Lu Zhongtian, Yang Jun, Wu Chunlai and others turned their horses and returned. A moment later, a series of orders rang out all around, signaling an imminent attack. At the head of the city, Lin Jue also gave an order in a deep voice, and everyone was ready to meet the attack and prepare to fight to the death.

A tall military flag waved in the air, and the drums of war rumbled. An old and hoarse roar spread from Yang Jun's mouth in all directions.

"Ready!"

But he saw countless archers emerge from the procession, come to the front of the procession, and bend their bows and arrows at the head of the city.

"Shoot the arrows!" Yang Jun roared.

"Buzz!" The sound of the bowstring vibrating was like the trembling of countless wings, and the faint sound of muffled thunder rolling through the clouds. The thunder was followed by a torrential rain. It's just that it's not real raindrops, it's a rain of arrows.

Tens of thousands of arrows shot out from all directions, casting a dark cloud in the air, and instantly converged on the fortress and fell. Almost every inch of the bricks and stones of the small fortress within a radius of 100 steps were not spared, every inch of the place was washed by the rain of arrows, dense bows and arrows jumped on the masonry ground, and the wooden towers and houses above and below the city were instantly densely filled with arrows, and the originally flat ground instantly became a forest of arrows, and countless arrows were inserted in an instant.

The forbidden army was armed with a variety of bows and arrows, strong bows, long and short bows, and crossbows. There are countless crossbows and so on. In this case, a normal bow and arrow is used, as it can be projectile into the sky. If it's a head-on enemy, the cross. Crossbows and repeaters are added, and it will be a storm of even more ferocious arrows.

The scary thing is that this attack is not just one round, but several rounds in a row. A stormy blow. Yang Jun finally showed his talent as a military leader. While the archers were firing, he ordered the infantry to begin their advance. This is the standard procedure for siege warfare. Under long-range suppression, siege melee soldiers and horses charged under cover. When the suppression stopped, their men had already passed the most dangerous stage of the siege and arrived at the city.

For Yang Jun, this kind of miniature city is simply unsightly. Although in order to meet the requirements of actual combat, this small city is designed to have various defensive measures like the big city, and even has an arrow tower and enemy tower, and the city wall is also two feet high, and it is extremely strong. In addition, most of the facilities in the city are made of stones, which is to prevent the opponent from attacking. But it's a small city after all. On weekdays, the siege will be trained to control the troops for the sake of fairness. If the defending side has 300 men, the besieging side will not exceed three times. But today is different, there is no need to be limited in numbers, just mobilize all forces to take this fortress. For Yang Jun, this kind of assessment is that any ordinary soldier can easily win. It's just a matter of time.

At the head of the city, when arrows rained down, everyone at the head of the city hid in the towers or under the battlements and could not raise their heads. In fact, this rain of arrows is not very lethal to the people on the city wall, most of the arrows fall into the city, and the interior of the city within a radius of 100 steps is the most troubled place. Even though the servants of the royal palace in the city had been warned not to move around at will and only stay in the house or behind the bunker, this dense rain of arrows still shot a dozen servants and maids who thought they were safe into hedgehogs.

Lin Jue hid behind the pillars of the city tower, which were made of bluestone, and the arrows clanged like popping beans when they hit it. Iron-tipped arrows shot bluestones into craters, sparks and pebbles flew everywhere, and the air was filled with choking smoke and dust. But Lin Jue still took the risk to visit the situation on the battlefield from time to time. He knew that these bows and arrows did not seek to kill or injure many people, but were only a means of suppression. The siege soldiers and horses pouring in from all directions are the ones you need to worry about the most. It is necessary to strike back at the right time and at the right distance, and we must not be completely passively beaten. The opponent is too numerous to counterattack from a certain distance, and when they all rush to the city, they will be unable to defend.

After four rounds of ferocious arrow rain, the bow and arrows stopped sparsely, and in order to avoid accidentally injuring his besieging soldiers and horses, Yang Jun ordered to stop shooting. At this time, the fast running of his besieging soldiers was already within thirty paces of the city wall.

The Praetorian soldiers rushed to the city with a ladder and shouted, and the only small obstacle was the dry moat below. This slowed them down a bit, as they had to descend down the river and climb up the half-man-high bank below the city before they could attack the city.

What Lin Jue wanted to seize was this short opportunity. When a large number of soldiers and horses rushed into the river channel more than a foot wide of the moat, the surrounding moats were densely packed with countless soldiers like ants. At this moment, Lin Jue gave the order to attack.

"Flashbang! Serve! Lin Jue shouted and rushed to the city wall, waving his hand and throwing a flashbang the size of a pigeon's egg into the ground. Cover your eyes at the same time. All the Lin family nursing homes protected their eyes with one hand and threw the flashbang in their hands into the trench. There was a crackling sound, white light rumors, and a pungent smell rose, choking people's breath.

Although only about twenty flashbangs were thrown on each wall, the flickering white light was particularly intense at the dim dawn. It was as if tens of thousands of fireballs suddenly flashed in the trench, and it was as if countless fireworks exploded in the air at the same time. The bursting white light of the flashbang made the surroundings as bright as day. But it was like a blank sheet of paper covering the day, and I couldn't see anything, I couldn't see anything. The white expanse is boundless, as if the sky and the earth are covered by a white dazzling curtain.

