Chapter 175 Crisis

Sullenly returning to the tent of the commander of the Chinese army, Niu Youtian slapped the table and smashed the bench vigorously and scolded every day, Zhang Hu touched his chin and was thinking. That kind of wooden box is more difficult to deal with, the defenders only need to pour some water or paste some wet mud, rockets or anything is useless, there is no bed crossbow artillery and other big killing weapons, there is really no way to take them for a while. But...... That kind of fried can is a good thing - it's better for defense than a bow and arrow! The most important thing is that it's cheap! Don't look at the feather arrows can hardly hurt the armor, it is still expensive to make: a skilled craftsman can only make about 20 arrows a day, not to mention, an archer shoots out the thirty arrows he carries, that is to shoot out one or two silver! And the fryer can ...... Isn't it just a mud jar stuffed with gunpowder? This is good!

It's not hard to do. There is a lot of gunpowder in the battalion, which has been seized from the arsenals of various prefectures and counties, and at this time, Zhang Hu has no artillery in his hand, and he has to ask for it, and the coolies who push the cart are there, so he has all his brains with him. But what can you do with it now, throw it at the wall? Who can throw such a high wall, it's not that it falls down and blows up itself! Forget it, try it first, if the effect is good, make some out and save it for later use, and you can also throw it out to blow up the dog officers and soldiers when you fight in the field......

The next day, the siege continued.

If the trick of cutting the wall doesn't work, then it's better to be honest and climb the wall. Looking at the high Kaifeng city wall, touching his chin and being stunned for a long time, Zhang Hu remembered the group of ghost-like barbarians he had seen in Baoning Mansion: If there are two or three thousand such guys, transfer thousands of crossbowmen to suppress the firepower of the city, I'm afraid that it is not one or two pillars of incense that can kill the wall? Thinking of it, there was a sudden loud "boom", and a cart two feet away from him was smashed to pieces, and the flying sawdust made a shallow blood mark on Zhang Hu's face - a lot of dry grass and branches were stuffed into the sack that filled the trench, and some were sprinkled on the ground. Thinking about it, Zhang Hu didn't hold the reins, dismounted his crotch and lowered his head to eat, and before he knew it, he was almost close to the moat. I don't know if the defenders on the wall are aiming at Zhang Hu or the chariot, and with a roar, a large iron ball roars out from the muzzle of the cannon, hitting the corner of the chariot! The soldiers in the cart behind them flew out like rag dolls thrown into the air, and after they landed, they threw out pools of blood.

Zhang Hu was startled, and after fleeing to safety, he subconsciously turned his head to look at the city tower, and the defenders on the wall pointed out here with thunderous cheers, and Zhang Hu was happy when he touched his hot cheeks - he thought of a clever plan to break the city! Since pondering the fried cans last night, I seem to have a faint feeling in my mind that there is a looming clue somewhere, and by this blow, the fog in front of me suddenly dispersed: the key is gunpowder! The power of gunpowder is so great, such a heavy iron lump can fly far away and is full of strength, if you pile some in those gouged holes in the wall, and then light the fire, won't the city wall just fucking blow up to the sky?

King Zhang immediately called the herald and conveyed the order.

After so many days of fighting, the morale of the defenders was still high. The silver boxes of the prince's thousand years old were stacked one by one, and they were placed on the west gate tower for a long time, and the top was all open to reveal white silver ingots. Every afternoon when the sun turns and the sky shines brightly, the silver light will reflect the roof of the gatehouse with dazzling brilliance, and the brothers will immediately disappear without a trace as long as they look back! The right chief of the Zhou Palace, Shi Kezhi (the character Gancai), and Lord Zhen Siwei were guarding beside him.

Whenever there was a thief killed, during the interval between battles, the battlement chief, fruit chief, or small flag officer who testified would lead a lucky guy to Yang Dashuai, Jiang Dashuai, and Yuan Dashuai, who were in charge of a section of the wall. There is a square table in front of the adults in front of the masters, and on the table is three stacks of paper covered with the big seal of the adults, and they have written in advance the three situations of "grid killing", "shooting death", and "wounding the enemy", and ask the name of the army to fill in, and then this guy can take the voucher and go directly to the West Gate Tower to receive the reward! The prince has decreed that the reward must be paid on the spot, and arrears are absolutely not allowed. The guys who got the bounty and went downstairs were all elated, and those who didn't get it were full of envy, jealousy and hatred, and one by one twisted their faces and waved their fists and weapons at the thieves outside the wall, and shouted vigorously for them to hurry up and rush to themselves, so that I could slap a brick to death and go to get the silver!

High morale also comes at a cost. From time to time, there will be some small disputes on the wall: those who should go down to rest during the rotation will not leave, and the guys who are full of ambition to receive the king's reward must go up! The most hateful thing is the gang of guys in the hanging building on the first day: condescendingly shooting at the thieves who have no power to fight back a few feet down, isn't this just picking up silver! Shot all the thieves around him, and he didn't even want to come out when he pulled back the hanging building! What's the matter, I don't want to share any benefits with others? The brothers on the wall were all red-eyed and pulled forward to drag them out, and the guys climbed to the grip and didn't move, and in the end, it was Master Ji himself who ordered a forced rotation, and this group of killers reluctantly gave up their positions, and then they rushed to the master to ask for credentials.

