Chapter 269 Darkness Before Dawn

Chapter Sixty-nine (There are brothers asking for three update, but I really can't do it; if the subscription is good, I will explode appropriately, but unfortunately the current subscription can't satisfy me. Don't talk nonsense, let's have a good time with 4,000 chapters.)

There was a sea of fire on the top of the beacon, and rockets dipped in fire oil rushed to the peak like dense locusts, and there was smoke everywhere. Although there were not many combustible things on the peak, the power of the rocket was still strong. Although the tent canvas at the top of the bunker was protected by sand and stone, it quickly burned under the burning of rocket fire oil. The fireball had to be torn off and discarded.

In this way, except for several deep dead corners of the tunnel that can hide several people, the rest of the places are exposed to the rocket's attack range. Zhengde and Liu Jin hid in one place, and Zhu Xiufu and Dai Suer hid in one place. Although the arrows could not shoot directly into their hiding place, the black smoke of fire oil made them cough and almost faint.

Song Nan had to use a small amount of water to let everyone wet their mouths and noses with cloths to keep breathing smoothly; others were close to the wall of the pit, and most of their bodies were exposed within the attack range of the rocket, and in vain blocked the falling rocket with the blades in their hands.

Soon seven or eight people were hit by arrows, and the rockets burned and could not be saved. They could only roll all over the ground, hoping to extinguish the flames. Two more guards collapsed and jumped directly to the peak and end this endless torture with death.

Despity shrouded in everyone's hearts, and the peak was like a sea of purgatory fire, and almost no one thought they could escape this disaster.

"Lord Song, Lord Song, if it goes on like this, everyone will be finished." In the smoke, Wan Zhi climbed along the rock wall and shouted in a hoarse voice.

Song Nan coughed a few times and spit out a mouthful of black phlegm, and his red eyes looked up at the rocket meteor falling from the sky and shouted angrily, "Shut up, don't say such a thing. If you and I lose confidence, how can the Pope's princess have hope?"

Wan Zhi mourned, "Lord Song, please allow me to take the rest of my brothers to rush down and fight with the people."

Song Nan shouted, "Nonsense, how to go down? Before you go down, you will be shot into a honeycomb by them. What if you guys go down? Aren't you looking for your own death?"

Wan Zhi said, "If you die, you have to kill a few talons. Anyway, you will die on this peak."

Song Nan grabbed Wan Zhi's neck and said, "I don't. Listen, if you mention this again, I will cut your head with a knife."

Wan Zhi roared and tears flowed from his eyes.

Song Nan held his head and stared at the rocket rain falling all over the sky. His expression was a little confused. Wan Zhi suddenly roared and pushed Song Nan aside. A rocket with a roar on the ground that had just shrank, jumping and fell to the ground with burning black smoke.

Wan Zhi grabbed the arrow and threw it out of the pit, but saw Song Nan look happy and said, "Brother Wan, look at the direction of the rocket."

Wan Zhi said, "What's wrong?"

Song Nan said, "See, these rockets are fired diagonally from both sides of the southeast, not scattering in all directions. That is to say, the cliffs in the north and west must not be within the scope of rocket attack. I'm so stupid. I should have thought of this long ago. If the Tirazzi fired on all sides, wouldn't they hurt their own people? Besides, let's talk about the wind. It's the southeast wind, and the people must shoot arrows in the wind. There is no reason to shoot against the wind; hahaha, that's good.

Wan Zhi didn't understand Song Nan's meaning at all. Song Nan grabbed Wan Zhi's arm and said, "Come with me. I remember that there is a cliff beam on the north wall to stand."

Wan Zhi shouted, "Lord Song, be careful."

Song Nan turned a deaf ear and rushed out of the big pit and rushed to the edge of the north. Wan Zhi quickly grabbed a broken armor and rushed out, rolling down the broken armor on the top of their heads.

Zhengde stared and asked nervously, "What do they do?"

Liu Jin blocked Zhengde's side head with her body and shook her voice, "Your Majesty, don't move, don't worry about them."

Zhu Xiufu and Dai Suer trembled and hugged each other tightly, looking at the backs of Song Nan and Wan Zhi running out, and their eyes were full of despair.

Song Nan and Wan Zhi came to the edge of the cliff quickly. Song Nan climbed the cliff and slipped down, but they heard a noise, the gravel rolled down, and Song Nan's body disappeared. Wan Zhi shouted anxiously, "Lord Song, how are you?"

Song Nan's voice came from below: "Sure enough, as I expected, there are no archers here at all, and the dog tar is smart enough. Oh, it's not good."

Wan Zhi said urgently, "How about it?"

