Chapter Thirty-Eight

A powder jar flew out of the sky with a lit line of fire.

Without Zhang Xuan's command, they can only use the experience of visual inspection to cast, where is the accuracy. It's just a sound anyway.

"Smack." With a bang, the long arm that was about to be thrown suddenly broke in the middle, and the jar of gunpowder fell from above, falling heavily to the ground. With a "boom", the explosion exploded, and several craftsmen around were engulfed by the explosion in an instant.

Zhang Xuan stood up abruptly, looked at it from a distance, and his back was slowly soaked. He remembered what the old craftsman had said yesterday that there was no good wood in the camp. These wooden cannons can't last long, Zhang Xuan didn't care, at this moment he thought about it, if something like this happened when he was next to the trebuchet, he would have his life.

For a while, cold sweat soaked through the underwear.

It seems that the luck of the trebuchet has run out, and the misfortune is not a single line, after a trebuchet has a problem, the artillery on the wall of the wall has also become accurate in an instant. "Bump." A cannonball smashed on the support, and the entire trebuchet crashed to the ground, like a giant having tripped over it.

"Withdraw. Let them withdraw quickly. Zhang Xuan immediately ordered, and at this time he didn't care about Liu Zongmin. Anyway, his relationship with Liu Zongmin has never been good, and even the generals of Liu Zongmin's family have never had a few good words when they meet. I don't know why, Liu Zongmin clearly has nothing to do with Luo Yujiao, but it is rumored in the camp that it has become a hatred for taking his wife.

Liu Zongmin also seemed to recognize this relationship, and spoke coldly to Zhang Xuan, never having a good face.

And these people who can operate trebuchets are all technical talents in Zhang Xuan's eyes, which is much more important than maintaining a relationship with Liu Zongmin.

At this time, Liu Zongmin didn't have time to care about Zhang Xuan's affairs, he was already in a bitter battle.

Even though Liu Zongmin had been prepared, he covered the trench with a long wooden plank. However, it still faced fire from three sides.

Faced with this situation, Liu Zongmin shouted shirtless: "Brothers, kill me." ”

Although firearms were used extensively, the firepower density of this era was enough to cover all the people who charged, and many people were beaten back because of their morale, not because they really couldn't rush, even during the Russo-Japanese War, the crowd tactics were still a little useful. Not to mention the density of firepower in this era, not to mention that there are not many firearms in Fu Zonglong's army.

Liu Zongmin's sharp arrows whistled past his ears, the artillery hit, and a large number of soldiers were killed in battle, but he didn't move, and he didn't even blink his eyes. Just the shield in his hand moved slightly, and he blocked a few sharp arrows.

The distance of dozens of meters flashed in front of Liu Zongmin's eyes, and a low wall crashed into Liu Zongmin's line of sight.

"Ahh Liu Zongmin shouted violently, threw it in his hand, and the iron-clad shield weighing several pounds, as if it was a frisbee, was smashed out, and suddenly smashed over a tiger squat cannon, he jumped up, and the perennial iron hand, dancing the knife, was simply empty, with the whirring wind, which made people unreal, and killed several people in an instant. A gap was made in the formation of the officers and soldiers.

"Kill." Liu Zongmin's bravery inspired the soldiers behind him, followed Liu Zongmin, and rushed into the official army.

Liu Zongmin's eyes narrowed, and he saw that dozens of meters away, an old man wearing a red official robe and an official hat on his head, sitting on an official hat chair, sitting precariously. immediately knew that it was Fu Zonglong, because among the officers and soldiers, he was the only one who could wear a red official robe.

Liu Zongmin immediately killed Fu Zonglong.

Between Liu Zongmin and Fu Zonglong, there are only a few dozen steps, but within a few dozen steps, there are dense human heads, people are crowded one by one, knives are in rows, and guns are in rows. Liu Zongmin only felt that the mountains and seas of knives and guns were pressed down in all directions, and there was not even room for him to breathe.

Fu Zonglong was still silent, and he didn't seem to feel at all at the sound of the fight that was getting closer and closer to him, and he didn't even look at Liu Zongmin. Fu Zonglong is like an old man basking in the sun. It's just that the soldiers around him are desperately stepping forward. For a while, Liu Zongmin, the sharpest arrow in the camp, had the feeling that he couldn't go down.