It's good to eat. Kaifeng prefect Tao Dechang (word Peiran), Henan Patrol Shi Kaidi (word Wendeng), Fen Shoudao Liang Hui (word Mingguang), Guan He Tongzhi Sang Yourong (word Yaozu) and other adults regularly led a long food picker to come over every day, and walked on the inner wall. The hot flatbread is smeared with a thick layer of salty sauce and rolled up and sent to the mouth, which is called a fragrant! On the first day, dozens of guys ate too quickly and choked. Each person can also get a bowl of soup, I don't know what kind of meat, anyway, there are bones of various sizes churning in the pot, and a thick layer of oil flowers floating on the surface! The bones have been distributed to the officers, and we don't have to worry about it, so the soup ...... Tsk, it's fragrant! The well-fed guys want to go up to the wall to change the guard to earn money as soon as they wipe their mouths, and the guys on the wall naturally don't do it, no, from time to time there will be some noise.

The people in the city have also heard about this, and if they defend the city, they can eat well, and if they beat a thief casually, they can still receive silver that they may not be able to earn for a year or two? Almost all of them who could still move came, some carrying kitchen knives, some wielding rolling pins, and some holding clothes poles! So the defenders who were still pulling each other just now immediately united, saying that I will win the defense of the city, and I will push the people out...... Of course, the officials were happy to hear all these disputes, and although they scolded the street viciously with black faces, their hearts were full of joy - if they continue to fight like this, don't say that they don't have to worry about breaking the city, but they are afraid that the thieves will not die enough!

Ji Shu stood on the wall and looked at this wave of thieves, feeling a little weird: looking at the clothes, most of them are still ordinary people, but this time, there are fewer people carrying the door panel of the ladder, and there is no chariot, on the contrary, many of the people mixed in the crowd are either carrying or holding a cloth bag, I am afraid that it will not have to be dozens of catties, and it looks heavy. What's even weirder is that every guy with a bag is covered by a shield soldier...... When did Zhang Thief be so kind and care about the life and death of the abducted people? No, there must be something strange in the bag! Ji Shu glanced at Zhang Jian beside him - of course Zhang Xiucai, who has made miraculous achievements, no longer needs to move stones, Lord Lu said that when he settles down, he will at least protect the reputation of the county, and King Chitose of Zhou also summoned Zhang Jian into the mansion and gave a banquet, and the prince also said that he would personally protect Zhang Xiucai's wisdom and courage to the imperial court, and his future is already bright...... Zhang Jian obviously also noticed the abnormality, Chong Jishu nodded, and the two of them ordered at the same time: "Shoot those thieves with backpacks!" ”

Li Jinzhu did not wear a helmet, and wrapped several strips of cloth around his forehead. Originally, I held my breath and wanted to kill a few thieves to repay the prince's trust, but two full days passed, and there was no chance at all! I really can't complain about Jin Zhu, he is a sword and shield soldier, if the thief climbs the wall, he will definitely fight with the thief, but ...... After two days of fighting, there is not a single thief who can climb the wall, what do you let Jin Zhu do? There was nowhere to use all the strength, so he secretly participated in Ding Zhuang, who threw stones. The little flag officer and the chief flag officer actually saw it, but they didn't say anything—they were also carrying rocks and smashing them down! The story of Xun Guanniang told by Wang Ye Chitose made everyone's chest full of breath, and the strange thing is that every time he smashed down a stone and poured a bucket of hot gold juice, this gas not only did not leak out, but rose more and more, and everyone had inexhaustible strength all over their bodies.

Jin Zhu was a little unlucky, the experienced Ding Zhuang first looked at the location of the thief under the wall, and then immediately retracted his head, waited for a few feather arrows to fly over from the battlement, and then leaned out and smashed the stone, and then hid back. Jin Zhu didn't have much experience two days ago, and he still stretched his neck and poked his head into his chin to see if he had been hit, but he was grazed by an arrow and his forehead was so dangerous, and he would confess his life if he missed a little bit. After tearing a strip of cloth and wrapping it around a few times, the helmet could not be put on. If you can't wear it, you won't wear it, and Jin Zhu will continue to smash stones. Coincidentally, a crossbowman beside him was shot in the shoulder socket, and Jin Zhu got a crossbow machine. The crossbowman brother grinned in pain, but he still told Jin Zhu that if he shot the thief, he would share half of the silver, and then teach Jin Zhu how to wind, how to aim, how to shoot, and watch Jin Zhu shoot two arrows out, although they didn't hit, but the action was already like that, so he went to Lang Zhong to get the arrow to wrap the wound, and after a while, he ran back, and shouted from a distance to ask if he had shot any thief...... It's a pity that this eldest brother's life is really bad, it should be Tai Sui, Jin Zhu just hit a thief for the first time, and he was shot in the head by the thief's feather arrow and died.

Hearing the orders of Master Ji and Master Zhang, Li Jinzhu, who already had some experience, wound the crossbow machine, loaded an arrow and carefully observed it from the battlement. There is a thief with a bag in front of him, but he is covered by a shield soldier, and he only occasionally shows a little body when he runs, not to mention the golden pillar, so in a blink of an eye, even the most experienced old crossbowman can hardly grasp this fleeting moment. So Jin Zhu waited patiently, he knew that there must be a good time in a while. Jin Zhu silently counted in his heart, and then leaned out suddenly—the time was just right! The two thieves ran to the edge of the trench. Of course, the straw bales and soil bags filled in the trench could not be leveled, and the two thieves took care of their feet, and in half a breath, most of the bodies of the thieves with the bags were exposed! Then he was nailed to the edge of the trench by the crossbow arrows of the golden pillar!

The bag fell and fell apart. Ji Shu and Zhang Jian exclaimed at the same time: "Gunpowder! ”

A rocket was fired over, and with a "boom", a large ball of flame wrapped in thick black smoke soared into the sky. However, by this time, too many thieves with bags on their backs had already burrowed into the city and stuffed bags of gunpowder into large and small holes.