When the first stone was delivered, Sang Jin was startled and shrank his neck suddenly.

Feeling as if he hadn't even heard the sound of landing, he opened his eyes and found that he was still some distance away from the city wall.

Pu Qiu looked at this person, and felt a burst of contempt in his heart, if the eldest husband dies, he will die, why is he so greedy for life and afraid of death?

As for the power of the thunderbolt cannon, the last time Zhao Yun took Zhang Fei and others to Murong Mountain City, he hadn't really seen it.

Although he came up with the weapon, and it was according to his opinion that the stone thrower was made an epoch-making thing.

However, Zhao Yun knew very well that these people had much more experience in dealing with thunderbolts day and night than himself, and they didn't need a layman to guide an insider, just watched quietly.

The last time I saw Shangu, there were Xianbei people everywhere outside the camp, and there was no need to debug it at all.

Seeing that he was still far from the goal, he sighed regretfully, and when he saw that the technicians were comparing, he couldn't wait to go down and operate it himself.

"Ready, fire!" The on-site conductor is Huang Chengyan's nephew, whose name is Huang Lin.

His order flag was about to fall, and he couldn't help roaring angrily: "Wait a minute, Zhang Xiaoliu, you fucking want to die, why are you standing under the shelf?" Fall down and crush you to death! ”

A soldier stood behind the thunderbolt in a panic, and Huang Lin's eyes looked left and right, and found that there seemed to be nothing missing.

"Ready, fire!" The command flag in his hand struck down hard.

More than a dozen stone throwing machine power arms pressed down together, and suddenly got out of their hands, and those stones cut through the air, making a whirring sound, deafening, and bang, just smashed on the wall of the mountain city.

Sangjiashan City is not like the city of the Central Plains, and the architecture is not so solid.

The only thing they can rely on is the dangerous terrain, since the founding of the city, no army has ever dared to challenge the Sangjia mountain city, the Sangjia is known as the second combat power of Goguryeo, a large part of it is because they have dangerous castles.

In the process of the transformation of the Goguryeo people from a slave society to a feudal society, the general tribes did not develop the habit of building cities.

The domestic city is currently the only decent city, but unfortunately the strength of the royal family is not strong, and even the soldiers who defend the city cannot be gathered, which is useless.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this reason that a large clan like the Park clan has not built a city so far.

In their opinion, the weak water basin can be attacked and defended.

If a city is built, it is like a man who has tied his hands and feet, and the enemy comes to him, and he can only stand there stupidly.

After all, the habits of a nation and a tribe are not cultivated overnight.

Oh, my God! Pu Qiu was still laughing at others at first, and a stone fell not far in front of him, just hitting the head of a soldier, and the brain inside spurted out red and white.

The stone was still rolling twice on the ground, and he was so frightened that he hurried to run under the wall.

"Fifth Prince, what should our army do now?" Park Jin was wrapped in thick fur on the outside, but inside he was dressed as a scribe, and he was a military advisor sent by the Park family to Park Qiu.

In the eyes of the Park family, the fifth prince is young and impulsive, and if he accidentally directly annexes the Sang clan, it will bring great damage to the clan's reputation.

"Let's go, let's go!" Pu Qiu didn't look back, grabbed a horse casually, and flew up.

"Wait for me!" Park Kim didn't even know where to throw the fur outside, and he didn't care about shivering with cold, so he grabbed a horse and ran, and he didn't even know that the scribe's towel had fallen.

The actions of the Park family, the moment the stone fell on the city wall, were automatically ignored by Sang Jin.

Damn Sang Qin, the ancestors said that we can't fight the Han people, so you can't bring the Han people to fight us. He didn't expect that he would lure the wolf into the house first to find the Park family.

He always had a fear of the Han dynasty that ruled the Central Plains.

What happened in Murong Mountain City not long ago, the Sang clan was not far away, so naturally they had already rested.

Although Sang Jin thought that he could defend in danger, he would not be arrogant enough to resist the attack of the Han Chinese.

Therefore, according to old legends, in addition to the strong force of the Central Plains people, all kinds of machinery emerge in an endless stream.

Although he had not practiced channeling, the firing point of the Thunderbolt was only two arrows away, and the people who operated it were Han Chinese.

"Daddy, let's get out!" His sons were all crying.

"Withdraw, where can you go?" Sang Jin knew that he had been defeated and lost.

"Stay in Qingshan without worrying about no firewood, Daddy, let's escape, flee to the north of the Park clan, where it is as rich as it can feed people!" The mulberry sheep held his father's hand.

"Sheep, if you want to go, your father won't go." Sang Jin smiled miserably: "The roots of being a father are here." Don't expect those soldiers to come with us. ”

He kept shaking his head: "The roots of these people are also in the Liangzi of the Sang family, and it is impossible for them to leave their hometown!" ”

"Let's go, you hurry up!" Sang Jin said, pushing his son hard: "If you don't leave, will you let Sang Qin and them come to capture you alive?" ”

Mulberry sheep was reluctant, looking at the stone rain that kept flying in the sky, beating horses and galloping, and the family members didn't have time to look for it.

Despite being a rebel, Sang Jin still gathered many loyal soldiers around him.

Some are foolish and loyal, even if they die, the master can't die, and some admire the brains of the tribe and feel that the Sang clan has been improving in recent years under his planning.

Looking at the people around him who were still alive a moment ago, and died in the blink of an eye to block the stones, Sang Jin's heart was completely numb.

In the winter, the mountain city of the Sang family itself was not very solid, and it was crumbling, and there was hardly a living person on the city wall.

"Uncle, are we going to continue shelling with thunderbolts at this moment?" Zhao Yun had to find his father-in-law.

"Stop." Sang Ming's heart was full of bitterness.

Today, there are Han people who can break the city wall with sharp weapons, but what about tomorrow? Should the walls be thickened or should such a weapon be made?

For a while, he felt that he was a lot older, and staggered over: "Big brother, why don't you shout at the city?" ”

"Everyone else can live, but Sang Jin can't!" Sang Ye said categorically: "When the fourth child died, I always felt tired. Now I am eighty percent sure that he was killed! ”

"It should be," Sang Qin shook his head in pain: "It's all bad for my brother, why do you leave Sang Xian and Sang Jin behind and let them break off?" It's all damn Xianbei people. ”

"Big brother, now is not the time to blame yourself." Sang Ming persuaded on the side: "Sang Jin should die, the others are my Sang family's sons, they are all blinded." ”

Zhao Yun was still not at ease, he took the only Zhao Jiajun beside him to take the lead and rushed forward.

The mountain road itself is not easy to walk, and many places where it used to be possible are filled with stones, making it impossible for ordinary people to pass at all.

In a moment, he came to the edge of the city wall, and without using any effort, he climbed up the city wall several times, hand and foot.

It's a meat grinder, Zhao Yun gasped.

Just now, there was a continuous projectile of incense sticks left and right, and there was no living person to be found around the southern city wall. (To be continued.) )