Zhang Bingzhong didn't dare to besiege the mountain at night, because he had just suffered a big defeat during the day, and now he was panicking, and many of his people were blind, and they became blind at night, and it was easy to blow up the camp when they were shocked.

He had no choice but to call everyone back to the battalion, and at night he began to build trebuchets again with a tinkling of tinkling.

During the day, three of the seven trebuchets were destroyed, and the remaining four and six tiger squat guns, as well as several boxes of gunpowder, all fell into the hands of the surnamed Qin.

He's going to have to rebuild the trebuchet, and the more the better, and kill the dog surnamed Qin tomorrow.

After dark, Zhang Bingzhong, who had arranged things properly, returned to his tent, sat with Zhang Kewang, Zhang Nengqi and Zhang Wenxiu, picked up a leg of mutton and gnawed it.

At this time, a loud "boom" suddenly came from outside the camp.

Zhang Bingzhong threw the leg of mutton on the ground with a shake of his hand, picked up the knife next to him, and strode out.

Zhang Kewang and the others also hurriedly rushed out with their weapons.

When I got outside, I saw that the camp was in a mess, and there were people crying for their fathers and mothers running around.

"Don't mess around, come with Lao Tzu, whoever runs around Lao Tzu cut him!"

Zhang Bingzhong shouted a few words, and after slashing a rogue who happened to run to his side to the ground, he strode towards the direction of the camp gate.

When he arrived at the camp gate, there were only a few bonfires that he had specially lit, but there was no one.

"What's going on?" Zhang Bingzhong frowned and asked the person guarding the camp gate next to him.

"Back to the king, the little ones didn't know what was going on, so they heard a loud bang outside, and saw a fire outside, and the small ones thought that someone had come to rob the camp, but after the fire, there was nothing, and there was not a single figure, and the small ones put a few arrows outside, and there was no sound."

"Huh?"

Zhang Bingzhong frowned and thought about it, and soon sneered disdainfully: "Hmph! Carving insect skills, dare to play this kind of trick with your grandfather. ”

After that, he put away his knife and walked back, and shouted to the few righteous sons and a group of old camp men and horses who followed: "Scattered, scattered, the little bastard surnamed Qin is just a small trick, go back to sleep, and raise enough spirit to attack the mountain tomorrow." ”

Seeing the false alarm, his people breathed a sigh of relief, and some scolded in the direction of the border mountain.

Zhang Bingzhong returned to the camp tent and saw that the leg of mutton had fallen on the ground and was stained with mud, so he couldn't help but curse a few words, then picked up the leg of mutton, blew off the soil, and put it in the pot to wash it.

It didn't take long for him to eat and drink to his heart's content, burp a few righteous sons away, and go out to bring a woman back himself.

Before the trouser strap could be untied, there were suddenly two loud bangs outside.

Zhang Bingzhong's lower body tightened, and he almost didn't pee out, knowing that this was a dog-like girl surnamed Qin who made a tactic to harass the enemy, but he couldn't let go.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally cursed a few words and strode out with his knife.

When I arrived at the camp gate, I asked again, and sure enough, it was harassment from the other party, and only two fires rose up about a hundred steps away, and I couldn't even see a ghost.

Zhang Bingzhong guessed that the surname Qin should have used something like 10,000 enemies, that is, he stuffed gunpowder and stones into a crockpot, lit a fire rope and threw it out, the sound was louder than a cannon, but the power was not flattering.

It seems that the surname Qin is determined not to let himself sleep well.

Zhang Bingzhong didn't dare to let his subordinates relax their vigilance, only scolded a few words, and then went back to the camp to find the woman just now.

When the work was in full swing, there was a sudden rumbling series of loud noises outside, and Zhang Bingzhong urinated as soon as he shivered.

"The surname is Qin, I will be in your grandmother's house!"

Zhang Bingzhong was so angry that he smoked and scolded in the direction of the border mountain.

He didn't plan to go out, and this time it must have been an attack.

But after a few curses, he felt that something was wrong, and several heart-rending screams rang out in the camp, which were only after being wounded.

Zhang Bingzhong's face changed greatly, he hurriedly put on his pants, didn't wear clothes, and ran out with only a knife.

The camp was in chaos, and countless figures were running around in the black lights, screaming and screaming one after another.

"Meet the enemy! Meet the enemy with me! ”

Zhang Bingzhong was naked, holding a knife high and shouting as he rushed towards the camp gate.

Before he reached the camp gate, a series of rumbling noises sounded outside, and he saw that tongues of fire suddenly erupted from the darkness outside the camp, and more than a dozen cannonballs drew a strange scarlet trajectory in the night sky, whistling and falling into his camp.

