Young Master Liu was looking at the rebels being fired on the city wall with relish, when Han Zhong hurried over.
"Commander, there are only more than 1,300 shells left. Do you want to continue firing after the artillery cools down?"
Han Zhong didn't realize at all how Young Master Liu, who was riding a horse just now, appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.
Young Master Liu grabbed Han Zhong's armor with a ferocious expression and roared.
"You're a damn cannonball eater. In less than two days, you fired more than 1,700 cannons and earned tens of thousands of taels of silver. Almost 100,000 taels of silver were gone so quickly. It's only been two days. You told me quickly No more?"
Han Zhong's mouth twitched as he looked at Young Master Liu's ferocious expression.
"Commander, we have to speak with conscience. The three-stage indirect fire is your order."
"Let's just say that thirty artillery pieces are fired one after another, and one round of artillery fire will produce thirty artillery shells. We have three hundred artillery pieces that take turns to fire, and if we use more than a hundred each time, we will need hundreds of artillery shells!"
"It's not that I use them quickly, it's that we don't have many shells to begin with."
Young Master Liu let go of Han Zhong's armor with an embarrassed look on his face, and lightly slapped himself in the face.
"Damn, this young master is such a fucking prodigal son."
Han Zhong scratched his ears helplessly: "Commander, should we continue to fire?"
Young Master Liu looked hesitant. The consumption of the shells was beyond his expectation, and it would be very detrimental to his own side if this continued.
Young Master Liu is not afraid to fight with the rebels with real swords and guns. After all, the soldiers and horses under his command are all elites who have been born in the sea of blood. However, no matter how elite they are, they are not invincible. Fighting with real swords and guns One plane will eventually suffer casualties.
Young Master Liu was not sure how many casualties there would be.
However, Mr. Liu is the kind of character who can solve problems remotely but avoids close combat.
But the number of shells is a flaw.
Young Master Liu sighed helplessly: "Why don't you prepare more cannonballs? Knowing that I am in urgent need, I got 3,000 cannonballs. You are deliberately trying to make things difficult for me."
Han Zhong's face froze, and he secretly thought that the young master was really good at throwing the blame.
"Commander, you also said it was an urgent matter. If you suddenly send a message, you can find these ox-carts and horse-drawn carriages to transport artillery, thunderbolts, flintlocks and other things. They can't carry many shells at all."
"but......."
"But what? It's already this time and you're still hesitant to say anything."
"Um... Before Beizhi came to the capital from the East China Sea, I arranged for Beizhi's deputy to go to people's homes to buy bicycle frames. I think it will take a few days to transport another batch of shells."
Young Master Liu's eyes lit up: "How many are there?"
"two thousand!"
"Only two thousand is enough for what you can do, so you can't get more."
"Master, these cannonballs are much more difficult to cast than the previous cannonballs. All the stocks in the warehouse add up to only so much."
"If the quality cannot be guaranteed, I dare to let them cast it at will, but do you dare to let the brothers use it at will?"
"If this thing injures one of our own people, I can't bear the responsibility of my humble position."
Young Master Liu also understood Han Zhong's difficulties, and what he said just now was just complaining.
"Two thousand is just two thousand. It's better than nothing. You, the golden eagle, send a letter to urge your deputies to come as soon as possible, and try to arrive within three to five days."
"yes!"
"Then shall we continue to fire?"
"Continue to fire three hundred cannons, leaving a thousand for emergencies. Fire cannons at areas where the rebels are densely populated. Damn it, if you don't casualty seven or eight rebels with one cannon, I feel like I'm losing money."
"Yes, I have nothing else to do, so I just went to take command first."
"good!"
After Han Zhong left, Young Master Liu got on his horse and lowered his head in deep thought, trying to figure out how to replace the sharp attack of the artillery.
The little cutie looked at her father's unhappy look, and raised her hand to pull at the stubble on his chin.