"The tarans are going to climb up from the north. Call the brothers over quickly. Let's smash their heads."

Wan Zhi quickly danced his armor and ran back. After a while, he rushed to the edge of the cliff with the remaining 16 guards. Everyone slipped down along the rock wall one by one. Sure enough, as Song Nan said, there was a mountain beam that could be settled. The rocket jumped over his head, but it could not shoot everyone. Compared with the smoke and fire on the top of the peak, it breathes smoothly here. Everyone took a few puffs of fresh air and looked down slightly but couldn't see anything, but the sound of the chiseling wall clearly entered the ears. You can imagine it with your buttocks that the darter below is chiseling its feet and wants to climb up from this steep place. .

"When they get closer, there is not much fire ammunition, so we must save some." Song Nan shrank behind a protruding stone and gave a quiet order.

Wan Zhi whispered, "Your Excellency, I have an idea that there are only more than 100 fire bombs. It will take us dozens of rounds to fight. It won't work like this. It's better for us to bombard the rock wall to cause falling rocks."

Song Nan nodded and said, "You can have a try, but wait for them to climb higher, and the small stones will not kill them, but they will fall to death."

Everyone nodded one after another, and the jingling sound was getting closer and closer. The soldiers leaned against the cliff and chiseled out of the landing place. They climbed up step by step with the rope around their waist with scratch hooks. The upper rockets flew over their heads, and a layer of burning rockets fell more than ten feet from the cliff wall below. The burning black smoke made them cough. Already.

The cliff wall with a height of more than 20 feet is sixty or 70 meters according to the modern scale. This beacon is like a pillar of Optimus Prime, piercing the sky, and its steep and steepness is really incredible. After more than ten attacks, the weeds and trees on the mountain walls in other directions have been worn out into a bare piece, but the north side is too steep and inverted, so several climbs and attack the tartars have given up this side, leaving some trees and weeds, and there are many protruding rocks in the upper part.

The most difficult thing for the Taran soldiers to climb is actually the place seven or eight feet high below, which is extremely smooth and sunken. People who know how to climb know that this kind of rock wall is the most difficult to climb and consumes physical strength. I have to admit that the rocket suppression of the Taran soldiers and chisel the wall to climb. The plan is very thoughtful, which is a wonderful plan for three-dimensional attack.

The head of the first Tartan soldier slowly protrudes the protruding rock below, followed by the second third and fourth... Dozens of Tarans slowly crossed the most difficult mountain wall like a group of eight-clawed spiders, and there is no need to chisel the wall to climb up, just grab the bulge to climb up.

The Tarmons abandoned ropes and axes in their hands one after another, and then the cover of some weeds climbed up. A Tart inadvertently looked up and suddenly saw a dark face more than ten feet above, and was shocked.

The black face suddenly smiled, revealing a row of snow-white teeth, which looked even more gloomy and horrible. The raft soldier was so scared that he almost fell down with a scream. A centuriff beside him shouted in a low voice: "Is it a dog's barking soul? Do you want to find us for the Ming army above?

"Fang... found that someone on the cliff... smiled at me."

The centurion looked up. The peak of the peak was full of fireworks, and there was no one above the mountain wall. He immediately scolded, "Laughing at your mother, have you seen a ghost? The rocket is so fierce that it's too late for them to hide. How can they show up? If you ask me to kick you down again.

The Tatar soldiers blinked and looked carefully. This time there was nothing. I'm afraid they were dazzled just now. The Tatars continued to go up, and the lower Tatar soldiers also followed slowly like crabs along the chiseled traces. The higher they went up, the more they were afraid to make a sound. There was only the sound of arrows leaping around and themselves. With a heavy gasp and hot rocks on the sultry wind, the Tircon soldiers gritted their teeth and held back. As long as they succeed this time, they would never have to suffer in this barren mountains.

"clattering" a stone rolled down from the top, and the sound made the Tarts startled. They quickly cling to the cliff and did not move. The stone did not hit anyone, but fell straight to the ground and fell into several pieces. Everyone looked up nervously and suddenly found that more than a dozen dark faces stretched out at the upper end of the cliff. Several black charcoal-like guys laughed with snow-white teeth.

"No, it was found." The soldiers screamed, but there was nowhere to go. It was impossible to jump down. The only way was to climb up.

But the last scene they wanted to see appeared. The firearm in the hands of the Ming army was the life-threatening artifact of the Tatans in recent days. At this moment, they appeared in the hands of more than a dozen black-faced Mingjun, and the black muzzle was facing below.

"Go up, left and right are dead, go." The centurion of the man shouted heartbreakingly. He didn't know where the strength came from, and his hands and feet climbed up more than ten feet quickly.

