Zhang Shize put down his wine glass and suddenly said, "Hey, something's wrong. Why didn't I hear the lights-out signal from the Beijing Camp tonight?"
Yang Fan smiled and said, "That's because they are not in the military camp at all."
Zhang Shize asked hurriedly: "Where did you transfer the Beijing camp?"
"I took a boat to Henan. I was one mile upstream and built a pontoon bridge last night. When the Oirat people are exhausted today, I will let the Beijing camp cross the pontoon bridge and attack them."
Yang Fan continued: "There are too many people in Oirat, and I don't have a good solution. As you know the level of equipment of the Jingying camp, it is impossible to defeat the Oirat people. If it were really broad daylight, both sides would fight in formation. The firearms of the Jingying camp , but they don’t have as many camel cannons. And they have at least 50,000 firecrackers, all of which are high-performance matchlock guns from Central Asia. We have no chance of winning."
Zhang Shize said: "They want to attack at night, and you are waiting for them to fight at night to offset their firearm advantage."
Yang Fan said: "Yes, since they are out at night, how can I give up such a good opportunity? I must seize every opportunity to weaken them and eat them one by one."
Zhang Shize said: "Actually, if Your Majesty gives us the carriage camp, we won't be afraid of the Oirat people's camel cannon and matchlock guns. Unfortunately, Your Majesty will never release the carriage camp."
Yang Fan smiled bitterly and said: "If you fall into His Majesty's hands, you will give up."
Zhang Shize has led a car camp for a while and is very aware of the importance of a car camp. He was very dissatisfied with the fact that the emperor handed over the carriage camp to him and then handed it over to Zhou Yuji, and he has always been unwilling to accept it.
Yang Fan had an expression on his face that said, "You are thinking about shit."
Doesn't Yang Fan know that the armored carriages in the carriage camp are equipped with 500 heavy-duty copper-fired cannons, with an effective range of 500 meters and a maximum range of nearly 800 meters? There are also six thousand Rumi musketeers and matchlock soldiers. In addition, the various sizes of firearms in the hands of the Beijing camp, such as general cannons, Fran cannons, tiger squat cannons, etc. There are also 40,000 infantrymen. You can definitely take him out to fight with the Oirat people.
But now, the emperor has captured Zhou Yuji. In Zhang Shize's words, Zhou Yuji was a bastard who followed the emperor wholeheartedly.
The emperor now firmly grasped this most capable force in the Ming Dynasty. The emperor will never return it to Yang Fan. Not even a chance would be given.
If Zhou Yuji hadn't already been married, maybe the emperor would have granted him a marriage.
At this time, overwhelming fireballs flew down from the dark night sky. Draw a bright trajectory. Then some fell in front of the city wall, some fell behind the city wall, and many directly hit the surface of the city wall. A few even fell on the horse path of the city wall.
The team trainers on the city hid tightly under the crenellations, praying in their hearts that these big rocks and fireballs would not hit them.
Zhang Xiaochen is a corps leader with four brothers. Squatting against the crenellations on the outer wall of the city wall.
A fireball flew in and hit the burning crucible. Smash the iron-making crucible to pieces.
The red molten iron splashed everywhere instantly. Several team members around were splashed with molten iron, and they suddenly rolled and wailed in pain.
Zhang Xiaochen looked at it, trembling with fear. This is molten iron. Even if a little bit of it splashes on your body, you will be crippled. How can a flesh and blood body withstand this thing?
Although the arrow tower at the north gate is made of reinforced concrete. But it was also covered with tiles. The arrow tower became a key target of attack. Several stone bullets smashed through the roof and fell into the arrow tower building.
But the people inside had prepared fireproof water tanks and bags of sand and soil in advance. The fire was put out immediately.
Yan Yingyuan lay on the window and looked out, seeing fireballs streaking across the night sky. He asked anxiously: "How are the brothers in the city? Are there many casualties? Why haven't the trebuchets fired yet?"
His lieutenant general Yuan Jiang said: "Sir, there have been more than 300 casualties. Moreover, the iron crucibles were hit in several places, and the iron liquid splashed, injuring many brothers. As for the trebuchet, I am afraid that the target cannot be seen. It’s too dark outside the city, and I don’t even know where their trebuchets are. There’s no way to hit them.”
Yan Yingyuan sighed, the fight went very smoothly during the day. casualties
Very few, killing a lot of enemy troops. But the Oirat people were not stupid and continued the fight at night. Now the situation on both sides was reversed.
The city walls are gray-white. The city wall can be seen below, but the bottom of the city wall cannot be seen.
"Let the brothers be patient for a while. When their infantry comes up with ladders, they will stop throwing stones." Yan Yingyuan had no good solution. All we can do is wait.
At this time, a large number of enemies had already arrived pushing building carts and siege engines. Because the trench has been filled in. With a roaring sound, these siege weapons were set up on the city wall again.
Zhang Xiaochen jumped up and shouted: "Brothers, the police are coming, get up."
After saying this, he pulled the flail from the crenel. With a bang, an enemy was hit in the head and fell down without even a grunt. It fell to the ground with a plop.
The flail is a powerful weapon for defending the city. Because it is connected with a chain, it can hit people behind the wall through the wall. The short iron rods of these flails are cast with triangular pyramids. If they are hit, the bones will definitely be broken. Wearing armor is useless, even plate armor can cause serious internal injuries.
Yang Fan was not short of iron, so he equipped the team defending the city with flails in addition to simple knives. Each of them was also given a chainmail suit. At this time, Yang Fan didn't even bother to figure out who should pay.
Chain mail is made of iron wire braided into iron rings densely connected. Mainly light and cheap. It is very efficient to pull out steel wire in Yang Fan's factory. As for using pliers to make small steel rings and connect them into armor. The workers' families can do this job.
The elderly and children who have no jobs at home can have their nails done at home. They received the raw materials and tools from the factory, made a pair of chain armor, and received a reward of one hundred copper coins. There are plenty of steel wires, and there are plenty of people. This thing is not technically difficult, and it is a labor-intensive industry.
It has become normal for these small family workshops to take over the work from factories. It's a bit like during World War II, when the little devils gave all the odd jobs in the arsenal to the residents to work at home. These small workshops produce the vast majority of ammunition.
The reason is to equip the team with simple swords. Mainly this kind of thing is usually used as a waist knife and for melee combat. Plug in the horse stick and it can be used as a long weapon. It can chop and stab.
It is very convenient to cut and stab from the crenellations of the city wall.
At this time, the entire northern city wall became noisy. The officers were shouting loudly, urging the regiment training soldiers to pick up their weapons and shoot down the Oirat people.
