Chapter 20 is cruel to the end

The first test shot was very successful, the second test shot was very bad, a stone weighing almost two hundred pounds was thrown into the air by the trebuchet, but it was not thrown far, almost straight into the sky, and after the rising force disappeared, the boulder began to fall, and smashed less than three feet away from the trebuchet with a bang, and suddenly fell into the ground more than half a foot.

Huo Quzhi swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "Can't you be accurate?" ”

Yun Lang shrugged his shoulders and said: "The rest depends on the person who controls the trebuchet to figure it out slowly, people and trebuchets cooperate with each other, and they can always find the best way to control the trebuchet, I have already made something, now it depends on whether you can sell it." ”

Huo Quzhi frowned and said, "I'll try a few more times, and when I can control the trebuchet stably, I'll go and tell General Su." ”

Many times, Yun Lang is only responsible for the beginning, and it is the job of the Han people to fill in the new things completely, and Yun Lang does not want to finish everything at once.

If the Han people only know and use those new things, eventually people will mythologize these new things, and if time goes a little further, the new things will die out naturally.

Trebuchets are weapons of war, which are specially designed to kill people, and Yun Lang prefers those delicious foods to trebuchets that can make a lot of money.

The tired armor soldier left the battlefield with heavy steps, came to Yun Lang's stall, dropped a dead man's arm with a blank face, and then grabbed two meat buns with his bloody hands and ate them as he walked.

The dead man's arm was naturally worthless, what was valuable was the broken arm armor on the arm, and the young men who rode the lieutenant skillfully removed the arm armor, and then threw the arm far away.

The trebuchet, though powerful, always had loopholes to follow, and he was a good officer, and when he saw that the attack on the ground was blocked, he immediately dug a tunnel behind the ruined forward position.

More than a dozen semi-open tunnels go hand in hand, extending to the walled city, and Lei is also very decent in dealing with the method of digging tunnels and attacking the city.

That is, in front of the military wall, a deep ditch was dug horizontally, so the soldiers of the two sides, under the walled city, naturally met, and the fight began.

In the narrow space, hundreds of mud-stained mud figures fought each other in knee-deep mud, and Yun Lang was very suspicious of how they could distinguish between friend and foe.

The fight was inextricable and cruel, but Yun Lang couldn't feel the slightest feeling of blood, because such a fight was carried out under the noses of countless people.

There were too many people watching the war and buying some food to eat at the stall of the cavalry captain.

It was lively like a temple fair in later generations.

After a gong sounded, the Hu cavalry, who was fighting, slowly withdrew from the battle group and retreated back to the pit under the dense rain of arrows.

The rain today is too great to continue fighting.

A stout horseman dragged a headless corpse to Yun Lang's stall, dropped the corpse, and then pointed to the oil cake.

A large stack of oil cakes was placed on the hand of the Hu Qi, and the mud on his hand did not affect his eating in the slightest.

The rain washed the muddy water off his body and cleaned the body as well.

A hideous human head hung on Hu Qi's waist, and the head should have belonged to the corpse on the ground.

According to the law of the Han Dynasty, beheading a soldier is considered a war merit, and killing a person such as a man and a servant cannot be counted as a military merit.

Every soldier's head on the battlefield is very valuable, as long as it is a soldier, no one wants to let it go.

Thinking back then, if Shang Ying's brother could get the head of a first-class armor soldier, his blind mother would not still be a slave, and under the strict Qin law, even if Shang Ying was a Shang monarch, he could not change the fate of his mother as a slave.

Han inherited the Qin system, military law is in the same line, no military merit is not allowed to be a marquis, Li Guang brave life, even if he killed himself on the battlefield, he also ended up with a Feng Tang Yi Lao, Li Guang is difficult to seal the regret.

The person who had just survived the battlefield had no concept of money, and the armor on the corpse was very complete and looked very new, however, that Hu Qi completely gave up the iron armor that could be sold for 50,000 yuan because of a few oil cakes.

The royal flag of the King of Chengyang was still fluttering on the military wall, but in an instant, the battlefield that was still boiling just now became extremely quiet.

The rain carried the loess into the ditch, soaking the blood inside into an earthy yellow.

Cao Xiang looked at the whitened corpse that was soaked by the rain, and began to gag again, but the two teenagers did not change their faces and peeled off the iron armor on the headless corpse.

Beneath the iron armor, there was only a thin linen coat, and the young man left the last fig leaf for the corpse.

