"Are you sure?" Zhan Dui Danzeng asked doubtfully.
Jiayang Dundup shouted loudly: "General, you can break open even wooden doors, and of course the Eight Immortals Table can be broken open."
"Well, you try it first. If you succeed, I will make you a centurion." Zhan Duidan was doubtful and took back the sword in his hand while making a wish.
Jiayang Dunzhu breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "General, my hands and feet are about to break, and my head is also dizzy."
"Mr. Zhong, doctor." Zhandui Danzeng shouted to an old Tibetan doctor named Yaori Langga, "Treat Jia Yang and try to use good medicine."
They only had one doctor like this. If Zhan Dui Danzeng hadn't seen that he was still useful, there would have been no need to arrange for him to be treated.
Although Tubo was wealthy, doctors were scarce.
Yaori Langga came over with the medicine box and looked at him, feeling a little strange.
This person has neither a knife wound nor an arrow wound, so why does he need to be treated?
Jiayang Dundup held his head and shook it a few times, and said with a bitter face: "Mr. Zhong, I fell all the way from the city wall. Now I am dizzy and my arm has been broken."
"This city wall is more than three feet high. If you fall, you will definitely be seriously injured." Yaori Langa looked at the ladder and nodded, "Your head must be seriously injured, and your hands and feet must be injured."
After saying that, he took out the precious folk version of White Immortal Medicine and carefully applied it on his wound.
While pouring out the white elixir from the bottle, he shook his head in his mind: "You are fighting with Zhaojiazhuang while also shopping for Zhaojiazhuang's medicine. How are you going to fight this battle?"
He thought so in his heart, but couldn't express it with his mouth.
Yaori Langga not only couldn't tell, but also poured out some white fairy medicine and gave it to Jiayang Dunzhu orally.
Kayang Thondup said he was dizzy and apparently had brain oscillations.
White elixir is good. It can not only be applied externally to treat injuries and wounds, but can also be taken internally to remove congestion, and it can even repair the brain.
Although this white elixir is good, it has some disadvantages, that is, it is too expensive, which can be said to be equivalent to gold.
Zhandui Danzeng felt heartbroken when he saw such precious medicine being given to this slightly injured person.
This white elixir is no ordinary medicine, it is equivalent to gold.
If he couldn't break the table formation of the security group, he would definitely cut off the head of Kayang Dundup and use it as a chamber pot.
Thinking of this, Zhandui Danzeng stared at Jiayang Dunzhu with a fierce look in his eyes.
Seeing the fierce look in the captain's eyes, Jiayang Dunzhu's eyes were filled with fear.
This captain is not good at serving his subordinates, and may lose his life if he fails to do so.
After the treatment, Jiayang Dundup asked Zhan Duidan for dozens more rebels and ten craftsmen.
Although he was confident, he was not sure.
But this must succeed and cannot fail.
He knew this, and as soon as he showed signs of failure, it was time for him to turn around.
He kept thinking in his mind: "Blessed by Bodhisattva, blessed by Bodhisattva, we must succeed, we must succeed."
In order to prove it, Jiayang Dundup asked craftsmen to lead the rebels to use the stones on the mountain to immediately build a miniature city wall.
The miniature city wall is almost like a real city wall, with corrugated walls.
However, the height is not really that much different, only three feet, which is only one-tenth of the Qingtang City wall.
But there is no way, time is urgent, if you want to build a real city wall, it will be already the year of the monkey and the month of the horse before you can succeed.
Jiayang Dundup asked four rebels to hold the Eight Immortals Table and stand behind the wall.
Then let the four rebels resist the hammer and violently hit the Eight Immortals Table on the miniature city wall.
The defense and offense sides tried their best, and after a cup of tea, the Eight Immortals Table was knocked open by a wooden hammer.
Jiayang Dundup breathed a sigh of relief. Unexpectedly, Gyatso Lobsang, the captain of the guard team, shook his head.
Zhan Duidanzeng wanted to command the battlefield and had no time to care about this, so he sent his captain to supervise.
Gyatso Lobsang sighed and said in a very cold tone: "Jiayang, I feel that the effect of this is not very good. Even if you hit the wood on the flat ground, it will take a cup of tea. There are so many people on the ladder, and it is on an upward slope. Attack, how to use force?"
"Tell the centurion that not only can we attack from the ladder, but we can also attack from Lu Gong's chariot. Lu Gong's chariot is at the same position as the city wall, so there is no slope problem." Jia Yang Dundup said what he had already thought about.
Gyatso Lobsang smiled coldly, "Although the ladder is flat, it is also swaying in the air."
After he finished speaking, he firmly grasped the sword at his waist.
For Jiayang Dundup, the commander gave him the power of life, death and seizure.
Seeing Gyatso Lobsang's actions, Jiayang Dundup turned pale and could not help but sweat.
His eyes flickered around, and when he saw a car crashing not far away, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Centurion, there are ways to improve." Jiayang Dunzhu bowed hurriedly and said with some excitement.
