Chapter 260 Treasure Knife

An Yunao, who was at the front of the team, walked proudly and energetically.

There is nothing to say about the Qingyan Village. In the face of several times the enemy's ambush, more than 200 people were lost, this matter is not ashamed, victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers. However, in order to conquer a small watchtower, so many warriors gave up their lives in vain, and more than 100 people were disabled for life. He knew very well in his heart that he had nominally hung the title of Xuanfu Envoy, but he really had no foundation at all in Zhenxiong Mansion, and the owners of each village were afraid of the huge military pressure of the Ming State to admit this matter on the surface. There are too many people who are worried about the head of this chair, and if they don't have enough military merits to serve the public, none of these people will buy their own accounts! Moreover, even if Ming Guo, who is supporting himself now, will not hesitate to kick himself away when he finds that what he is supporting is just a useless ornament, and he will not hesitate to kick himself away and replace him with someone who can do things.

Since leading the army to go out on the expedition, what he has done is basically auxiliary work for the officers and soldiers, and this is the only one, and the life of returning to Zhenxiong in the future will not be too easy, not to mention the death of so many people! If there is no miracle, which of those village owners can not record this account in their hearts?

Who would have thought that the miracle would actually happen. After a few days of drills, Leader An is now full of confidence: The hard bones of the watchtower have to rely on our town soldiers to gnaw it, and even Sun Dashuai, who is famous in the whole empire, is still a little worse! Moreover, this kind of tactic can't kill a few people, and you can firmly form a friendship with Dashuai - behind Sun Dashuai is Lord Zhu, and in the future, the days in Zhenxiong Mansion will be smooth......

The drinking water stored in the watchtower is enough for everyone to need for a month. Although he didn't know how the watchtower in Qingyan Village was captured by the Han army, Yang Zuo was still confident that he would have at least half a month for the king, well, even longer. Of course, before going to see the ancestors, you have to kill five or ten times as many enemies of the Han army.

In sight, the Han army slowly squirmed forward, some of their companions cursed impatiently, and some defiantly brandished their swords and guns. Yang Zuo stared intently at the slowly approaching enemy, until they drove more than a hundred feet away, and finally he discovered something abnormal: these guys didn't have anyone wearing armor! I couldn't see the faces at such a distance, but the marching processions, costumes, flags, and other signs showed that most of these guys were Han soldiers - since they were Han soldiers, why didn't they wear armor?

In fact, Yang Zuo still saw it wrong: the mountain road can't accommodate several columns in parallel, and most of this team are An Yunao's Zhenxiong native soldiers, but because he has been following Sun Jie for a long time, he has learned the same thing, and the flag queue or something is very different. Of course, these are only superficial efforts, the change of formation and the cooperation between each other require a long period of rigorous training, once the battle will be immediately revealed, the other part of the team is Liu Tieniu's four artillery crews and the auxiliary soldiers responsible for transporting ammunition and baggage, these are indeed Han soldiers - neither the artillery crew nor the auxiliary soldiers need to wear armor.

Camping in the mountains is a big hassle. On the one hand, the limitations of the terrain will seriously affect the deployment of the troops, and the disruption of the formation will directly cause fatal damage to the combat effectiveness. On the other hand, camping is an unavoidable challenge, and it only takes a few people to sneak up on the mountain people who can hunt wild animals in the dense forest, and it is enough to cause an avalanche of disaster. Therefore, Sun Jie's main force, except for the Huben battalion and Liu Chao's battalion, which was temporarily ordered to be transferred, were all stationed in a relatively open valley behind, and did not follow - Sun Jie was also full of confidence in the new tactics he had just researched, otherwise it would be impossible to ask An Yunao to come up by himself with confidence, let alone hand over Liu Tieniu and the four incomparably expensive artillery crews to him.

An Yunao led the men and horses to a stone's throw away from the watchtower before stopping, Liu Tieniu pointed to a few places, and the auxiliaries began to cut trees and dig soil. At this time, Yang Zuo had already understood that this group of enemy troops was a mixed formation of Han and soil, but they were still a little confused: the trees fell one by one, which of course was to make a ladder; But there were only a few dozen auxiliaries doing the earthwork work, and it was definitely not building any fortifications, and it was not yet noon, and it was impossible to prepare for camping—then, what did they want to do?

There are two or three thousand enemies in sight, and there are not many behind them that are blocked by trees, and these dozens of people must not give up their strong strongholds and rush over to die, they can only stare at what they are trying to do.