However, this dignity did not last long, and a somewhat emaciated bearded man squatted in the pile of corpses and stripped the last piece of sackcloth from the corpse.

He was the last to withdraw from the battlefield, his long knives dragged behind him, his armor was drenched, and his messy beard was falling in strings, and when he passed by the camp of the Captain, he stared blankly at the mountains of food, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Yun Lang picked up a plate of steamed buns and handed it to him, took a bite of the steamed buns, and then spit out the steamed buns that he had just eaten in his mouth, returned the plate to Yun Lang and said, "Horse meat? ”

Yun Lang nodded and said, "You can't find any other meat here, so you might as well eat something else." ”

He suddenly squatted down and hugged his head and cried, and kept muttering a sentence in his mouth: "Do we have to die all of you to be satisfied?" ”

Yun Lang felt that the jurisdiction was actually very pitiful, and only the three of them were attacking the city in the past few days.

The Northern Battalion, the Xiliu Battalion, and some armor soldiers who couldn't figure out where they came from, including the cavalry captain, stood by and watched them fight coldly, watching them being killed by thunderous feather arrows, rolling wooden stones, crossbow arrows, and trebuchets.

Those people all seemed to be looking at Su Liang, and Su Liang sat under a thatched hut and went to the battlefield in person, never leaving from morning to night.

Yun Lang felt that he was not cheering for Hu Qi, but more like a supervising army, monitoring Hu Qi's three departments to go to the camp to die.

The sky was leaden gray, the people were stained with mud and blood and turned yellow-brown, the mountain bags on both sides were black, and the iron-colored pine forests on the distant mountains made people very lively.

It may be because of the damage caused by things, no matter what the environment, if there are a lot of dead people, the colorful colors will fade.

Others stood from a distance and watched, and only Hu Qi was killed, which was naturally very unfair to them.

However, in this place, no one discussed any fairness, and even the jurisdiction seemed to be very resigned, without complaining or resisting, just participating in the attack again and again, until he also joined the warband.

In Su Liang's eyes, regardless of what to do, the taming degree of the Hu people will never reach the standard in their hearts.

The gates of the camp, which had been closed for many days, finally opened, and out of it came many laborers dressed in sackcloth, who jumped into the trenches and began to collect the corpses inside.

When a man arrives on the battlefield, he is not noble, and both the armor and the spearmen are thrown into a wagon by the laborers and transported to a distant place for burial.

The sky was dark, but Yun Lang had a lot of food left, it was not that no one took the money to buy these foods, for some reason Yun Lang suddenly had no intention of making money, and told those soldiers that the food here needed to be exchanged for the capture of the battlefield, and the money was not collected.

"In such weather, knowing that it is impossible to achieve any results, the only reason to continue fighting is to continue to put pressure on Ray.

My uncle said that once the battle gets into such an entangled situation, there are only two options, one is to leave immediately, and the other is to keep the attack going and see who can hold out to the end.

Now it seems that General Su does not intend to give up, and is ready to use the three Hu cavalry to consume the materials and combat power of the thunder quilt, and once the time is right, he will press the whole army and strive to solve the battle at one time.

However, according to my uncle, in order for the generals to avoid such a consuming battle, the cavalry should gallop in the wilderness, and the armor should be killed on the plains, which is determined by the nature of their military class.

However, this kind of best state is generally difficult to encounter, whether it is offensive or defensive, they are trying their best to set up obstacles for the enemy, and will not fight in the most suitable terrain for the enemy's operation, and do not give convenience to the enemy, which is also a priority for the general before the battle. ”

Huo Quzhi untied the cloak that was wet by the rain, and carried an old man who was completely inconsistent with the lively temperament of the young man.

"Go back, I'm going to wait, there's still a lot of food here, and there should be someone coming to exchange it." Yun Lang urged Huo Qu to go back to them, there were no guards in the barracks, even if it was determined that no one on either side would fight their ideas, it would not work.

"You're not going to see what the servants do with the corpses, are you?"

Cao Xiang looked at Yun Lang suspiciously with a perverted look.

Yun Lang smiled: "If you want to be cruel, just be cruel to the end, after reading the entire war process, I will not hesitate in the future." (Please pay attention to the WeChat public account of 孑 and not 2, today there is a space dialogue between Yun Ye, the owner of Tang bricks, and Yun Zheng, the wisdom master of the Great Song Dynasty)