The captain of Chaohe's soldiers kept rubbing his hands, his mouth bubbling with anxiety.
King Hezong ordered the return artillery to fire, but reality slapped him hard in the face.
The craftsman Ala also frowned: "General, the cannon has a high speed, the production is slow, and the assembly is the fastest."
"You've delayed the king's important affairs, and you'll be dead." The copyist raised the whip in his hand, wanting to whip the gunsmith back hard.
But the return cannon was more difficult to make than the trebuchet, so he finally had to say harsh words.
When the copyist came to Tiepao Miaozi, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled on his face.
He personally saw Jingzi, a commander of thousands, beating the war drum: "Fire the cannon, fire the cannon."
Amidst the thumping sound, the war drums began to beat.
"Boom, boom, boom." The barbarian's iron cannon finally fired. As the electric light flashed, black smoke came out.
The Hu people had many iron cannons, thirty-five in total.
These thirty-five iron cannons fired one after another with extremely majestic momentum.
Lightning flashed, smoke filled the air, and black smoke covered the sky.
Smelling the acrid smell of gunpowder smoke, Chaoshou kept retreating while coughing.
He covered his mouth and said with great displeasure, "It's so choking."
"The smell is really choking. You can wet it with a towel and cover your nose. It won't be so uncomfortable." Mingzi looked at the hand with contempt and said to the hand.
Although he said this, he did not do it, nor did he cover his mouth, and commanded calmly.
The copyist's face turned red and he hurriedly retreated.
He had just left when he suddenly heard the artilleryman yelling: "Venomous bee, poisonous bee, it hurts, it hurts."
"Where did the poisonous bees come from? Why didn't I see them?" The copyist was startled, looked around, and shook his head.
Could it be that these artillerymen were afraid of Han people's weapons and found reasons to avoid them?
Thinking of this, he pulled out his sword and looked at the artilleryman fiercely.
Bang bang, bang bang, most of the barbarians' iron cannon shells hit the Eight Immortals table.
Gaps began to appear between the tables of the Eight Immortals Table. The security team members exerted force, but they soon returned to their original state.
There are also a few Eight Immortals tables that have begun to dent, and some have begun to crack.
Since the Eight Immortals Table was well protected, almost no one was injured.
Teng Heng was not satisfied. He shook his head and sighed: "Time is too urgent. We didn't cover the Eight Immortals Table with an iron sheet. Otherwise, the barbarians would have no chance to perform."
"The Hu people have cannons. Don't the security groups have cannons? Now it depends on Zigan (Feng Anyong's character)'s performance." Zhou Jixun looked at the Hu people's positions in the distance with his clairvoyance.
He was a battalion leader, but he couldn't command the artillery, so he felt a little anxious.
Feng Anyong, the leader of the artillery battalion, used his clairvoyance to see clearly the actions of the barbarians.
He whistled in his mouth and shouted loudly: "Fire the gun, fire the gun."
The Eight Immortals Table on the city wall is to protect the soldiers guarding the city.
Therefore, the security group's iron cannons were not mounted on it, but on the stacked walls.
Boom, boom, boom, the security group's iron cannon became angry.
Looking from a distance, I could see lightning and thunder unceasingly blaring on the city walls, and then black smoke spewed out, making the entire city wall almost pitch black.
Xiong Jie is the commander of the artillery battalion of the security regiment, and now he personally operates the iron cannon.
The screamer beat the war drum and looked at the city wall proudly.
The infantry had been attacking for a long time. Not only had they lost troops and generals, but they had also returned without success. Not a single Han soldier had been injured.
Seeing the cannon fire on the city wall, he looked at it with disdain and couldn't help laughing: "The distance here is nearly two hundred steps. Can the Han iron cannons hit it accurately?"
"Aren't the Nanman fools?" Deputy Chief Hua Zi laughed loudly, "Compared to the Eight Immortals Table on the city wall, the iron cannon is an extremely small target. It's like an arrow shooting a mosquito."
In fact, the closer the iron cannon is, the better, but closer also means a higher degree of danger.
If there were no iron cannons on the city wall, the barbarians' iron cannons would only have a hundred or even fifty steps.
But they are also afraid of the iron cannons of the security group. After all, the security group is famous for its firearms.
The two of them thought about it before setting up the iron cannon nearly two hundred steps away from the city wall.
At this distance, it is the maximum range of the iron cannon.