After watching for more than an hour, the Han army auxiliary soldiers cleared out three small platforms. Then one of the guys gave an order, and there was a commotion in the ranks behind, and people dodged to the slopes on both sides, and the three small cannons were dragged up by the push! I was wondering how this kind of small cannon could be used to deal with the watchtower, but I saw that the muzzle of the cannon was slowly raised and raised...... Yang Zuo, who had followed the king in the south and the north for many years, was the first to understand, and shouted: "Go down, go down!" The Han dogs are going to bombard the roof" - it can be seen from the name blurted out that he has long regarded himself as a seedling in his heart.

Yang Zuo, the last to leave the roof, had just descended halfway down the wooden ladder when he heard the roar of artillery, followed by a sudden shock under his feet, and with two almost indistinguishable loud noises that were close at hand, the man was thrown to the ground. Before he could struggle to get up, the rubble fell from the top of his head, and a large cloud of smoke and dust tumbled down from the entrance of the roof, and in an instant the dust flew in the upper space, and everyone was choked and bent down to cough and tears, and suddenly nothing could be seen clearly in the room.

Staggering to his feet, ignoring the sharp tinnitus stinging his eardrums, Yang Zuo coughed and groped up the wooden ladder to close the floor. The moment I poked my head out, I saw that the rubble parapet wall had collapsed in two places, and the stone throwing pile on the roof of the building had also collapsed, and the thick wooden plank covering the entrance was pressed by several stones of different sizes, which was difficult to clean up in a short time, and the gunners of the Ming army more than 100 steps away were rapidly loading...... It's too late!

While jumping down the ladder, Yang Zuo ordered loudly: "Go to the next floor and close the cover!" As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud sound of iron bullets hitting the remnant wall again.

Fortunately, Yang Zuo saw the opportunity early, and the people on the roof of the building were not injured except for everyone who was disgraced, but there was also misfortune: although the artillery of this period was really not accurate, but the distance of more than 100 steps was only, and the artillery crews of the Ming army had calibrated the impact point one after another, and almost all the shells that followed were smashed on the roof of the building one after another.

Looking through the window, there was a group of native soldiers with wooden ladders at their feet on the mountain road, apparently waiting for the artillery bombardment to end before they began to charge. Next to this group of people was a group of auxiliary soldiers with shields, all of whom were holding their big shields on the ground at the moment and stretched out their heads to look at the excitement. Yang Zuo became more and more confused: the wooden ladder is not very long, that is, two or three zhang, and it can only reach the windows of the bottom two floors, but why are these guys all talking and laughing, and they can't see any nervousness? In the face of such a stone building, they can only attack through a few narrow window holes, of course the defenders have the advantage, why are they still so relaxed, are they all blind and foolish?

The three guns fired five or six rounds each, and the sound of the cannons finally stopped. Judging from the sound from above, the roof of the building should have been almost destroyed, and the Ming army began to charge - oh, it can't be considered a charge, these pigs and dogs bullied us without a cannon, seven or eight people carried a ladder, and there were auxiliaries next to them holding a big shield to protect, and they drove unhurriedly towards the watchtower. Feathered arrows were shot out of each window, but the effect was very poor, only two or three of them hit people, and none of them were critical, and the wounded limped back with a cry. Yang Zuo estimated the time in his heart, it was time for a ladder to go up the watchtower, so he ran down to prepare to participate in the war, well, the main thing was to see what the hell those guys were going to do.

When I came to the bottom floor, I saw two spears outside, one left and one right, poking in and out of the window, and the brothers who were defending inside were also stabbing outward, but both the offensive and defensive sides had no effect. The guy outside wanted to climb the ladder with one hand, and he couldn't see the situation inside and could only stab with one hand, but the head of the gun was modified, and a few daggers with double-edged blades were tied horizontally, and the killing range was much larger, so that the brothers inside were forced to retreat a few steps, and they were all a short distance from the window, and the position of the Ming army's gun near the head was also covered with an iron pipe more than a foot long, so it was difficult to be cut off.

Of course, it is beneficial for the defender to continue to fight like this. Consume, one more day will buy one more day for the king. Thinking in his heart, Yang Zuo twisted up the ladder, and just leaned out half of his body on the second floor, he saw several window holes also fighting exactly the same: Ming Gou started to attack the bottom two floors at the same time, but ...... What is the effect of this style of play? However, this modification method of the Ming Dog spear is good, and when I turn around, I will make a few according to the gourd drawing, poke it out and pull it back, and the Ming Dog hiding behind the outer wall will suffer...... The battle was not fierce at all, Yang Zuo was leaning on the ladder and pondering, and the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of a window on his side, and something was thrown in, and then another!

