Suiye City, Suiye Water flows rapidly. Under the years of torrential water, the Gobi sand and gravel have been forcibly washed out into a river bed that is lower than the surrounding plains.
At this moment, under the starlight, the originally rushing river water became much shallower, revealing a large gravel river bed, and the pebbles were round and graceful under the starlight.
Not far away, the west wall of Suiye City was under attack.
Under the leadership of Changsun Han, Khorassan bypassed most of Suiye City and arrived here. After the entire army attacked the city, they rushed out of the darkness and stormed the city wall where "the foundation collapsed and the wall cracked." . In order to enhance the effect, even the few siege vehicles in the army were brought over.
Khorassan stood on the horse, fully armored, with the face shield of his helmet down, leaving only his two eyes reflecting the bonfire at the top of the city in the dark night, emitting a faint light.
In front of him, the most elite Arab army, the "Sword of Allah", was just like those lowly soldiers, braving the rain of arrows, pushing the car and hitting the city wall non-stop.
Arrows and stones poured down from the top of the city overwhelmingly.
The arrows are not bad. As the most elite combat force in the Arab world, most of the soldiers of the "Sword of Allah" are fully armored, which can offset most of the damage from the arrows. Even if they are shot into the weakest part of the armor, they will still be damaged. limited.
But the stone cannot be resisted by armor.
When a stone fell from the top of the city, the huge force of inertia would often cause three or five soldiers to be smashed to pieces, and they would die on the spot.
Khorassan frowned and held the handle of the knife tightly with his big gnarled hands.
Seeing the brave soldiers under his command being smashed into piles of flesh by rocks falling from the sky, his heart ached like blood.
These are all brave and fearless Arab warriors, each one worth ten. They should die on the road of charge, instead of dying humbly like lowly slaves under the enemy's stone bombardment.
There is Gobi desert within dozens of miles around Suiye City, with only Suiye Water flowing through it. The nearest mountain is dozens of miles away. To collect so many stones would require a lot of manpower, material resources and the world. Obviously, the Anxi Army was fully prepared to defend Suiye City.
What particularly confused him was that more than a thousand people had died on his side, and more than a dozen cars had been damaged in the crash, but this section of the city wall with "collapsed foundations and cracked walls" remained unmoving and as stable as a rock.
Coupled with the frantic supply of supplies from the defenders at the top of the city, the arrows rained down like thunder, and they never stopped for a moment, which gave him a vague premonition of something bad. A thought surged uncontrollably in my mind—could it be that I had fallen into a trap?
(End of chapter)