The soldiers beside Fu Zonglong were short in stature, and they either used long spears or short blades. There are also some dark-skinned soldiers who are Sichuan Tusi soldiers, Fu Zonglong pacified the An's rebellion at the beginning, and has friendships with Tusi all over Sichuan. Many of the elders of these soldiers had fought under Fu Zonglong, and they had received Fu Zonglong's favor, and they did not hesitate to exchange their lives for their lives, but also to stop Liu Zongmin.

"No, we can't go any further." Liu Zongmin gasped. Secretly said in my heart. Even in the midst of the fight, Liu Zongmin also sees and listens to all directions, and always grasps the battle situation, if this is not the case, just relying on the ability to rush into battle, Liu Zongmin is just a brave general, and he will not be able to become Li Zicheng's right-hand man anyway.

Since there was no hope of victory, Liu Zongmin was also very decisive and immediately ordered a retreat. It's just that it's easy to get in, but it's hard to get out.

When Liu Zongmin came out of a hundred battles, he was extremely embarrassed.

More than half of the armor soldiers around him have been lost, and these are all soldiers who have broken into the camp and fought a hundred battles, not only can fight, but also are loyal, and they are old foundations. Li Zicheng was furious. However, after asking Liu Zongmin in detail, he didn't dare to take a peek at Fu Zonglong. Unwilling to throw elite apprentices into the process. Urge the Qin army to attack it day and night.

However, in this way, the intensity of the attack has decreased a lot.

After all, before, the offense had a must-go trend, but now the offense naturally doesn't have so many expectations. It's just unwilling.

Qin Jun is the most sensitive to this emotional feeling of breaking into the camp, without him, this is related to their lives, since no one forced them, they naturally want to be lazy.

For a while, it turned out to be a protracted trend.

Zhang Xuan's department was also sent to the battlefield again, Zhang Xuan overhauled all the trebuchets and found that there were big and small problems, all of which were wood problems. Being able to afford to beat dozens of pounds of mud bombs to hundreds of meters away is definitely not something he can do in a hurry. Zhang Xuan didn't know what kind of wood was used for the Huihui cannon that the Mongols made in Xiangyang City, but he knew that it was definitely not a tree that he cut down casually.

However, the order to siege the city was there, and Zhang Xuan had to repair it before the battle, and temporarily replaced it with a piece of wood, but it didn't last long. The structural strength of these woods is simply not good.

This makes trebuchets less frequent.

At this moment, Zhang Xuan deeply missed the artillery. It is deeply aware that there is an inevitable trend for artillery to replace trebuchets. "I'm going to have to forge the cannon." Zhang Xuan secretly made up his mind to put the casting cannon in the first sequence.

In the midst of the siege of the army, Fu Zonglong's face was still as calm as an abyss, and various adjustments came out of the flowing water. Fu Zonglong clearly felt that the offensive outside the city had weakened.

"The first wave of attacks can be regarded as withstanding, and these days are considered safe, but He Renlong, Li Guoqi. Do they come back to help? Fu Zonglong calmed down slightly, this question was like a mad dog biting Fu Zonglong's heart, he already had a guess in his heart, but he still didn't want to believe it.

Because this answer is related to the life and death of more than 10,000 soldiers around him.

And what are He Renlong and the others doing at this moment?

Xiangcheng.

"Open the gates, quick, open the gates. I am He Renlong, the chief military officer of Shaanxi, and I will open the city gate quickly. He Renlong gritted his teeth a little and said to the upper floor of Xiangcheng City.

Suddenly, a person poked his head out of the city and said, "Why don't you save the overseer?" ”

"It's a military business." He Renlong's face was not good-looking, and he said: "You are just a county magistrate, what is there to ask?" He Renlong's eyesight is very good, and he can see that the people at the head of the city are wearing green-robed official uniforms, which is the color of the magistrate's uniform.

"Not bad." Xiangcheng County Commander said sharply: "I can't manage military affairs, but I am Xiangcheng's parent official, and I will never let a lawless army like you enter the city." Before his words fell, Xiang Chengzhi County had already gone back, and there were many more township soldiers in the city, even though their faces were trembling, they still gritted their teeth and stood at the head of the city.

"You ---," He Renlong said angrily and raised his horsewhip. It's been a long time since anyone dared to talk to him like this, and for a while, an impulse arose in his heart. I want to order this small county to be captured.