Zhu Ling's mood was terrible at the moment.

Chang'an City's high pond is deeply recognized, and it is also Zhu Ling's biggest reliance on this battle.

When the former Han Dynasty was the capital, the city wall was already three feet and five feet high.

Later, because it was located in Sanqin, it was necessary to face the threat of the Xiongnu in the early days, and later there was Qiang chaos.

For various reasons, the city wall of Chang'an has been increasing, and now it is five zhang (nearly 12 meters) high, which can be called the world's majesty.

Therefore, although there are few major generals in Chang'an City, Zhu Ling is not worried.

The five-zhang high city wall, if there were no 350,000 people fighting to the death, how could it be easily captured?

Therefore, seeing that the thief army was only more than 10,000 people, and most of them were cavalry, it was difficult for Zhu Ling to take this army to heart, and it was Xiahou Yuan who still had no news when defending the city.

Now that Lu Zhao is dead and no one is with him, if General Xiahou Yuan's army loses, then I'm afraid it will ......

The inexplicable Zhu Ling began to worry about his situation, and even had a crazy idea in his heart:

If General Xiahou died in battle, he would have made meritorious contributions in assisting Zhong Sili to retreat from the enemy in Chang'an, and it is impossible to say ......

But in just half a day, an ordinary stone mill that could be seen in the farmhouse issued an earth-shattering blow to Chang'an City, which also made Zhu Ling wipe his sweat and understand:

He was optimistic too soon.

While sending someone to inform Zhong Sili of the matter, Zhu Ling ordered the news to be blocked and asked the soldiers to clean up the place.

But unfortunately, part of this stone mill, which looked like it weighed three or four hundred pounds, was deeply embedded in the city wall and could not be moved at all.

This stone is placed here like a magnet, which firmly attracts the eyes of Cao Bing around him, and naturally thinks silently in his heart:

If this thing hits you......

So the surrounding Cao Bing invariably had a different mind, and his steps involuntarily retreated two points.

Zhong Xuan came quickly, and regardless of Zhu Ling's obstruction, he directly climbed the city wall and came to the stone mill to take a closer look.

"This stone mill flew straight up from the thief barracks?" Zhong Xuan was surprised.

Zhu Ling thought that Zhong Sili didn't believe it, and hurriedly said that he was concentrating on defending the city at that time, and saw this thing rise from the thief camp and go straight to the city wall.

"There must be ghosts and gods in the thief army!" Zhu Ling swore that he made his judgment.

"Oni help?" Zhong Xuan's tone was subtle, but he didn't say anything in the end.

I looked at the military camp outside the city from afar, and even here I could see the enemy camp brightly lit and people coming and going.

According to Zhu Ling, the thief army did not continue to attack after this stone throwing.

But instead of taking advantage of the situation to attack the city, it seems that he went directly to bury the pot and cook, and it seems that today's war has ended here.

Zhu Ling carefully said his guess:

"I'm afraid that the immortal master in the thief army can only fly one boulder a day."

"As long as Si Li gives an order, I will go out of the city tonight to attack at night, and find the immortal master and chop it with a knife!"

Zhong Miao suddenly couldn't cry or laugh.

He didn't believe in any ghosts and gods, and he had also heard of the thunderbolt used in the battle of Cao Gongguandu.

Therefore, although I don't understand why I can drive this stone mill, I also have a vague guess in my heart.

At this time, when he heard Zhu Ling's plan, he immediately shook his head no, and there was already a thoughtful look on his face:

"This is not an immortal master...... Or the police. ”

Then he told Zhu Ling:

"Tomorrow...... Uncle Liu's soldiers and horses are attacking the city, and he ordered his soldiers to deal with it carefully...... If there are many such boulders, you can ......"

Zhong Xuan considered and deliberated when he spoke, and the soldiers around him also stretched their ears, and finally heard Zhong Xuan's explanation after thinking:

"Yes...... You don't have to fight to the death. ”

"You don't have to fight to the death?" Zhu Ling repeated a sentence with a strange expression, and then saw Zhong Xuan nodding calmly in confirmation.

Looking at Zhong Sili's departing figure, and then thinking about the phalanx of strong crossbows fired continuously when he was in the strength martial arts water, Zhu Ling finally muttered in his mouth:

"You don't have to fight to the death? Isn't that easy? ”

There is not much that can be done as a defender, and in the face of the besieging side, you can only see a move.

And today's siege is destined to make Zhu Ling unforgettable for the rest of his life.

The same is true for Huo Jun.

The imaginary siege should be to build a ladder for the attack on Yangping Pass, and then he will take the lead in leading the troops to ascend first.

As long as you can win Chang'an for Xuande Gong, even if you die in battle, you can't repay Xuande Gong's kindness!

But what is the siege in front of you at this time?

The four "paws" of the trebuchet are rammed into the ground with wooden stakes to support the giant arms above, and one of its pendants has a heavy stone, and the other is slightly longer with a bullet pouch at the end.

Yesterday, he just watched this thing easily throw the four-hundred-pound stone mill onto the city wall of Chang'an effortlessly.

