"You must be careful, the Nanman may attack at any time." Grool warned the three centurions.
Although the mountain is not very high, there is only one pass and intersection.
The three centurions looked at the pass. Although the pass was temporarily built, the firearms were good.
There are not only twenty return cannons here, but also hundreds of iron artillery and tornado cannons.
There are also stacked walls and arrow towers here.
Because it is a temporary construction, it cannot prevent collisions.
But this is a pass, and there are stone steps from the pass to the bottom of the mountain. If a car crashes, you can't get up at all.
Not only can't you get out of a car that crashes, but you can't get out of buses, trains, etc. either.
It can be said that its attack difficulty is much greater than that of Xixian and Hetanguan.
If the Nanman want to attack, they must look up to attack.
Not only is the mountain here relatively steep, it is also overgrown with weeds and there are many trees in the middle.
It can be said that this is very conducive to defense and not conducive to offense.
I heard that Nanman is good at defense but not good at offense. After all, this is not a wild battle.
Seeing the disapproval of the three centurions, Groel reminded: "Although the Nanman are not good at attacking by force, they are good at sneak attacks. Xi County fell into the hands of the Nanman."
After finishing speaking, Groel returned to the arrow tower at the pass to drink tea.
The captain is so good, he can just move his mouth, but the three centurions and the centurions must stick here.
Fortunately, it's daytime now, so there's no need to worry about Nanman sneak attacks.
A centurion thought for a while, then suddenly bowed his hands and said: "Report to the three centurions, I have a way to deal with the Nanman sneak attacks at night."
"As long as it works, I will take credit from you." The three centurion couldn't help but be overjoyed, but he didn't expect that he was sleeping on his pillow.
The centurion couldn't help but be overjoyed and immediately said: "Bring a few more dogs. As long as the Nanman comes near, the dogs will notice. How can a sneak attack be successful?"
"Okay, this is a good idea. I'll report it to the general and you can find ten dogs right away." The three centurions nodded and immediately adopted this cost-effective method.
The centurion couldn't help but be overjoyed and immediately took people to find the dog.
Another centurion saw the happy look on the three centurion's face, and bowed his hands to the three centurion: "Congratulations to the three centurion for this method of dealing with the southern barbarian sneak attack. The three centurion is expected to be promoted to general."
"As long as I get a promotion, I will recommend you." The three centurions couldn't help being overjoyed, and blurted out with a split mouth.
Just as he finished speaking, a banging sound suddenly came from the distance.
Then, a small hole suddenly appeared on the three centurion's forehead.
He screamed and then fell limply.
Seeing the three centurion suddenly fall, the barbarian beside him shouted in horror: "Ghost, there is a ghost."
The three centurions were clearly fine just now, but suddenly they collapsed. Wasn't this a ghost attack or something?
Hundreds of barbarians suddenly started screaming and saying that there was a ghost here.
"Report to General, General, there are ghosts and ghosts here." A soldier spoke in a long-winded manner, trembling all over and reporting to Grool.
Groer, who was drinking tea in the arrow tower, couldn't help being furious when he heard that there was a ghost. He pulled out his scimitar and was about to chop down the soldiers.
The captain of the guard hurriedly hugged Grool and shouted: "Run quickly."
Bang bang, the soldier captain received a slap on the face, and palm prints suddenly appeared on his face.
"General, go out and take a look. What's going on?" The captain of the soldiers hurriedly let go of Grool.
The soldier just now was his brother, and he risked his life to rescue him from Glor.
Fortunately, Grohl only gave him a slap in the face and did not impose any other punishment.
Groel came to the wall and took a look, and saw that all the barbarians here were trembling, and they kept chanting: "There are ghosts, there are ghosts, there are ghosts."
"It's broad daylight here, what's going on?" Groor shouted in a loud voice.
The captain of his personal soldiers came to the war drum and beat the war drum desperately.
With the dull thumping sound of war drums, the Hu people finally woke up from their panic.
The barbarians talked one after another, trembling as they spoke.
Hu Renjia: "The general said it well, what's going on in this broad daylight?"
"That's right, ghosts can only come out at night. During the day when Yang Qi is strong, where can there be ghosts?" Hu Renyi said.
Hu Renbing: "But there are no ghosts. The three centurions are still fine. Why did he suddenly seem to be possessed by an evil spirit?"
"It must be the southern barbarians who are stabbing the villain. Unfortunately, Captain Three Hundred was stabbed by them." Hu Rending shook his head and said.
Hu Renjia added: "I didn't expect that instead of being hacked to death by the Nanman sword, I was actually stabbed to death by the villain."
"If the Three Centurions don't die, I heard that he will be the next general." Hu Renyi said, trembling all over.
