An hour has passed.

The walls were filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood, several ladders broke and fell to the ground, and the battlements were knocked off a few and were in shambles.

But the bright red banner still fluttered high at the head of Hanlong City, and it made a mocking sound that pierced the sky at the enemies who had climbed up with a whining whimper.

There was a cheer from the top of the city, and a few heartless people grimaced at the unpleasant smell in the air. Zhao Jingfan remained calm in the short period of excitement, and ordered all companies to quickly count the number of people and ammunition. Just now, in order to boost morale, he held on for one day and could come to the reinforcements, but in fact, who knows when the reinforcements will come? Maybe it will come tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, maybe it won't come in five or six days. Alas!

Just thinking about it, Zhao Jingfan found that his hands were wet, and then, it suddenly rained heavily in the sky. Zhao Gongfan hurriedly hid in the Tibetan soldier cave, and his heart blossomed. When it rained, the rebels' bird guns and fire guns could not be released.

"God help me!"

It rained, and there was no way to directly bury the pot to cook, so Zhao Jingfan directly hit the white strip and asked the people in the city to prepare food for the army, and the white cooking smoke floated up, and the rebels outside the city were envious.

Zhao Gongfan tried his best to dispel public opinion, not allowing others to drink but only allowing the soldiers to drink, and made these people drunk with various complaints. In later generations, Sichuan, Guizhou and other places had double spearmen, Zhao Gongfan just replaced the cigarette gun with a wine glass, since these people chose to be loyal to the Ming Dynasty for the sake of wine, so what does it matter to give them drink?

After the rainy night passed, the sun rose from the eastern hill again, and when he saw the sun again, Zhao Jingfan felt his heart beat again--- the rebels' firearms below could soon be fired again.

The rebels under the city pushed out the four cannons, which were protected by thatched huts. Take a large piece of cloth to wipe the barrel of the gun, there are no towels in this era, and the water absorption ability of the cloth is much worse, so the gunners wipe it with extra effort, if the gunpowder is a little damp, it is extremely difficult to get the shell out, and it must be ensured that the gunpowder is not damp.

After watching those people busy in front of the shed, Lord Toast was a little impatient, but he didn't know what to do. Yesterday's combat effectiveness, the gunners of the four guns were all taken care of, and now they can only make up two and a half artillery crews, and even if others are allowed to take on less important positions, the accuracy of the artillery's rate of fire (which is not very important) will be greatly reduced. At this time, the gunner was even more precious than before.

"Alas, the officers and soldiers are the officers and soldiers, and when they fought, when did they see that they lacked gunners, and after only one day of fighting, there was a lot less gunpowder in the powder keg, and the guns were all blown up." Looking at the pile of grandfather-level firecrackers piled on the ground that exploded from the back, Lord Toast was irritable, for the officials and soldiers, these broken copper and iron can be used to make flintlock pistols, but where can they have craftsmen who can cast guns? One less bombardment, alas!

"Why is the lord upset?" An old boy with lost teeth and thin fingers leaned over and asked. Tong Sheng can hardly be regarded as a scholar in the Han land, after several wars, this old boy simply went up the mountain to be the master, and he can also fool these big bosses on weekdays, at least he has no foundation in his own territory, he can only rely on himself, and there is no problem in making a reliable document.

For this cultural person, Lord Tusi has always attached great importance to him, and he does not hide anything: "Isn't it just in front of you?" After another two or three days, there may be reinforcements coming again. ”

The old boy took a look at it, and a two-zhang long bamboo on the head of the city picked up a big banner: Ming Zhongxingzhou garrison Zhao.

"The officers and soldiers in the city are really ... Lord, a godsend! Lao Tongsheng suddenly thought of something.

"How?" Tusi looked like he was in a hurry to go to the doctor, and clung to this life-saving straw.

"Does the lord know about the imperial military attache system?"

"I don't know, how do you know this on weekdays?"

"The military attache of the Ming Dynasty is in practice, the general guards a town, the deputy general assists in guarding a place, and the general guards all the way, and the guerrilla is a mobile force in this land, and the garrison officers are guarding in various city fortresses......"

"What's the use of you talking about this?" Lord Toast was a little impatient and waved his hand. "Let's say something that can break the game and attack the city."

"You think, at this time, the first to rush over should be the guerrilla general's troops, and there are thousands of guerrillas in one guerrilla, even if they eat 30% of the empty quota. There are always seven or eight hundred people, and this time there is only one general team that rushed in, and it also played the banner of garrison, which shows that ZTE is extremely empty. It is better for us to leave half of our troops to surround it, and then rush through Tianma Pass with a large army. ”

"Tianma Pass?" Tusi Xin said that you are stupid to read, dozens of people can hold Tianma Pass, how can you fight it?

"Since we have artillery, we can drag it over and blow it up. The soldiers of the Zhongxing garrison are all here, how many people can there be in Tianma Pass? Can that person have a cannon? I walked there, but there was no artillery battery. The old boy changed his words, "As for the city wall in front of you, didn't you blow up the track with gunpowder, and then draw a gourd to blow up the city wall again!" ”

"What's more, the latest reinforcements have already come, and the next wave of reinforcements may be close to ten days, at least six or seven days to get here, but then they will have to be withdrawn." This boy has a little understanding of the old army, but he has no idea what the military system of the new army is, in fact, in a maximum of five days, the second reinforcement will cross the Tianma Pass.

"I heard you say that there is a golden house in the book, I didn't see the golden house, but it is quite good at fighting!" Lord Toast's eyes lit up, but they dimmed again, "But this bombing of the city wall, gunpowder is too much." ”

"Although it consumes a lot of gunpowder, it is better than putting lead into slow waste. As long as you can blow up a section of it, and then rush in and take the whole city, you may be able to seize gunpowder inside. The officers and soldiers in the city kept firing their guns, and there must have been a lot of gunpowder. ”

Thinking of the hundreds of flintlock pistols in the city, Tusi no longer felt that it was a trouble, but still regarded those guns as a bag. He laughed and called his nephew and asked him to take some of them to the Heavenly Horse Pass.

"If you take Zhongxing City, Pegasus will report it immediately, and you can take the goods in Zhongxing City at will."

Lord Toast has five sons, and suddenly giving his nephew something that looks so good, obviously this task is not easy, but how can there be anything that can be succeeded casually?

The nephew agreed to his uncle, "Uncle, it's okay for me to go, but I need some firearms for cover." ”

"Well said," Toast called to his young son, who was in charge of the musket team, "and pick out some good firearms for your eldest cousin, and take them with you." ”

Toast said a beautiful word, but his son understood it, and only gave sixty rusty-looking birds.

"Big cousin, are you okay?"

"That's enough." His eldest cousin was "informed", and knew that he could not ask for more of these scrap metal tatters, which his uncle regarded as treasures, and with a resentment of the excessive partiality of Lord Tusi, he left the city with his men and marched south.

On the wheelbarrow there is a fork needed to make the bird's gun, and the fork is wrapped in an oilcloth along with the bird's gun to prevent it from raining again at night. After a few steps, it was getting dark again.

(End of chapter)