Feng Anyong saw this and smiled coldly.
"Fire the Shadowless Cannon. Show these barbarians how powerful you are."
Rumble, rumble, there were bursts of lightning and thunder in front of the city wall, and black smoke suddenly filled the entire city wall.
The barbarian cavalrymen who were shooting rockets all let out shrill screams.
A Hu cavalryman had just set up a rocket and was about to launch it.
Suddenly, his arms and face seemed to be bitten by more than a dozen, and his hands trembled. The rocket suddenly lost its aim and flew towards the sky.
The other horse screamed and suddenly jumped up like crazy, throwing the unprepared Hu man who was shooting an arrow to the ground.
It wasn't over yet. The horse that was hit in the eye by iron sand slammed into the horse on the side.
The blind war horse knocked the other war horse to the ground and fell to the ground with a thud.
The cavalry behind saw the two horses lying on the ground and hurriedly got out of the way. The originally orderly order was suddenly disrupted.
Most of the Hu people fell into civil strife, and only a few shot at the city wall.
Even if they were shot at the city wall, they would all fall from the table array.
There were burning rockets everywhere on and under the city walls.
The shadowless cannon began to fire continuously, and those barbarians who were supervising the work were given special care.
"Venomous bee, poisonous bee. It hurts too much. It hurts too much." They all screamed and ran away.
Other barbarians screamed "killing iron sand" and ran away with their heads in their hands.
Without the Hu supervisors, these natives also dropped their dustpans and fled.
They are not fools. Although the Han people in the city are shooting at them in their hearts, it does not mean that they will not shoot at them in the future.
When Chaohe saw this, his face was ashen and he was extremely angry.
He smashed the tea cup in his hand to pieces and glared at Hu Bugui: "This is your bad idea."
Hu Bugui's face was as gloomy as water, his heart kept sinking, and he fell directly into the valley, his face suddenly turned into the color of pig liver.
"Prince Zong, the dust truck has started to attack, and the leading truck has started digging a tunnel." The scribe wiped the sweat from his forehead and hurriedly came over to report.
After hearing this, Chaohe took back the whip.
If Hu Bugui's ideas don't work, Chaohe doesn't mind using a whip to teach him how to behave.
In order to raise the dust truck, the barbarians worked hard to open a stall.
They braved the iron cannons and shadowless cannons of the security group. Under the careful cover of the iron table and the barbarian cavalry who fought to kill the barbarians, the dust truck finally arrived under the city wall and began to release poisonous smoke.
The poisonous smoke itself is smoky, but the city walls are filled with gunpowder smoke, making it difficult to detect.
Zhou Jixun coughed twice and said, "No, the barbarians are releasing poisonous smoke. Wet your handkerchief immediately and cover your nose."
"What a fool, the barbarians are just releasing poisonous smoke down there." After covering his nose with the waterfall, Teng Heng carefully put his head out of the crenellations of the city wall, and became furious.
Nie Yujia shouted loudly: "What are you waiting for? Use rockets to burn down the dust truck."
"It's close to the city wall, so it's not easy to use rockets." Wen Zhang also looked up and shook his head.
Teng Heng rolled his eyes and said to the soldiers: "Fill the bottle with fire oil, light it and give it to me."
The soldiers immediately poured out the Tianlei explosives, poured fire oil into them, lit them and handed them to Teng Heng.
Teng Heng smiled coldly, aimed at the dust truck, and threw it directly towards him.
With a bang, the dust truck suddenly burst into flames.
Not only was the fire huge, but there was also choking black smoke.
The barbarian took off his clothes and fanned them away as hard as he could. Unexpectedly, the more he fanned, the bigger the fire would become.
A centurion shouted: "Bring water in buckets."
Boom, boom, boom, soon, there were barbarians carrying water from the moat.
The centurion and deputy centurion picked up buckets of water and poured it directly towards the dust truck.
In order to protect the two officers, the Hu people resisted the Eight Immortals table with an iron cover.
Resist the thunder thrown from above and protect them from injury.
Huhu, no matter how much the centurion watered the fire, the fire burned more and more fiercely.
"Centurion, this is the true fire of samadhi, which cannot be extinguished by water." The deputy centurion wiped the sweat from his forehead and couldn't help but say.
The centurion's face was livid, and his heart was so gloomy that he could shed tears.
He looked up at the city wall and saw that the rocket hit the Eight Immortals Table and did not burn at all.
