Rumble!

Bang!

In the night sky, the silence was shattered by the sudden sound of cannons.

The burning projectile hit the city wall of Fancheng directly, the green bricks shattered, and a large pit of smoke suddenly appeared on the wall.

However, the Yuan army at the head of the wall did not nervously pick up their weapons and prepare for war, they were used to it.

After nightfall, the Han army of the Zhu thief fired a few cannons from time to time and tossed them.

Wang Boluo of Xiangyang did not spend time patrolling back and forth on the city wall, looking at the place where the wall was collapsed by artillery, and the projectiles fired by the Han army, and sighed one after another.

Artillery, Da Yuan has, gunpowder, Da Yuan also has.

But the combination of the two is that Zhu Wu's cannon is not as far as Zhu Wu's cannon, and it is powerful, it is simply a landslide cracking the mountain and cracking the rocks.

Such a thing is actually in the hands of thieves, not in the hands of the imperial court!

Yuan Ting is not a fool, since Zhu Wu took Jinling, he has sent many spies to Jinling. came back to describe Zhu Wu's craftsman workshop as similar to the Yama Hall in the picture book, the big chimney emits black smoke every day, and the fishy black water is discharged from the big pipe every day.

You can only see these, and you can't see many of them, and some spies are eager to make meritorious contributions and want to go to the craftsman's workshop to check, but as long as they are seen by the patrolling Zhu thief soldiers, they will be cut directly with a knife, without saying a word.

Later, it took a lot of effort to find out that Zhu Wu's cannon was made by a Taoist priest surnamed Xi, who was proficient in all kinds of miscellaneous studies, and those strange things under Zhu Thief that killed people invisibly and hurt people's morals were all made by him.

"Lord be careful!"

As he walked, a pit smashed by a cannonball under his feet almost tripping Boluo Buhua.

"Both the DPRK and China are fools!" Bo Luo sighed, "Since you can send spies over, why don't you send some dead soldiers to slaughter that person!" ”

After thinking about it, Boluo Buhua continued to patrol the city wall, and couldn't help frowning when he saw many soldiers curled up in the autumn wind.

Fancheng is close to the Han River, so it is cooler in summer than in other places, but colder in autumn than in other places.

"Go and find a way to find something to cover and let the children sleep warmly! Then let people boil more hot water, hot soup, and prepare some wine. An autumn rain and a cold, and the iron-beaten man can't stand the damp cold by the river! ”

Boluo didn't take a series of orders to go down, and the soldiers on the city wall who were not asleep all showed moving eyes.

The soldiers are actually the people, they don't care who the emperor is, they only care who is good to them.

Walking, walking, Boluo Buhua saw a familiar figure in front of him.

It was a Mongolian boy dressed as a Han Chinese, sitting on the edge of the bonfire, listening carefully to the soldiers on the side talking about how Zhu Wu attacked the city and how the official army defended it in the afternoon.

"The cannons of the Zhu thieves were powerful, hitting the city walls, and the bricks and stones flew around. The half-meter-wide battlement saw that there was no one, and it was lifted with one shot. How many brothers were stoned to death without even seeing anyone! ”

"And the equipment used to defend the city, which was damaged by artillery. Our three-bow cannon crossbow is over with one smash! ”

The two soldiers were beside the young man, gesticulating.

This young man was dressed luxuriously, and he was accompanied by the personal soldiers of the king of Xiangyang, since the soldiers did not dare to slack off.

"If all these equipment on the city wall to defend the city are destroyed by the cannons of the Zhu thief, this city will not be easy to defend!" The young man held an iron lump in his hand, which was a cannonball of the Han army, and fiddled with it and said, "Isn't it okay to build a shed for our bed crossbow?" ”

"My little master, what shed can block the artillery of the Zhu thief, this brick and stone wall can't stop it!" A Yuan sergeant laughed.

"Not necessarily!" The Mongolian boy was a little stubborn, and the iron gada in his hand slammed it to the ground, and there was a bang, "You see, this iron bullet is powerful when it hits a stone, but what if he wants to hit it on the soft soil?" ”

As he spoke, the boy thought about it and walked to the edge of a sandbag, there were many sandbags on the city wall, which were used to strengthen the city wall. Then he forcefully put the iron lump in his hand, which was still on the sandbag, made a muffled sound, and did not bounce like it was smashed on a stone.

