"If I am Huang Quji, I will send troops out to assault your artillery camp now", Liu Zijun, the supervising army, said with a straight face. His duty was to keep an eye on his own flaws, and the long time taken for the first preparation of artillery firing was definitely a fatal weakness for the artillery battalion.

"Huang Quji doesn't have the guts, otherwise, the prime minister wouldn't have brought us to attack Shao Wu", Wu Xizao replied with a smile, raised the red flag in his hand, and waved it heavily in mid-air.

Suddenly, the daylight dimmed, and more than a dozen artillery pieces spewed dazzling fire, sending projectiles roaring up the city. The shells fell, and the smoke and dust rose high, covering the morning sun and the lonely figure of the city tower.

Rao was prepared in advance, Wu Xizheng was still shocked by the sound of the cannon, and gave up the scholar Sven, and shouted hoarsely: "Wu Jing, check whether there are cracks in the artillery, Wu Kang, organize the people to return the artillery to its position and prepare for the next salvo."

"Yes", Wu Xizao's two sons flashed out of the smoke of gunpowder, took the arrow, and trotted along the trench. The muzzle of the cannon was still smoking, and the soldier in charge of cleaning the cannon had already poked a mop soaked in horse urine through the muzzle of the gun, and disposed of the residue left behind by the gunpowder fire up and down. The three gunners, with a few men, used a rope through the cannon lugs, lifted the guns, re-piled the earth ramparts to their original height, and adjusted the angle of the muzzles. The second gunner tore open the paper bag containing gunpowder, and added different amounts of gunpowder according to the size of the paper bag. The main gunner held the gun rope for pulling the fire, and looked at Shao Wucheng's head in a daze, waiting for the next shooting order.

The smoke of gunfire dissipated from the city two miles away, and the effect of the round of shooting just now was completely displayed in front of everyone. Despite several test shots of artillery in the mountains, the gunners were stunned by the killings they had inflicted.

Because he expected that Huang Quji would not have the courage to go out of the city to meet the enemy, Wen Tianxiang arranged the artillery camp very close to the city wall. Before the artillery fired, standing on the dirt slope, you could directly see the figures of the soldiers pulling the bed crossbow at the head of the city. After the smoke cleared, all the figures were gone, only the smoking towers and the burning bed crossbows, telling people that someone had been busy here just now.

Because the amount of gunpowder and the angle adjustment were not exactly the same, the first shells did not completely fall on the city. The one that smashed on the outside of the wall created several pitch-black craters between the masonry, and the damage to the wall was similar to that of a trebuchet. smashed into the city, but it caused a sea of fire. The weather in Fujian is humid, and most of the dwellings are bamboo and soil structures. The cannonballs that flew over the city fell, just enough to set the houses on fire. The soldiers of the new annex army, who had no intention of fighting, were blown up by a projectile on their heads, and then smoked by the thick smoke behind them, and they were like a pot of porridge, and no one even paid attention to the corpses of the soldiers who were killed on the city wall.

The corners of Wen Tianxiang's mouth twitched.

The simple telescope made of crystal grinding disc was not in good focus, and the scene was somewhat distorted. But on the top of the city, which had been deformed, he saw large expanses of blood running down the brick walls. It flowed wildly among the cyan masonry, slowly forming a waterfall of blood.

This was the first real combat use of artillery. The people at the head of the city were unprepared, and the dense formation invisibly increased the power of the cannonballs several times.

The smoke inside the walls grew thicker and thicker, and the cries of the innocent were mixed in.

"Hugh Fu, go on, bomb until they abandon the city and flee for their lives", Wen Tianxiang turned around and gave an order with his back to Wu Xizao. But at this moment, there is no room for soft-heartedness, and being able to kill and wound more enemy troops means that when attacking the city, your own troops can suffer fewer casualties. After experiencing the previous battles in Gannan and witnessing his wife and children rolling in front of the battle, his literati heart has been polished as hard as iron, and it will not be easy to soften in this life.

Wu Xizao waved the red flag for the second time. Under the command of the original artillery flag of the Wu family's father and son, Shao Wucheng was once again shrouded in gunsmoke. Closer to the city walls, more and more fires erupted.

"Shoot!" Wu Xizao mechanically waved the command flag and hit rows of cannonballs on the city.

Wen Tianxiang knew that he was the creator of the hellish miserable scene in the distance. But he could not order the artillery to stop.

The Broken Army must lay a base, and the jungle of Baizhangling has restricted the development of this team. There are three silver farms, an iron yard, and an undeveloped coal mine in Shaowu.

If Wen Zhong's memory is correct, there is still a year left before the Battle of Yashan at this moment. In other words, the Broken Army must develop strong enough within this year to prevent the tragedy of the sunset on Yashan from repeating.

Without strong strength as a backing, you can't return to the court. Even if they met with the emperor, they couldn't convince Zhang Shijie and Chen Yizhong to let them choose a new base area. Moreover, if there is no strong military force, no matter where you choose to be the base area, the outcome will be the same for the Great Song Dynasty.

"Prime Minister, look, do you want to stop and give Huang Quji a chance to go out of the city and surrender", Chen Longfu stepped forward and whispered in Wen Tianxiang's ear.