When the explosion tank exploded, Yang Zuo just subconsciously shrank his head, and then was pushed by the shock wave, and fell down the ladder again, and his eyes were dark, and he didn't know anything.

An Yunao rubbed his hands together and looked at the watchtower a hundred steps away with a smile on his face. The top floor has been bombed into a mess, the brothers don't need to worry about falling rocks to fight back, the bottom two floors of the watchtower have set up three wooden ladders at several window openings: one on the left and right, and one directly below the window, the warriors on the ladders on both sides used modified spears to slightly force back the thieves inside, and there were Miao soldiers with cloth bags containing eight or nine fried cans around their necks to climb up, and they lit the fuse with the long-handled torch that came up and threw it inside! Listening to the explosions and screams coming from inside the watchtower, watching the black window holes flashing one after another being illuminated by the explosion of fire and the smoke coming out, Leader An was overjoyed.

Bamboo arrows shot out one after another from the window holes on the upper floors, but An Yunao was not worried at all: he was wearing a half-collared cuirass, an iron helmet on his head, and two shield-wielding guards beside him.

The power of the fryer can is much stronger than the oil tank! It always takes some time for the oil tank to catch fire, and the thief may risk burns to block the window, but the fryer can is different, as long as you throw it in and blow it up, the rest will be easy to do! Dashuai's method is also really good: first blow up the thieves on both floors, and then the people on the second floor continue to throw them into it one after another, even throwing the fried cans and oil cans together, and at the same time people get in through the windows of the first floor! When the door was opened, the fire on the second floor was already big, and it could completely block the thieves from coming down. All that's left is to pile gunpowder and firewood inside! Through the experiment of the watchtower in Qingyan Village, as long as the bottom floor is piled up to almost half of the appearance, it will take less than half an hour after ignition, and the whole building will become a blazing torch!

Yang Zuo woke up slowly, his left leg was cut by the fragments of the can, a shocking wound more than a foot long, the skin and flesh were turned out, his head was buzzing, and he had a splitting headache. As he was trying to remember what had just happened, he faintly heard a faint human voice. They speak Hmong, but the accent is very special, mixed with a lot of unfamiliar words - they are the native soldiers of Zhenxiong! Yang Zuo slowly regained his memory, but he didn't know the extent of his injuries, so he didn't move for the time being, still lying on the ground. A blinding light shot in, the door of the building was opened, and the people outside were full of jubilation. Yang Zuo squinted his eyes and peeked that someone was carrying cloth bags and firewood inside, and someone inside was cleaning up the site, dragging the bodies of his companions to the corner, and then cutting off the heads...... The footsteps approached, and the body on his back was dragged away, and at this moment, Yang Zuo burst out, and the steel knife in his hand slashed down obliquely, cutting down a guy with a stunned face on the spot, and then twisted his waist and straddled, and rushed towards another figure.

The injury on his left leg was too serious, and as soon as he stepped on the ground, a heart-piercing pain came, and his knees were weak, Yang Zuo almost fell, and reflexively slammed the ground with a knife, which was able to stabilize his body. The guy on the other side was also stunned, and when he saw Yang Zuo's injury clearly, he smiled and slashed at him with a knife. Yang Zuo knew that there were all Ming troops outside, and he couldn't escape today anyway, so he neither dodged nor waved his knife to resist, his right leg kicked the ground hard, and the person jumped forward, and his left shoulder was firmly stabbed at the same time, and he had pounced in front of the guy by inertia, and the steel knife in his hand stabbed into the opponent's lower abdomen, and then slashed downward! The two of them stood almost face to face, Yang Zuo stared at the face in front of him, watching the eyes of this strange enemy change from ferocious to frightened, the brilliance in his eyes gradually faded, and then became empty and lost focus, and suddenly felt that his whole body had lost its weight, and the person seemed to float slowly. At that moment, the pain was gone, the dim watchtower was sprinkled with sunlight, the whole body was warm, indescribably comfortable and comfortable, not far away in the air, the wife was smiling at himself, the son held his wife's hand with one hand, and the other hand stretched out to himself...... "dangchang" sounded softly, Yang Zuo let go, and the steel knife fell to the ground. The iron spear on his back was vigorously pulled out, and Yang Zuo collapsed, dying with a happy smile on his face.

One hand picked up Yang Zuo's knife, and someone praised: "Good knife!" ”

Another person said, "This is a treasure knife!" Ah, there's still a word on the knife. ”

"Give it to General An to see what is written."