......After Li Yongtang commanded his artillery to hit a shot, he was already ready to take it to heart, and simply calibrated the elevation angle of each launch unhurriedly.

At first, it took a long time for Li Yongtang to recalibrate the reset artillery. After all, every time the smoothbore cannon is fired, it will move more than a foot backwards, and even if there are thick ropes and iron rails pulling, it can't stand the strength of the recoil.

Later, after Li Yongtang commanded the firing of ten shots, he suddenly realized that if he continued like this, he could certainly achieve three shots out of ten, but the speed of firing was surprisingly slow.

After repeated firing, Li Yongtang has verified that the elevation angle and azimuth of the city wall are accurately hit, and the fly in the ointment is that every time the artillery is pushed to the firing position, there will be seemingly inconspicuous deviations.

It was this inconspicuous deviation that led to the extremely low hit rate of the bronze artillery, either shooting high and smashing into the city, or shooting low and rolling into the moat.

"Come on, get a few bamboo poles." Li Yongtang inadvertently caught a glimpse of the bamboo pole of the improvised trebuchet, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

If the elevation angle of the gun and the position of the four corners of the gun body are fixed with a bamboo pole, then the hit rate of the gun fired is likely to be greatly improved.

"Grandma's, if this bird cannon didn't need to slip back, the walls of the Daimyo's Mansion would have been broken by Lao Tzu a long time ago." In the process of waiting for the bamboo pole to be fetched, Li Yongtang stared at the unusually thick city wall of the Daimyo's Mansion, and scolded his mother in a dry mouth.

Fu Yanqing, who was on the tower of the city gate, would experience a shock that shook left and right every once in a while, and he couldn't help but close his eyes in pain, and his brain was buzzing.

Although the hit rate of Li Jiajun's artillery was not high, as long as the city wall was continuously bombarded, the fall of the Daimyo's Mansion would be a matter of time sooner or later.

Fu Yanqing held the arrow stack with a face like ashes, and subconsciously asked the relatives beside him: "Where is the sixth lady?" ”

No one answered immediately, and Fu Yanqing immediately realized that he was in too much of a hurry and was quite out of shape.

Fighting in battle is the responsibility of the men, and Fu Yinyin is just a weak woman.

In this autumn of life and death, Fu Yanqing's first thought was not where the possible reinforcements were, but his first reaction was where his seventh daughter, Fu Yinyin, was.

None of the relatives around Fu Yanqing were stupid, and everyone had already realized that under the bombardment of the thief army's artillery, the Daimyo's Mansion actually couldn't last a few days.

"Father, I can't fight anymore." At this time, Fu Zhaoxin, who had been unconscious and had been left in the palace, suddenly ran to the city gate tower and eagerly proposed a truce to Fu Yanqing.

"Son, Er'an dares to disturb the hearts of my army? Come on, drag it down...... "Fu Yanqing is angry and afraid, this Li Zhongyi hasn't really broken the city yet, the Fu family first made a nest fight, what does it look like?" What kind of system?

"Father, you really can't continue to fight." Fu Zhao's confidence was in a hurry, so he simply lined up everyone, came to Fu Yanqing's side, and shouted, "The city is not broken, there is still room for bargaining, please think twice, father!" ”

Fu Yanqing didn't know that if he continued to fight, the walls of the Daimyo's Mansion would be destroyed sooner or later. However, he is really unwilling!

The Fu family has been entrenched in the Daimyo's Mansion for three generations, as long as 70 or 80 years. If the foundation of the Fu family's painstaking management fell into the hands of Fu Yanqing, how will he enter the ancestral shrine in the future and pay homage to the ancestors of the Fu family?

"Someone, why don't you hurry up and drag this son back to me and take him into custody?" Fu Yanqing and the Khitan people had a private agreement, if the Daimyo's Mansion was in trouble, Brother Hugh would definitely send reinforcements to rescue, which was also the last straw he could hold on to so far.

"Childe, don't be embarrassed for the little ones, let's go home and rest for a while!"

"Childe, the prince is really angry, the so-called small cane suffers, and the big cane goes, do you really bear the notoriety of letting the prince bear the notoriety of killing his son?"

Seeing that Fu Yanqing was really on fire, the relatives didn't dare to have any scruples, so everyone rushed up and dragged Fu Zhaoxin off the city wall.

"Father......" Fu Zhaoxin was so anxious that he was sweating, but when he entered the city, he had just vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, and his blood and physical strength were severely lost, and he was unable to resist the pull of his relatives.

Fu Yanqing knew that it would be a matter of time before the city was broken, however, as long as there was still a glimmer of hope, he would never choose to take the initiative to surrender the city and surrender to Li Zhongyi.

Fu Zhaoxin was dragged down, and before Fu Yanqing could turn around, the "......boom" was accompanied by a loud noise, and he felt that the mountains were shaking for a while, and he involuntarily planted to the ground.

A henchman had no time to reach out to pull it, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he threw himself on the ground desperately, and happened to make a meat pad for Fu Yanqing.

"Fu Seventeen, good boy, good job!" After Fu Yanqing was pulled up by everyone, before he could stand firmly, he raised his thumb and praised the pro-tooth generals who were loyal to the lord.

Fu Qiqi showed a sincere smile, rubbed his hands and said, "The villain's life is all rewarded by you, so what's the matter if you just cushion it?" ”

"You are ten thousand times better than that son of a scumbag." As long as Fu Yanqing remembered Fu Zhaoxin's words and deeds that disturbed the morale of the army, he would not be angry.

Fu Seventeen shrunk his neck, as the saying goes, you can't kiss each other, how dare he talk too much?

"Report to the prince, the artillery of the thief army hit the same position again, and the rammed earth collapsed a large area......" Just when Fu Yanqing was angry, the relatives who had been monitoring Li Jiajun came to report the extremely bad news.

Fu Yanqing's face turned green, as we all know, no matter how powerful an archer is, unless he is lucky, it is extremely difficult to shoot at the same position on the arrow target.

Surrounded by everyone, Fu Yanqing rushed to the collapsed position with a roar, leaned over and went out from the arrow stack, and looked at it attentively, good guy, the city wall that was originally five zhang thick actually broke a big gap about two zhang wide and about one zhang deep.

"Boom ......" was cold, and a large piece of bricks fell near the gap, and a frightening noise was heard.

"Oh my God......"

"Could it be an artifact from God?"

"Oh my God......"

Maybe it was a coincidence, maybe it was luck, the cannonballs fired by Li Yongtang either missed or smashed into the city wall.

Except for a large hole in the city wall, the battle had been going on for more than an hour, and the defenders of the city had not suffered any casualties.

However, although there were no casualties, it was easier to fall into the morale of the Fu generals than the tearing of real knives and guns.

What could be more frustrating than being able to stand up and be beaten, but unable to give the enemy an effective counterattack?

This is like the US military and NATO during the Gulf War, which could bomb the Iraqi army with impunity, but did not need to worry about warships at sea being attacked by the Iraqi army.

There are 12-pounder guns but they don't use them, and they still rely on human lives to pile up the city walls, this is definitely not Li Zhongyi's command style!