Jiang Yi nodded and said firmly: "We can't count on reinforcements now, we can only rely on ourselves."
"Although there are many Hu people, their weapons are not as good as ours, not to mention their geographical advantages." Jiang Yi analyzed the characteristics of both sides and kept cheering himself up.
Liu Li nodded, looked at the soldiers of the security regiment in front of him, and said proudly: "Everyone in the security regiment is an elite, one is worth ten. How can we be afraid of these barbarians?"
Jiang Yi nodded and said decisively: "As long as one person is here, the position will be there."
At this time, the barbarians had already rushed to the top of the slopes on both sides, shouting and rushing down from the top of the slope.
The city wall connects the slopes on both sides, which is just conducive to the impact.
Boom, boom, boom, thunder continues to explode on the slope.
While dodging the cyclone cannon weapons of the security group, the barbarians rushed towards the city wall crazily.
The fort is in the middle of the city wall. As long as the city wall is occupied, the fort will be occupied, and the barbarian's goal will be achieved.
The solitary peak of Dangkou Temple is not flat, the whole is concave, with convex shapes on both sides.
The Hu people climbed up from the cliff at the bottom of the mountain and naturally chose the concave area to attack.
This concave shape is about thirty steps wide, but the security team built a section of city wall on it, which just filled the concave shape.
The city wall is about four steps wide and has crenels on it. Of course, the crenellations are aimed at where the barbarians can climb.
The city wall is extremely well-defended, with forts and command rooms.
The city wall has horse paths and stairs to facilitate the transportation of weapons, grain and fodder.
There is a small street behind the city wall, with the security team's rest room on one side and the temple on the other.
When barbarians climb to the top of the mountain, why can't they bypass the rest room?
The temples, city walls, and rest rooms of Dangkou Temple almost fill up the peak of Dangkou Temple, making it impossible for barbarians to take a detour.
These joyful barbarians finally climbed up. When they saw the layout, they couldn't help but cursed: "Nanman, why are you so abominable that the warriors of the Khanate cannot pass."
The barbarians had just rushed beyond the connection between the city wall and the hillside, and faced the table array.
The cyclone cannons of the table formation kept firing thunderbolts at them, forcing them to run towards the hillside.
When they reached the top of the slope, the Hu people finally felt safer. After all, their position was higher than the city wall.
They shot arrows at the city wall and attacked the city wall at the same time.
Archery at the top of a mountain is certainly less labor-intensive than archery at a pass, and at the same time it can shoot farther and be more powerful.
Jiang Yi saw the barbarians rushing to the top of the mountain and shouted: "Table array."
Bang bang, bang bang, most of the barbarians’ arrows were hiding on the Eight Immortals Table.
The Hugefu's and the centurions and ten-centurions are stronger and can shoot farther.
Their target was the cyclone cannon in the middle. The cyclone cannon there kept firing thunderous thunder at the barbarians.
Even if the Hu people hid on the top of the slope, they would avoid being bombed.
The cyclone cannon was the biggest nemesis of the Hu people, making them afraid and eager to smash them.
If it weren't for these five cyclone cannons, they would have already occupied the lonely peak with their superior strength.
Their purpose is to occupy the lonely peak of Dangkou Temple, and the key to the lonely peak is the fort.
"General Hu, this whirlwind cannon is different from the whirlwind cannon of the Khanate." Morhao, a barbarian centurion, was shooting arrows and sizing up the cyclone cannon, and said to Hugfu.
Although it was night, because it was close to the full moon, they were on the top of the slope and could barely see the cyclone cannon of the security group clearly.
Another centurion, Jingsite, was also shooting arrows while sizing up the cyclone cannon.
"It is true that this is different from the cyclone cannon of the Khanate. The cyclone cannon of the khanate requires full rotation of both hands to launch the firearm." He thought for a moment and said, "But the cyclone cannon of the Nanman can be fired with a light step of the right foot. It was launched, and it was launched farther, and its speed was far better than that of the Khanate."
