(Thanks to Dameng, Chubby, Love and Mourning 520)

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The horn was low, the smoke and dust were agitated, and two Huns rode lightly, from the east and west, like two arrows, shooting fiercely.

On the beacon enemy platform, Zhang Fang's palm holding the hilt of the sword was full of sweat, and in the face of the menacing and several times larger than their own, they had no more than two endings: one was that the Huns rushed to the beacon, and they were either killed or captured; The second is to repel the attack of the Huns, who paid a heavy price.

Either way, it's an unbearable burden.

So, is there a third ending?

"Han Jun, Han Chong, bring up the black box."

With Zhang Fang's order, the Han brothers rushed downstairs, untied the black box from the back of the pack horse, carried it up to the enemy platform together, and carefully placed it on the ground.

"Open!"

Bang, the lid flipped, revealing a neatly stacked gray-white tubular object.

"This is the Thunder Cannon." Zhang Fang said to Lin Tianci, Li Ren, Chu Liu, Zongba, Alimu and others, "I will teach you how to use it." My request is to prepare two or three pieces in each person's hand, and when the Huns rush up, listen to my orders and throw them together. ”

Li Ren breathed a sigh of relief, Chu Liu's eyes widened with curiosity, Alimu's eyes lit up, and only Zongba looked confused.

Lin Tianci smiled: "I thought that Gongzi was going to press the bottom of the box." ”

After giving all the inventory to Tao Sheng, Zhang Fang and Qingyan rushed to make another batch, about half a box, and there were more than ten people present, basically two to three pieces per person.

Most of the guards have experience in throwing live ammunition. Lin Tianci, Li Ren, Chu Liu and others have also seen the power of this sharp weapon, and after a little explanation, they quickly understood. Only Zongba, who took this strange thing upside down and looked at it for a long time, almost wanted to bite it with his teeth, and even reached out to pinch the rope......

After listening to his brother's words, Han Chong, who had been paying attention to Hu Ren, was quick to move, grabbed Zongba's wrist, and glared angrily: "Didn't you hear the explanation clearly?" Don't move around, otherwise the twist will loosen and throw it out to become a squib, isn't it harmful? ”

Zongba couldn't understand Chinese, but there was no language barrier to anger, and the dazzling eyes cast by everyone made Zongba break down in a cold sweat and apologize repeatedly.

Zongba came late, and he didn't understand Chinese, so he naturally didn't know the origin of the Han brothers, but he only knew that the two brothers were the retinue of the nobles of the Han family, and naturally they were not comparable to him as a "grass people" (grassland people). With his lowered posture, Han Chong, who was also from the bottom, was a little at a loss, and he couldn't say anything serious, so he had to let go.

As he spoke, the dull sound of hooves outside the beacon wall approached, and the creaking of the bowstring was clearly audible.

"Covert—"

"Dysprosium—"

With a sharp chirp, a dense network of interlaced arrows appeared above the beacon, pouring down with a sharp whistle. Puff puff! Arrows pierce the walls, rods tremble, mud and sand splash, and smoke and dust rise. It crackled like a hailstone.

Those who have already had experience in dodging arrows are all crowded under the base of the battlement wall, and those who have shields use shields to protect themselves, and those without shields curl up to protect vital points and minimize the exposure of body parts. In the face of the overwhelming superiority of the Huns, round after round of violent attacks, there was no other way.

The Han army that originally built this beacon was obviously more experienced in this area, and built the half-man-high battlement wall into a concave angle, as long as the person squatted down, it formed a shooting dead end. As long as the luck is not too bad and you are not injured by the stray arrows shot from the side, the safety aspect is still very guaranteed.

The Han and Hungarians have been dealing with each other for more than 100 years, and the methods of fighting and defending each other are all clear, and there are almost no secrets to speak of. The Huns also knew that as long as the defenders on the beacon did not show their heads, it would be very difficult for them to shoot their opponents. However, the Huns' move was not to seek any lethal effect, their purpose was the same as the shelling barrage in later generations - suppression! Dearest!

