The tilt of the well has a great impact on the south gate.
As the well railing moves, the sun that was originally blocked by it also comes out.
Not only ordinary soldiers saw it, but Tan Xing and Xiong Zezhong also noticed it.
"Oops, what should I do if the well falls down on the city wall?" Xiong Zezhong watched helplessly as the well fell slowly, frowning and worrying.
Tan Xing thought for a while and shook his head: "It's not serious. The well is at least five feet away from the city wall."
"But this well is as high as a five-story building." Xiong Zezhong was still worried.
While staring at the increasingly tilted well railing, Tan Xing said in a very relaxed tone: "The height of the well railing is about the same as the length from the well railing to the city wall, so it will not knock down the table array. Besides, the city wall is made of stone, not paper. Muzzy."
"If the people above Jinglan take the opportunity to attack the city wall, be careful." Xiong Zezhong thought for a while and warned carefully.
Tan Xing nodded and ordered in a deep voice: "After Jinglan falls, prevent the rebels from attacking from Jinglan."
"Promise." The soldier bowed his hands in salute, turned around and immediately took the command flag to convey the order.
Bang bang, the well tilted faster and faster, and fell right on top of the south gate city wall, knocking down two Eight Immortals tables.
Jiayang Cidan couldn't help but be overjoyed. He didn't expect that it was a blessing in disguise, and he accidentally disrupted the security team's table formation.
But it was not just the table formation that was unlucky, but also a ladder belonging to the rebels.
The ladder was directly crushed in two by the fallen well railing. Some rebels were crushed to death or seriously injured.
Some rebels were not crushed, but because the ladder was broken into two pieces, they screamed and fell from the air.
Regarding the ladder, Jiayang Cidan didn't care at all.
Not only did he not care, he actually felt that the opportunity had come.
As he struggled to crawl out of the well, he shouted loudly: "Kill the city wall and get a thousand taels of gold."
"Kill the city wall and get a thousand taels of gold." The rebels shouted, waving their swords and climbing up the wall from the well.
Jiayang Cidan was the first to jump in through the hole in the table array, and he was immediately elated.
Not only was he the first to attack the city wall on the Lajia side, he was also the first to break the Han table formation.
The ladder attack took a long time to break the Han table formation, but he accidentally broke it.
The ladder attack failed to reach the city wall for a long time, but he was actually allowed to attack the city wall.
It seemed that this thousand taels of gold belonged to him.
Thinking of this, his blood surged with enthusiasm.
Thinking of this, he was elated.
Thinking of this, he felt that his whole body was filled with energy and inexhaustible strength.
After he jumped in from the table array, he waved his sword desperately to prevent the Han from sneak attack.
What made Jiayang Ciden even more happy was that no one attacked him with a sword.
He stopped being cautious and boldly looked up.
It was a good thing that he didn't look at it. Two feet in front of him was a cylindrical monster that he had never seen before, with a dark hole the size of a fist.
At this time, Jiayang Cidan saw a flash of fire at the entrance of the cave and a burst of choking black smoke.
Then Jiayang Cidan felt a heavy blow on his forehead, and there was severe pain.
He involuntarily fell backwards, heard a thud, and then lost consciousness.
After Jiayang Cidan fell, he didn't even make a cry.
This iron cannon was so fast that he didn't even have time to scream.
The rebels behind them did not hear the centurion's cry, and later he was fighting fiercely with the security group.
They thought that Jiayang Cidan had succeeded, so they all shouted to Huang Jinqianliang and jumped in.
After they entered, they realized that this was a death trap, and there was a batch of weapons they had never seen before.
Before these rebels died, I don't know whether they were lucky or unlucky.
If it was unfortunate, they happened to attack the city wall, and they also saw this mysterious weapon that they had never seen before.
If they are lucky, they are extremely happy and miserable, and lose their lives at the moment when they seem to be successful.
After dealing with the attacking rebels above the well, Xiong Zezhong was still worried: "In a flash, this well is very likely to become another ladder."
After saying that, he looked towards the well that fell on the city wall.
It was okay if he didn't look, but he was shocked when he looked.
"Warriors, attack from Jinglan. Thousand taels of gold, thousand taels of gold." Centurion Deji Gonbu couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw that Jinglan fell on the wall.