"General Hu, if you can steal a cyclone cannon made by Nanman, it will definitely be a great achievement." When Mo Hao said this, his saliva almost flowed out.
Jingsit also nodded, with a greedy look in his eyes: "This cyclone cannon is far more powerful than the cyclone cannon of the Khanate. If the Khanate can get it, it can change the entire war situation."
Hu Gefu used to be a centurion like them. He was promoted from centurion to deputy centurion because he found that the southern barbarians on the mountain were not strong enough.
With this precedent in front of them, why not make the two centurions excited.
Hu Gefu was not a fool, so he naturally knew what his two men were thinking.
As long as their group can grab a cyclone cannon, their subordinates may be promoted to deputy captain.
Of course he went to the next level, at least as a captain, and became a real general.
Hugefu's eyes were also full of greed, and then he couldn't help but sigh.
"General, don't you want to win this tornado cannon?" Mo Hao and Jing Si Te looked at each other with disappointment in their eyes.
Hugfu was shooting arrows while sizing up the cyclone cannon. He shook his head and said, "Who doesn't want the credit? Not to mention whether the cyclone cannon can be snatched. Even if it is snatched, how can it be carried down the mountain? How can it be thrown from the mountain?"
Hugefu's words were like a basin of cold water, dousing the raging fire in their hearts.
Morhao was not reconciled and said: "What's so difficult about this? The valley is where the warriors of the Khanate live. It's less than two miles from here to the valley, or even only one mile."
"This cyclone cannon is not easy to grab. We just need to draw the appearance of the cyclone cannon and let the skilled craftsmen of the Khanate make it." Jingsite shook his head and expressed his opinion.
Mo Hao looked at Jingsi Te and his tone was full of ridicule: "When will Jingsi Centurion be able to draw? Draw it for us to see."
Most of the Hu people were warriors and looked down upon the Han people at all.
It was only at this time that they discovered that without the Han people, they would not have been able to draw the appearance of the cyclone cannon.
Hugefu felt a little troubled when he saw the two men arguing non-stop.
"Stop arguing and let me calm down. The key now is to attack. If you can capture it, it's better. If you can't capture it, it's better to grab a cyclone cannon." He glared at his two men and fell into thinking.
When the two centurions heard what he said, they stopped making noise and focused on firing arrows.
Hugofu looked at the situation on the field, thought for a while and decided to take two paths.
He said to Jingsi: "Don't you like painting? Then you can use sheepskin to draw something."
"General, how can I draw if I don't have a brush?" Jingsi was very happy at first. Hugfu finally figured it out, but he couldn't draw and he didn't have a brush, so how could he draw.
Hugefu carefully took out a charcoal pen from his chest. He bought it from a Han businessman and it took him a long time.
Hugfu felt distressed and handed the charcoal to Jingsite and said, "Now that you have a pen, draw quickly."
Jing Site couldn't help but be overjoyed. He felt relieved about the bow and arrow in his hands, while he looked at the cyclone cannon of the security group, but it looked blurry.
"General, I can't see this clearly and can't draw it." Jingsite tried his best to open his eyes, rubbed them again, and said in embarrassment.
Hugfu took out a few rockets and said: "Use rockets to illuminate the fine centurion."
After saying that, he lit the rocket with a fire stick and shot it towards the security team.
Since we were climbing a cliff, the Hu people recommended that there were not many rockets with fuel, but we didn’t expect them to come in handy.
Other barbarians also lit rockets and fired one after another at the cyclone cannon.
The barbarians didn't have many rockets, and they didn't shoot towards the Eight Immortals Table, but towards the cyclone cannon.
Jiang Yi, Liu Li and others saw that the Hu people wanted to use rockets to burn the cyclone cannon.
They did not dare to be careless, endured the pain, brandished their swords, and shot down the barbarian arrows.
Although the arrow was knocked down by the sword, it fell to the ground and continued to burn.
This is fuel and cannot be doused with water.
The security team already had a way to deal with the barbarians' rockets.
"Sisha, silt." Jiang Yi shouted.
Soldiers from the security group immediately came up, shoveled sand on top of the rocket with shovels, and the rocket finally gradually extinguished.