In the blink of an eye, a large number of screams rang out in the camp.

"Arrange, release the arrows, release the arrows quickly."

Zhang Bingzhong roared loudly, brandishing a knife and directing the men and horses of the old battalion who rushed to deploy defense. Glamorous e-books

Soon a hundred or so arrows were fired towards the place where the fire had just been.

However, those arrows were like mud cows entering the sea, and they didn't even make a splash.

"Put it again, put it away." Zhang Bingzhong shouted again.

His men hurriedly raised the angle of their bows and arrows, and fired a second wave of arrows.

This time, a few muffled grunts finally sounded in the darkness outside.

"Put it again, put it again."

In the third wave of arrows, there was no sound outside.

Zhang Bingzhong waited for a while, and then shouted to the side, "You guys go out and have a look." ”

A few men next to him looked at each other, but finally they took the horses hard, opened the camp gate, and cautiously leaned forward.

As soon as they reached the campfires about fifty paces away, more than a dozen tongues of fire suddenly erupted from the darkness in the distance, and a row of gunshots rang out at the same time.

"Give Lao Tzu an arrow, release an arrow!"

Zhang Bingzhong was going crazy.

At the same time, on the border mountain, Qin Chuan commanded a group of his subordinates to draw scoops according to the gourd, and made several new trebuchets according to the captured trebuchets.

He hadn't touched this thing before, but after seeing Zhang Bingzhong use it today, he felt that this thing was okay, if the army brought craftsmen and iron nails, and could find dry wood, it would be good to build some powerful ones to siege the city.

If it is built and taken with the army to fight, it is not cost-effective, even if it can be disassembled and transported, it is difficult to carry those few pieces of wood, it is better to bring artillery directly.

If you can't find dry wood, the catapult made of freshly cut wood is too bulky, and the raw firewood is too soft. It was not strong at all, and Zhang Bingzhong's seven trebuchets were made of raw wood, and three of them were rotten after a few shots.

Zhang Bingzhong's six tiger squat cannons were also captured by Qin Chuan, including five two-foot-long small cannons, with five iron hoops, weighing about 30 catties, and one two-foot-five-inch long, with six iron hoops, all forged from wrought iron.

These small cannons forged by the Ming army are not very powerful, the range is much shorter than the three-foot tiger squat cannon made by Qin Chuan, and the shells are also small, the only advantage is that the wrought iron is forged, and there are iron hoops, so the probability of exploding the chamber is also small.

Qin Chuan received all these small cannons, which could be used to defend against Zhang Bingzhong.

There were not many people who attacked and disturbed Zhang Bingzhong, only a squad of fifty people, wrapped the horseshoes of the war horses in cotton cloth, brought twenty flintlock pistols as cover, and went to harass a wave every half an hour.

Most of the time, he just threw a few tens of thousands of enemies, that is, gunpowder bottles, more than a hundred steps away, to scare Zhang Bingzhong.

But occasionally, he would move a dozen tiger squatting cannons, and run away after two rounds of cannons, anyway, he wouldn't let Zhang Bingzhong's people live in peace.

Qinchuan's people slept in three shifts, and they began to sleep before it was dark, ensuring that each shift could sleep for at least four hours.

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The next day, it was not until dawn that Zhang Bingzhong's camp began to make fires and rice.

Everyone was listless and yawned, and they were scared all night, and they didn't sleep well.

Zhang Bingzhong didn't sleep all night, and just wanted to squint for a while at dawn, when his subordinates suddenly came to report: There were a lot of people running last night, at least six or seven thousand, and they should have taken advantage of the chaos.

The most important thing is that the old craftsman who built the catapult ran away, and not a single catapult was built.

When Zhang Bingzhong heard this, he was immediately furious, and scolded again in the direction of the border mountain.

Today, he only has 20,000 horses left, and there are less than 13,000 left who can go to the battlefield.

Catapults are easy to build, just draw a scoop from a gourd, and at most it will take a little more time.

The crux of the matter is that they can't hit the catapult accurately.

In the past, it was the old craftsman who was caught by him and aimed at it, how many stones could be put in the basket, how far he could hit, etc., only the old craftsman would.

As soon as the man ran, his men could only look at the darkness and slowly grope for the weight and range of the stones in the basket.

Perhaps, when his men finally took aim, the catapults were rotten.

If there is no catapult, you can only pile it up in a swarm, build more big shields, make bigger ones, make them thicker, and pile them up with human life.

I am afraid that those hungry people who are bound by it are greedy for life and afraid of death, and they dare not rush up.

On top of that, he's running out of time.

It is likely that the other Ming generals are rushing here, and whether he can take the border mountain or not, he must leave tomorrow, otherwise it will be too late.