Chapter 1477: The Last Battle of Han Banner World (One Hundred and Sixty-Seven) Years Ago (Part 2)

On a moonless night, the gate of Shannan County quietly opened a crack, and a man wrapped in a white cloak flashed out, crouched, and walked forward silently. Behind him, there were teams of Qin soldiers wrapped in white cloaks. In order to cover this attack, Fan Zhang used almost all the white cloth in Shannan County.

Kill their artillery, this is Fan Zhang's idea, otherwise, sooner or later, the confidence of the soldiers in Shannan County will be completely destroyed. Fan Zhang felt that this was a good opportunity. After several days of continuous attacks on Shannan County, the Qin army inside the pass had no power to fight back. Now the Han army must be arrogant. Tonight is moonless, windy, and extremely cold. It is the perfect time for a night attack. As long as one hit is successful, it can greatly boost morale.

The towering snow platform in front blocked the Han army's camp, and behind the snow platform were cannons wrapped in felt clothes. Zhu Qiang lay on the snow, trying to open his eyes wide in the wind, staring at the artillery that had caused them heavy casualties in the past few days. In addition to his sword, he also held a pack of explosives in his arms. He roughly estimated the distance and crawled forward for about a few dozen meters. He could ignite the pack of explosives and throw it at the artillery positions.

Licking his lips nervously, Zhu Qiang slowly crawled forward. The soldiers behind him lined up and followed him closely. Some of the people crawling in front were commandos carrying explosives, and behind them were soldiers who were ready to assault the Han army camp after the explosion.

Forward, forward again, the artillery positions became larger and clearer in Zhu Qiang's eyes. He reached forward and grabbed the snow on the ground. Suddenly, a sharp pain came, and Zhu Qiang's heart sank in an instant. Almost at the same time, the soldiers who were crawling forward on the same line as him encountered the same situation. Some soldiers couldn't help but screamed in a low voice. What scared Zhu Qiang was not the injury on his hand, but the pain that came with his hand. On the snow in front of him, a very thin rope suddenly popped up. In the quiet snowy night, a crisp bell sound made Zhu Qiang feel desperate like a bolt from the blue.

With a roar, he jumped up and rushed forward, hitting with flint while running.

The clear trumpet sound unique to the Han army came from the front, and rows of Han soldiers appeared on the snow platform in front. Arrows rained down, and behind the artillery position, the Han army, wearing white cloaks like the Qin soldiers, rushed out in groups, holding up their crossbows, and the whistling sound rang continuously, shooting the attacking Qin army to the ground in rows.

More Han troops came out, and the Shenji Crossbow also appeared. The grenades thrown from the high snow platform exploded violently, and some Qin soldiers were detonated. The huge power of the secondary explosion blew some Qin soldiers to pieces.

Zhu Qiang was hit by an arrow in the leg and fell heavily to the ground, and the flint in his hand also fell to the ground. He looked at the increasing number of Han troops in front of him in despair. The artillery position could no longer be seen. His mission could not be completed and he could not go back.

He tried to crawl forward.

Finally, he picked up a torch thrown by the Han army, gritted his teeth, and lit the explosive pack in his hand. Enduring the severe pain in his leg, he jumped up and ran forward. He wanted to rush closer so that he could throw the explosive pack in his hand to the Han army in front of him, and find a few people to take the blame before he died.

On the snow platform, a feather arrow flew over with a whizzing sound, accurately hitting Zhu Qiang's chest. He leaned back with a groan and fell heavily to the ground again. The explosive pack also fell on him. He looked up at the snow platform, where there was a tall figure, staring at him coldly.

With a loud bang, everything was over.

On the tower of the county city, Fan Zhang knelt painfully on the cold ground. He failed. The opponent did not give them even a chance. They seemed to have expected that he would attack at night.

Under the city, Qin soldiers were running back. Behind them, the Han army shouted and chased. The artillery in the distance tore off the felt clothes. With an order, the muzzle spewed out flames. These cannons had been ready to go.

"Close the city gate, close the city gate!" Fan Zhang shouted.

"County magistrate, be careful!" A personal soldier rushed over and pressed Fan Zhang tightly under him. A violent explosion sounded in his ears, and the artillery shells once again came to the top of the city.

The city gate slammed shut, and the Qin soldiers who had escaped desperately slapped the thick city gate. But there was no movement inside the gate. Hearing the city gate closed, the soldiers on the city braved the dense artillery fire, transferred the winch, and lowered the jack gate again. Fan Zhang finally breathed a sigh of relief. He pushed his hands and tried to get up, but the personal soldiers who were pressing on him did not move. A stream of heat flowed along Fan Zhang's neck, and he pushed the soldier aside with force. Fan Zhang then found that there were several fragments of artillery shells embedded in the back of the soldier. If the soldier had not sacrificed himself to protect his master, he would be lying here at this moment.

