Feng Yongcheng, Song Fei, Tan Xing, Huang Xiaoniu and others opened their eyes wide and looked towards the direction of the explosion.
The table array seems to be basically successful so far, but can this Eight Immortals table withstand the explosion of a barbarian gunpowder bag?
A burst of black smoke rolled up, and then the acrid smoke came over.
Someone screamed, but it was unclear whether they were injured or dead.
At this time, the Hu Renchao outside the pass saw the situation and hurriedly waved a small flag in their hands to indicate that the explosion effect was good.
The barbarian catapult centurion couldn't help but be overjoyed and beat the drum even more fiercely.
When the Hu soldiers heard that the effect was good, they couldn't help but be overjoyed. They shouted slogans and pulled the catapult.
They replaced the stones one after another with gunpowder packets and kerosene packets.
On top of the city wall, a gust of wind blew, and the black smoke finally dissipated.
The quilt on the table had been blown to pieces, and the table top was almost in pieces, but it protected the people under the table well.
But the security guards near the table were not so lucky. More than a dozen people were hit in the face and chest by ceramic shards, and the screams came from them.
"Their faces were filled with black smoke and blood was flowing out. They looked terrifying." Looking at the injured people, Tan Xing shook his head.
Feng Yongcheng looked carefully and nodded, "No one fell down. It seems that the situation is not serious. Nurse, nurse."
A crisp voice of agreement came over, and Qiu Ruoshui, the head nurse, brought a group of nurses and immediately took the stretcher and put the injured on the stretcher for treatment.
"This gunpowder bag is estimated to weigh more than thirty kilograms, otherwise it wouldn't be so powerful." Seinfeld thought for a while and said with a frown.
Feng Yongcheng nodded happily and said: "If it weren't for Master's Eight Immortals Table, there would probably be more than a dozen people dead instead of injured."
After saying that, he bowed his hand in the direction of Chengdu Zhao Ping, thanking his master for his invention.
Song Fei, Tan Xing and others nodded and bowed their hands towards Chengdu together, thanking the little saint for his invention.
They were not happy for long, and the barbarians' trebuchets began to show their power.
Song Fei looked at the Hu people's trebuchet array, frowned and said: "The Hu people have open terrain, which is suitable for placing trebuchets. They have placed a large number of trebuchets."
"The terrain of the city gate is narrow and not suitable for placement. It's good to be able to place three of them." Tan Xing looked at the barbarian trebuchet array, then counted the three trebuchets on the city gate, and couldn't help but shake his head.
The three trebuchets above the city gate also began to throw gunpowder packets, but because the number was far less than that of the Hu people, the effect was not obvious.
"No, this time the barbarian trebuchet sent not only gunpowder packets, but also kerosene. What are you waiting for with the crossbow? Let me fire it." Feng Yongcheng shouted loudly.
Hearing the loud shout from General Feng Yongcheng, the bed crossbow formation began to take action.
The commander of the formation, Ran Liyuan, received the order, and with a creaking sound, he personally operated a crossbow with a group of people.
He had already aimed at a trebuchet, and now he struck the machine with a hammer.
Bang bang, the four-foot-long bed crossbow arrow weighing two kilograms was released by the huge elastic force, and shot in this direction like a meteor.
Bang bang, that trebuchet was hit by the shot, shook a few times and finally fell apart.
But this opportunity is not available to everyone, and other bed crossbows do not have such good luck.
Not to be outdone, the barbarians' trebuchet fired another fuel bag about a foot high and flew over the city gate.
If this landed on a crowd, it would definitely burn people alive because it uses fuel such as vegetable oil.
Huang Xiaoniu held a tin trumpet and shouted: "Li Silang, Wang Wulang, go and catch the fireball."
Fireballs look like blazing fire, but they are actually far less dangerous than boulders and gunpowder packets.
But there is a premise for this, that is, the fireball cannot be touched on the body, otherwise it cannot be extinguished. Until it burns out.
