Chapter 61: The Absolute Sound (I)

Chen Youliang leaned on the battlements with one hand, his face darker than the clouds in the sky. A string of pink blood slowly trickled out of his palm, but he didn't feel the slightest pain.

The Xishui defense line was breached, and the Qishui Bridge changed hands closely, and it took less than half a month for the Tianwan Empire to be left with only a lonely city in Qizhou. No, if you count Chizhou and half of Anqing Road in the south of the Yangtze River, it should not be a dead country. But how can the prosperous Cheng dù over there be compared with Qizhou? Since Emperor Xu of the Tianwan Dynasty ascended the throne, he spent most of his annual finances and taxes, together with the confiscated income, on Qizhou. Make this city like a fairyland on earth. Losing Qizhou is equivalent to losing more than half of the Tianwan Empire's family foundation. Moreover, with the temperament of His Majesty the Emperor, after withdrawing to Chizhou, he had to do things in Qizhou again. At that time, it is not Ni Wenjun on the left who will be forced to rebel, and Peng Yingyu on the right may not be able to stand his arrogance and indulgence...

Therefore, in the eyes of Chen Youliang, the new general of Jinwu in the Tianwan Empire and the commander of the five cities of the Soldiers and Horses, holding Qizhou is the first key to protecting the Tianwan Empire. If Qizhou is gone, the Tianwan Empire will completely lose the need to save zài. For Anqing and the other southern Red Turban brothers in Chizhou, it is more comfortable to have Xu Shouhui, an upstart emperor, than to have such an emperor. At the very least, everyone doesn't have to spend the money that should have been used to build armaments to marry concubines for His Majesty the Emperor.

But then again, it is precisely because of Xu Shouhui's extravagance and waste that Qizhou City can hold on to today. As early as the second year of Tianwan, the city wall was re-laminated with cyan striped stones, and the cannonballs could only smash a small white crater. And with the sturdy enemy towers, arrow battlements, and all kinds of complete and complicated defense facilities, the 3,000 elites that Chen Youliang brought back from Chizhou were able to support the already weak-legged Imperial Forest Army, and struggled to withstand round after round of crazy attacks outside the city.

However, in this way, the casualty rate of both sides has increased exponentially. And all the old brothers who died in the Tianwan Empire, inside and outside the city... Ni Wenjun, who was anxious to show himself in front of the new master, moved all the elite troops under his command out, and did not hesitate to spend money. And in order to defend the capital of the Tianwan Empire, Chen Youliang himself also tried his best. However, it was the prime minister of Mengyuan Sichuan Province, Daya Badulu, and his officers and soldiers who had a good time watching the excitement on the hills outside the city these days. It was as if the broad young man of a large family was watching two wild dogs bite.

The purpose of the old thief of Daya Badulu is to completely drain the blood of the red scarf of the southern faction. In his eyes, in fact, whether it is Xu Shouhui in the city or Ni Wenjun outside the city, they all belong to the objects that need to be eliminated. There is not much difference between them at all.

However, knowing that the old thief was fighting the idea of driving the tiger and devouring the wolf, no one in the city and outside the city could stop. So far, there is no way out for both sides to retreat, or Ni Wenjun will kill Xu Shouhui and prove his loyalty to the Great Yuan Dynasty with the blood of his former robes. Either Xu Shouhui kills Ni Wenjun to prove that he, the Emperor of Heaven, still has the destiny of heaven, and the other party is rebellious. Inside and outside the city, no one has a third way to choose from...

Even if there is a third possibility, Aya Badulu will not allow it to be saved. What he needs is great military achievements and a land that will never rebel again, so that he can rise to the top. As for how many people will be left in this land after the war, it is not necessary to care. Anyway, in the eyes of him and most of the Mongolian nobles, the common people are just a number on the household registration paper. I can't cut it today, and it won't be long before it grows again. You don't see that when Prime Minister Boyan went south, he killed a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. In just 70 or 80 years, the cities and villages on both sides of the Yangtze River have become overcrowded again. If Mongolian lords want to find a large open and uninhabited place as a pasture, they have to toss it several times.

Therefore, today's blood has not flowed enough, the sun has not yet set, and the old thief of Badulu has plenty of time to force the red turban brothers inside and outside the city to shed again. Looking up at the clouds in the west, as well as the enemy troops who were placing artillery under the clouds, Chen Youliang gritted his teeth and deduced.

It was a six-pound cannon that the Tianwan Imperial Court bought from the Huai'an Army at a high price of 6,000 yuan each. The range is long, the power is great, and where the shells fall, there is no longer a living person standing up half a foot away. However, all these Zhenguo weapons were brought to Meng Yuan by Ni Wenjun, and now they have turned around and started to slaughter the former robes again.

The western sky slowly turned a dark red, and the sun that was obscured by the clouds burned a circle of bright gold edges. Wisps of sunlight peeked through the splices of clouds and sprinkled on the smoky hills around them, coating everything with a warm tassel.

The warm golden hills, together with several narrow streams not far from the city, form a quiet golden world. On the outer side of the world, there are several layers of lead-gray mist, wisps, wafting from the sky to the earth.