After saying that, he took the lead and ran towards the fallen well.
His men waved their weapons and ran towards the fallen well, shouting: "One thousand taels of gold, one thousand taels of gold."
"Bring the torch." After Tan Xing finished speaking, he lit the torch in his hand, threw it through the loophole in the table array towards the fallen well.
Xiong Zezhong nodded, lit the torch, threw it toward the loophole, and said, "This is the best solution."
"Be careful that the fire in the well burns the table array." Seeing that the well started to burn, Xiong Zezhong couldn't help but remind him.
Tan Xing nodded and said to his men: "Cover me."
"No." The soldier picked up his shield and covered Tan Xing.
Tan Xing bent down, took a wooden stick, and pushed it towards the big bucket in Jinglan.
The battle at Jinglan was huge, two feet long and one foot wide. It was obviously not something he could solve alone.
Action is the best example. Xiong Zezhong and others also held wooden sticks, shouted together, and pushed towards Da Dou.
Xiong Zezhong was worried while holding on: "This big bucket and the well are tightly connected. Can they be pried open?"
"It doesn't matter. If the big fight doesn't ignite, it can't be pried open at all. Now that it's burned, it will rot and can be pried open." Tan Xing shouted while exerting force, "Everyone, use your force. Listen to my command, one, two, three."
"One, two, three, harder!" Everyone shouted, and at the same time they pushed hard towards the big head.
Maybe it had been burning for a long time, or maybe the security team had used a lot of force. With a bang, the big bucket on the top floor of the well finally separated from the whole and fell from the sky.
The remaining half of the well fell onto the city wall with a bang and began to slowly slide down.
Some rebels who were struggling on the ground had not yet been driven out of danger and did not expect to fall from the sky.
They screamed, and many were injured and killed.
Deji Gonpo heard the sound of the falling well railing rattling and shaking, and was shocked: "The top of the well railing has fallen, exit, exit."
After saying that, he turned around, pushed his men, and hurriedly exited the well.
Not only are the security groups paying attention to the burning wells, but the rebels are also paying attention to the wells.
Deji Phuntsok, the leader of ten thousand men, was thinking about the problem. When he heard that the well had collapsed, he couldn't help but be shocked.
He put down the map in his hand and asked his soldiers to open the tent curtain to see what happened.
At first glance, the frightened Deji Phuntsok shouted at the soldiers: "Who made this well? It fell down, and many Tibetan warriors were killed or injured."
"Tell the general that this well was made by the Han people, and its foreman is called Shang." Seeing Deji Phuntsog's extremely angry expression, the soldier hurriedly lowered his head and answered cautiously.
"It was so shoddily made that they were all beheaded." Deji Phuntsok slapped the table hard, and the teacup jumped up and fell to the ground with a thud.
A soldier hurriedly picked up the tea cup, carefully washed it, and poured butter tea into Deji Phuntsok again.
In addition, the soldiers hurriedly took orders and went to capture these craftsmen.
"Wait a minute." Jie Ding suddenly shouted loudly.
Deji Phuntsok looked at Jieding with a half-smile but said, "Ziken, why did you stop me?"
"Tell the general, these craftsmen should not be beheaded, but should be rewarded." Jie Ding stepped forward and bowed his hands.
Deji Phuntsok's eyes were full of suspicion: "Is it because they are Han Chinese?"
"Tell me, General, have you seen that this well is a much greater threat to the city wall, especially the gate tower, than the ladder." Jieding bowed his hand again and answered patiently.
Deji Phuntsok glared at him and asked bitterly: "Not only did this Jinglan kill and injure most of the people in the Jinglan, but it also smashed a ladder, killing and injuring a lot of people as well. What are your intentions for speaking for Han craftsmen?" .”
Deji Phuntsok had a fierce look in his eyes. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't leave Jieding, he would have even wanted to behead him too.
Seeing Deji Phuntsok's gaze, Jie Ding was shocked. This general was too hot-tempered to serve him well.
"General, just now the well gate almost set the gate tower on fire, and it also broke the Han table array, and the warriors even broke into the city wall." He had no choice but to bite the bullet and said patiently.
Deji Phuntsok did not see the attack process in the camp just now, but only saw the well fall down.