Under Huang Xiaoniu's command, the two Eight Immortals tables kept changing their positions until the fireball fell.
Li Silang was experienced and finally caught the fireball.
"Bang bang, bang bang", the fireball suddenly cracked on the Eight Immortals Table, and fuel splashed with sparks.
The Eight Immortals table was burned by the strong fireball, and the quilt on it was quickly dried, and then the table also began to burn.
Not only did the table begin to burn, but the dozen or so people covered in fuel also began to burn.
When the Hu people in the chariot, which was more than two feet high from the ground, saw the news, they immediately sent out a signal through a small flag, saying that kerosene burned better.
Another centurion of the Hu people personally operated the trebuchet, but was unexpectedly shot by a crossbow from the city. After shaking for a while, it finally disintegrated.
The barbarian centurion had to move another new trebuchet, and a large number of trebuchets were placed behind them.
Unfortunately, due to terrain restrictions, only a maximum of twenty trebuchets can be used.
The flames on the people and tables above the city gate were getting bigger and bigger. A captain of a thousand Hu people saw it and couldn't help laughing.
"The vegetable oil splashed on the body and started burning. No matter how much it was put out, it couldn't be extinguished. It seems that this group of Nanman was doomed." Another barbarian captain also laughed.
Seinfeld shouted: "River sand, river sand."
Xiong Hu immediately led a group of security guards, scooped up the river sand in the bucket with a shovel, and sprinkled it on people and tables.
Part of the Eight Immortals Table has turned into black charcoal, and it is obviously not suitable as a defensive weapon.
Under the influence of the river sand, the flame began to become smaller and eventually extinguished.
Although the flames were extinguished, the soldiers stained by the fuel still suffered burn wounds.
Qiu Ruoshui immediately led a group of nurses to treat the soldiers with safflower oil and earthworm saliva.
"Master is really powerful. He had already anticipated the Hu Ren's move. Not only was it effective, but no one was killed at all."
Seeing that the river sand and the medicine had good effects, Feng Yongcheng couldn't help but boast about the magic conch, and after speaking, he saluted Zhao Ping from Chengdu.
While praising his master Zhao Ping, he also constantly improved his status, attracting envy from others.
After hearing this, the officers and soldiers of the security group couldn't help but feel greatly boosted in morale. The security group had finally taken over the three tricks of the Hu people.
Sein Fei looked at the situation on the field, frowned, and suddenly shouted loudly: "The Hu people's trebuchets don't throw stones, they throw gunpowder packets and kerosene packets, and the accuracy is getting higher and higher. No, there are gunpowder packets again." And the fire oil packets were thrown up."
"Sure enough, more and more kerosene and gunpowder packets are being thrown at them. It seems that the barbarians are about to attack." Tan Xing said worriedly.
If just now the barbarians occasionally threw packets of gunpowder and kerosene into the city gate, now they are throwing them at the city gate only half of the time.
"The Hu people have mastered the method of using trebuchets to project gunpowder packets and kerosene packets, which are five tests for the city gate." Feng Yongcheng shouted loudly, "Huang Xiaoniu is preparing."
Swish, swish, packets of gunpowder and kerosene kept flying over the city gate.
Huang Xiaoniu couldn't help being shocked, and ordered the soldiers at the Eight Immortals Table to pick up the gunpowder and kerosene bags.
Boom, boom, boom, gunpowder packets kept exploding on the Eight Immortals table.
Bang bang, bang bang, packets of fire oil kept splashing on the Eight Immortals table.
As more and more gunpowder packets and kerosene packets were thrown at the city walls, the scope of the explosion and burning became wider and wider.
Everyone in Huang Xiaoniu's formation went into defense, and she had to arrange another formation to defend the tower.
"The Hu people's offensive is too fierce," Feng Yongcheng frowned more and more, "Now more and more security guards are injured."
"Fortunately, some of them were burned by fuel and some were injured by gunpowder charges. There were no deaths." Seinfeld said in a more relaxed tone.
