flstandardbreds Chapter 351: Bloody Battle in Dingxi City
Chapter 351: Bloody Battle in Dingxi City
The first to arrive in Dingxi was the fierce vanguard tribe of the Qiang people, led by Dara Xinbu.
This tribe has unique habits when fighting, and is particularly fond of human wave tactics.
The unique skills they demonstrated in siege were simply jaw-dropping.
Especially the ability to climb the city wall, which is unparalleled. No matter whether they climb up bravely with the help of ladders or climb skillfully with grappling hooks, they can approach the top of the city wall at an astonishing speed in the blink of an eye.
If you have never witnessed these people's fierce attacks with your own eyes, it would be hard to imagine how ferocious and fierce they are when fighting on the battlefield.
However, the defending general Qian Dazhuang was by no means a mediocre person.
Years of experience fighting on the battlefield have enabled him to accumulate extremely rich combat experience and also summed up a unique set of methods to defend against the enemy.
When the 100,000-strong Qiang army gathered at the foot of Dingxi City like a surging black torrent, the defenders in the city were shocked but did not fall into panic.
"attack……"
Following Daraxinbu's thunderous roar, the low and powerful sound of horns instantly rang out all around.
The voice seemed to come from ancient times, carrying an endless murderous aura, as if it could penetrate the mountains and reach the deepest part of people's hearts, making people terrified.
I saw countless war horses galloping towards me, the sound of their hooves was like thunder, shaking the earth slightly.
However, the warriors on horseback were not holding ordinary swords, spears, swords or halberds, but each of them was wielding a special lasso.
Looking closely, one can see that the front end is inlaid with a five-claw iron hook that shines with a cold gleam. It is extremely sharp and breathtaking.
Of course, not all warriors are equipped with such weapons, only the vanguard warriors in the front row have them.
"Archer, shoot..."
On the wall of Dingxi city, the defending general shouted an order at the top of his lungs. In an instant, countless arrows shot out like locusts, cutting through the sky and pouring towards the enemy army with a sharp whistling sound.
The Qiang soldiers who were wielding the lassoes displayed amazing skills. With a twist of their wrists, they shot down the incoming arrows like dancing winds.
Their movements were smooth and flowing, and their speed was getting faster and faster, as if they had built an invisible and indestructible barrier in front of them.
The cavalry behind also approached rapidly. They sat firmly on their horses, holding strong bows with the bowstrings clanging, and launched a fierce counterattack against the defenders on the city wall.
Then, the Qiang soldier who was lassoing the horse suddenly exerted force, and the rope flew out of his hand. The iron hook was like a deadly hidden weapon, carrying a sharp sound of wind, and flew straight towards the top of the city.
Some soldiers who had no time to dodge were ruthlessly hooked by the hook in an instant.
With the huge pulling force, the body was stuck on the battlement of the city wall, unable to move, like a trapped beast, and let out a desperate cry.
"Oh no, the enemy has a flying hook, they are going to kick the wall."
A centurion on the city wall shouted at the top of his lungs with his eyes wide open.
He drew the long knife in his hand without hesitation, completely disregarding his own safety, and stretched his head out to try to cut the deadly rope.
Unexpectedly, a cold arrow came quietly like a ghost and hit his helmet exactly.
The helmet flew off in an instant, clanging to the ground with the fatal arrow still trembling on it. The helmet rolled a few times on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
However, the centurion was not afraid at all. He had already put his life and death aside. He had only one firm thought in his mind, which was to cut the rope and prevent the enemy from climbing.
Unfortunately, the other end of the hook extended out, so he had to lean his body further out to have a chance of hitting it.
But the Qiang soldiers on horseback threw ropes up and used the powerful force of the horses to lift their bodies.
Then with a powerful swing, the whole person followed the force, pulled easily a few times, and easily climbed up the city wall.
Seeing this, the defenders opened their eyes wide with anger burning in them, and rushed towards the Qiang soldier who had just climbed onto the city wall with weapons in hand, engaging in a thrilling and life-and-death battle with him.
With the first person successfully climbing onto the city wall, more and more Qiang soldiers rushed up like a tide and rushed towards the archers' position.
Their faces were hideous and they were shouting incomprehensible war cries, like evil spirits from hell.
"Sword and shield soldiers, go up and chop down these Qiang people."
Another centurion shouted angrily, his voice full of determination and courage.
He led his men towards the wall like a tiger descending a mountain, his steps firm and powerful, shields in front, swords flashing.
Seeing the chaos on the city wall, the soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty in the inner city were extremely anxious. They rushed up the stairs quickly, their footsteps like dense drumbeats, constantly strengthening the strength of the defenders.
Almost all the cavalry who could climb up the ropes had already reached the city wall.
At this time, the infantrymen carrying ladders also arrived at the foot of the city and quickly set up the ladders with skillful and quick movements.
The Qiang soldiers, as dense as an ant colony, climbed up the city wall with all their might. Their figures swayed on the ladders like monkeys climbing on cliffs.
The Qiang soldiers climbed the ladders as nimbly and skillfully as monkeys, their eyes filled with enthusiasm and greed, as if there were endless treasures on the city walls waiting for them to plunder.
The soldiers of the Great Zhou in the city continued to reinforce the city, and their speed was obviously faster than that of the Qiang soldiers outside the city.
Soon, they relied on their numerical and geographical advantages to suppress the Qiang soldiers who had previously climbed onto the city wall.
"Throw the log!" the commander shouted in a voice as resounding as a bell. The sound seemed to pierce the clouds and disperse the gloom.
The wood placed on the city wall, even with arrows stuck in it, was either lifted or carried by the soldiers and smashed towards the location where the ladders were.
Suddenly, the shrill howls of the Qiang soldiers were heard from the bottom of the city. The sounds rose and fell, like the music of hell.
"Throw down the torches, and the kerosene too!"
The commander shouted orders to the soldiers repeatedly, his voice firm and decisive. The clever soldiers quickly reacted and carried out the orders without hesitation.
No matter what they got, they threw it down without hesitation.
In an instant, the city was transformed into a raging sea of fire. The flames raged, devouring everything.
The Qiang soldiers' figures twisted and struggled in the sea of fire, and the air was filled with the nauseating smell of burnt meat.
Seeing that the siege was hopeless, Daraxinbu's face turned ashen, like the dark clouds before a storm.
Reluctantly, he ordered someone to ring the bronze bell. The sound was heavy and sad, ordering the attackers to retreat quickly.
The fire under the city was still burning, and thick smoke rose up, covering the sky and the sun.
The air was filled with the smell of burnt meat, and the corpses of Qiang soldiers were constantly thrown down from the city.
The defenders of Dingxi had no mercy at all and would not collect the bodies of the enemies. They would usually throw the bodies directly into the city and let them burn with the fire.
The falling bodies made a thud and sent up sparks and dust.
Daraxinbu's heart was shaking violently. He never expected that the first siege would fail and he would lose thousands of brave elite soldiers.
He looked at the burning city wall, sparks of unwillingness and anger flashing in his eyes.