"That's it, soldiers, call the foreman." Deji Phuntsok nodded, turned to the soldiers and ordered.
The construction site is at the foot of the mountain, far away from the battlefield. It belongs to the rear, so it is certainly safe.
There is another more important reason. It is close to a hill. There is wood everywhere on the hill, and the raw materials can be obtained nearby.
The snow on the ground has not melted, but the construction site is still in full swing.
The rebels attacked fiercely and suffered huge losses in personnel and siege equipment.
This heavy production task naturally falls on the craftsmen.
When Shang heard that Deji Phuntsok called him over, he was so frightened that he trembled all over and couldn't even walk.
He had witnessed the collapse of Jinglan just now, and he only had one thought in his mind: "It's over, it's over, it's over."
"Foreman, I don't care if you blame me for this, I saw with my own eyes all the consequences and told the centurion." The craftsman hurriedly tried to persuade him.
If something happens to the foreman, it will be difficult for them, the craftsmen, to escape.
The Tibetan people would think that the well can not be built by the foreman alone, and that everyone is guilty.
Shang Shang was still trembling: "You believe it, but the captain doesn't believe it."
"Foreman, please submit the drawings. They are signed and stamped by the centurion." Another craftsman had an idea and hurriedly reminded.
Shang Shang sighed, trembling, opened the wooden box with the key, took out the drawings, wiped his tears, and followed the soldiers to the captain's tent.
Shang was so weak that he was almost carried into the camp by his own soldiers.
As soon as Shang arrived at the camp, he knelt down and kowtowed: "General, the well is a centurion who put a big knife on the villain's head and asked for it to be added. You can't blame the villain for this."
"What evidence is there?" Deji Phuntsok asked in a deep voice without raising his head at all, while looking at the map.
Shang took out the drawings from his arms and handed them over respectfully: "Here is the signature of Centurion Jiayang Cidan and his fingerprints."
The soldier took the drawing from the businessman and handed it to Deji Phuntsok respectfully.
Deji Phuntsok took it and looked at it for a few times and suddenly asked: "How did you add a layer to the well?"
"Report to the general, because there was no time, the villain had to directly add a layer to the well." No Deji Phuntsok did not blame himself, Shang Shang breathed a sigh of relief and explained the process again.
Deji Phuntsok frowned and his voice became stern unknowingly: "But you caused the well to collapse. What crime should you do?"
"Tell the general, the villain is not willing to add another layer at all, but the centurion holds a big knife on the villain's neck, and the villain has no choice but to do it." The businessman hurriedly defended with cold sweat on his forehead.
Deji Phuntsok's voice became even colder: "Then did you tell him the consequences?"
"Tell the general, the villain has already told him that this center of gravity is unstable and can easily tilt. But the centurion just wants to add that the villain only has orders to serve." Shang kowtowed while continuing to argue.
Deji Phuntsok was not moved by him and asked calmly: "Since this center of gravity is unstable, why don't you tell Jiayang Cidan about the protective measures?"
"Report to the general, the villain not only told the centurion the consequences, but also told him the protective measures. Due to the unstable center of gravity, there must not be more than twenty people on the top floor, and the first floor must be at least fifty floors above." Business flow Sweating in cold sweat, he kowtowed in defense.
Deji Phuntsok's voice seemed to come from inside an ice cube, making people feel bone-chilling.
He asked in a deep voice: "Since I told Jiayang Cidan, why did the well fall down?"
"Report to the general, the well did not fall at first, but fell after the attack, which shows that the centurion of Jiayang Cidan began to pay attention to the villain's instructions. He must have increased his manpower during the war, but later forgot, which led to the tragedy later ." The businessman's head was close to the ground and he didn't dare to raise his head at all.
Deji Phuntsok didn't speak for a long time, letting Shang Shang's teeth clash with each other, lamenting his miserable life in his heart.
Fortunately, Deji Phuntsok still spoke, although his voice was still cold: "Really?"
"That's true. I don't dare to hide anything." Shang Shang breathed a sigh of relief, but still didn't dare to raise his head and answered immediately.
"Then do you have a way to raise the well to a higher level without falling down?" Deji Phuntsok walked around the table a few times with his hands behind his back, and then looked at the businessman on the ground and asked.
