readx;?? The slaves under the walls of the Great Wall, Zhang Jiashi didn't want to pay too much attention. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info But the other party was not too willing to be abandoned like this, but picked up the weapons left by the Donghu people a few days ago, and even the stones thrown down by the defenders just now, and simply carried out various attacks on the walls of the Great Wall.

Zhang Jiashi was speechless when he knew about this situation, because under the overall quality, it is very difficult to shake the foundation of a building.

Just as later generations demolished a house without using blasting, it was a safer way for them to remove the buildings on it one by one.

But Bai Qi remembered a very serious problem, that is, the Great Wall where they were located was not as reliable and strong as the newly built Great Wall in Yunzhong County, but an old building that had been around for decades, and if it was smashed by these slaves like this, something would really go wrong.

Bai Qi's words made Zhang Jiashi's forehead can't help but break out in a cold sweat: "General, are you sure that what you said will happen?"

A hint of banter appeared in Bai Qi's voice: "Is it good for me to lie to you?"

At this time, Zhang Jiashi had to pay attention to this rather serious problem.

Although the Qin troops defending the city have been working hard to attack those slaves now, because most of the Qin officers and soldiers have no way to attack the enemy under the city more effectively due to the angle of shot, they can only put the stones down with their hands more directly.

As for what can be smashed, more can only see if the other party is unlucky.

This kind of cleaning efficiency is quite slow, Zhang Jiashi gritted his teeth and took out the log pulp paper that he had asked Mo Shu to bulge out from the Dao space.

Many things, for Zhang Jiashi, can be found. For example, sulfur and dansha, these two things are not unfamiliar in the territory of Daqin. If it weren't for the fact that Zhang Jiashi really didn't know what to do and was riddled with miscellaneous things, Zhang Jiashi himself would have made this kind of paper of very good quality.

Of course, Mo Shu also made some soft paper similar to toilet paper in later generations, and Zhang Jiashi's paper is a medium-hardness paper that Mo Shu made after another production method after the previous failure.

For Zhang Jiashi, as long as it is not a lack of raw materials, it is relatively simple for him to make such a thing. After all, he is still a Taoist priest.

Moreover, there is one thing that makes Zhang Jiashi feel very happy, that is, the dansha in Daqin is not like the kind in later generations, and the dansha without impurities is very expensive.

A box of ground dansha, at this time, only needs less than a hundred and a half taels. But in later generations, if Zhang Jiashi wants to find the same amount of dansha, he doesn't have hundreds of thousands on hand, which is estimated to be impossible.

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Zhang Jiashi took out a stack of Dao talismans, which made several guards around him feel a little strange, because they had never seen Zhang Jiashi take out such a thing before.

But for some Qin army officers who had followed Zhang Jiashi for a long time, Zhang Jiashi seemed to have used such things in the Battle of Yongdu.

They don't know what role Zhang Jiashi has in doing this.

But Zhang Jiashi knew very well that compared to the simple sealing spell, he superimposed the sealing spell and the Dao rune spell together, and the power was the strongest.

Of course, the current spell can't be a Dao technique that will only appear in a few hundred years, but is more inclined to the existence of sealing spells.

Like the kind of dust that Zhang Jiashi has seen, it can actually be regarded as a magic weapon that simplifies the sealing spell.

Spells that are cast directly are not only less powerful, but also more energy-consuming to the caster.

But with the dust, or other magic weapons, such as this sulfur cinnabar talisman in Zhang Jiashi's hand, the power of the spell will be increased, and the energy consumption of the caster will be reduced.

Therefore, Zhang Jiashi usually does not use spells, firstly, because he has no chance to do so, and secondly, he does not like that he will have to lie in bed for a few days because of his excessive energy consumption.

Zhang Jiashi threw a stack of Dao talismans into the air, then held a Dao talisman in his hand again, and said in a low voice: "Dao Technique? Tracking Talisman!"

After the Dao Talisman in Zhang Jiashi's hand slowly burned by itself, the stack of Dao Talismans thrown out by Zhang Jiashi slowly flew towards the body of the slave under the city as if he knew the location.

A Dao talisman appeared in Zhang Jiashi's hand again, and Zhang Jiashi, who was holding the Dao talisman with his fingers in his left hand, summoned a green jade spirit book and wrapped it around his arm.

He then raised the talisman high into the sky, and then made an intricate seal with his right hand. After Zhang Jiashi's seal gesture was completed, a dark cloud seemed to appear in the sky.

Zhang Jiashi quickly threw the Dao talisman into the air, and a heavenly thunderbolt slashed on the talisman paper.

Then Zhang Jiashi said loudly: "Five Elements Guiding Technique?" Chain Lightning !!"

The sky was filled with rune paper filled with thunder and lightning, surrounded by the light of electric light, and then in the eyes of many people, many tiny white lightning rays circulated towards the city.