It was the smoke and dust that Ni Jiajun's array stepped on with his feet when it passed by. The cruel god loves to joke the most, and in the short time before the fierce battle is about to come, he will always deliberately create all kinds of beautiful scenes. And the human beings, who are rejected by him, become the destroyers of all good things step by step. Like locusts, they flowed through the brook in swarms and through the wilderness, and everywhere they passed, the color became dim, leaving only ugly and cold black and white.

'The greatest human being is cannibalism. And it's a lot of fun. In the next moment, Chen Youliang found that he had become an enlightened monk. Calm and wise.

He urgently needed this calm, otherwise, it would be difficult for him to guarantee that he would survive to the end of this round of battles, let alone guarantee that the lonely city behind him, as well as the nouveau riche in the palace deep in the lonely city, would continue to live safely. So even though he was tired of it, he had to take his palm back from the wall again, and hold aloft an orange-yellow banner, "Leave one soldier behind each battlement, and all the others go down to avoid the artillery." No one is allowed to come up without my orders..."

With that, he threw the Lingqi into the arms of the soldiers around him, and rushed into the enemy building in great strides.

"Boom ......", "Boom ......", "Boom ......", "Boom ......", a series of dull thunders sounded against the ground. Immediately after, there was a terrible roar in the sky, "sneering .....................", "sneering .....................", "sneering ..................". One after another, continuously...

It was a six-pound cannon projectile, and the sound of piercing the air was desperately cold. Then, the western wall of Qizhou City began to shake, and countless broken stone slags splashed with the explosion of cannonballs, smashing flesh and blood around the place where the cannonballs landed.

"Boom ......", "Boom ......", "Boom ......", and "Boom ......" The six-pound cannons placed on the faces of the enemy towers and horses on the left and right sides were quickly returned to color. Condescendingly, he fired projectiles into the artillery positions of the attacking side outside the city, smashing the positions into smoke.

The same specifications of artillery, the same specifications of projectiles, the same formula of gunpowder, and even the gunners on both sides are also trained by the same group of masters, and their skills are indistinguishable from each other. In the blink of an eye, inside and outside the city, it became a pot of porridge. The heavy cast-iron projectile dragged a terrible whistling sound, you came and went, taking away one fresh life after another, and blowing the originally peaceful and quiet world to pieces.

The horn of "Woo-woo-woo" rang stubbornly in the interval between the roar of the shells, dull and desolate. With the sound of the horn of the attack, the soldiers of the Ni family army began to speed up their pace. Guns are like forests, knives are like snow, and boots wrapped in buffalo skin are stepping on the ground, shaking the whole world in the gap between the helmets.

"Six thousand-strong troops, 20 city-digging vehicles, and more than 100 ladders..." The main direction of attack is still the horse face on the right side of the West Gate. And they brought with them a lot of guns, lots and lots of guns..."

"Six thousand-strong troops, twenty city-digging vehicles, more than a hundred ladders... I don't know how many big guns...", a centurion rushed into the depths of the enemy tower, and recounted his observations aloud to Chen Youliang. "The main direction of attack is near the horse face on the right side of the west gate. There is no hostile situation in other directions for the time being..."

"Splash Zhang, in two minutes, you will go to the wall with our firearms..."Chen Youliang glanced out very calmly, and then ordered decisively.

"Yes..."Zhang Bi, the commander of the thousand, nicknamed "Splash Zhang", stood up first and rushed out of the enemy tower with a "golden bell" the size of a pig's head.

Influenced by Huaiyang, now Chizhou red scarves and Qizhou red scarves have also become popular to keep time by minutes. The "Golden Bell" produced in Yangzhou is regarded as a treasure by every senior general. Compared with hourglasses, water clocks, and watches, this item not only has high precision and accurate timing, but also is much more convenient to carry. Before the battle, align with the "golden bell" in the hands of the coach once, and then as long as the clockwork is fully twisted, the two sides can achieve coordination within a whole day.

"Wu Hong, let the four-catty cannon be loaded with poison shells, create smoke, and disturb the sight of the enemy gunners..."

"Yes..."Commander Wu Hong got up to take the order, and walked out without hesitation.

With the familiarity of the parties involved in the war with firearms and the emergence of six-pound guns, the four-pound guns purchased from the Huai'an Army in the early days have become more and more effective. But the wisdom of the craftsmen is infinite, at least under the command of Chen Youliang, the craftsmen have given full play to their potential, so that the four-pound cannon that is on the verge of elimination has been rejuvenated.

As the figure of the commander Wu Hong appeared on the head of the city, soon, the four-pound cannon placed behind the battlements launched a roar one after another. "Boom boom...", "Boom boom...", "Boom boom...", dozens of scarlet fireballs dragged a long arc, and smashed into the team that was slowly advancing outside the city. Immediately after, clouds of dark yellow smoke rose from the ground and jumped high into the air.

"Boom ........." six neat phalanxes were instantly torn apart. At the beginning of the thick smoke, every soldier of the Ni family army who was affected covered their mouths and noses with their hands, bent their waists, and coughed desperately. Tears and snot rolled down his smoky face.

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