Although the rockets went out, the continuous rockets provided light for Jingsite, allowing him to finally complete the cyclone cannon.
After he finished painting, he felt a little embarrassed and said, "General, I'm not good at painting because I'm not good at it."
Hugfu took Jingsite's painting and looked at it with a fire folding instrument.
"It's so exquisite, so exquisite." Jing Site looked at his painting and couldn't help but sigh.
Morhao was also looking at his paintings, and said with great disdain: "The paintings are nondescript, but he still calls his paintings wonderful. I have never seen such a thick-skinned person."
Hugfu did not listen to his opinions, which already made him unhappy. Now Jingsite was bragging again, and he couldn't help but be sarcastic.
Jingsite smiled awkwardly, still looking at the painting.
While looking at the painting, he said: "Of course my painting is extremely ugly. I am not saying that the painting is wonderful, but that the tornado cannon is extremely wonderful."
Hearing Jing Si Te admit that his painting was ugly, Mo Hao felt better and lowered his head to look at the ugly painting.
"This tornado cannon is extremely cleverly conceived and can be said to be ingenious." Jingsite pointed at the painting and said, "The entire cannon relies on a pedal, and then it is transmitted through several things like teeth, and then the power is transferred to the wheel, and the wheel above There are also many barrels, and this barrel can be used to deliver firearms."
After he finished speaking, he drew the Hu people's tornado cannon according to his memory.
The cyclone cannon of the Hu people is the whirlwind cannon of Xixia. The Hu people were originally a group of bandits and they didn't know how to make any equipment.
The Xixia cyclone cannon is just a stick with many ropes on it.
When the barbarians wanted to use the cyclone cannon, they would put the firearm on a rope.
The user then swings the stick, faster and faster.
When the swing reaches a certain speed, the firearm breaks away from the rope and flies out from the cyclone cannon.
"This cyclone cannon in Xixia is not only extremely difficult to operate, but the firearm may hit you because it is difficult to control the direction." Mo Hao looked at the two objects that were both cyclone cannons and expressed his feelings.
Hugfu nodded, with complete admiration in his eyes, and was amazed: "The cyclone cannon of the Security Group can adjust its direction and fire in whichever direction it wants."
"What's rare is that the cyclone cannon of the Security Group not only fires fast, but also farther." Mo Hao said with admiration on his face.
Seeing this ingenious cyclone cannon, their tone changed unconsciously.
They used to be called Nanman, but now they have become a security group.
There is really no harm in comparison. At this time, Jingsi threw the Xixia version of the cyclone cannon painting on the ground.
He shook his head and sighed: "This is not a cyclone cannon. It is just a broom."
"It is indeed similar to a broom." Mo Hao looked at the two objects repeatedly, nodded, and agreed with Jing Site's statement.
"The fine centurion's appearance has been drawn, but for the craftsmen, it still needs to be explained." Hugfu's mind was completely focused on the cyclone cannon of the security group.
He looked at the painting repeatedly, shook his head first, and then nodded, reminding Jingsi Te to say.
Jingsite scratched his head and said sadly: "I just learned to paint on my own, and I didn't follow a famous teacher. To be able to draw like this, I have tried my best."
"It's not bad. With your explanation, the skilled craftsmen of the Khanate can make it." Hugfu looked at Jingsite and ordered: "You lead ten soldiers down the mountain and you must give this painting to the captain of ten thousand. "
Jingsi couldn't help but be overjoyed. Although it was very difficult to go down the mountain, Hugefu could do it. There was nothing he couldn't do.
He saluted Hugefu, took ten of his soldiers, carefully pulled the vines, followed the footsteps up the mountain, and went down the mountain.
Morhao was extremely disappointed. He did not expect that Hugfu would adopt Jingsi Te's idea and abandon his own method.
Thinking of this, Moerhao was not as energetic as before when shooting arrows.
Seeing the disappointment on Moerhao's face, Hugofu glared at him and shouted: "Don't you want to attack the security team with a tornado? Why are you so listless?"
