Holy Monday eleventh update
Everyone in Baijiabao mobilized, and even more than a hundred officers and soldiers under Cheng Xu joined the action, tearing down the rock garden in the backyard and the pavilion and corridor in front of the bookstore.
There are two more open courtyards in Baijiabao where Xianjia missiles are placed.
Under the command of Mr. Bai, a large group of people carried large blocks and had a great time playing with the blocks.
It's a pity that Li Daoxuan didn't see the grand occasion of hundreds of people playing with building blocks, otherwise they would have had fun for several days.
Finally, the three Xianjia missiles were completed.
Mr. Bai completed his mission and was driven back to Gaojiacun by Bai Yuan, who did not allow his half-grown child to stay on the battlefield.
Gao Chuwu and Zheng Daniu brought hundreds of plastic cannonballs to them. Each of these cannonballs was as long as two people stacking Arhats, but it was not a stone, but a hard plastic. Although it was large, it was not heavy. It was almost A villager can easily lift this "big cannonball" and stuff it into the barrel of the missile launcher.
Bai Yuan personally directed a large group of villagers and healthy women to practice the "loading of ammunition" action. The Xianjia missile can continuously fire eight shells at a time. Each shell requires a group of people to be responsible for it. Therefore, eight groups of people and three missiles need to be prepared. It is necessary to prepare twenty-four groups of people.
It took more than a hundred villagers to complete this feat of loading ammunition!
They must practice proficiently and move quickly to make the reloading time of the Xianjia missile as short as possible, so that they can be more confident when facing the rebel army.
This caused a hundred people to circle around the missile launcher and practice the loading action repeatedly.
Cheng Xu stood aside and watched, and the strange feeling arose in his heart: This is a big drought. These villagers are carrying big and heavy shells in circles. They must be hungry very quickly. How can they be willing to listen with all their heart? Did you arrange it?
Just as he was thinking about what he had and what he didn't have, he saw the Bai family's butler coming out with a group of servants. The servants were carrying several large baskets, each of which was filled with fine white-flour steamed buns.
The flour used in these steamed buns looks good at first glance, it is white and tender, and the steamed buns are not stingy at all, they are all big and honest.
The housekeeper shouted loudly: "Master Bai has ordered us to eat the steamed buns and then continue practicing..."
The villagers gathered around with a "boom" sound. Each person grabbed two steamed buns in their hands and bit them hard. A huge crescent shape was formed on the buns. Their cheeks bulged high and they squirmed, and their speech became slurred. Unclear: "Hmm...it smells so good...delicious..."
"Well...it's good to do things for Mr. Bai...you have enough to eat."
When Cheng Xu saw this scene, he couldn't help but be stunned: Damn it, Bai Yuan, how dare you feed the villagers? None of my soldiers dared to eat like this.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn around to look at his soldiers, the regular soldiers of the imperial court. Now they were all staring at the steamed buns in the hands of the villagers and drooling.
Cheng Xu could only let out a long sigh.
He understood that the life of military households was quite difficult. Since the Wanli period, the imperial court had not issued military pay in a serious manner. It was delayed every month, and many military households fled, and many of them even joined the rebel army. Among them, everyone has become a fierce soldier in the bandit army.
In order to appease these soldiers who had been with him for many years, Cheng Xu even paid out of his own pocket several times, which was quite painful to think about.
"bump!"
A large basket was placed in front of Cheng Xu, filled with white-faced steamed buns. The steward of the Bai family smiled and said: "General Cheng, give these steamed buns to your military officers.
Cheng Xu cheered up. I came here to eat at a wealthy restaurant. He waved to his men: "Eat, no need to be polite to Mr. Bai. His ancestors had a prefect and two county magistrates. They were very rich. You can’t eat him down.”
The soldiers were overjoyed and surrounded them with a bang. They grabbed the snow-white buns with their black hands and made a black handprint.
But this is a trivial matter. Black handprints are black handprints. Anyway, it was my own hand that caught the black one, so I ate it as usual. It was so delicious that I couldn’t help but lick my hands after eating, turning my black hands white. Quite a few.
In the early morning of the next day, just after dawn, the sentry shouted loudly: "The bandits are coming, the bandits are coming down the mountain."
"Empty, empty, empty!"
The sound of banging bamboo tubes rang in the sky above Baijiabao.
Bai Yuan and Cheng Xu appeared on the turret immediately. They looked towards Huanglong Mountain to the north and saw a large number of bandits on the hillside, slowly coming down the hillside.
This time the scale of the bandit army was much larger than last time.
Cheng Xu only took one look and said: "Three thousand! At least three thousand! This time Luochuan Buzhanni and Yichuan Zuo Guazi came together."
The last time he heard the news that these two people were coming together, Cheng Xu was scared to death, but now that he has seen them coming, he is not afraid anymore. This is probably because "all fear comes from lack of firepower", as long as He had enough firepower, but he was still afraid of a hammer. His great-grandmother had long been forgotten by him.
He gestured with the hillside with his hand and said with a sigh: "That's almost it. They have already entered the range of the missile."
Bai Yuan said "Hey": "Did you walk in?"
Cheng Xu: "Mr. Bai, your ability to measure distances with your eyes should be learned from us soldiers."
Bai Yuan flicked open the folding fan, revealing the word "Junzi" on it: "This skill has nothing to do with the Six Arts of the Gentleman. It doesn't matter if you learn it or not.
Cheng Xu: "..."
Damn, I really want to hit him, but now is not the time to hit him.
Cheng Xu turned around and shouted to the villagers who had just taken their positions: "Get ready to launch missiles."
As soon as the villagers heard the order, no matter who gave it, they immediately took action. This is what happens with untrained fish troops. Whoever has the loudest voice can take command.
Bai Yuan didn't mind that Cheng Xuyue took over his command of the villagers. He stood on the city wall with his hands behind his hands, looking far away, looking at the rebel army slowly coming down the hillside.
The bandits are coming down the mountain.
Bu Zhanni was cursing: "Damn it, Baijiapu, with just a few hundred people, actually made me suffer a big mistake. That useless patrolman Cheng Xu actually got tough. Isn't it just with a few broken machines?" Trebuchets, a few giant ballistas?
Zuo Guazi said: "How can this small castle come with so many siege weapons?"
Bu Zhan Mu: "How do I know? I still want to ask."
Zuo Guazi turned around and whispered: "Lao Lu, tell me how to deal with it?"
A fierce bandit came out from behind Zuo Guazi. He was actually wearing armor, and it was the iconic cloth armor of the Ming Dynasty. He had a knife on his waist and a Kaiyuan bow on his back. You could tell at a glance that this guy had served as an officer and soldier.
Everyone only knew that his surname was Lu, that he was a frontier soldier, and that he had fought many battles with the northern vagrants, but no one knew his full name. After all, rebels these days had to use a pseudonym, so as not to injure their relatives.
Lao Lu laughed and said: "They were wary of us attacking from the north. The trebuchets and giant ballistae would be facing the north. After we got down the mountain, we divided the army into two and circled the Bai family. As we move towards the fort, the two eldest brothers, Bu Zhanni and Zuo Guazi, will each lead a force and attack from the east and west sides. Their siege weapons are inconvenient to turn around and they don't care about the left and right at all."
Bu Zhanni and Zuo Guazi were overjoyed: "It's a good strategy. Those who have been soldiers know better about fighting."
As soon as the two said this, they heard their subordinates shouting: "Huh? Something is flying over?"
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