……

In the seventh year of Xuanwu, on the seventh day of the sixth month, the Tashan camp that stretches for ten miles is like a barrier, and it is the only way to go to the hinterland of Boxu.

The position of this camp is very steep, and there is only a ramp with a length of 100 meters and a width of only 3 meters, and the army cannot concentrate its forces to launch an offensive.

The seven-meter-high wooden wall is made of multiple layers of thick wood to make the wall more than four meters thick, and is repeatedly tied with chains and tendons and hemp ropes, which are extremely strong.

Coupled with the dense wooden walls, the crossbow machine with a range of about 300 meters is a nightmare for the attackers.

After defeating Non Qinling's army on the plain, Non Qinling led 9,000 Murti and more than 5,000 Bosu soldiers back to the main camp, intending to rely on this to continue the confrontation with the Han army.

Rumble~

A burst of cannon fire echoed through the sky, breaking the cold silence.

An eighteen-pound cannonball fell on the sand outside the wooden wall of the barracks, and the huge lifting force directly caused the defense line surrounded by solid wood to shake like a wave of wheat, and by the way, it shook several Bosu defenders on the wooden wall.

More shells roared out of the artillery positions two miles away like a raging storm, and the twelve to eighteen-pounder guns were all poured on the wooden walls.

In an instant, the Bo soldiers guarding the barracks hugged each other and wept.

These aliens living in the plateau have never seen the shock brought by industry, and some even knelt on the ground to pray for the blessing of the Buddha.

Inside the main tent, on Qin Ling's face was gloomy, listening to the roaring artillery fire outside the barracks, and quietly staring at a map of mountains and rivers on the screen behind him.

After losing nearly 20,000 horses, he understood that the Han army's field combat ability was also outstanding, and with its excellent equipment, the Bosu cavalry was completely inferior in a duel with them.

Now, the planned plan is completely bankrupt, Jin Chuan is not to think about it anymore, and the defeat of the Han army is undoubtedly a fool's dream, and the plan for the present is to do everything possible to delay the Han army until they are willing to negotiate peace, and demarcate the boundaries of the territory.

Unlike other generals, he had an extremely clear understanding of the military power of the Han Dynasty.

Especially those firearms and equipment, Qin Ling also knew a little, and with limited military intelligence, he roughly deduced how terrifying the firearms of the Han army were.

Perhaps Qin Ling didn't understand what technology was and what industry was, but he knew that the Bo Hui cavalry had no chance of winning in a head-to-head battle in the face of such a powerful firearms force.

In his current situation, the best outcome would be peace talks with the Han army to ensure that there would be no more war between the two countries for the next thirty years.

However, on Qin Ling's willingness to negotiate peace, will Liu Ce be willing?

Even if Liu Ce and Qin Lingken negotiated peace, would the nobles and royal families in Sara and Zhaoqin be willing to submit to the Han Dynasty?

Not everyone is as self-aware as Qin Ling, on the contrary, the Bosu people have more of an impression of the Central Plains people as weak and deceitful, and this cognition is engraved in the bones of almost every Bosu people.

They believe that the people of the Central Plains are nothing more than a group of profiteers, a group of sheep who are powerless, men are timid and inactive, and women are the most delicious trophies.

They believed that the Bosu people were the real masters of the Central Plains, and that the grain grown by the Central Plains people should be enjoyed by the Bosu people, that the wealth of the Central Plains people should be owned by the Bosu people, and that the land in the Central Plains should be managed by the Bosu people.

Even the lowest-level and precarious Bosu herdsmen, when they mention the glorious history of Bosu, they will straighten their bruised bodies that have been pumped by the landlords of Tusi, raise their heads, and express heartfelt pride.

If they want to change this arrogant and arrogant idea, it is only possible if they have personally experienced the strength of the Han Dynasty, and only after they have survived by luck under the iron hoof saber of the Han army.

But Qin Ling has no time to change the minds of the Bosu people, this military village, and the more than 50,000 most elite troops in the military village, if they can't stop the journey of the Han army, then what awaits the Bosu people will only be a more tragic life.

"Lord Wang!"

His subordinate Onda rushed into the tent with a disgraced face, and when he saw Lun Qinling, he immediately shouted: "Lord Wang! You'd rather have an idea? The enemy's firearms were fierce, and the warriors suffered heavy casualties,

In the end, whether to fight or retreat, but hurry up and give an order, if it goes on like this, we will all be tortured by these firearms and go crazy! ”

On Qin Ling replied expressionlessly: "Pass on my military order, everyone strictly guards their posts, and they are not allowed to leave without authorization, and those who violate the order will be beheaded!" ”

Onda: "Lord! What's wrong with you? Do you want the warriors to just be beaten and not fight back? Subordinates, please take the troops out of the camp and give those Han dogs some color! ”

"Presumptuous!"

On Qin Ling turned around abruptly and whipped Onda in the face.

"Onda, don't you even listen to the king's commands? Give them some lessons? But if there is a slight possibility, this king will still be angry here?

Murti can't defeat that Han army, just with our current state, fight people like this? Are they all going to die!? ”

Onda endured the pain of the whipping, and his cheeks twitched and replied: "I don't understand, those Han dogs are just relying on the advantage of firearms, as long as our cavalry rushes into their firearms array, we will definitely be able to slaughter them all!" ”

"Idiot!"

On Qin Ling rewarded him with a whip again.

"How do you rush? Tell the king how you plan to rush? Just the roar of artillery, how much stimulation can your war horse withstand?

What's more, the Han army was not prepared? Just waiting for you to rush in vain?! Onda, you really disappointed this king, if you continue to mess around,

This king will take your military justice! ”

Angda looked at Lun Qinling with a disapprehensive face, and replied for a long time: "Don't be angry, the prince is not a slave, please calm your anger." ”

"Go back, and those who dare to speak out will be killed!"

"Yes!"

Onda left unconvinced, and when he left the barracks, he glared at the handsome tent fiercely.

"On Qin Ling, don't think that if you are now the second king, I will obey you, you better not fall into my hands, otherwise you will die without a place to be buried!"

……

The artillery fire is still roaring, from the first cannon to the present, it has continued intermittently for three hours, several guard towers have collapsed under the artillery rage, several wooden walls of the military fortress have been unrecognizable, and the soldiers killed in the artillery have approached four figures.

In the middle of the Han army, Liu Ce silently watched the shelling in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "This argument Qinling is worthy of being a famous general on the plateau, and a military village is hard for him to repair to a solid point.

It's a pity, but if there is a cannon, your military village is just an ornament. ”

Of course, this is just Liu Ce's heart, the chamber pressure of the cannon is not something that ordinary barrels can withstand.

In fact, he already had a strategy to break the enemy, and this strategy was originally intended to be used in the battle to recover Jinchuan.

But in the end, it didn't work, but it was used in this place.

Now, he has to wait, until it gets dark, until the wind changes, until the best time is ripe.

Rumble~~

Another loud roar echoed, but it was an eighteen-pounder cannon that accurately hit the foundations of the outer wooden walls of the Bosu barracks.

The moment the cannonball sank into the ground, dozens of wooden stakes embedded in the mud were lifted high, and more than a dozen Bosu soldiers guarding the place were also thrown into the air.

Just when Wang Zongsi thought that the wooden wall had been broken and was about to lead the army to attack, the wooden stake in mid-air landed again, re-rooted to the ground, and even more solid than before, as if there was no sign of collapse at all.

"Alas~"

Wang Zongsi shook his head angrily, and for the first time was shocked by the military village built by the Bosu people.

This is even more difficult to gnaw than those watchtowers on Jinchuan!