Many of them wondered why there was such a ball of light in the sky, but they didn't notice that the Dao runes that seemed to become transparent slowly showed their yellow and red appearances.

Seeing this situation, many slaves subconsciously stretched out their hands and grabbed those Dao symbols.

However, it was too late.

Many slaves with rune paper attached to their bodies were directly transmitted by a white electric current.

Many of the slaves quickly convulsed and fainted foaming at the mouth.

Some of these people may have died, but many more have just passed out in a coma.

It's not that Zhang Jiashi is so merciful and lets go of these slaves, but Zhang Jiashi's strength is not enough to summon those powerful heavenly thunders, but just a small thunderbolt, and the power of the distributed arc is naturally not too great.

Spells cannot be completely "out of nothing", but have their own set of ways of conserving energy.

It's like in a volcanic crater, you can summon something like a phoenix, but there's a good chance you won't be able to summon even a small water bomb.

This is how energy is conserved in a spell.

Zhang Jiashi used those Dao talismans as a way of guidance, not an attack spell, at the same time, the human body is a conductive body, those slaves who clinged to the city wall, themselves were originally a good medium, an arc down, dozens of people were put to the ground, dead or alive, this is a manifestation of Zhang Jiashi's strength.

Because the understanding of spells, whether they are skilled or not, is also a way of expression that is no less than the pursuit of the power of spells.

Of course, tens of thousands of small fire bombs are also incomparable to a cosmic junk summoned to fall.

The few slaves who were not hit, looking demented, watched this happen, and the ball of light in front of the city tower, because of the exhaustion of energy, along with the rune paper swallowed by electricity, gradually disappeared in front of them......

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Of course, the advancing Donghu people could see such a spectacle, Zabehe was not an ordinary person, of course he knew that the Qin army was very likely to have a strong mage that he could not imagine.

If Zhang Jiashi knew Zabekh's thoughts, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh. Because of this spell, Zhang Jiashi himself knows very well that there will not be a few people who will basically be electrocuted.

Perhaps Zhang Jiashi forgot a very important situation, that is, people who are passed through the body by an average of 600 volts of electric current, and do not receive effective first aid, most of these people will have a pause due to heart paralysis, resulting in corresponding sequelae.

Some people will die slowly, but some people will die directly, because the brain will be directly brain dead because the brain lacks blood oxygen supply for a long time.

Perhaps, in the case of the later generations, the casualties caused by such a thing will not be too great. But in this bizarre world more than two thousand years ago. In a world where even simple first aid methods are difficult to popularize, Zhang Jiashi's way is not to kill people, but more of his own wishful thinking.

Of course, ordinary Donghu people don't care about what happens in front of them, but Zabehe is different, as the king of Donghu, he will naturally think about how to better remove some of the obstacles he considers.

He also brought with him many Donghu shamans from various tribes.

Unlike the mages and warlocks of Great Qin, many shamans are adept at manipulating beasts, or are able to transform into beasts themselves.

Pure witchcraft shamans are not absent, but rare. Therefore, many of the shaman professionals of the Donghu people are quite physical.

Because many times, a young shaman will have to master a transfiguration technique in order to be allowed to become a teacher.

The kind of witchcraft, which is more like a little trick, is nothing more than a side hustle for these shamans who practice physical arts.

It's just that many of the shaman professionals of the Donghu people do not settle in the tribes, but live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, so this time, except for a few tribes with a few good shamans, many of the others are young people who have not long become official shamans.

Of course, Zabeh also imagined that he would meet powerful Daqin professionals, but shamans were not more respected by the Donghu people than other Donghu professionals, such as mounted archery warriors and Donghu willers, and the number of shamans was already quite small, and for many reasons, they were even more respected by the Donghu people than the leaders of many medium tribes.

He saw an old shaman, and he had to greet him respectfully.

This situation is not unique to the Donghu people. Basically, every country or group with its own system of professionals is in much the same situation.

He asked a tribal leader to find a pure sorcery shaman who should be the strongest among the high-level shamans accompanying him this time, an old man who was about to lose his teeth.

Seeing that this old shaman was holding a cane and slowly walked in front of him, Zabehe respectfully put his right hand on his chest and half-bowed: "Respected Shaman Elder, can you know the situation just now and judge how many masters Qin Gou has?"

The old man nodded, then shook his head slowly.

Zabekh looked at the old shaman in astonishment, he didn't know what the other party meant.

Then the old shaman muttered something that even Zabeh could hardly understand.

A small leader of the Donghu tribe who was originally in a remote area saw this situation and said: "Great King, what the old elder wants to say is that he has never seen that kind of thing, but he can't feel that there is any master in front of him. ”

For Zabekh, the first sentence translated by this little leader was no longer the point, and the second sentence was to silence him.

If you can't feel the strength of the other party, for a strong person, either because the opponent's strength is too small, he can't feel it, or the other party is too strong, and he can't feel it either.

It's like Meng Tian, who is known as the number one master in the Great Qin Army and the first ranger in Great Qin, how strong is his strength?