Hu Renbing was also trembling: "The Southern Barbarians are so powerful that they can call the wind and rain, and invite gods and monsters?"
Ah, Hu Renbing suddenly screamed and fell down, with a huge knife wound on his chest.
Blood flowed out from the knife edge, and he fell into a pool of blood, still moaning and his body twitching.
Not dead, obviously, but close.
The person who killed him was none other than Captain Groel.
"If anyone dares to talk nonsense, this will be your fate." Grool waved his bloody scimitar at the barbarians and shouted viciously.
All the barbarians turned pale. Although they stopped talking for the time being, their bodies were shaking even more.
Grohl didn't care what these people thought, but he had to figure things out, otherwise he would be in trouble if he messed up the morale of the army.
He came to the body of the three centurion and looked at it carefully.
The three centurion fell down behind him, with a hole on his forehead and a small amount of blood flowing out of the hole.
His body temperature was still there and his body was still twitching.
Grohl touched his nose. He was no longer breathing and was obviously dead.
Although the three centurion died, he looked shocked.
He looked completely in disbelief. His eyes hadn't been closed yet, and he really refused to rest in silence.
Gloor had managed returning cannons and iron artillery, and he couldn't help but be shocked: "This is a firearm injury, not a monster."
"What kind of firearm is this? It's so powerful that it can invisibly hurt people? It makes people unable to guard against it?" the deputy commander asked tremblingly with a pale face.
Grohl thought for a while and then said: "This should be a firearm similar to the iron cannon, but it should not use stone bullets. Stone bullets are not as powerful."
After saying that, he carefully looked around through the wall, but he was disappointed, and he didn't see the reason for a long time.
Dede heard that it was a firearm and carefully looked around through the stacked walls, but found nothing.
The hillside is sloping, covered with wild grass, and there are a few trees in the middle.
Apart from that, there is nothing.
Both of them knew about firearms. The iron cannon was huge and weighed about two hundred kilograms.
But they looked over and over again, where was the iron artillery?
"This is not an iron artillery cannon. Is it some kind of firearm? Is it so powerful?" Dede thought for a while, looked at Groul and asked.
Gloor thought about it for a while, but he couldn't think of a reason.
He finally said to De De: "The Nanman should have come up with a new type of firearm, it should be a shadowless gun or something."
"It should be something like a shadowless gun, otherwise we would have discovered it long ago." Dede said with lingering fear.
Grohl thought for a while and said: "This must be reported to the Captain immediately and let the Marshal know about it."
They didn't know that after the two left, the Hu people talked a lot.
"It turns out that this is a southern barbarian firearm. This firearm is so powerful that it kills people invisible." Hu Renjia said tremblingly with a pale face.
Hu Renyi's teeth were chattering up and down, and his hands couldn't help but tremble: "The range of this firearm should be a hundred steps, not five hundred steps."
"More than that, it should be a thousand steps." Hu Rending hid behind the wall and hugged his body tightly.
Seeing Hu Rending hiding behind the wall, the Hu Ren did not dare to show his head, otherwise he would be killed by the invisible gun without even knowing it.
Wu Lianghetai bent down and looked at the corpse of the three centurion with wide eyes and a dead look, and looked at it repeatedly.
He then raised his body, looked at Hua Fei, Jing Site, Lu Dong and other firearms officials and craftsmen, and finally said: "You are all the most capable people in the firearms field in the Khanate, either the craftsmen or the directors. Come and take a look. What firearm caused the injury?”
Jingsite stepped forward and looked at it again and again, bowed his hands to Lu Dong, and said respectfully: "Please ask Carpenter Lu to identify this. Although I am the deputy director, I am an outsider and an outsider."
"Master Lu, as the saying goes, a line is like a mountain, so this will only trouble you." Director of Firearms, Hua Shi, also bowed respectfully.
The attitude of the two made Lu Dong feel that the sun was rising from the west.
The cost is actually Han Chinese, who has always been very polite to the craftsmen.
Although he holds the title of Director of Firearms, he has never made a firearm.
Hua Hua knew that as the director of firearms, he could not do without craftsmen, and since he was Han Chinese, he had always been polite to craftsmen.
But Jing Site is different. He is a Hu and has always looked down on Han people.
As for the Han people, he considered them to be slaves in his hands. He could beat them when they needed to be beaten and scold them when they needed to be scolded.
Even though Lu Dong was the most powerful craftsman, he still had to be ordered around by him.
Lu Dong returned the salute and said hurriedly: "I don't dare, I don't dare. I have never been on the battlefield, so my opinion may not be correct."
"Master Carpenter Lu, none of us have ever made firearms. We are really just outsiders. If you can't tell us, then we really can't figure it out." Jingsi became very anxious and gave another respectful salute.