"Boom!" The loud noise sounded, and the shocked Ttars almost lost their breath.

The centurion of the Tah closed his eyes and said, "My life is off." When he opened his eyes, he found that he was unharmed. Mingjun was actually crooked. There was a smoke on the rock above. Only a few pieces of gravel rolled down, but he was unharmed.

"Hahaha, the dog may be hungry and weak, and the fire can't be accurate. Brothers, rush up." The centurion laughed and climbed up crazily.

The Ttars climbed up crazily like chicken blood, "Boom." Several loud noises sounded, but no one was shot. The Ming army seemed to be blind, and the bombardment did not kill anyone four or five times.

The Tats have the courage to stand strong. Obviously, the Ming army above has lost its combat effectiveness. In six days, this Ming army is also a steel bone, but no matter how strong they are, there will eventually be a day of collapse. This is the beginning of their collapse.

The Taran soldiers shouted wildly to speed up the frequency of climbing. Regardless of the threat of fire on his head, Song Nan raised his foot and stepped on the rock, pulled out two bullets from his waist and slowly turned his head and smiled, "Brothers, look."

Wan Zhi smiled and said, "Everyone is waiting to watch the play."

Song Nan narrowed her eyes, raised her fire to face down, aimed at the root crack of the protruding rock that had been bombarded continuously, and licked her cracked lips and suddenly pulled the trigger.

"Bomb." Sand and gravel are flying and smoke is rising.

"Bomb." Another loud noise shocked Song Nan's back. She still couldn't stand the recoil of two consecutive shots, and her shoulder socket was hot and painful.

"This..." Everyone stared at the huge rock. Except for the larger root crack, the huge rock remained motionless and did not fall at all.

Song Nan frowned. The Tasans were only two or three feet away from where everyone was. After only a moment, it was a hand-to-hand struggle. Once they were entangled in hand-hand combat, the peak ratio was broken.

A personal guard raised the fire and shot. Song Nan stopped it, jumped out of the stone beam with a shout, and climbed down to help. The guards shouted, "Lord Song, come back quickly."

Song Nan did not answer. He came to the huge rock and jumped down. He stepped heavily on the rock and heard the sound of Kerala cracking. The rock slowly left the mountain wall and slowly fell down. Song Nan grasped the root of a small tree above, and his feet were completely suspended.

In my busy schedule, I didn't forget to look down and see the huge rock rolling all the way, hitting other rocks on the road and breaking into more than a dozen grinding disc-sized falling stones all the way. Wherever I went, the continuous impact formed more gravel. In a short time, the whole hillside was full of rolling stones, with a The yellow dust of Taoism forms a torrent of turbulent stones.

The tartans on the mountain wall stared at the stone rain. Before they could react, they were smashed and rolled down. Hundreds of Tatar soldiers were wrapped in stones and rumbled down, and the Tatar soldiers waiting to climb up were also smashed down by the rain of stones falling from the sky.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and a miniature Great Wall made of human flesh and mudstone at the bottom of the mountain wall was instantly cast.

In the pile of stones, blood-stained limbs, broken heads, tingling blood, slightly trembling toes, the situation is so miserable that people can't look directly at it.

More than 100 lives that were still alive just now have calmed down in this living grave.

The surviving Tatson soldiers cried and fled far away from this place of the living dead. They listened to the report of the coming Tarot soldiers and quickly ordered to stop shooting and personally rode the horse around the cliff in the north. They only looked at it for a few times. Suddenly, their throats surged and vomited everywhere.

Everyone pulled Song Nan up to the stone beam, and Wan Zhi said in horror, "Lord Song, how can you be involved in danger in person? What should we do if you also fell down just now? What can the emperor do?

Song Nan smiled and said, "The stone has already loosened. All that is needed is the last bit of pressure. Let's take the gunpowder, and I don't want to waste another shot."

Looking at the eyes of everyone who were almost worshiped, Song Nan said slowly: "The hand satars are so crazy. Obviously, our reinforcements are about to arrive. At this time, who can survive the best is the final winner. Don't give up easily. Even when you think you are desperate, don't give up hope."

The guards shouted in unison, "I have been taught."

"We are the last straw to crush this rock, and we are the last straw to crush the vitality of the soldiers of the people. See, the rocket has stopped. I'm afraid the donkey is exhausted. I'm 100% sure that the Tahs have nothing we can do about us, brothers, our hard days are coming to an end."

Song Nan looked down at the earth, the smoke and dust dissipated, the mountains were undulating, the grass in the valley was green, and a winding Great Wall dragon circled between the mountains in the distance.

The sky is clear! The rivers and mountains are great!