Eighty steps away from the wall, there was a tall and burly man with a rough appearance. He looked very young. He was dressed in armor and held a leather whip in one hand. His face was gloomy.
Not only was it gloomy, but it was as black as the bottom of a pot.
It hurt! Pain!
From the looks of it, there were only about thirty people in such a small relay station.
I, Dorgon, followed the king to sweep through Chahar. To put it nicely, those Mongolians are called the Golden Family. To put it bluntly, they are a bunch of cowards. They only know how to ride a horse and hold a soft bow. The arrows they shoot are weak and weak. Not many of them can penetrate leather armor. When faced with a warrior who is behind me, they will only be beheaded!
After teaching the Mongolians a lesson, he brought his personal guards to the side wall and headed south. He wanted to test the strength of the nine sides, but he did not expect them to be so weak. Along the way, there were at least eight or ten villages of this size.
Where was the legendary border army? Back then, he had beaten Nu Er 'er until he cried for his parents?
The Han people guarding the border were as timid as mice. They wouldn't be a match even if they stood on top of the wall and shot at each other, let alone open the door to fight.
As long as the brave men outside rode their horses and shouted a few times, the people inside would be frightened.
It was rare for a few archers to climb up the wall and shoot arrows.
However, the cavalrymen weren't so stupid as to stand there and let people shoot at them. Of course, they rode their horses in circles, sometimes far and sometimes close.
In a village, even if there were hundreds of people, the number of people who could draw a hard bow could be counted on two hands. If they rode their horses to lure them to shoot arrows and used the horse's power to exhaust the archers 'stamina, in less than fifteen minutes, the arrows that were shot would become soft. At this time, they would change to a group of people who rode their horses to shoot at them. They would definitely win.
As long as they eliminated all those who had the courage to climb up the wall, then everyone would rush forward and jump over the wall on horseback. With the warriors in double armor leading the way, they would be invincible.
If the stronghold was destroyed, they would naturally kill, rob, and burn it all.
When would the people of the rear leave anyone alive?
But why couldn't this familiar routine work here?
He was too careless!
The first mistake was that there was no one standing on the wall!
It wasn't that no one dared to stand on top of the wall. There were two little turtles on the wall that were tightly covered by wooden shields!
Such a dirty move was beyond Dorgon's understanding, but what was the use of being dirty? Could the two little turtles bite him?
However, the trick of riding a horse and shooting arrows to lure the enemy was considered useless. What was the point of shooting without a target?
Are you saying that those two little turtles are also targets?
Why don't you try riding a horse and shooting from a dozen steps away? Other than adding a few more hairs to the turtle shell, what else could it do?
So Dorgon sent three of his men to climb the wall to see how the people inside reacted.
In the end, the archers were not on the wall. They were all hiding in the courtyard. As soon as they got on the wall, they were shot a few times.
It seemed that there were quite a number of archers in the courtyard. It was not worth it to fight with fewer people. They should retreat first!
Upon hearing Dorgon's order, the three men who had been testing the waters quickly ran back and reported the situation in the courtyard.
After hearing this, Dorgon wasn't afraid anymore. It wasn't that he was wretched, but that there were only three archers in the courtyard!
There were only three! What was there to be afraid of?
Warriors at the back, put on armor, climb over the wall and charge in.
When the archer got close, he would be torturing the noobs!
Three archers, if he let go and let him shoot, how many could he shoot?
Dorgon decided to bring along his strongest personal guards and put on two layers of armor to take them down in one go.
Victory was waving at him, and Dorgon seemed to see the scene of killing in the courtyard.
However, the second thing was wrong!
What was going on?
Just as the two people at the front climbed up the wall, a ball of fire shot out with a bang.
Dorgon followed closely behind the two Ba Ya La in front of him, stepping on his horse and climbing up the wall.
He felt something splashing on his head and shoulders. It was cold and had a strange smell.
What was this?
In an instant, the two people in front of him turned into two big torches.
What was this? Fire? So fast? So fierce?
Before Dorgon could figure it out, the fire in front of him licked the wind.
With a bang, Dorgon was also ignited!
Fortunately, he was blocked by the two people in front of him, so he did not get too much gasoline. With a sizzling sound, his beard and eyebrows were instantly burned away. Flames immediately sprang up on his armor and instantly turned into a fireball.
"Ah!"
Feeling the pain of being scalded by the fire, Dorgon couldn't help but let go and fell to the ground with a plop.
The horse that had been stepped on had already moved a few steps away, causing Dorgon to fall on his butt!
Even after such a violent fall, the fire on his body was still not extinguished.
It hurt!
Dorgon turned his head and saw that his entire arm and shoulder were burning. Even his sleeves were on fire.
Ignoring the pain in his butt, Dorgon quickly ran back. If this strange thing were to be poured on him again, he would become a torch. Run!
"Hurry up! Hurry up! Help me take off my coat!"
The personal guards behind him quickly stepped forward and cut open his sleeves with their sabers.
"Ah!"
With a scream, half of his arm was covered in blisters, and the other half was stuck to his coat. It was painful to look at when it was completely torn off.
The two people at the front were also covered in fire. One jumped into the courtyard, and the second jumped in as well. They heard a commotion inside, and then it calmed down. It seemed that they were in danger.
The people outside the wall all looked at Dorgon. His beard and eyebrows were almost all burnt, and a large chunk of his hair had been swept away by the fire. His face was burnt black, and there was a string of blisters. He stripped off the two layers of leather armor and threw them on the horse's back. His left arm was red, and the back of his hand was black from the smoke.
At first glance, it looked like a charred Dorgon!
He was in a sorry state!
Too pathetic!
Everyone was frowning, their expressions unchanging.
This fire was too strange!
How?
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