Two hundred steps was equivalent to almost half a mile in later generations. In the eyes of the two of them, it was almost impossible for the iron cannon on the city wall to hit them accurately.
As soon as he finished speaking, the barbarian shouted loudly: "It hurts, it hurts, poisonous bee, poisonous bee."
"Poisonous bees, poisonous bees, there are also poisonous bees here." It was not a barbarian shouting, but an ordinary barbarian shouting.
Mingzi was stunned, raised his head and looked around. He looked around repeatedly but found no poisonous bees.
He was a little confused and asked Hua Zi in confusion: "Where did the poisonous bees come from? Why didn't I hear the buzzing sound of the poisonous bees?"
"General, I didn't hear the sound of poisonous bees, and I didn't see any poisonous bees at all." Hua Zi looked around repeatedly, then pricked up his ears to listen everywhere, and could only shake his head.
The screamer breathed a sigh of relief. If the poisonous bee appeared at this time, it would indeed be a fatal blow to morale.
He shouted loudly: "There are no poisonous bees, fire the cannon for me, fire the cannon."
After saying that, he and Hua Zi beat the war drums desperately to cheer for their men.
The barbarian artillerymen cheered up, lit the cannon and fired again.
"Venomous bee, it hurts, it hurts, poisonous bee." Just after firing a cannon, the barbarian yelled again.
Some barbarians couldn't bear the severe pain, so they simply threw down their iron cannons and ran away.
The beekeeper was furious: "I just checked, there are no poisonous bees. If you keep talking nonsense, I will eat the flesh of my whip."
"Poisonous bee, poisonous bee." As soon as he finished speaking, his soldiers also shouted.
The screamer became furious, drew out his whip, and whipped it towards the soldiers.
He had just taken out the whip when he suddenly felt a sharp sting on the back of his hand.
He clearly felt that the pain was similar to that of a poisonous bee sting.
Could it be that there were really poisonous bees? He raised his head again and looked around, but still found no poisonous bees.
One soldier was facing another soldier, and he saw a lot of pockmarks on his face, and there was blood coming out of the pockmarks.
He looked carefully and shouted: "It's not a poisonous bee, it's iron sand, it's iron sand."
As soon as he finished speaking, he screamed again: "It hurts, it hurts."
Hearing this, another soldier hid behind the war drum and looked towards the city wall.
He only saw that as soon as the iron cannon on the city wall opened fire, people here immediately screamed in pain.
"The iron sand was shot by Han people's iron cannons." He pointed at the city wall and yelled as loud as he could.
When Hua Zi heard this, his mouth opened so wide that he could hardly close it. He could almost fit a duck egg into it.
He came back to his senses and couldn't help but sigh and asked: "Iron sand is too expensive. Where can there be so much iron in Nanman?"
Although iron is not as expensive as copper, it is still an extremely valuable thing.
Until now, the Song Dynasty was short of copper and simply used iron coins instead of copper coins.
The Hu people were also rich, but they were about the same as those in the Song Dynasty.
They are not that iron, and they have never thought of using iron sand as cannonballs to kill the enemy.
What are their cannonballs? They are stones.
But this kind of stone is not an ordinary stone, but a very fine polished stone.
"The Nanman are not fighting, they are making money." The messenger smiled bitterly, his face ashen.
He felt that his heart was sinking, as if he was on a mountain and sinking directly to the valley.
The security team bullied them so much that they even took out expensive iron sand on them in order to fight.
It would be difficult for the opponent to hit them with stones, so they might as well just use iron sand.
The stone can only be broken a little, but the iron sand can be broken in large tracts.
The stone fired by the iron cannon is very difficult to aim at two hundred paces, as if it is like piercing the poplar with a hundred steps.
But the iron sand cannon hardly needs to be aimed and can be scattered directly to injure people in large numbers.
The soldiers finally understood that the reason why the commander and deputy commander were not attacked by the iron sand just now was because the war drum blocked the iron sand.
When Hua Zi heard this, their iron cannons shot at each other and were blocked by the Eight Immortals Table.
But they couldn't avoid the opponent's iron cannon fire.
Hua Zi panicked and asked blankly: "General, what should we do now?"
"What should I do?" Miaozi's eyes turned sharply and he burst out laughing, "Don't the Han people have the Eight Immortals Table? We also have the Eight Immortals Table."
"Yes, yes, the general is right, use the Eight Immortals Table to block the opponent's iron sand." Hua Zi followed and laughed, "This is called using a shield as a shield."
