Chapter 1123 Changping County Lord 71
There were quite a few people rushing in, all eager to go into the city and grab it. If trapped, the loss of life will be great.
Huxie Maodun shouted: "Hurry and save!"
"It can't be saved. The fence blocks the road and it's already burning inside. The urn city is full of kerosene and it can't be extinguished at all. It's so hot that it's hard to get close." After hesitating to report the news, he finally spoke out: "Prince, we have fallen into a trap. ! ”
When Huxie Maodun heard the kerosene, his scalp almost exploded. It's not that I haven't considered a fire attack, but with the large number of people, even if I throw some torches or something, so many people can be stamped out. But I didn't expect that the other party would pour kerosene on it and get out the kerosene.
Do you know how expensive kerosene is? Not for war, no one would save this. Is this county chief just waiting for a war, or does he have enough money to save kerosene?
These two thousand soldiers and horses may never return. And now the soldiers who were climbing up the city wall were picked off one by one. As for those standing outside the city gate, there was no way to get in. The fire inside was soaring into the sky.
Xining sat on the stool. The damn weather was too cold. The precious clothes on my body were originally stuffy and hot to wear in summer, but now I felt it was not enough. If it weren't for the sake of face, I would really want to put on the big cloak.
It seems to be much warmer now than before. Also, a furnace as big as Wengcheng can make steel, and the surrounding temperature is heated up. The heavy snow floated downwards, and when it reached mid-air, it was melted by the fire. It turned into drizzle but immediately turned into steam. As the black smoke floated upward, it seemed to pollute the environment.
Xining asked: "Are you still attacking the city?"
Xun Liao turned around and clasped his fists in salute: "Yes!"
Still fighting, don't you know how to quit when the difficulties are hard?
If this is the case, then so be it... She said calmly: "We should share the blessings and share the hardships. We should also reward the Huns outside the city with thirty or fifty cans of fire oil."
Anyway, I have plenty of kerosene saved just to burn you. Only one-fifth of the kerosene is used. If it is not used for fighting, the entire county will not be able to use it up in about ten years. Use it now while it’s available!
The clay pots were thrown down from the tower one by one, and they bloomed on the ground. The dark, thick kerosene in the pots also flew everywhere.
The weather is so cold that the grease freezes. But soon the fire oil will melt quickly and turn into a raging fire.
The Hun soldiers at the bottom of the city gate shouted loudly: "Kuoyou, retreat!" They turned around and ran away.
Several torches fell from the sky, and when they touched the kerosene, they became even more ignited. When the kerosene melted, they immediately ignited like an explosion.
The Hun soldier who had no time to escape suddenly turned into a burning man!
The man, who had a small amount of kerosene on his body and was burning, rolled in the snow, trying to put out the fire.
Once kerosene ignites, it is difficult to extinguish it. When lighting a fire and making charcoal, just a few drops are enough to ignite the fire. Even if it is a wooden pile, it still burns like firewood.
Someone on the tower had already wrapped a cloth strip around the arrow, dipped it in kerosene, lit it on fire and shot it. Rockets fell from the towers like meteors to the bottom of the city.
"Don't run away, go back..." No matter how Huxie Maodun shouted or whipped him with a riding crop, he couldn't change the reality of the overwhelming defeat. Those soldiers just want to escape. There is no way to fight this battle. This city cannot be conquered at all.
The Huns soldiers retreated, and there was a cheer from the tower. Even happier than the Chinese New Year!
Xijing sat quietly, looking at the urn city ahead. There were not many people moving in the firelight, but the fire was still burning.
The air was filled with a stench, which was the smell of tar after burning kerosene, and there was also a special odor after burned fur. Even if it's a scent, just thinking about what it is is enough to make one's hair stand on end.
She stood up: "After the fire is out, clean up. Pile all the corpses outside the city gate. Since the city gate was smashed by them and cannot be repaired for a while, let them block the door." Turned to leave. , and found Xun Liao stunned there. So she raised an eyebrow. Of course, her face was looming under the gauze of the hat and could not be seen clearly: "It's such a cold day, it won't stink until it thaws."
Regardless of whether it stinks or not, most of the people in Wengcheng are scorched corpses. Blocking the city gate with scorched corpses is beyond the imagination of the county magistrate. It's too scary.
Xun Liao saluted: "Here!"
When I walked down the tower, I saw that the rear area was already busy. Although the fire in the barbican had not been extinguished, the injured people were being lifted off one by one and treatment began.
All the maids put on simple cotton dresses and were busy running around. Delivering hot water, medicine, and gauze, those who were brave and careful and had a basic understanding of medicine had already rolled up their sleeves and followed the military doctors and doctors to stop the bleeding and bandage the wounds.
Xining raised his eyebrows and was very satisfied. There were many spies and hidden stakes, so they naturally knew how to bandage their wounds. It was just right at this time!
When passing a corpse, Xining stopped.
It was General Zhang. He was lying on the door panel. After more than ten days, his body was frozen to the bone, and his skin was black and blue.
At that time, he was placed behind the city gate to show him whether the city could be defended.
Every day someone would sweep the snow off his body to show everyone what would happen to anyone who abandoned the city and fled. Even the coach is lying here. If you want some company, go ahead and try.
Xining looked sideways and said after a long time: "General Zhang, can you see it like this?"
The people behind him were all sweating, and then they heard the county leader's order: "Please ask General Zhang to go to the tower. Stop lying down. You can't see him when he is lying down. Stand him up."
So the people who cleaned up the battlefield tidied up and became even more penetrating than before.
All the charred corpses that could be collected were piled at the city gate. When you are lucky, you will hear a "click". It was so crisp that the people transporting it didn't dare to look at it. Nine times out of ten, something had broken off and fallen off.
And these have all been burned dry. Some of the large living people that originally weighed 100 kilograms weighed less than 20 kilograms. One stretcher can be carried by two people, and two or three bodies can be put on it at once.
Seeing that the urn city was white and filled with burned ashes, I simply used a broom to go directly to the blocked city gate, which just happened to fill the gaps.
General Zhang was naturally "invited" to the top of the city. He originally wanted him to sit down, but found that he couldn't bend at all. So I went to get a wooden frame and propped him up. It was placed in the most conspicuous position in the middle of the tower so that he could "see" it. All the Huns soldiers fled back to their tents five miles away. Along the way, there were messy footprints and people who died of injuries.
And all of this was covered by the falling snow, which was soon covered with a layer of white frost. Two hours later. It was all covered up.
After winning the first battle, everyone was beaming. The mutton soup is cooked, the mutton is cooked until tender, add noodles, and sprinkle with some minced garlic, not to mention how delicious it is. After eating it, everyone felt warm, even though everyone's hearts were also burning hot at this time.
(End of chapter)