(Thanks to Dameng, Chubby, Hammer S)

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In the early hours of the morning, the sky was still dark, and a glimmer of light appeared at the junction of the eastern heaven and earth, while the mountains in the distance were still gray and unreal.

Under the sky, there stands a dilapidated beacon, like the remains of an abandoned ancient castle, revealing a desolate desolation of the world's independence. And the two night watchmen holding spears and curling up under the battlements are like the guards of the castle in the ancient wall.

With a slight sound of footsteps in his ears, a night watchman who seemed to be napping was startled, and his curved index finger was stuffed into his mouth, and just as he wanted to whistle the police, a voice came in time: "The sixth day of the first month, it's me." ”

The sixth year of the vigil hurriedly took out his finger, sighed, and bowed his head: "It's Zhang Gongzi, ...... so early"

"After a night of vigil, it's hard work, let's have some mutton." Zhang Fang handed over a large piece of meat, which was lamb ribs.

The sixth year of junior high school was indeed hungry, and after thanking him, he honestly and unceremoniously took the big munch.

Zhang Fang was dressed in a short fight, wearing a long sword at his waist, pacing on the enemy platform, patting the battlement, looking at the Hun camp from afar, and took a long breath: "I can't sleep!" I think you're the same, right? ”

"I'm fine, I'm used to it, when I used to hunt, I didn't close my eyes for two days and two nights, and when I was sleepy, I would eat my grandfather's popping chestnuts." Chu Liu chewed the meat in his mouth, replied vaguely, suddenly changed color, and beckoned to Zhang Fang urgently, "Don't stand, son, hide under the battlement wall, beware of the cold arrows of the Huns......"

Zhang Fang also realized that he was negligent, and hurriedly lowered his body, sat next to Chu Liu, bent his legs, hugged his knees and smiled: "Grandfather is very strict." The so-called 'deep love, responsibility', must still hurt you very much on weekdays. This time it was a long time to go out, and the old man must be very worried, right? ”

The sixth day of junior high stopped chewing, and his expression darkened: "Grandfather...... Two years ago it passed. ”

Zhang Fang hurriedly apologized, how dare he accept the gift on the sixth day of the first month, and he was afraid to return the gift, only to feel that this Zhang Gongzi deserved to be a noble family, so modest and polite. But I don't know that there may be no shortage of humble and courteous people who are really noble, but they pay more attention to the dignity and humility of the upper and lower levels, and will never let go of their noble figure for a little person like him.

Zhang Fang still brought the topic back to the current situation: "You have experience in fighting with the Huns, according to what you see, will the Huns attack today?" ”

Chu Liu thought about it, casually threw the clean lamb ribs to the bonfire in the beacon, and said while testing the greasy leather jacket with both hands: "The thunder fire weapon brought by the son is really amazing, if it is an ordinary situation, it can also scare them." It's just that the Huns put up this big battle, and I'm afraid that they won't hastily withdraw their troops. ”

As soon as the words ended, the trumpet sounded.

The two looked at each other when they heard the sound, jumped up, and saw from a distance that the Hun camp had begun to commotion, with people roaring and gathering in all directions.

Zhang Fang's face sank, and the unintentional words of the sixth junior high pointed out the weakness of the thunder cannon - in the final analysis, this is just an artillery battle, at most a more powerful artillery battle. Its effect is just "scary".

This thing is like a war drum: one drum, then it fails, and then it is exhausted. The first time you use it, anyone will not be aware of it, especially for the Hu people who believe in gods and worship witches, the psychological lethality is not ordinary. The canyon counterattack and the night break Mo Xi is the best proof. However, once the Hu people got used to it and understood that the thunder and fireworks had nothing to do with the gods, it was difficult to say how much of a role the thunder cannon could play.

After a night's rest, the Huns launched another offensive, does this mean that the enemy has discovered this weakness? If this only weapon loses its deterrent effect, how will it be defended for the next four days?