"We can build sandbags!" The young man said, "Fence these beds and crossbows with sandbags on the city wall, as long as they are not directly hit by the cannons of the Zhu thief, they can still be used!" ”

Although he didn't say it very clearly, the soldiers were all people who crawled out of the pile of dead people, and those who had fought all the battles, and as soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his head and began to think.

"Enlarged Timur!" King Xiangyang smiled and shouted in Mongolian.

When the Mongolian boy saw the king of Xiangyang, he smiled politely, bowed and said, "Lord Wang! ”

"Why don't you sleep so late, what are you doing on the city wall?" Xiangyang Wang Boluo Buhua said kindly like an elder, "Go back, be careful of catching a cold!" ”

"I'm strong!" The boy spoke Chinese with a distinct Northland accent.

"Then come with me!" The king of Xiangyang took off the skin on his body and put it on Timur, "Don't look at the cold here as you are in the north, but the wind here is strong." When I was young, like you, I felt that I was in good health and was not afraid of anything, but now when the season changes, my hands and feet hurt so much! ”

"My uncle also said before I came, the wind in the south is cold, let me not be cold!"

"It's only now, and when you look at it in winter, it's wet and cold!" Boluo Buhua looked at Timur's face, with some pampering, "I'm most afraid of winter, there is no warm place!" As he spoke, King Xiangyang's voice became a little melancholy, "But this is also a very beautiful place, especially beautiful!" ”

Kuangku Timur pondered and hesitated, "Lord, do you think this Fan City can be defended?" ”

Bo Luo smiled without a smile, "Do your best to obey the destiny of heaven, and do your best to die!" ”

"If you can't keep it, why die, isn't it good to keep a useful body?" Kuoku Timur thought for a while, "I have read Han books since I was a child, and the teacher of the Han people said that the monarch of the Yue Kingdom in the Spring and Autumn Period tasted courage ~~~~"

Seeing the young man's exit into chapters, the smile on Bo Luo Buhua's face was even bigger.

Mongolian nobles, not many are willing to read. There are even fewer people who like to read Chinese books and learn Han culture.

This young man's father used to be a rare talent in the Great Yuan Dynasty, who was both civil and military, and was familiar with Chinese books. When I came to this child, my family hired a famous teacher to teach him since he was a child, and he was excellent in character and learning at a young age. Shangma is a qualified warrior, and his reading is better than that of Han Confucianism. In the past, when Totoh was still alive, when he saw this child, he had to praise him, Dayuan's thousand-mile horse.

This child has a prominent family background, the son of the Great Yuan Taiwei Saiyin Chi Dahu, his mother is the daughter of the King of Liang, and his uncle is Dalu Huachi of Runing Prefecture, who led more than 100,000 soldiers and horses to fight in Henan.

At the same time, this young man named Kuangkuo Timur is also the son-in-law of Chenglong, who was personally selected by Wang Boluo of Xiangyang. Mongolians don't have as many rules as the Han Chinese, and they meet casually before marriage. This time, Timur came to Xiangyang as a birthday gift to his future wife, the county lord of Boluo who did not spend money.

It's just that I didn't expect that I couldn't leave this time, and I was surrounded by Zhu Wu's army.

"I thought that if I really couldn't hold it, it would be better to save the soldiers, retreat slowly, and then make plans!" As he walked, Timur said, "Only when there are soldiers in hand can there be hope for victory." If it's all over, how can there be a chance to make a comeback? ”

"My family's expanded Timur will grow up soon!" Bo Luo said with a smile, "Later, you will lead the troops to fight and quell the rebellion of Dayuan!" ”

"If I lead the troops into battle, I will definitely hit all the forces!" Timur had a resolute face on his face, "Zhu Wu, Liu Futong, Xu Shouhui, Zhu Chongba, Fang Guozhen and so on." Why did these people divide their forces to fight? What can't be defeated is our own strength! ”

"How?" Boro asked without a smile.

"If I am a general, combine all my strength, defeat Liu Futong, and then transfer the soldiers and horses of Liaodong Goryeo to attack Zhu Chongba on both sides. After breaking Zhu Chongba, take Xuzhou and Huai'an, bypass other cities, and directly attack Jinling! ”

Qianliju, this kid is really a Qianliju of Mongolia.

Bo Luo didn't admire in his heart, but he couldn't smile on his face.

No matter how many miles of horses are, this Dayuan is so dilapidated, can he wait until he becomes a real man?

Just as he was thinking, a pro-soldier hurriedly walked over to the side.

Bo Luo didn't get nervous, "What's the matter?" ”

"Lord Wang, the Zhu thief sent someone over!"