He got up and looked at the Qin soldiers who could not enter the city and turned around and desperately pounced on the Han army that was chasing them. He screamed, "Crossbow arrows, crossbow arrows."

The Qin army appeared from behind the battlements, braved the artillery fire, and desperately shot crossbow arrows and threw grenades at the city.

Behind the Han army position, the retreat horn sounded. The Qin army under the city was slaughtered, and the Han army also lost hundreds of lives.

The artillery in the distance was still firing, and explosions could be heard from the top of the city walls from time to time. Fan Zhang fell to the ground, staring blankly at the bodies of the soldiers lying in disorder under the city walls under the light of the fire, wanting to cry but unable to.

As the sky gradually brightened, the situation between the city wall and the Han army position became clearer and clearer. The snow on the ground had been stained red with blood, and there were broken arms and limbs scattered on the ground after the explosion. The soldiers on the city walls looked down at the tragic situation under the city, trembling and pale on their faces.

The sound of war drums sounded in the distance, and more Han soldiers appeared in the field of vision, but this time, there were dozens of extremely tall siege towers accompanying these soldiers, each of which was pushed by hundreds of soldiers and slowly moved forward.

Fan Zhang looked at these moving giants in the distance, with a helpless look in his eyes. The Han people were rich, and it was well known that their siege towers were built differently. From the outside, it was impossible to see the situation inside the towers clearly, because they were covered with a layer of armored iron plates from top to bottom, extending all the way to the ground. The soldiers who pushed the towers were hiding inside. From the outside, it seemed that these siege towers were moving by themselves.

Dozens of such towers moved at the same time, which was extremely oppressive to the city. The only ones who could destroy them were either heavy catapults or explosive packs that overturned them.

"Order all catapults to prepare." Fan Zhang took a deep breath, and the Han people's general attack began.

Shannan County's hurricane-throwing machines were deployed behind the city wall, and were less affected by the artillery attack of the Han army. However, Fan Zhang knew very well that after these hurricane-throwing machines opened fire, their positions were no longer a secret to the Han army. Unlike the artillery of the Han army that could be moved at will, the hurricane-throwing machines in Shannan County were huge in size, and after being fixed in one place, they could no longer move.

Amid the drumbeats, the siege towers of the Han army moved slowly, with the sound of their unique trumpets in the middle. A cannonball bag flew over the city wall with a few sparks and fell to the siege tower moving in the distance. With a loud bang, it exploded a few meters in front of a tower protruding in the front. The huge tower shook violently, and the soldiers inside shouted together and clung to the bottom of the tower. If the tower was blown over, the soldiers behind the tower would be in trouble.

"Artillery cover!" The commander of the Han army's artillery shouted loudly. Several artillery pieces, under the control of the gunner, slowly moved the muzzles. They could not see the enemy's throwing machine, and could only guess the approximate distance of the explosive pack just flew out. Amid the rumbling sound, fierce flames spurted out of the muzzle, and the solid bullet jumped out of the barrel and flew towards the city.

There were exclamations from the city. The first volley of these artillery pieces actually hit a target. One of the shells was very lucky and hit the pillar of the huge throwing machine. With a loud bang, this behemoth collapsed with a crashing sound.

"Covering fire!" The artillery commander did not understand the results of the battle just now. They knew very well that they must not let these explosive packs fall on the towers.

The siege towers were getting closer and closer, and the throwing machines in the city did not care whether they would expose their positions. They desperately threw out explosive packs one by one, and then collapsed in the volley of artillery outside the city.

Outside the city, a siege tower was unfortunately hit by several explosive packs. The armor hanging outside was blown up and flew all over the sky, and the entire tower was overturned to the ground. The collapsed tower injured and killed countless soldiers in the rear.

Helan Xiong did not look at the battle situation in front of him. At this moment, in front of him, there were hundreds of death squads wearing skis on their feet, and each death squad member was hung with grenades.

"For the Han!" Helan Xiong walked up to them and personally offered them a bowl of wine. "Don't worry, your parents will be my parents in the future. I will take good care of them for you. Please."

"For the Han!" Bowls of strong wine were poured down, and the porcelain bowls were smashed to pieces. The leading Han army officer turned around and strode towards the height of the snow platform. Behind him, hundreds of death squad members were divided into several teams and walked towards the previously built snow platforms.

"For the Han!" The officer stood at the highest point, then pushed his hands on the ground and quickly slid down the steep slope, the speed getting faster and faster, passing a U-shaped groove, suddenly soaring into the air, flying towards the top of the city wall.

The Qin soldiers on the city wall looked up at the sky, stunned to see the Han soldiers flying from the sky like heavenly soldiers. (To be continued.)