"Boom, boom, boom......, boom" In the rumbling cannon, the walls of Hanzhou continued to let out painful wails, the blue bricks covering the walls kept falling, and the rubble was splashing everywhere.

The Shu soldiers on the city wall were so frightened that their faces were colorless, and they trembled all over.

The ground under his feet kept shaking, and Han Zhengsheng barely stood firm with the support of his relatives.

At this time, Han Zhengsheng turned his head and looked around, his eyes were full of subordinates who had no intention of fighting.

"Boom ......" suddenly hit the pillar of the city gate tower, and most of it collapsed immediately, crushing countless generals below.

"Ouch...... It hurts......"

"Mother, my legs ......"

"Ah......" A soldier whose body was half crushed under the pile of wood, his stomach was punctured, and his colorful intestines were exposed, and he couldn't survive.

An unlucky ghost happened to be hit in the head by a fallen wooden beam and died completely. However, the blood flowing out of the head and the brains of the white flowers are all over the ground, which is particularly infiltrating.

War is so cruel that in the blink of an eye, the living become dead ghosts.

"Han Shuai, my Han Shuai, the Northern Army has ghosts and gods to help, this battle can't be fought anymore......" A commander who was widely owned in the city rushed over and hugged Han Zhengsheng to death, desperately wanting to surrender and keep his wealth and power.

"Alas, it's too late to say anything now, it's too late." Han Zhengsheng knew very well in his heart that before the Northern Army launched a general attack, if Xiancheng surrendered, he could indeed keep his wealth and wealth.

However, when the northern army launched a general offensive and surrendered the city, the gold content was too far behind.

What's more, Northern Emperor Li Zhongyi did not give Han Zhengsheng a chance to delay time at all, and the speed with which the ultimatum was issued was simply outrageous.

To put it bluntly, Li Zhongyi has no sincerity to surrender at all, just a superficial appearance.

"It's too late to say anything now, we can only defeat the Northern Army ruthlessly, and everyone will have a way to live." Han Zhengsheng has been on the border for many years and has killed countless Tubo people, so he is not a greedy breed who is afraid of death at all.

As soon as these words came out, Han Zhengsheng's old subordinates shut up one after another. Originally, the military spirit that had been shaken gradually retracted.

Everyone knew in their hearts that after being bombarded, if they surrendered to the Northern Army, the daylilies were cold.

"For today's plan, we must grit our teeth and hold on, and we can't let the northern army easily break the city. Otherwise, you and I will be prisoners. After all, Han Zhengsheng is a general, and he hit the officers' death hole with one mouth.

"I listen to Han Shuai."

"Nothing else, fight."

"Yes, fight."

With one sentence, Han Zhengsheng reversed the military spirit that was about to completely collapse, which can be described as unintelligent!

However, although Han Zhengsheng showed perseverance on his face, he actually did not have the slightest confidence in his heart.

The Northern Army has erected so many long tubular weapons, and the power under the continuous bombardment has far exceeded Han Zhengsheng's imagination.

Desperately, it's easy to say. In fact, even the shadow of the Northern Army can't be seen, even if you want to cut people with a knife, it's impossible, how can you fight hard?

However, Han Zhengsheng understands better that if he can't hold on, his identity, status and belongings, everything will come to naught!

However, the ideal is plump, and the reality is skinny.

The city wall shook one after another, and it had been an hour long, and Han Zhengsheng was already a little numb.

In the rumbling roar, the arrow battlements on the city wall had been blasted to the ground and mutilated.

The henchmen officers around Han Zhengsheng kept falling, and there were fewer and fewer officers who dared to approach the arrow stacks.

The situation is getting worse and worse, and Han Zhengsheng has been holding the hilt of the knife, but he has never been able to swing it out and cut people. Because, the enemy has not yet erected a ladder to climb the city.

About an hour later, with a dense roar, there was a sudden deafening cheer from the phalanx of the northern army.

"The gates are broken, the gates are broken!"

Han Zhengsheng's head was buzzing, he racked his brains to think, but he couldn't figure it out, the northern army had never approached the city gate, why was the city gate broken?

The "Didi Di Da ......" charge horn sounded, and the large army of the Han army entered the north gate of Hanzhou like a tide.

Li Zhongyi put down the monocular with satisfaction, and said with a smile: "The power of artillery can be blocked by things that are not masonry rammed earth!" ”

Yang Wushuang said with a smile: "You once said that the large-scale appearance of artillery has made it impossible for the world to defend the city. ”

Li Zhongyi nodded and said: "Confucianism, only pay attention to the subset of history, regard craftsmen as cheap slaves, and contemptuously call technology a strange and obscene skill, which is the root of my Central Plains dynasties, which has been repeatedly defeated by barbarians. ”

"The barbarians of the north were good at riding horses and pulling bows at an early age, and their ability to maneuver and fight was naturally formed. If we don't pay attention to craftsmen and technology, how can we reverse our strategic inferiority? Li Zhongyi sighed softly, "If the machine gun can be invented, then the cavalry archery that the northern barbarians are good at will become an entertainment that cannot cut people." At that time, even if they were unwilling, they could only lie on the ground, learn to sing and dance, learn to be hospitable, and learn to be obedient to the court. ”

"Machine guns? Belch...... Dare to ask the emperor, what is this? Yang Wushuang wanted to break his head, and he didn't know what the machine gun was.

