The arrows on the city were shot like rain. The Mongolians forced the gentlemen to carry sandbags with knives. The merchants and slaves were shot one after another. A large area of ​​them fell down like the wind blowing wheat ears. They either threw the sandbag forward to the ground, or threw the sandbags and ran back, and fell over on their backs.

Seeing this, the fat shopkeeper Wang's trembling hand had already reached to the sandbag and shrank back. At this moment, a salt merchant beside him screamed in fear, turned around and ran away, but was cut off by a Mongolian soldier's head, and blood was stormed onto Manager Wang's face. Only the Mongolian roar was heard: "Those who retreat in the face will be killed!"

Manager Wang picked up the sandbag tremblingly and used all his strength. His fat body was actually walking as fast as he could. He quickly ran to the wooden stake, threw the sandbag, and then ran desperately behind the shield car at the fastest speed. He had just run behind the shield car when he heard a scream beside him. A juren who rushed out at the same time was one step away from running back to the side of the shield car. At this time, the juren fell at Manager Wang's feet, with a feather arrow inserted on his back, and half of the arrow shaft had been buried in his body. It seemed that he was helpless.

"Continue! Keep moving the sandbags in the car!" A Mongolian soldier next to him widened his eyes and glared at Manager Wang fiercely.

Manager Wang was so scared that he quickly carried the sandbag. His fat body was even more agile than a leopard. His two short legs moved quickly like a windmill, and rushed forward desperately. He only felt the sandbag in his arms vibrated a few times, two arrows were stuck on the sandbag, and a bird gun projectile hit it. He didn't care about that anymore, and at the fastest speed, he threw the sandbag under the wooden stake in front, turned around quickly, and ran back desperately.

A student who rushed out was holding a sandbag in his hand. Before he could rush to the wooden stake, a blood hole appeared on his forehead, and a bloody projectile pulled out a blood line from the back of his head and flew out.

The student fell beside Manager Wang, and his brain and blood were sprayed on his face. Manager Wang was so scared that he lay on the ground and rolled back to the side of the shield car.

Fortunately, all the sandbags on the shield cart have been emptied, and the Mongolian pulled out the knife and pointed back: "Pull the shield cart back!"

Manager Wang breathed a sigh of relief and pulled back to the Mongolian camp with several surviving gentry, merchants and servants.

The shield cart behind came up. When Xie Xianzhong saw Manager Wang retreating, it was his turn to be frightened. Under the might of the Mongolian scimitar, Xie Xianzhong's movements were faster than cats. He picked up the sandbag and rushed out again and again, threw it under the wooden stake, and ran back quickly. He was lucky. He went all the way, five corpses fell down at his feet, and he ran back safely.

"It's finally finished moving!" Seeing the empty shield car, Xie Xianzhong was already exhausted sitting on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Get up quickly! Pull the car back! Do you have to serve you so poor?" The roar of the Mongolians sounded beside you.

Xie Xianzhong was so scared that he rolled up and stood up. He pulled the shield cart with the other slaves, desperately pulling towards the direction of the camp. On the way back, Manager Wang and the rest of the slaves pushed the shield cart full of sandbags forward and went to pile the sandbags.

The Tumotes carried these Han gentry, wealthy businessmen and servants to carry sandbags to the city one after another. As the sandbags continued to pile up, the wooden stakes and deer forts in front were gradually buried, gradually forming the prototype of a fish beam path.

Tian Weijia and Raoyang magistrate stood on the city wall, watching the Qing army approaching with the "Baoyi Aha" cart, and did not clear the obstacles. Instead, they threw trucks of sandbags under the wooden stakes. As the sandbags gradually piled up, Tian Weijia understood what was going on: "No! Jiannu is planning to build the Yuliang Road! Although we in Raoyang are ready, it is a small county town after all, and the city wall is not high. If Jiannu continues to pile sandbags, the Yuliang Road will be piled to the top of the city within three days!"

"What kind of tricks does Mr. Tian have to break the art of Jiannu's Yuliangdao?" asked the magistrate.

