Xia Jian was feeling frustrated, and this attendant still wanted him to run away. Naturally, he kicked him down.
If the bow and arrows were broken and they could not shoot from a distance, then they would fight hand-to-hand!
"Warriors, don't panic. Without bows and arrows, we still have long knives and spears. What are you afraid of?”
"Behind this city wall are the people of our Ming Dynasty. Think about it, what would happen if we let these damn Tartars run in?”
"We are soldiers, not cowards. Draw your sabers. The brave will win when we meet on a narrow road. At most, we will be heroes again in twenty years!”
At this moment, Xia Jian was the general of Qingyang City's garrison. If he could not lead the way, the soldiers would immediately lose their courage to fight.
Shang Fang slowly pulled out his sword from its scabbard and stood on top of the city gate. He chopped down a Tartar soldier who had rushed up the city wall.
As more and more arrows were scrapped, the Tartars who had less resistance rushed forward one by one.
Fortunately, they were only cavalry. If they were siege soldiers with ladders, there would be even more Tartars charging up.
"Kill them!"
Xia Jian swung his sword again, completely relying on his strength to chop off the head of a Tartar soldier and kick his corpse down.
"Firearms, retreat. Those with weapons, come forward with me to kill the enemy.”Xia Jian had to ensure the safety of the soldiers with guns.
Perhaps, as long as they can hold on for a little longer on the walls of Qingyang City, Xiang Zhong's troops will be able to take Guyuan.
As long as Guyuan's authority was taken back, they could close the door and beat the dogs. Similarly, if they failed to seize it and the door wasn't closed properly, more Tartar dogs would run in, causing them to be bitten by the dogs.
Xia Jian was lying on the wall, watching the countless Tatars climbing up like zombies. Almost all the Tatars had reached the bottom of the wall.
"It's almost time! Someone, release the oil!"
During the Ming Dynasty, the oil extraction technology was already very advanced. For example, if one extracted oil from tung seeds, each stone could produce about 33 catties of oil.
One stone was equivalent to 120 catties.
The oil of the tung seed was inedible, so it could only be used for lighting.
A few days ago, Xia Jian had sent people to get this tung oil, but it was for the craftsmen camp at that time and was not expected to be used in battle.
It was only a few hours ago when the spy reported that Xia Jian remembered the tung oil.
Therefore, he asked all the residents of Qingyang City to hand over the tung oil in their homes.
Anyway, Xia Jian did not care about his reputation, and he did not want to be an honest official. He directly forcefully collected the tung oil.
The tung oil used as fuel for lighting must have been stored in every household.
Under Xia Jian's forceful collection, they quickly collected more than ten barrels of tung oil!
Under Xia Jian's command, the soldiers poured buckets of tung oil down the wall. The wall instantly became sticky and slippery. The Tartars couldn't even pull the rope, let alone climb the wall.
Of course, if it was just to prevent the Tartars from climbing up, then pouring so much tung oil would be a waste of its greatest use.
In ancient times, the biggest use of oil was to burn the enemy!
Dozens of barrels of oil were poured on the bodies of many Ttar cavalrymen. As long as the fire started, they wouldn't even have time to take off their clothes.
Xia Jian ordered the soldiers to throw the torches down. The torches that filled the sky were like the scythes of the Grim Reaper, gently sliding across the throats of the Ttar cavalrymen.
Of course, in addition to the torch, there was also last year's dried straw. With the stirring of tung oil, he lit it up and threw it down with the torch.
In an instant, the city wall of Qingyang City was covered in flames. The black smoke was very thick, blocking the soldiers 'vision.
The soldiers on the city wall couldn't see the situation of the Tartars because the flames had already burned the city wall.
"Retreat!" Xia Jian commanded 3,000 soldiers to retreat down the city wall and ordered the soldiers to open the city gates.
"Warriors, if you are still alive after this battle, I will bring you to drink and eat meat, drink the strongest wine, and f * ck the wildest girls.”Xia Jian was riding on the horse of the Great Ming Dynasty. He was the eunuch supervising the army, so he naturally chose the tallest horse!
"Let's go, follow me and charge out to kill this wave of Tata cavalrymen!”
Taking advantage of his weakness to take his life, this was a principle that Xia Jian knew.
The group of Tartars outside had long lost their fighting strength from the fire. If they didn't take them down now, they probably wouldn't have a chance.
This group of Tartars was overconfident. They only sent cavalry to attack the city. They didn't even have scaling ladders, yet they dared to attack the city?
The moment the huge city gate of Qingyang City was completely opened by the soldiers, Xia Jian raised his Shang Fang Sword high and swung the whip in his hand, hitting the horse fiercely.
The warhorse roared and ran with all its might despite the pain.
"Charge!"
"Kill!"
When the soldiers saw Xia Jian's performance, the courage of a soldier deep in their hearts was aroused.
Which soldier didn't want to make contributions on the battlefield?
Men have blood, so they should defend the city and the country!
The 3,000 soldiers, regardless of whether they were wielding sabers, bows, or guns, all shouted and followed Xia Jian out.
One soldier is a bear, and the general is a bear. Xia Jian took the lead and was not afraid of death, so the soldiers naturally became bolder.
The burning Tatars were in a mess, and many of their horses were going crazy, trying to escape from the control of the Tatars.
Many of the Tartar cavalrymen had already been burned beyond recognition. Those who hadn't been burned had also suffered significant injuries from the chaos.
The entire Tatar cavalry was in chaos, and they no longer had the ability to fight.
The Ming army led by Xia Jian rushed out in this chaotic moment and clashed with the Tartar soldiers. Both sides instantly erupted with shouts and killing cries.
Xia Jian held the Shangfang Sword in his hand and charged into the middle of the Tatar cavalrymen. He was like a god of death. All the Tatars who stood in his way were hacked to death or even beheaded.
Just as Xia Jian was happily killing, a very strong fellow among the Ttar cavalrymen charged at him, and the two of them quickly engaged in battle.
Xia Jian narrowed his eyes slightly. His opponent was a powerful fellow.
Long sword against scimitar, the two of them rode on horses and slashed each other more than ten times.
This person was screaming strangely. No one knew what he was saying, but it should be in the Tartar language or Mongolian.
"What are you talking about? What are you competing for? I'll send you to see your mother, the Disorder Conquering Sword Art!”
Xia Jian knew that he could only fight to a draw with this person with brute force. The other party's strength was no weaker than his.
Xia Jian used the Disorder Conquering Sword Technique, and a sword will that filled the sky was emitted from Xia Jian's body. The Shangfang Sword in his hand seemed to have fused with Xia Jian.
The hair on the back of the Tartars who were fighting Xia Jian suddenly stood up. This was a dangerous signal!
Without thinking, he pulled the reins of his horse and kicked the horse's stomach, wanting to turn around and escape.
His intuition told him that this wise man in front of him was extremely dangerous!
"You want to run? No way!"
Xia Jian roared as he jumped off his horse. He pounced at the Tartar warrior who was fighting him. With the help of the Disorder Conquering Sword Art, he slashed down.
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