"These soldiers were slightly injured at first, and then more and more wounded were even seriously injured." Feng Yongcheng frowned when he saw the situation in front of him. "If this trend continues, I'm afraid death will occur."
Although death is inevitable, the security team can avoid it as much as possible and even include casualties as an assessment indicator.
In other words, even if the battle is won, the casualty rate is too high, which will also have an impact on the military success.
Feng Yongcheng is the general, Song Fei is the deputy general, and the chief secretary is Tan Xing.
As a general, he was most worried about the casualty rate of these 1,500 soldiers.
"The general should be happy." Sein Fei nodded, looked at the situation on the field, and said, "Fortunately, no one has died yet. This is a miracle."
"It seems that this is the focus of the Hu people's attack. We try to avoid casualties. It seems that we have to work hard to nurse them." Tan Xing looked at the busy nurses and felt a little comfort.
"These nurses are usually idle, but now they are the busiest." Feng Yongcheng felt a little sad for these little ladies.
"That is, although more and more people are injured, they are not panicking. With these nurses, their lives are guaranteed." Seinfeld continued.
They kept applying medicine and bandages to the wounded, and even broke out in a stinky sweat.
You know, it's not spring or autumn, but winter.
Under the command of Huang Xiaoniu, the Eight Immortals Table in another formation of the security group was thrown into the defense of the barbarians' gunpowder and kerosene bags.
"There are gaps in the table array in the tower. It seems that the situation is not good." Feng Yongcheng's eyebrows furrowed more and more tightly.
Song Fei looked at the trebuchets and trebuchets on the city gate, then looked at the trebuchets of the barbarians in front of him, and sighed: "Unfortunately, due to the limitations of the city gate site, we cannot arrange more trebuchets and trebuchets."
"Our counterattack is still good. The Crossbow Formation commanded by Xiong Hu also fought back hard. So far they have hit five barbarian trebuchets." Tan Xing finally felt a little relieved.
Feng Yongcheng took a closer look and found that three of the Hu trebuchets were scrapped and two were damaged.
"After our trebuchets were fired many times, they finally achieved results. They also achieved a record of destroying and damaging one of them." Seinfeld sighed, obviously not as satisfied with the results of the trebuchets as the bed crossbows.
"The results are worthy of praise." Feng Yongcheng took over the words of the two men and suddenly changed his words, "It is a pity that the trebuchets behind the Hu people are lined up with wheels waiting to enter the battlefield."
Tan Xing raised his head as high as possible so that he could see further, and his tone was unclear whether it was comfort or ridicule: "If the space was not limited, the Hu people could even put in forty trebuchets, and then the city would suffer more losses."
Feng Yongcheng looked at another formation, which was not yet in use. He looked at the barbarians outside the city, wondering what he was thinking.
The situation in the city was promptly reported by the Hu Chao chariot through the small flag to Hadleji, the captain of ten thousand who manipulated the Hu people.
Hadelaji couldn't help but be overjoyed, and the war drum beat louder.
Hearing the intensive sound of the war drums of the Captain, he knew that this was the signal for a formal attack.
The Hu soldiers no longer hesitated, shouted and quickened their pace.
Instead of a thousand arrows being fired in unison, now tens of thousands of arrows were fired in unison, shooting densely toward the city like raindrops.
At this time, the Hu people descended from the snow base, and the arrows they shot were not ordinary arrows, but all rockets.
The twenty-plus trebuchets were like crazy, constantly throwing gunpowder packets and kerosene packets at the city gate.
There were constant rumbling and explosion sounds in the city, followed by bursts of black smoke and bursts of fire.
From the perspective of the Hu people outside the pass, the city was obviously attacked ferociously by the Hu people, causing serious casualties and losses.
The excited Hu infantry shouted, ran to the moat, and lowered the trench bridge.
Thousands of barbarians passed through the trench bridge, pushed the ladders, and crossed the moat.
Amidst the creaking and creaking sounds, four Lu Gong chariots also slowly crossed the river and attacked the city gate.