"The Jiannu cannot build the Yuliang Road within one day. We can organize the dead soldiers. When it gets dark, they can put down the hanging basket from the city and leave the city to destroy the Yuliang Road." Tian Weijia replied.

"How to destroy the Yuliangdao? If there are fewer people going out, it will not be enough to destroy it; if there are more people going out, it will inevitably alarm Jiannu. How can our people beat Jiannu?"

"There is no need for too many people, just carry gunpowder. Put the gunpowder into an iron box. After leaving the city, place the iron box filled with gunpowder under the fish beam path. After ignite it, you can blow up the fish beam path!"

"A clever plan! Mr. Tian Honnobudo is indeed resourceful!" The magistrate praised.

"When will Mr. Tian send people out of the city to destroy the Yuliang Road?" asked the county magistrate next to him.

Tian Weijia smiled and said, "No hurry. By tomorrow night, Jiannu Yuliang Road is about to be completed. We will send people out of the city to blow it up. Then Jiannu will be in vain for two days."

"A clever plan!" The magistrate and the county magistrate praised him.

The Tumotes escorted slaves and spent two whole days, paying the price of losing more than 4,000 slaves. Finally, they laid the Yuliang Road to a location thirty steps away from the city wall. As long as they spend another day tomorrow, they can build the Yuliang Road to the city wall. At that time, the Mongolian cavalry can directly rush up to the city wall.

"Tomorrow, the Yuliang Road will be completed. Ben Khan was thinking that Tian Weijia would not be able to watch us build the Yuliang Road, and they would definitely find ways to destroy it. So tonight, people must be left to guard near the Yuliang Road, and a team of cavalry must be mobilized. When the Han dogs in the city come out, they will immediately come forward to launch an attack and kill all the Han dogs who have left the city!" Li Hong looked at Yuliang Road, who was about to complete his achievements, and summoned all the soldiers under his command.

"Subud Khan, Bei Zhi is willing to take people to intercept Minggou!" Hang Gao stood up and volunteered to fight.

That night, Hang Gao and Li Hong's confidant general Zamusu, Tuguqi and others quietly arrived under Yuliang Road with a thousand elite Mongolian Khan's tent cavalry. These thousand khan's tent cavalry were all Mongolian soldiers with excellent armor. They were excellent cavalry on horseback, and they were elite heavy infantry after they were off horseback. This was somewhat similar to the Qing army's Manchu Eight Banners heavy cavalry. However, there were many agents of Li Guodong mixed in it, and Hang Gao didn't know this secret.

More than a thousand elite cavalry wearing exquisite armor, carrying stair bows, holding sword cards and spears were used as infantrymen, and rushed to the bottom of the Yuliang Road on foot.

The Tumot Mongolian Army did not ignite the fire, but just hid in the dark to observe the Raoyang city wall in front.

In order to prevent the Tumotes from sneaking into the warhead at night, the defenders in the city were inserted into torches, illuminating the city's under the city's daytime. If the Mongols came to sneak attack at night and arrived at the city's downstairs, they would be discovered by the defenders on the city's top.

The Mongolian soldiers ambushed under the Yuliang Road stared at the city wall in a daze, waiting patiently for the arrival of the dead soldiers sent by the defenders in the city.

When it was the early morning, it was the coldest time in a day. The Mongolians wore autumn clothes, woolen sweaters on the outside, then put on a chain mail and two cotton mail on the outside, which not only prevented the cold, but also had strong defense.

The Mongolians were wrapped tightly, but a gust of cold wind blew towards them and poured them straight into their necks, and they still felt very uncomfortable.

In the direction of Yuliangdao, a section of the torches at the top of the city gradually extinguished. The defenders in the city seemed to be asleep, and no one changed the extinguished torches.

"Be careful, Minggou may be coming out." Hang Gao, Zamusu and others walked to each soldier and patted their shoulders.

Although the torches on the wall against Yuliangdao have been extinguished, the torches on the walls on both sides are still burning, causing a ray of light to appear on the wall on the front. With the help of the faint light, the Mongolians found figures on the top of the city. Then someone took a hanging basket and slowly fell from the top of the city.
Chapter completed!