"Dad, what's wrong? Why are you so depressed? Have you encountered something difficult? Let Yue'er tell it, in case Yue'er can help you think of a solution!"
Young Master Liu came to his senses, chuckled and gave the little cutie a headache.
"Stinky girl, if you protect yourself from getting hurt, don't cause trouble to daddy, and don't make daddy worry, that's the greatest help to daddy."
"The official battle hasn't started yet. Once it starts, you must stay close to daddy when the arrows are flying all over the sky, you know?"
"The one who can move freely in the volley of thousands of arrows. Dad has been around for thirty years and only you, Aunt Ya, can do it. Others have enough skills but not good body skills. Once their internal strength is exhausted, they will sooner or later turn into a hornet's nest."
"No matter how powerful one person is, he can't stop an army of thousands."
"snort......"
The little cutie wrinkled her tender nose and snorted softly.
"Dad, you really look down on people. Yue'er is the marshal of the Jin Kingdom's 600,000-strong army. If you haven't eaten pork, you have seen pigs running away."
"Although you are my father, you have gone on so many expeditions and you have not led as many troops as Yue'er once!"
Young Master Liu looked helplessly at the cute little girl with a proud face: "Okay, just tell me that this dad won't argue with you."
"Good daughter, Daddy is still saying the same thing. As long as you don't cause trouble to Daddy, you are treating me..."
As Liu Mingzhi spoke, his speaking speed slowed down until his words completely stopped.
Because he thought of one thing from his childhood sweet words, the war documents outside Yingzhou City that Ben Kuang gave to him when he returned home.
"Yue'er, can daddy ask you something?"
"Okay! Dad, tell me."
"Was it your idea to throw Lei Zhenzi back onto the city wall, or was it the idea of that old man Wanyan Chizha?"
The little cutie was startled, her snow-white neck shrunk, and she didn't dare to look into her father's eyes.
Young Master Liu saw what was going on when Little Cutie looked like this. He put the shield in Little Cutie's hand, and Young Master Liu turned over and dismounted.
"Good girl, hold the shield to protect yourself and supervise the formation for your father."
The little cutie nodded excitedly.
"Yeah, yeah, dad, don't worry, Yue'er will definitely take care of you."
Young Master Liu gestured towards the city wall and waved to Du Yu who was standing beside him: "Du Yu, come here."
"Commander, what's wrong?"
"Are our brothers in the baggage army carrying fifty crossbows?"
"Yes, but it has been dismantled into parts. If you want to use it, Marshal, I will have the brothers assemble it right away. It only takes a few sticks of incense."
"Let's go together. You ask Mingfeng to move a box of Lei Zhenzi that Han Zhong brought from the East China Sea. I have thought of a way. I don't know if it is feasible. Let's try it."
"Okay! Let's go now."
After half a stick of incense, a long and thick arrow was placed on a bed crossbow, with a thunderbolt tied to the arrow pointed at the snow in the distance.
Young Master Liu wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Du Yu, as soon as I move my hand, you hit the hammer immediately, otherwise we will both die."
Du Yu swallowed with a solemn expression and nodded hesitantly: "Commander, are you sure you're fine? This thing is not much less powerful than a cannonball!"
"Huh...it's just because I don't know, so I gave it a try!"
Du Yu's face turned bitter: "Try it? Marshal, this thing can kill you. Is there anyone who would risk his life?"
"What are you afraid of? You already have two sons, so you don't need to be afraid of the last child."
"I still have three wives, and I haven't lived enough yet!"
"I'm so handsome and he still has nine ladies. What did I say? If you die, you'll die for tens of thousands of years. At worst, you'll have to start all over again and do it!"
Liu Dashao turned around and ran away as soon as he pulled the string.
"Fuck! Liu Mingzhi, you uncle."
Du Yu let out a fragrant exclamation, knocked down the hammer, held his head and ran towards the distance.
Only a loud noise came from a few hundred steps away.
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