Many people don't know the exact situation and will only say three words: "He's strong." ”

According to the news heard from the Xiongnu, the two top professionals of the Huns, a Xiongnu Condor Archer and a Xiongnu Martial God, joined forces to attack Meng Tian, and the other party was still able to tie, and then cut off an arm of the Martial God.

It is conceivable that if he, the king of Donghu, faces Meng Tian alone, it is estimated that it will also be the result of death and no life.

He couldn't help but drip a drop of cold sweat, because if he really came over with a master of the same level as Meng Tian, it was estimated that these professionals under his command would not play a role at all.

But as he was sending the old shaman away, and on horseback pondering what to do next, he saw a group of knights galloping towards him.

"What's going on?" Zabekh looked at the knight at the head with dissatisfaction. This man was a small tribal leader subordinate to his tribe.

"Great King, the people who advanced ahead of us have encountered many traps scattered on the ground by the Qin people. A lot of people simply can't move on. ”

The words of the leader of this small tribe made Zabehe slightly stunned, because he had never thought of such a thing.

The slave procession in front, in fact, as the leader of the small tribe had said, had stepped on the triangular bronze spikes that Zhang Jiashi had thrown through his catapult.

Because there are weeds of a certain height growing in many places, spikes less than 25 centimeters tall are difficult to find in the grass.

Many people directly covered their wounds, and even the sand bags they were carrying fell to the ground, and the sand was spilled all over the ground.

Some people were unlucky because the spikes were spread out irregularly, and some people had another spike right in front of them after they fell to the ground screaming.

In this case, many people are lying on the ground and gradually lose their vitality.

And the blood flowing from the corpses of many people gradually stained the weeds and the spikes that were pressed into the dirt by their bodies......

Zhang Jiashi asked Mo Shu to make these spikes, maybe there was nothing peculiar in appearance, but below the top of the cone-shaped spikes, there were a few concave blood grooves, which was enough to show how much damage Zhang Jiashi ordered Mo Shu to make.

Many slaves, as well as Donghu infantry pushing engineering equipment, could easily step on the soles of their feet directly on these spikes, and then reach the point where the spikes connect.

Many people are unable to pull out their feet, the triangular spikes nailed, but can only look at others with pleading eyes and ask them to help.

Many Donghu people are just helping their compatriots, but after listening to their compatriots, screaming and wailing, pulling out those things, they then bandaged their compatriots, and found that the wound could not stop the bleeding at all, he looked up in dismay, and saw that his compatriots had fainted due to excessive blood loss.

Bai Qi asked Zhang Jiashi to tell Mo Shu to make such a thing, not to kill people, but to make more Donghu people crippled. Weaken the strength of the Donghu people themselves.

Because being pierced through the body by these spikes is like being impaled by the Mitsubishi Army in later generations, the wound is difficult to heal, and perhaps amputation is a better way to solve the problem.

Could the Donghu people have surgery? No one would have known about this question at the time. But maybe after such a situation, it is impossible to say that the Donghu people will attach importance to this very advanced thing.

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In the beginning, hundreds of slaves or Donghu people stepped on these almost ubiquitous spikes.

However, the Donghu people learned shrewdly, and after killing a few slaves, they quickly drove the slaves onward and then made a way for them.

Many slaves stepped on these things, but no one was willing to stop and treat them by this time. Because the Donghu people behind them are aiming their bows and arrows at them.

Many slaves who stepped on the spikes eventually died of blood loss in the midst of wailing.

But compared to the carnage they faced later, these people who slowly died of heart failure due to excessive blood loss may have been lucky.

More than 14,000 slaves were driven up again by the Donghu, but they soon saw the thousands of slave corpses under the city, and they realized that the defenders on the city walls would not open the door to let them pass.

Many people are at a loss, because in their eyes, this is the only way to live.

Some people were scolding the Qin army at the head of the city, some people were looking at the bows and crossbows and arrows shot down from the city head one after another in panic, and some people didn't know where their lives were.

But some people are very smart, they climb over the mountains and forests on both sides, or run towards the Liao River more than ten kilometers to the west.

Zhang Jiashi looked at the chaotic scene under the city and sighed slightly.

It's not that he wants to do it, but he has to do it so that more people can live.

He is no longer afraid that the history books of later generations will say that he is a butcher, a cold-blooded murderer who will not be saved, he only knows that if this place is lost, there will be more people, and they will face a situation that they can't imagine at all.

Perhaps, he was indeed wrong. But what he can do is to protect everything that has not yet fallen.

The Great Wall under his feet is the best dividing line.

The Buddha said, "One thought of heaven, one thought of hell." ”

Isn't he faced with such a choice?

Listening to the melodious echo of the horn in the sky, Zhang Jiashi looked up at the Donghu people who started to act again, and he knew that perhaps, the next moment would be the most important moment in his life, and the time would come.

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