When they were about to approach the official camp, the sneak attackers immediately took out the fire fold from their bosoms and lit the torches in their hands.

The main means of stealing the camp in the middle of the night this time was a fire attack.

One by one, the torches were quickly lit and burned, and before they could be thrown, a gunshot suddenly rang out from some corner.

In the next second, a dense burst of gunfire rang out from behind the sneak attackers, and countless bullets rushed from behind them.

The torches that had just been lit became the most conspicuous targets, and there was no need to aim at them at all.

The attackers were in chaos, and many of them fell to the ground after being shot, screaming in pain. Some panicked and slammed around, while others lay on the ground, trying to dodge bullets.

But bullets from behind them came from all directions, concentrating the attacker's body with precision, causing them to fall one by one.

Finally, someone realized that the torch in his hand was the culprit who attracted the bullet, and hurriedly shouted to throw the torch away.

The remnants of the attackers hurriedly threw away the torches in their hands. It's a pity that the torch is still burning after being thrown away, and it continues to illuminate the target for the enemy.

The attackers fell in piles, and everyone knew they were in ambush. Someone screamed and ran back, but the chaos was to no avail, and there was still a steady stream of people getting shot and falling.

In addition to the bullets that kept flying from all directions, there were many black things falling into the crowd from the darkness, and the huge explosion set off a bloody rain, and the battered bodies of the attackers flew in all directions, and the hot blood was sprinkled on the heads and faces of the survivors along with the broken limbs and organs, making their screams even more sharp.

Torches were burning, blood was flowing, severed arms and stumps were flying, and at this moment, this place became an incomparably bloody and terrifying Shura field.

Someone finally came to his senses and threw the torch into the distance with all his might, revealing indifferent and cold faces in the faint light of the fire, as well as the dark muzzles of the guns that sprayed flames.

An attack that was assured of victory was a complete fiasco, and the attackers were reduced to the merciless slaughter of pigs in a jet of steel and metal, the blood of which was so cheap that lives were harvested in large quantities in the moment.

The massacre outside the city made the people watching the battle at the head of the city tremble, and Sun Kewang pressed the hilt of the knife on his waist with one hand, his face was pale, and he didn't say a word.

The complete failure of the foolproof night raid will not only further demoralize the already somewhat frightened morale, but also completely frustrate his plans to seek bargaining chips.

He didn't know how the officers and soldiers had set a trap under their noses, but the following massacre made him understand a truth.

It is not only the fierce cannons that are feared by the officers and soldiers, but also the muskets in their hands and the iron bumps that can explode are also sharp weapons on the battlefield, and they are ghosts that harvest life.

The people around Sun Kewang were all his henchmen, and they all planned to come to see the tragic situation of the official army being stolen from the camp, but in the end they became witnesses of his own people going to hell.

These people's faces twitched, and some people trembled and trembled, and their lips tightened so that they did not dare to make a sound.

Half an hour later, the screams, explosions, and shooting sounds of the city gradually weakened, slowly deposited, and finally disappeared.

The light of the torches gradually extinguished, and darkness reigned over everything.

If it weren't for the night breeze that carried the smoke and smell of blood, it would be as if nothing had happened.

From beginning to end, not a single reinforcement was sent in Mianyang City, and no one even dared to shout.

They would rather completely bury 2,000 elites than risk the city gate being breached by the official army.

When the sun gradually rose and the light sprinkled the earth again, the defenders of Mianyang City were shocked and frightened to find that a tower had been piled up under the city.

A tower stacked on top of each other with the corpses of last night's attackers, a tower of two thousand corpses, the spire of which had exceeded the height of the city walls.

On the highest spire was a hideous human head, covered in blood, with a hideous face twisted, eyes fixed on the city.

Next to the human head was a long knife, the blade of which had solidified and turned black with blood, and the blade was facing the direction of the city.

Sun Kewang didn't sleep all night, he hurried when he heard the news, and after looking at it for a while, his body suddenly stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

The head of the tower of the corpse was the commander of the attack on the thief camp last night, and his confidant general.

And under this corpse tower, there is a line of words made of severed arms and stumps: "Zhang Xianzhong will die, and the rogue will die!" ”

In the distance, the official and military camp was still calm as usual, and the smoke rose from the camp and the whistle sounded, which was the sound of the meal.

For the officers and soldiers, it was as if last night's incident was not worth mentioning at all.

The big gifts sent by the officers and soldiers in the morning made the morale of the defenders in Mianyang City even lower, as if a rainy day was suddenly mixed with hail the size of an egg.

Everyone in the city felt like a heavy piece of iron was pressed against their hearts, and they couldn't breathe.

In the next three days, no one from the Great Western Army left the city, and the officers and troops outside the city were still quiet, and the two sides formed a tacit understanding invisibly.

This tacit agreement was finally broken three days later.

The defenders of the city saw a large number of men and horses coming from the official road in the distance, and countless mules pulled carts full of supplies.

What made them even more frightened was the hundreds of cannons in the middle of the line, which were covered by cannon jackets, but could still see the huge and mighty silhouette below.

Looking at those behemoths made of steel, and then looking at the swords, guns, bows and crossbows in their hands, everyone had a feeling of despair in their hearts.

Using knives, guns, bows, and crossbows against steel jets is like using human power to deal with divine power, except for despair or despair.

However, while despairing, there are many people who don't know why they feel a sense of lightness in their hearts.

Death is not terrible, the process of waiting for death is the most tormenting. When death stands in front of them, people become calm.

The neat gray uniforms of the soldiers were covered with salt stains formed by sweat and sun-dried, and the faces of the soldiers were covered with dust, but there was a fire burning in their eyes.

Ever since artillery showed its devastating ferocity, His Royal Highness the Regent's remark: "Artillery is the god of war" has spread throughout the army, and everyone regards artillery as the only artifact for conquering cities.

The artillery unit has become the most respected and enviable branch of the army in the army, and they themselves are proud of it.

The artillery unit led by Di Qing this time had the establishment of a division, and it was composed of one-half of the artillery in the southwest theater together.

The major general and division commander of the artillery division had just set up camp, and he didn't have time to drink saliva and wipe his sweat, so he immediately found the commander Di Qing to ask for battle:

"Marshal, we are ready to begin the siege at any time."