Li Zhongyi thought for a moment and explained: "It is a kind of small-barreled artillery that can be fired continuously. ”

He could only introduce it like this, otherwise, Yang Wushuang would not understand it at all.

Long before Li Hu served as the commander of the armament, Li Zhongyi had secretly summoned dozens of old craftsmen and divided them into two teams.

The two teams enjoyed the highest level of security, with one team working on the arquebus and the other on the flintlock pistol.

War is about logistical supply capacity, and in essence, it is about the cost of transportation of food and other materials and the cost of consumption of soldiers.

In the long-term competition with the northern barbarians, because the grassland barbarians could drive their cattle and sheep to move quickly, the Central Plains army could not get grain on the spot even if they entered the prairie, thus creating an embarrassing situation of laborers going on expeditions in vain.

What's even more troublesome is that the cost of long-distance transportation of grain is unusually high, and the transportation route is quite long.

Once, the grain route of the Central Plains army was cut off by the cavalry troops of the northern barbarians, and it was likely to face the tragedy of the annihilation of the entire army.

As far as the current unusually low level of metallurgy and other science and technology is concerned, the invention of the machine gun is obviously an impossible fantasy, and Li Zhongyi has never dreamed of this.

As for arquebuses or flintlock pistols, as long as he persistently spends money on experiments, Li Zhongyi has every reason to believe that in a few years or more than ten years, he will inevitably succeed in inventing it.

According to Li Zhongyi's conception, it must have crossed the arquebus and directly entered the era of flintlock pistols.

Once the flintlock pistol was able to equip a large number of troops, the time for the Han Dynasty to train a qualified warrior would only take half a year at most.

Correspondingly, for the various tribes on the steppe, it takes at least ten years to train a qualified cavalry warrior.

The population of the Central Plains Dynasty originally far exceeded that of the steppe nomads. In addition, the cost of training troops in the Central Plains Dynasty has been reduced by more than 20 times in the blink of an eye, how can the grassland barbarians still fight?

After the twenty artillery pieces broke through the city gate in a concentrated manner, Li Yongtang, the commander of the artillery army, touched his chin and sighed: "It's still a salvo with great power, and a few cannons will smash the city gate." Previously, one after another was fired, and the effect was obviously not good. ”

Wu Kang, the commander of the C Battalion of the artillery army, saw that the mood of his boss was good, so he leaned over and said with a smile on his face: "Envoy, the emperor once said that practice brings true knowledge. Now you've found the right way, and that's a great thing. ”

Li Yongtang glanced at Wu Kang, and counted him down angrily: "Wu Kang, you have also learned to pat on the back?" ”

Wu Dang is not only Li Yongtang's old subordinate, but also his confidant, naturally he will not be frightened away, he said with a smile: "Du Envoy, the power of the concentrated artillery salvo is amazingly great, I am afraid that the emperor and his old man have also seen it." ”

Li Yongtang was said to be in his mind, and he was secretly proud in his heart, but he didn't show it at all on the surface, and deliberately put on a straight face and scolded: "Why don't you hurry up and pack up the artillery team and prepare to enter the city?" ”

Unexpectedly, as soon as Li Yongtang's words fell, the herald galloped over, and the emperor summoned him!

Wu dared to turn his back and smile brightly, but he didn't dare to laugh out loud.

Li Yongtang glared at Wu Dang viciously, turned on his horse, followed behind the herald, and went to see Li Zhongyi together.

As soon as they met, without waiting for Li Yongtang to salute, Li Zhongyi said with a smile: "It's a good fight, it's very good, it's a salvo, and the power of the salvo is great." ”

The gift of the monarch and the minister cannot be abolished!

Li Yongtang didn't dare to be sloppy at all, his legs were together, he stood straight, beat his chest and saluted, and said loudly: "The artillery army is in command, and the minister Li Yongtang pays a visit to the emperor." "The military appearance is neat and meticulous.

Li Zhongyi was swept away, so he had to wave his hand and say, "That's it." You, you, let you make such a mistake, I actually forgot the words. ”

No one is perfect, there will be gains and losses!

Li Yongtang is a typical technical officer, who is down-to-earth and pragmatic, and is willing to use his brain to study artillery matters. It's just that the emotional intelligence of being an official is not so high.

If Liao Shanhe was present, he would definitely put aside the red tape for the time being, cooperate with the emperor's emotions first, and make the emperor happy.

Li Yongtang is not good at making fun of people, even though he has a thousand words, he can never say witticisms, and he rolls his eyes in a hurry.

Li Zhongyi knew Li Yongtang's personality very well, and when he saw that he was really uncomfortable, he couldn't help but smile and said with relief: "Look at you in a hurry, I'm just telling a joke, it's okay." ”

Li Yongtang breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't know how to pick up the emperor's next words, and he was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat again.

Li Zhongyi couldn't help but sigh secretly, a technical doer like Li Yongtang who is silent is actually very disadvantaged in the officialdom.

That is to say, Li Zhongyi has a good eye for talent, attaches great importance to Li Yongtang's professional and technical ability, and promotes him step by step to the high position of the commander of the artillery army.