In ancient warfare, morale was an absolute major factor. No matter how elite the army is, as long as the morale is gone, it will be over. The Huns did not hesitate to spend arrows to make this rain of arrows, in order to break the morale of the Fengsui guards and create opportunities for the next Dengsui battle.

After several rounds of arrow rain, Zhang Fang felt that the arrow attack had stopped, pushed away the Qu Liang and Han brothers who were protecting him, raised his eyes, and gasped - the originally bare enemy platform actually "grew" dense "dog tail grass".

"Report quickly, is anyone hurt?" Professional instinct made Zhang Fang realize this problem first, and asked loudly.

"Nope!"

"Nothing!"

"Okay!"

"Ahh Sancai injured his calf and was hit by an arrow. ”

"Lu slave, up!" Zhang Fang waved his head to signal.

Lu Nu glanced at Li Ren, who nodded to her, and Lu Nu immediately picked up a wooden box and rushed to the injured person.

In the middle of the enemy's platform, where the most vulnerable to arrow attacks on both sides, a young guard with a point on his back had an arrow stuck in the outside of his right calf, sweating profusely, his face was pale, his leg muscles trembled, and his clothes and pants were stained with blood.

"Don't move, let me come." Lu Nu soothed, opened the wooden box, took out the flarer, and quickly pulled out the arrow while skillfully opening the wound slightly. Before the blood is marked, quickly press the wound with a thick, clean gauze. This is followed by ligation to stop bleeding, debridement and disinfection, and finally bandaging.

Zhang Fang watched from afar and nodded slowly: "Good job." ”

Li Ren on the side was full of gratitude: "I have a lot of advice from my son." ”

Zhang Fang glanced at him lightly: "It's nothing, I'm just making the best use of it." ”

Well, the deer slave, is the least combat-ready personnel. But at this critical juncture, no one can be idle, just right, let her be a hygienist. Lu Nu has been sent as a slave for many years, and he knows a little bit of healing techniques, and with a little guidance from a professional doctor like Zhang Fang, it is no problem to deal with some simple injuries.

Then there was a roar of pain from under the wall, accompanied by the mournful roar of the horses.

Han Zhong looked out at the arrow hole and sighed: "The Huns have stepped on my trap." ”

Before the words fell, there was a snap, and a cowhide rope wrapped around the arrow stack above Han Chong's head, almost grabbing his head together.

Han Chong was so shocked that he fell on his ass.

A short axe flew on the side, slashed several times, the leather rope broke, and the Huns who had just climbed the top screamed, and then disappeared, and there was a dull sound of heavy objects falling to the ground below.

At the same moment, the sound of rattling was incessant, and almost every arrow stack was roped.

"Cut the rope quickly, don't let the Huns climb up!" Lin Tianci screamed, raised his knife with both hands, and slashed hard.

"Han Chong, don't be in a daze, cut quickly!" Zhang Fang roared, and did not forget to bow his head to Zongba, who broke the rope with an axe, "Good job!" ”

The cowhide cord is very tough, and it is not easy to cut with a knife except with an axe. Coupled with the panic, the landing point is not accurate, and few people can cut it off for a while.

A guard had just raised his knife when a noose flew to trap it, and after a scream, he was dragged off the wall.

The neighing sound of horses under the wall, one after another war horses galloped under the beacon, and the Huns on horseback threw out the lasso in turn, jumped up, and flew to the rope.

In the blink of an eye, the small beacon was about to be overwhelmed by the Huns who were like ants attached to the city.

In the distance, Morton was holding up a jug of mare's milk wine that had just been hot, and laughed maniacally: "Look, there is only one pot of wine. ”

Bu Gusu was driving his horse to gallop, and when he heard Morton's laughter, he also laughed: "Gudu Hou Shenwei, the warriors of the Khan are mighty, it seems that there is nothing wrong with me." ”

Morton tugged at his weed-like beard, grinned wide, bared a mouthful of yellow teeth, smiled and squinted, and was about to speak, his eyes suddenly widened. And Bu Guxu's expression was the same.

In the distance, they saw the figure of the young man appearing, pointing at the enemy, and his voice cracked into the air: "Throw-"