Gyatso Lobsang didn't believe it at all, and his tone was still cold: "There is a way, what way?" "Centurion, the collision is so bad, it is because there is a sharp cone." Jiayang Dundup bowed again and pointed to the person next to him. Crash, said eagerly, "You can add a cone-shaped iron sheet in front of the hammer just like Crash."
"You can give it a try." Gyatso Lobsang looked at the crashed car, thought for a while, and put down the hand holding the big knife on his waist.
Jiayang Dundup finally breathed a sigh of relief, patted his head, and immediately shouted to the craftsman, "Change the hammer into a cone shape and cover it with iron sheets."
The craftsmen were not sleeping, but were pulled up by the wolf-like rebels, and all of them yawned to work.
They thought they could go back and take a nap after finishing the work, but they never expected that they would have to cut the wood into a tapered shape.
"Master Jun, we are masons. This is a carpenter's job. We have to find someone else." The leader of the craftsman Shang Xing bowed his hand and shook his head.
Jiayang Dundup was furious and scolded him.
But when he thought about Shang Xing raising his head high, he suddenly thought that Shang Xing was a Han, not one of those Tibetan craftsmen.
Although these Han craftsmen in the past were not Langsheng, they were not much better than Langsheng and almost the same as Duiqiong.
But since the Han people came to Qingtang City, not only did these Han people not be as humble as Duiqiong, but they all had their nostrils turned upward.
Jiayang Dundup was now extremely angry with Zhaojiazhuang. If Zhaojiazhuang had not come to Qingtang, these Han people would have dared to be so bold.
He touched the sword at his waist and wanted to take it out and kill these craftsmen.
But he just thought that if he killed these craftsmen, his life would be gone.
"Foreman Shang, I heard that Zishi (Shang) is your brother. He can do carpentry, don't you?" In order to please Shang, he did not dare to call Shang directly by his name, but by his first name.
Shang Qing shook his head with an indifferent expression: "Master Jun, Zishi is a cousin, so he studied as a carpenter. Unlike him, I studied as a stonemason."
Businessman and Businessman are of the same age, both around fifty years old.
Shang Qing is already over fifty, and Shang Qing is two years younger than him.
"Foreman Shang, we fought in Yinshi. In the darkness, I climbed up the city wall with all my strength. Unexpectedly, my companions died and were seriously injured. I almost died. If I didn't make this cone-shaped hammer and come out, I would have died. One piece." Jiayang Dunzhu saw that it was too hard, so he had to use a soft one to play the tragedy card.
Shangqing nodded and said sympathetically: "Master Jun, I know it is not easy for you to survive. It seems that the Bodhisattva has blessed you."
"Foreman Shang, since your cousin is a carpenter, you should know more or less about carpentry skills. Foreman Shang, I beg you, old man, for the sake of Bodhisattva, can you help me once." Seeing Shangqing, he relaxed a little. , Jiayang Dundup begged bitterly.
After speaking, he even bowed to Shang Qing.
Now Shang, the carpenter foreman, is leading a group of his men to work overtime all night to add a layer to the well lantern to make it higher. He has no time to care about such small things.
Shangqing did not answer his words, but asked: "Master Jun, you must have been injured when you came down from the city wall. Have you received any treatment?"
"Thank you for your concern, foreman Shang. After I came down, I was treated by a doctor and I'm almost healed now." Jiayang Dunzhu didn't understand why he said this, thinking that Shangqing was concerned about his wounds, so he said.
"It seems that the doctor must have used good medicine to make the military master recover from his injuries so quickly." Shang Qing smiled and looked at him with envy, "The general treats you well."
When Jiayang Dundup heard this, he felt happy: "That's right, the general is really kind to me. He asked the doctor to use the most precious white fairy medicine, and the effect is really good."
Having said this, he felt proud. He heard that the price of this white elixir was about the same as gold, and the captain was willing to use it on him.
"Sure enough, the general treats you well," Shang Qing nodded, yawned, and then continued, "We got up in the middle of the night and didn't get enough sleep. Can you give us some tea to refresh us."
Shangqing began to praise him and said that he had a good relationship with the captain.
Only later did he reveal his purpose. We have worked so hard, so it’s not too much to ask for some tea.
Only then did Jiayang Dundup understand the purpose of Shangqing, but he was just a minister and had never drunk any tea himself. Where could there be tea for craftsmen like Shangqing?
However, he had just admitted that he had a good relationship with the general, and now he was disturbing the craftsmen's sleep to work.
Nowadays, craftsmen propose to use tea to refresh the spirit, which seems reasonable.
But he does not have this power, which is a dilemma.
If the craftsman is not given tea, the craftsman will not work. If the craftsman is given tea, he does not have the power and ability.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
But now the arrow is on the string and it has to be fired.
Jiayang Dundup thought for a while and had to bow to Gyatso Lobsang: "Centurion, these craftsmen were woken up late at night and did not have a good rest. Can you give them some tea to refresh themselves?"
Seeing Jiayang Dundup begging for tea for the craftsman, Gyatso Lobsang wanted to take out his sword and kill the craftsman first, and then Jiayang Dundup.