The trumpets sounded suddenly, and the noise in the beacon suddenly began, and everyone rushed out, armed with weapons, with unkempt hair and red eyes, but neatly dressed. It's not that everyone dresses quickly, but no one dares to take off their clothes at all, they all sleep with their clothes, and it seems that few people can really fall asleep.

Lin Tianci quickly climbed the stairs, pressed the knife with both hands, stood side by side with Zhang Fang, and glanced sideways: "Zhang Gongzi slept well." ”

Under the reflection of the torches at the battlement, Zhang Fang was full of energy, his eyes were shining, as if he had slept for seven or eight hours. Lin Tianci was speechless, and he didn't know whether to say that this noble son was fearless, or had no heart or lungs.

Zhang Fang was also speechless, he couldn't say that he hadn't slept at all! There are hundreds of Huns who are comparable to jackals around, who dares to close their eyes if they are destined to sleep or wake up at any time? His nerves are not that big, but his "spirit" is indeed strong enough. It is estimated that if necessary, it can be held up for a few days and nights. The more times of crisis, the more valuable this ability becomes.

At this time, Zongba's excited voice came from behind him: "Zhang Gongzi, is it time to launch a thunderbolt?" ”

Zongba was very ashamed of his unbearable behavior yesterday, and held back his strength to perform well, but it was a pity......

Zhang Fang didn't speak, his eyes fixed on the Hun camp, he stared at it for a while, and shook his head with a wry smile: "It's useless......"

At this time, the sky has been covered with fish belly white, the morning light shines through the stratus clouds, and a team of Huns can be faintly seen coming out. The Hun stormtroopers at the forefront were different from the Huns who rode their horses and whipped their horses as soon as they rushed out of the camp, and they were as fast as the wind, they did not ride horses, but each of them had an extra shield in their hands.

The shield was not a regular equipment for the Huns, at least not against the Huns of the Khan tribe. Most of these shields are log shields, many of which are not even trimmed at the edges, and their appearance is crude, which is obvious to be in a hurry. The hand of the Huns, undoubtedly, pinched the soft underbelly of the thunder artillery.

Seeing this scene, Lin Tianci also seemed to think of something, and his mouth was bitter: "Zhang Gongzi, this thunder cannon can't be broken...... Wooden shield? ”

Zhang Fang sighed slightly: "I can't even break the leather jacket, let alone the wooden shield." ”

Hearing this, everyone on the beacon changed their faces. Their biggest reliance is the thunder cannon, if they can't even use this strange soldier, then do they still need to fight? People can squeeze you flat just by squeezing you.

Chu Liu, who has the best eyesight, put his hand on his eyebrows and looked around for a while, and reported the number: "Sixty-five...... No, sixty-seven people. ”

Everyone took a breath of cold air, the enemy was four times as large as their own, although not as many as yesterday, but the ease of yesterday was probably gone forever.

Zhang Anxin's head was heavy, but also a little strange. Morton seems to be a person who is used to fighting, why is he so mushroom in battle? If it was replaced by himself, he would smash all the troops in his hand at once, and hundreds of people would rush up, even if he replaced all the thunder cannons with grenades!

In fact, Zhang Fang is really not mistaken, Morton actually played this idea. It's just that yesterday's string of thunder cannons was not thrown in vain, which not only defeated the attacking Huns, but also imprinted a sequelae in the hearts of all the Huns that was difficult to eliminate for a while.

Ren is Morton issued a heavy reward, and not many people dared to attack Fengsui. And the wizard is rarely silent, neither for nor against. Without the sorcerer's blood, no matter how much reward is not good, the result can only be to drive out some slaves, plus the Mo Xi people and the people of Donghe, who were blown up by the thunder cannon, reluctantly put together a team of men and horses, and handed them over to Bu Guxu to command.

Well, it's time for this guy to make a move.

Although it was a patchwork attack team, driven by the horn full of killing intentions, the Huns let out one after another shouting and screaming, like wolves and tigers, and pounced fiercely.