After saying that, he personally made tea and served it to Lu Dong. He said respectfully: "Master Lu, please drink tea. This is the intoxicating spring breeze of the little saint."
Jing Site never understood why the tea leaves were still as green as early spring in late autumn.
Thinking that the three centurion was killed inexplicably now, Jingsi couldn't help but be deeply afraid of Zhao Ping.
"Is Zhao Ping really a disciple of the gods, who was saved by God from heaven?" This thought kept circling in his mind and he could not get rid of it.
Lu Dong stepped forward and looked carefully at the holes in the corpse.
He took out cotton and gently wiped the blood from the hole.
Although Lu Dong showed no respect for the corpse of the three centurions, no one said anything at this time.
He waved to a young craftsman in the distance and said to him: "Sanlang, my eyes are dazzled and I really can't see clearly. You have the best eyesight. Come and see what's inside?"
"Yeah, my grandson is scared." The craftsman, who was about 20 years old, looked pale and did not dare to step forward.
After all, he was a dead man. Although Ye Ye was not afraid, he was extremely scared in his heart.
Lu Dong glared at him and said, "It's broad daylight now, there are so many people here, what are you afraid of?"
"My grandson is still scared." Lu Sanlang's hands were shaking and his teeth were chattering up and down.
Seeing Lu Sanlang's timid appearance, Lu Dong really wanted to slap him.
He frowned, came to Lu Sanlang's side, and whispered.
After Lu Sanlang heard this, he looked at Lu Dong for a few times, and then at the barbarians present.
He gritted his teeth and finally stepped forward.
He said to Lu Dong: "Yeah, the light here is not good, so I can't see clearly."
Lu Dong couldn't help but look towards Wulianghetai, hoping that he would come up with an idea.
"Since you want to see clearly, let's go outside and take a look." He looked at the yurt and nodded.
Several soldiers carried the body of the three centurion outside, where the sun was shining brightly.
Lu Sanlang boldly took a closer look and said to Lu Dong: "Yeah, there seems to be lead bullets in his forehead."
While Jingsi was observing the words and deeds of Lu Dong and Lu Sanlang, he still couldn't understand that Lu Sanlang suddenly became bolder.
"Idiot, what are you afraid of? This Hu man was beaten to death by the Han people, just to avenge your former wife. You should be happy." It turns out that this is what Lu Dong said to Lu Sanlang.
Lu Sanlang's first wife was as beautiful as a flower. On their wedding night, they were forced to have sex by a barbarian overseer.
The bride couldn't bear the insult and hanged herself that day.
Lu Sanlang was extremely hostile to the Hu people, and today someone finally helped him out.
The Lu family had long wanted to come to Zhaojiazhuang, but their family was under surveillance by the Hu people and there was no way they could do it.
"How big is it?" Lu Dong asked again.
Lu Sanlang looked at it repeatedly and shook his head: "I can't see clearly inside, but judging from the wound, it should be as big as the middle finger."
"Commander Jun, it seems that this firearm is not very big. It should not be much bigger than a thumb." Lu Dong bowed respectfully to Wu Liang Hetai and made his final conclusion.
Jingsi almost jumped up, stepped forward and shouted loudly: "Master Lu, this is impossible, how can this firearm only be so big!"
Not only did he not believe it, but everyone present did not believe it at all.
The iron artillery weighed more than two hundred kilograms and had a caliber of two inches.
And this firearm, with a caliber less than half an inch, can injure people invisible. How does it do it?
The people present were racking their brains and couldn't come up with a reason.
"If it's very big, why didn't General Ni and the others see it?" Lu Dong thought for a while and asked Jingsite.
Wu Lianghetai also stepped forward to look at the wounds on the corpse. He stood up and turned around and asked Nirpo and Grool: "Did you see any firearms?"
"I'm reporting to the Commander-in-Chief that after repeated inspections, he found no trace of Nanman firearms." Nirpo and Grool stepped forward and bowed respectfully.
Jingsi thought for a while and asked respectfully to Lu Dong: "Master Lu, is this principle the same as the iron artillery? It is propelled by gunpowder, but it is smaller in appearance and fires lead bullets instead of stone bullets." ?”
"It is indeed possible." Lu Dong thought for a while and nodded.
Wu Lianghetai took a breath of air and said fiercely: "I didn't expect that Nanman was so powerful and could invent such a powerful weapon."
Later, he showed Lu Dong the sketches of the shadowless cannon and giant chariot presented by Nilbo (the sketches drawn by the captain of Nirbo's soldiers).
"Director Hua, Deputy Director Jing, and Craftsman Lu, no matter how much the cost, they will make these shadowless cannons, shadowless guns, and giant monster chariots, no matter how much they cost." Wu Lianghetai said flatly.
The three of them bowed respectfully and replied loudly: "Commander, as ordered."