Only the Han aide named Jie Ding had these precious tea leaves.
Their captain did have tea, but it was butter tea, not as drunk as the Han people.
But now this weapon is related to the life and death of the entire army, so he has no choice but to swallow this breath.
He thought for a while and frowned: "We only have Tuancha now, is that okay?"
"Yes, as long as it's tea, I don't have high requirements." Shangqing nodded with a smile on his face.
This request is not high, as long as I don’t give you cold water, it’s good. Gyatso Lobsang was extremely angry and hated to think about it.
Gyatso Lobsang glared at Shangqing and Jiayang bitterly, and ordered his men to bring the group tea.
Maybe the tea can really refresh you. Half an hour later, the craftsman finally made the pointed conical wood.
With this hammer, the four rebels worked together and smashed an Eight Immortals table in less than ten times.
The tent of a thousand captains on the mountain.
Zhan Dui Danzeng was in extreme pain now. In just two hours, he lost 30% of his troops.
His heart was bleeding, he had trained these himself.
If you attack the city wall, you can figure it out.
Even if you can't attack the city wall, you can still burn the gate tower...
However, he attacked for two full hours, and made a sneak attack at Yinshi when he was most trapped, but failed.
Thinking of this, Zhandui Danzeng slammed the tea bowl in his hand towards the ground.
With a bang, the tea bowl suddenly broke into two pieces, and the fragrant butter tea inside splashed everywhere.
The soldiers did not dare to look at the tea bowl, and all of them lowered their heads.
Their general is getting angry now. Don't make the general angry. The worst case may be forty blows, or the worst case may lose his head.
Gyatso Lobsang seemed not to have seen it. He came in and bowed to Zhandui Danzeng: "General, the Han people's table formation can be broken."
"Is it true?" Zhan Dui Danzeng was standing on the fire. He grabbed the collar of his leather armor and asked bitterly with red eyes, "Don't you want to deceive me with false news?"
"General, this is true. My subordinates saw it. The iron cone knocked against the wood and knocked the Eight Immortals table open in less than ten times." Gyatso Lobsang felt it was difficult to breathe, so he had to try his best to speak loudly.
When Zhandui Danzeng heard this, he hurriedly put his hand down from the collar of Gyatso Lobsang's coat and asked ecstatically: "Bring it here and let me see it."
Zhan Dudan Zeng is actually only about forty, but he already has a grandson, so he can naturally be called an old man.
"Haha, it seems that I got lucky and found a way to break the table formation." Hearing Zhan Dudanzeng's report, Chief Deji Phuntsok laughed loudly, "It seems that the Bodhisattva really bless me."
"General, Bodhisattva has always been blessing you." Zhandui Danzeng followed with a flattering smile and asked, "General, how much does this sharp-edged hammer make?"
"Make a hundred of them first. The Qingtang City can be conquered soon." Deji Pingcuo looked at the walls of Qingtang City, as if the table array had been breached, and waved his hand.
Zhandui Danzeng laughed loudly. After he finished laughing, he bowed to Deji Phuntsok and said, "General, the damage to the soldiers and horses under your command has reached 30%. The sharp-edged hammer has not been made yet. Can you rest for a while?" Two?"
At this time, it was already dark, and nearly 40% of his troops and horses were damaged.
Taking advantage of the chief's joy, Zhan Dudanzeng hurriedly proposed.
When Deji Phuntsok heard this, he was drinking butter tea and thinking.
Zhandui Danzeng held his breath, waiting for Deji Phuntsog's answer.
When he thought about it, he offered good advice and caused a lot of damage, so the captain should agree.
"General, the students have something to report to you." The aide Jie Ding suddenly came out and bowed to Deji Phuntsok.
Zhandui Danzeng wanted to take out his sword and chop off the head of this hateful Han man.
But he was just thinking in his heart. This staff member was now a military advisor, and his status here was only second to the captain of ten thousand and deputy captain of ten thousand, so he could still offend him.
Deji Phuntsok showed a smile on his face and nodded: "Ziduo, tell me what you have to say."
He originally wanted to say it privately, but he didn't expect that the Captain asked him to say it on the spot.
"General, kindness does not lead to troops." Jie Ding glanced at Zhan Dudanzeng and said bravely.
This is something that offends people, but now I have to offend people.
"No, we must continue to attack." Deji Phuntsok nodded, turned around and ordered Zhandui Danzeng in a deep voice, "The Han people cannot be allowed to rest."
Zhan Dui Danzeng was taken aback and asked dumbfoundedly: "General, the villain has lost more than half of his troops."
His original damage was only 40%, but to make it miserable, it was increased by 10%.
"It doesn't matter. I will make up for the loss no matter how much it is." Deji Phuntsok seemed to feel that it was a bit difficult, and comforted him, "I have already recorded your invention of the sharp cone to beat the wood."
Hearing what Deji Phuntsok said, Zhandui Danzeng had no choice but to agree.
He glared at Jie Ding bitterly, walked out with heavy steps, and directed his men to continue the attack.