As soon as the cannon went down, the jade was burned. This tragic situation aroused the old master's compassion and compassion. He wanted to send someone to persuade Huang Quji to surrender, inside and outside the city, there were Song people, no matter how wonderful the fight was, it was not worth being happy.

Wen Tianxiang nodded and gestured at Wu Xizao.

The artillerymen stopped firing with Wu Xizao's banner. The soldiers who wiped the cannon took this opportunity to wipe the cannon body over and over again to cool down this magical treasure.

The soldiers did not have the compassion of the old master. Killing and wounding a large number of enemy troops without contact, this kind of beautiful errand is willing to be done. Although my ears were still hurting from the roar of artillery fire, it was better than going up and fighting people with knives.

"Please Lord Huang go to the city to speak, please Lord Huang to speak in the city", Wen Tianxiang's subordinate Zhu Ping pulled a battle flag and rode back and forth under Shao Wucheng. He was originally a capital on Diaoyutai, after the Mongols entered Sichuan, he was unwilling to surrender with the guards, and fled to the mountains with seven or eight brothers to become bandits. Charge and fight, and every battle must be carried forward. The work of persuading surrender was risky, and after the shelling stopped, he took the initiative to ask Ying to take up the job.

The city was silent, and no one would respond. A few sparse feathered arrows flew out from behind the enemy building, and landed weakly in front of and behind Zhu Ping's horse.

"Self-inflicted, can't live", Yongzaburo Zhu Ping sighed, galloped back, and gestured to the hillside where Wen Tianxiang was standing. The roar of artillery resumed, and several flowering shells landed on the top of the city, cutting off a corner of the mound.

There was still no reaction from the city.

Huang Quji had already fled. In the interval between the first rounds of shelling, he had already run down the tower.

In the billowing smoke, the people who had lost their shelter and the soldiers who had no direct superiors rushed to the north of the city like flies. Seventy miles northwest of the city, there is also Luster City and Taiping Yinchang, which has the same name as the location of Wen Tianxiang's defeat of the enemy, can hide, if Wen Tianxiang does not chase, everyone can still find a place to escape.

Zhang Yuan, the commander of the thousand commanders, tried to restrain the rebels and the people under the support of his cronies, but he had never seen the new annex of the artillery where he still had the heart to listen to his command, after three rounds of shelling, most of them had already left the city, and those who remained in the city were also cowering behind the houses, refusing to walk up to the south wall again.

Seeing that the sergeant was about to run out, the commander Zhang Yuan mustered up his courage and led hundreds of cavalry out of the urn city. After observation, he had discovered the source and firing pattern of the "Thunderbolt" and decided to fight to the death. It's a pity that there are not many people in the city who are willing to die with him, and Li Xing, the commander of the thousand divisions who spoke with him, was stunned and was waiting to die under the city wall. Wang Shiqiang, the commander of the army, disappeared after the second round of thunderstorms, and it is estimated that he had already fled from the city with the rebels and rushed to Fuzhou to report the news. Lord Huang was born as a civil official and couldn't fight, as for Lord Huang's brother Huang Tianhua, if he could behave as bravely as he shouted, he wouldn't even throw away his armor and his face was covered with black ash.

The gates were pushed open with a thud, and the shelling ceased.

"Brothers, the Great Song Dynasty is exhausted, follow me, kill the enemy and make meritorious contributions", Zhang Yuan shouted, urging the war horse to run towards the hillside, and the mountain wind blew past his ears, reminding him of the days when he led the brothers to confront the officers and soldiers. In those days, he felt that he had lived a wonderful life.

Suddenly a few rows of people stood up on the hillside in front, one squatting, one standing, and another row, pounding something with their hands. This was Zhang Yuan's last impression on the day of the destruction of Shaowu City, and then, with a white light in front of him, he and his cronies fell off their horses. The war horse neighed, and blood sizzled from the horse's neck, splashing Zhang Yuan's face like a spring. One by one, the fierce soldiers who were born from bandits, did not even see what the enemy army looked like, and they fell under their horses one after another. Opposite them, the soldiers of the Broken Army were flat-ended steel crossbows, in an orderly manner.

The first row fires, crouches, turns the gears, loads the crossbows. The second row fires, crouches, and repeats the movements of the first row. Then there was the third row, and when the third row was over, the first row of soldiers was seen standing up.

"Run, my lord," shouted the cavalry who fled to Shao Wucheng in despair. rushed to the city wall, only to find that the city gate had already been closed, and no one on the city wall responded to him. At the same time that Zhang Yuan led his brothers to rush out of Shaowu, the governor of the capital, Huang Quji, abandoned the city and fled, dumping the cavalry to Wen Tianxiang as an outcast.

"Grandma's, bastard", the cavalry angrily smashed the machete on the gate, looked at the broken army behind them who were already lined up to attack the city, jumped off the war horse hatefully, and knelt on the side of the road.

"Ninety-nine with a steel knife, kill all Hu'er before stopping", in the neat military song, Shao Wucheng was captured again. This is the fourth time in three years that it has fallen, and on the tower of the city, the kiss that has changed its color by the smoke of gunpowder coldly watches the fall of the Mongolian Daxu, and the banner of the Great Song Dynasty flutters again.

In the troubled times, no one can clearly see what kind of fate Shao Wucheng will face, and the city head will have to be stained red by blood several times before it can restore its original peace.

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