Shang didn't dare to raise his head, thought for a moment, and answered cautiously: "Tell me to the general, I don't have the drawings in my hand. I can only explore slowly. The time cannot be determined, maybe a month, maybe half a year."
What he means is that I can make this kind of well, but I don’t know when. Maybe it’s the Year of the Monkey and the Horse.
Deji Phuntsok stamped his feet in anger, which made the businessman who was lying on the ground feel frightened and sweat even more.
"Then do you have any way to improve your current situation?" After thinking about it, Deji Phuntsok stared at him and asked.
Shang thought for a while and then answered cautiously: "To tell the general, the most effective way is to add four pillars around the big dou, but it is difficult to find such a big tree for a while. The best way at present is that there should be no less than one person on the lower two floors. Only a hundred people can ensure the center of gravity of the entire Jinglan."
"It can only be solved, and people are not the problem. There are not many other things in Tubo now, but there are too many people." Deji Phuntsok thought for a while, and finally ordered in a deep voice, "Zi Shi (business word), you add all the wells Go up a level.”
Hearing this, Shang Shang felt that half of his feet were already in hell. The Centurion was already crazy enough, but he didn't expect the Ten Thousand Centurion to be even crazier.
"Report to the general, but these wells are still at war, how can we add them?" He didn't want to add them at all. After the accident, he was the only one to take the blame, so he had to find an excuse.
Deji Phuntsok didn't give him a chance at all: "It's simple. Ming Jin withdraws his troops, and Jinglan withdraws first."
"Tell me, General, there are so many wells, how can we add them all at once?" Shang was on the verge of tears and wanted to make a last ditch effort.
Of course Deji Phuntsok knew what he was thinking, and his voice was full of ruthlessness: "Work overtime day and night, there are not enough people, I will find someone for you."
"Report to the general, it involves the entire well and an additional layer, and if the drawings are not stamped, I'm afraid no one will dare to do it." The businessman dared to deny Deji Phuntsok, but he was afraid of taking responsibility, so he had to mention the matter of stamping. come out.
Deji Phuntsok snapped, stamped a big seal on the drawing and threw it to the businessman.
His voice was full and full, as if there was no trace of human fireworks: "I hope to see all the wells raised by one level tomorrow."
After speaking, he threw the drawing to Business.
Shang still didn't dare to raise his head. He just lowered his head and took the drawings while shouting loudly: "Tell the general, one day won't work at all, it will take at least three days."
"Well, I will give you three days. After three days, I will see that all the wells have been raised to a higher level." Deji Phuntsok's voice was still as cold and ruthless as ever.
I feel a little regretful in my heart. If I had known better, I would have added more time.
Deji Phuntsok looked at him while drinking tea, and said coldly: "Three days, at most three days, I want to see the results."
He didn't know the idea of business, so he was beaten to death with a stick.
Dang, the gong sounded, and the rebels began to retreat.
Zhong Shan felt relieved when he saw the rebels withdrawing their troops.
Hou Wan looked at the battlefield and felt strange: "Something is wrong."
"What's wrong?" Zhong Shan didn't see it for a moment, looked at the battlefield again, and said with a wry smile, "After all, the rebels have many people, and we have few. We should attack at this time, but we can't."
"Although they retreated in an orderly manner, Jinglan retreated very early today. Is there some reason for this?" Hou Wan couldn't help but said while looking at the slowly retreating rebels.
Zhong Nan nodded, frowning and thinking: "I can also see this. This Deji Phuntsok seems to have a different style of play from before. For example, he didn't arrange for anyone to attack the city gate."
Tan Xing also came over at this time. He looked at a few people and nodded.
"What do you think this Deji Phuntsok has up to?" He originally wanted to ask Xiong Zezhong, the security group's chief secretary, but Xiong Zezhong had already been sent to rest by him, so he had to ask a few subordinates.
Zhong Nan said nothing, scanning the city wall, and unknowingly looked at the monster well that was still burning.
His eyes lit up and he murmured: "General, this monster well almost succeeded today. Could it be that Deji Phuntsok asked the well to be raised one level?"
"It seems very likely that the additional layer of Jing Lan will increase the threat to the city wall." Tan Xing nodded, looking at the still burning Jing Lan, "What method should be used to deal with this Jing Lan monster?"
