While Su Shi left, the war against Tianzhu officially began. The heaven seemed to feel the powerful force burst out by humble humans. The gloomy sky blocked the dazzling sun and brought a hint of coolness to the originally hot earth.

This is the coolness that the soldiers of the Song Dynasty have been looking forward to. Most of them are northern soldiers and cannot bear the hot weather here on the West Road in Yunnan. The heavy armor on their bodies makes them unable to use it.

If it is in the north, this is not a problem at all. After long-term training, they don’t care about heavy armor at all, but it is different on the West Road in Yunnan. Many soldiers even did not wear armor at the beginning of the war, and would rather die in battle than be suffocated to death in the armor.

This is also the case with the casualties of the Song army, otherwise it would be almost impossible for the weapons of the Indians to cause fatal damage to the Song army.

It was because of the cool weather that the Tengchong army led by Wu Wanquan withstood the pressure. Otherwise, Xiding City and Guihua City had already been broken. The reason why they insisted was that they were reluctant to let go of the current good situation.

This is the land that many people have paid a heavy price to exchange for. Land cannot be discarded for the soldiers of the Song Dynasty. The border guards on the frontier regard land as more important than life.

Because they only know one truth: if the land is thrown away from them, the soldiers who have sacrificed their lives for it will die in vain. If it were themselves, even if they turned into evil spirits, they would not let him go.

The horn of the attack of the Indians sounded again. I don’t know how many attacks it was. The head of the Song army was filled with bows and arrows of the Indians.

"Brothers, the Indians are here. Resist this attack. Each person can drink a sip of wine! This is how quick it is to use the flesh and blood of the Indians to make wine and vegetables!"

The sound of thundering and thundering sounded from all directions, and the morale of the Song army soldiers raised up again. Only Wu Wanquan smiled bitterly in his heart. If reinforcements were not there, they would go to the King of Hell to have a drink.

The food shortage is the most important thing, and the food will be eaten tomorrow. The food in the two cities cannot withstand the consumption of the army, and tens of thousands of people eat a lot every day.

"Boardman! A second, C fifth!"

Hula! The crossbow archers who were originally squatting under the horse-faced wall stood up and shot arrows in an instant. The crossbow arrows shot out like rain, and the Indians fell down like wheat, and then they hid back under the horse-faced wall again.

Zhang Cong's voice was already hoarse, but he still observed the enemy's position through the battle holes on the wall. The crossbow archers of the Song Dynasty would only target the most threatening Indians, and how to efficiently kill Indians became a problem.

Everyone knows that crossbow arrows must be concentrated to maximize their power, but shooting down from the city wall depends entirely on the personal judgment of the crossbow archers. Perhaps in this person's eyes, the Indians carrying giant axes are threatening, but in that person's eyes, the shield soldiers charging in the front are the most threatening.

At this time, unified dispatch is needed. Zhang Cong solved this problem with the wisdom of a literati, and volunteered to climb up the city wall to help Wu Wanquan conduct command.

Wu Wanquan did not care about his interference in his command. It was already a rare thing for Zhang Cong to climb the city wall at this time. The crossbow archers are a powerful army of the Song Dynasty. If they are used well, they will be in a position of being the only one man.

The five crossbows and arrow teams that once stood in the northwest border resisted the plundering team that hundreds of local natives had been tangled up. Nearly 500 people were shot and killed by them and failed to break through the pass. This was just a small army post guarding the northwest border of the Song Dynasty, and it was not even a fortress.

On average, one person shot five people, or even more.

Zhang Cong could no longer shout, but he was still in command. Of course, the body of the civil minister could not be compared with that of the soldiers. He could only be shouted by the messenger. Whenever the red flag in his hand was raised, all the crossbow archers were ready.

As soon as the messenger's location was reported, the crossbow archers stood up and started shooting. The arrows were like locusts. The Indians fell down again. Using the ratchet crossbow of the Song Dynasty to deal with the Indians was obviously bullying.

But Wu Wanquan could see the clever command of Zhang Cong. From the time when the Indians attacked the city, they could truly feel the pressure began to decrease.

The Indians were very smart and mixed elite warriors among ordinary soldiers and even untouchable soldiers. Only in this way can they get away from the barrier and reach the city wall. However, Zhang Cong had excellent eyesight. In his words, the things near could not be seen clearly, and the things far away could not escape his eyes.

"Raising the shield! Get the enemy!"

The Indians finally climbed to the top of Xiding City. After so many days of bloody battles, the corpses in front of the city wall have finally reached the same height as the city wall. Not only are there corpses, but also a large number of sandbags.

The soldier holding the shield crashed into the Indian soldiers who were climbing to the top of the city. After falling to the ground, he made up a knife. The swords of the Indians were almost difficult to leave a mark on the Song army's plate armor.

The rule of the Song army was that the shield player who was receiving the enemy must wear plate armor, and even if he was so hot, he would die in plate armor. The armor on his body was stronger than the shield. The jumping hand behind him easily used a horizontal knife to kill the lives of the Indians.

With the cooperation of the troops, the living power of the Indians was constantly chopping and killing. The Indians retreated like a tide again, and the Song army finally got a rare opportunity to breathe.

No one can predict everything on the battlefield, but it is said that it is changing rapidly. When the Song army was struggling to support the city, they looked forward to the arrival of reinforcements every day.

But it seemed that Santian was really against them, and the news of reinforcements had not come yet. Instead, the Indians began to increase their troops, which was undoubtedly a desperate blow to the Song army.

The Indians had invested a lot of money, and no one knew what Yepolo planned. He only felt that as long as the Indians could regain Pengjialuo's land, the Song people would surrender. A big victory was enough to allow the Song people to see the power of the Indians.

But in fact, Na Ye Polo knew that this was Tianzhu's last attempt. If a man pretending to be powerful cannot scare the enemy, then what he is about to face is destruction.

The Seljuks' strategy worked very well. The emperor of the Song people seemed to have abandoned Pengjialuo's land. The 200,000 army he invested again had "filled" the land that Pengjialuo was not big.

As long as the Song people could not survive this round of increase in troops, they would be wiped out all on Pengjialuo's land, and they would not even have the ability to break through.

But Yepolo saw the power of the Song Dynasty from this war. The Song army with less than 90,000 people was able to withstand the attack of nearly 300,000 Indian soldiers, which completely subverted the Indians' perception of war.

But so what? At least the Emperor of the Song Dynasty had seen his determination. It was almost impossible to destroy the Boro dynasty, not to mention the assistance from the Seljuks.
Chapter completed!