It takes three or five strong soldiers to lift it carefully, let alone throw, but this trebuchet function.

At this time, there are eight such huge machines.

Huo Jun saw Zhuge Junshi standing on a high place, with the lord's sword hanging from his waist, and then pointed at Chang'an with a feather fan in his right hand and shouted angrily:

"Prepare for a cannon strike!"

So the soldiers carefully carried hundreds of pounds of heavy objects such as stone grinders and mortars and put them into the bullet bags.

Seeing that the trebuchet's ammunition was loaded, Kong Ming's feather fan swung down hard:

"Shoot the cannon!"

Huo Jun himself subconsciously held his breath, seeing that there was a healthy pawn under each trebuchet, at this time, he heard the order to swing the axe and cut the hemp rope in front of him.

The hemp rope was connected to the live iron hook, and the end of the live iron hook was on the long arm side of the trebuchet, and once released, the end of the fixed weight of a thousand pounds fell together.

The heavy ammunition bag was lightly driven at this time, and after a thrilling semicircle, the heavy object in the ammunition bag was thrown out.

The soldiers in charge of the artillery did not look, and after the launch, one of the soldiers immediately stepped forward to turn the winch that was attached to the weight at the end of the trebuchet.

As the soldiers worked together, the weight of the falling object was raised again, and the end of the ammo pouch fell again.

The sturdy man with the axe immediately attached a live hook to it and re-fastened it with twine, so that the trebuchet returned to its unfired state.

Looking at the orderly and meticulous movements of these artillery fighters, Huo Jun felt that they were full of strange beauty.

It turns out that the engineering system can not only be as wonderful as a well and a ladder, but also benefit the people like a hydraulic workshop, and it can also be as neat and uniform as a "strong crossbow reciprocating array".

And at this time, you can still appear on the battlefield with such a violent attitude!

Zhu Ling didn't have the leisure to sigh at all.

The eight flying stones, almost all of which are aimed at the head of the city wall, but almost all of them are more or less different in subtlety.

There are three flying stones that add three openings to the wall as they did yesterday, and three extremely fierce paintings depicted with blood, intestines, etc.

The remaining five flew completely over the walls and into the city, making even greater noise.

Some of the stones smashed through the four courtyards and went unabated, until they hit the stone table in the courtyard and knocked them away, and then these stones that were like dead things in the past turned into giant beasts and rampaged, destroying everything they could touch.

There was a molar that directly smashed the old tree that the two were hugging, and then continued to roll forward and collapsed a lot of things, and then the big tree slowly fell and collapsed the lintel of the courtyard.

All this was clearly seen by all the soldiers on the wall, and then the city wall was only hissing.

"Here we go again!" Some soldiers shouted heartbreakingly.

Zhu Ling hurriedly looked back, and saw eight flying stones taking off from Uncle Liu's military camp and attacking towards the city.

And one of them was coming straight for him.

Zhu Ling's soul was in a hurry, and he rushed to the right side to take his life.

This is a weighty stone mill, which began to fall halfway, and it is still embedded in the ground at the top of the city wall after shattering the female wall.

The smashed female wall was torn apart, and the rammed earth fragments were also endowed with extremely high power, and the surrounding soldiers wailed continuously.

After a very short flight distance, the largest piece of it hit Zhu Ling's head with considerable force.

So the general of the city immediately fell down, and at the same time felt that all the sounds he heard were far away from him.

Zhu Ling heard a soldier shouting: "The general has been stoned to death!" ”

Then there were the sound of messy footsteps, and he could even hear the direction of these footsteps, which should have been about to go down the city wall and give up defending the city.

Then Zhu Lingwei didn't know anything, and he fainted.

When Zhu Ling regained consciousness again, he felt a little out of breath.

After a pause, his hands and feet regained consciousness, and with great effort, he pushed away the messy clods of soil, masonry and half-pulled corpses on his body, and Zhu Ling stood up blankly.

The helmet that saved his life had been lost somewhere, brushing his loose hair, Zhu Ling got up in a daze, and the first thing he did was to run to the city wall to observe the situation.

At this time, it should have just fallen at night, and there was no bright light outside the city last night, and the big camp was now sparsely lit, which made Zhu Ling's heart suddenly happy.

But then even laughing at himself, how could such a sharp weapon fail miserably? Most of them have already won Chang'an!

Despite his reluctance, Zhu Ling slowly paced to the side close to the city, took a deep breath and looked over.

Sure enough, at this time, the lights in Chang'an City are not much more than yesterday.

Rubbing his face, Zhu Ling was suddenly depressed.

No matter how you look at it, there is only one answer: Chang'an has been lost.

The answer made me paced back and forth on the city walls: what should he do?

Just pacing back and forth, Zhu Ling was stunned, and hurriedly ran to the edge of the city wall again to look out as best he could.

He saw a long line of fire, winding its way from afar.

As a general, he knew all too well that this was a soldier marching at night with torches!

Zhu Ling couldn't help but have expectations in his heart:

Calculate the time, it must be General Xiahou who has come back!

Although the head of the city was cold and hungry, Zhu Ling was willing to endure it for General Xiahou.

(End of chapter)