In the grass below the Jinquan Pass, Wang Guo'er wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
He and his two assistants were just fifty steps below the pass, and they were almost spotted by Grohl.
When Groel glanced at him, his heart almost jumped out of his chest.
Fortunately, the barbarians only stayed here for a while, just suspicious, and then looked elsewhere.
He and his two assistants were wearing the Song Dynasty version of camouflage uniforms, and there were a lot of weeds tied around their heads and bodies.
It was precisely because of his attire that Groor just looked at him suspiciously and turned to another place.
He held a firearm about four feet long in his hand, which the little saint named the Shadowless Gun.
There are steel pipes and wooden supports on it, and there are triggers, flints, and fire doors behind it.
The principle is that there is a lead bullet in the front and gunpowder in the back. The trigger hits the flint to produce sparks. The sparks ignite the gunpowder in the steel pipe through the fire door. The thrust generated by the explosion of the gunpowder pushes the lead bullet to kill the barbarian.
This requires very high requirements for steel pipes. With Zhaojiazhuang's current capabilities, it has only produced three.
It can be said that its production cost is about the same as the same amount of gold, or even more.
Zhao Ping told Wang Guo'er that although this has a range of about 150 steps, its effective range is only about 50 steps.
Not only that, its hit rate is only 50%.
In order to improve its shooting accuracy, Zhao Ping installed a sight and a clairvoyance on it.
Even so, its hit rate is at most 90%.
It also has a disadvantage, that is, when using it, the gunpowder must be loaded into the steel pipe first, and the gunpowder must be pressed tightly with a thin iron rod.
Care must be taken when compressing, otherwise gunpowder explosion may occur, and the muzzle is finally filled with lead bullets.
This procedure is very cumbersome to start with at least a cup of tea time.
Even if you are proficient, it will take at least a hundred breaths of time.
Now that they were under the eyes of the barbarians, he did not dare to shoot any more ammunition.
Fortunately, Wang Guo'er's assistants also have two shadowless guns.
However, these two are spares, and their accuracy is not as accurate as the shadowless gun in Wang Guo'er's hand, let alone clairvoyance.
Seeing the Hu people's eyes constantly glancing around them, they didn't dare to express their anger.
It was not until dusk that Wang Guo'er confirmed that the barbarians no longer paid attention to this place, and the three of them crawled quietly and slowly returned to the security group one mile away.
Zhao Ping has been anxious in the public room, pacing around the table.
Seeing Zhao Ping walking around the case, Qiu Ruoshui and Huang Xiaoniu also forgot to compete.
When the two of them saw Zhao Ping's gaze, their eyes were full of worry.
It was already dinner time, but Zhao Ping didn't call for dinner, so the two of them dared to serve food.
The weather was getting colder and colder, and the food was getting cold very quickly. Qiu Ruoshui had to arrange for the cook to reheat the food.
He already regretted sending Wang Guo'er out for adventure, and wanted to send people to bring Wang Guo'er back several times.
After all, the three of them were only fifty steps away from the Hu people, right under their noses.
Maybe, Zhao Ping arranged for his disciples to give heads and military exploits to the barbarians.
It was dark, and Wang Guo'er and the other three finally came back.
He didn't bother to wipe the mud off his face and hurriedly reported: "The little saint, after lying in wait for a long time, finally killed one of them, probably the three centurion or something like that."
"It's good to come back. I was worried that you would be discovered by the barbarians, and I regret arranging for you to snipe the barbarians." Zhao Ping said heartbrokenly while wiping the mud from Wang Guo'er's face.
Qiu Ruoshui had quick eyes and quick hands, so she hurriedly arranged for a servant to fetch hot water.
Wang Guo'er couldn't help but shed tears as Zhao Ping wiped the mud off his face.
He said with some embarrassment: "Little saint, the disciple's ability is limited. He failed to kill the captain, which disappointed the master."
He was obviously in a very excited mood, one moment he was a little saint, another moment he was a master.
"That's enough. The Hu people inexplicably killed a three-hundred-man captain in broad daylight. This will definitely attract the attention of Wu Liang Hetai. Guo'er, you have done a good job." Zhao Ping patted Wang Guo'er on the shoulder.
Wang Guo'er couldn't help but be overjoyed. He didn't like whether he had done meritorious service or not.
As long as you get the recognition of the little saint, no matter how much pain you have, it will be worth it.
The next day, the Hu people sent a letter, and Wu Lianghetai agreed to negotiate with Zhang Si.
It seems that the Hu people agreed to lower their status and negotiate, but Zhang Si, the chief bookkeeper of Zhaojiazhuang, has no idea what the outcome of the negotiations will be.
After all, the Hu people still have more than 100,000 civilians in their hands.