This is what the soldiers in the trenches and near to the left felt. Even Lu Zhongtian, Yang Jun and the others, who were a hundred steps away from the formation, involuntarily turned their heads to cover their eyes at the moment when the white light burst. Their eyes couldn't stand the intense white light.

The process of making flashbangs was actually obtained by Lin Jue unintentionally, at first for the light and shadow effects of the Jiangnan Grand Theater, and in order to have brilliant light and shadow, Lin Jue lingered in the Hangzhou fireworks workshop. I became good friends with some workshop masters. Later, in order to improve the gunpowder of Wang Ba's box, Lin Jue, a fireworks workshop in the capital, also ran all over the place. Many masters were Lin Jue's guests.

Again, Lin Jue visited a master in a gunpowder workshop and asked if there was any powerful and mild gunpowder. The old man immediately demonstrated a kind of gunpowder, which emitted a large amount of white light when burning, which was extremely dazzling. Lin Jue felt very surprised, the power of the gunpowder was actually not great, but it was extremely bright and dazzling. After asking, it was revealed that the old man had also obtained a medicine from a priest that could increase the brightness of gunpowder. This is quite advantageous for the competition between pyrotechnic workshops. After the fireworks are lifted into the sky, whoever has the brightness of the fireworks will be particularly eye-catching, which is obviously a big selling point.

Lin Jue immediately took the old master to visit the alchemist in the south of the city, the goods were just an alchemy Taoist, but he had inadvertently practiced this kind of thing and sold it to the workshop to make money. Lin Jue believed that this person should have inadvertently purified an element called 'magnesium' in later generations, and the gunpowder was mixed with this substance containing impurities magnesium, which would produce a large amount of dazzling white light. From this moment on, Lin Jue funded this alchemist to refine a large number of this object, and Lin Jue thought that it would be very useful for the light and shadow of the Grand Theater or for making a kind of flashbang. In his opinion, these things are just some waste, only the owner of the gunpowder workshop will buy some of these scum at a low price, and this Lord Lin is willing to pay a lot of money to let himself practice these scum, so he naturally can't ask for it.

Lin Jue simply settled the monk alone and concentrated on letting him refine this thing. After several adjustments to the proportions, this burst flashbang was finally produced. After participating in the counterinsurgency, Lin Jue seriously considered the practical use of this object. He believed that these things must be valuable in situations where there is no need to harm the lives of criminals or to disperse crowds. Of course, this can also be used for self-protection.

At this moment, these flashbangs exerted their power, and Lin Jue was not unwilling to hurt the lives of these forbidden soldiers, but he needed to use flashbangs to temporarily blind these people who rushed to the front and turn them into headless flies. At least for a few tens of breaths, these people lost the ability to attack the city. And these dozens of breaths of time are enough to do a lot of things.

The relentless blow came in an instant. The bows and firearms in the hands of the palace guards and the Lin family guards at the head of the city began to roar. The crossbows and shotguns landed indiscriminately on the forbidden soldiers who were struggling in the trenches with their eyes covered. The arrows made a terrifying popping sound as they plunged into the flesh, and the blood from the shotgun exploded like raindrops falling on the surface of the lake, splashing fine pieces of flesh and blood. Screams and wails filled the surroundings. The entire area around the fortress instantly became the Shura Dojo and became a place of slaughter.

In just a few dozen breaths, the palace guards poured out. After six rounds of arrow rain, the Lin family nursing home bombarded two rounds of five companies. Ammunition sacs for hair. Thousands of crossbows and countless shotguns were completely absorbed by the bodies of the forbidden soldiers in the trenches, and the damage caused can be imagined.

The originally dry trench was drenched with flesh and blood, and became a pot of muddy porridge in the trampling of everyone. The crowd instinctively fled, trampling on the bodies of the wounded, causing even more casualties. What should not have died, was trampled under his feet and trampled to death, and what was supposed to be a minor injury was trampled into a serious injury. There were weeping and screaming everywhere, and there were flesh and blood stumps everywhere. Even Lin Jue couldn't bear this scene. Some of these forbidden soldiers have fought side by side with them in the past, but now they have become enemies, which is really embarrassing to think about.

In the rear, Lu Zhongtian, Wu Chunlai and others watched all this dumbfounded, speechless for a long time.

"This ...... This...... The thief is so powerful? Those firearms ......," Lu Zhongtian muttered.

Yang Jun said coldly: "Now I know why the old man on the long street suffered a big loss." This thief has long kept soldiers and horses and made firearms privately. The old man didn't notice it, and he suffered a big loss. It's ridiculous, and some people say that the old man deliberately let him go. Lin Jue's talent also came to provoke, and some fools were afraid that they still believed it in their hearts. ”

Lu Zhongtian didn't notice the finger scolding Huai in Yang Jun's words, his attention was still in the battle ahead. He smacked his lips and said, "Then can this still take the city?" The soldiers were killed and wounded, and they were afraid of ...... Three or four thousand. ”

Yang Jun said coldly: "Lu Xiang sits in the court every day, so he naturally doesn't know the cruelty of the battle. The old man is a person who has experienced a hundred battles, and he has seen a lot of this situation, what's the big deal? What is the death of some people? We have so many people that we can kill a few thousand more people, what should we do? After all, they can't escape today. Lu Xiang doesn't have to worry, the offensive will continue. ”