He felt extremely uncomfortable: "I don't know what materials the Han people used for the Eight Immortals Table, but the true fire of Samadhi cannot burn."
"Centurion, this is different from the above. Rockets are not easy to get on, so they are not easy to catch fire." His deputy hurriedly comforted, "If they catch fire, it will be difficult to extinguish it."
The centurion felt good when he heard this.
In fact, what the centurion and deputy centurion didn't know was that the security team had their own way of extinguishing the true fire of Samadhi.
Of course, this method is a secret of the security group and will never be told to the barbarians.
When I heard that the security team had burned down the dust truck, I was so angry that I dropped another tea cup.
At this time, the copyist came in cautiously, bowed and said: "Prince Zong, we have opened the tunnel and can launch an attack."
"Great, let me fight into the city." Chaohe picked up the new tea cup, drank it all in one gulp, and waved his right hand fiercely.
In a courtyard in the city, there is a formation of soldiers and horses waiting nervously here, waiting for orders.
They have been waiting here for two days and two nights, and their spirits have been high.
Although they did not go to the battlefield, their hardship was no less than that of going to the battlefield.
One of the soldiers named Yang Di held something that resembled a porcelain vase and placed it standing on the ground.
This thing is nothing else but a listening device.
They don't do anything else but put their ears on the urn to listen, specifically to monitor the barbarians digging tunnels.
These people are not ordinary people. They have been specially trained to distinguish the sounds of tunnels and even the sounds of people talking and breathing.
These people are all skilled people and at least enjoy the treatment of team leader.
Yang Di brought his ear closer and listened carefully for a while.
He finally nodded, raised his head and said to the array leader Yang Deyi: "Array commander, the barbarians have opened the tunnel, and it won't take long to use this courtyard to fight their way in."
"Get ready now." Yang Deyi breathed a sigh of relief and ordered to everyone.
All the men were so excited that they pulled out their Hu-killing knives and held their breaths, waiting for the Hu-men to come out.
There was no time for a stick of incense, and sure enough, the barbarians emerged from the well in the middle of the yard.
When he looked up, he saw the sharp knife on his neck and had to raise his hand.
At this time, a voice came from below the well: "Yehu, how is it up there?"
The Hu man couldn't help but shrink his neck when he looked at the sharp killing knife on his neck.
Looking around, there were at least a hundred Han people waiting here. He knew that no matter what he did, no one else could escape.
"Safe, very safe." He shook his head in his mind and had no choice but to answer.
The other Hu people were overjoyed and ran out of the well one after another and became prisoners.
Outside the city wall, Jingzi and Huazi led three hundred barbarians and climbed up the Guan Mountain on the east side.
This mountain is fifty feet high, but right next to the city wall it is only ten feet high.
Although it is only ten feet high, they are all cliffs and the terrain is extremely steep.
Hua Zi gave each Hu man a rope and asked them to dig a fort.
At this time, Feng Yongcheng and Wang Dechen were inspecting the city defense.
After winning several battles in a row, even Wang Dechen couldn't help but feel proud.
Unlike Feng Yongcheng, he was a general of the Hu people, and he had also served as a general of the Hu people.
The little saint treated him very well, almost as a confidant, and allowed him to lead five thousand cavalry.
If he couldn't win this battle, he would just commit suicide.
Now he fought against the Hu people for the first time, and he actually defeated the Hu people's attacks many times in a row, which made him full of confidence in this battle.
Feng Yongcheng looked up at the mountains on both sides. His expression suddenly changed and he pointed at the cliff: "There are many people on the mountain. What are they doing?"
"They seem to be digging something," Zhou Jixun raised his head inadvertently, feeling a little strange, "Could it be that the doctor is digging for herbs, but there must be too many people."
"Let me see." Wang Dechen picked up his clairvoyance and looked at the cliffs of Guanshan Mountain.
Feng Yongcheng and Zhou Jixun also have clairvoyance, and they also have clairvoyance.
Feng Yongcheng's face changed drastically when he saw it: "They are Hu people. What are they doing?"
"It seems like digging some kind of trench." Zhou Jixun thought for a while and gave his answer.
"Call Zihao (Feng Anyong) here." Wang Dechen ordered the soldiers.
Feng Anyong also had clairvoyance, and his face changed drastically when he saw it: "The Hu people are very ambitious. They dug forts above and prepared to attack from top to bottom."
When Wang Dechen heard this, he broke into a cold sweat. These barbarians were too courageous.
"Kill them, don't let them succeed." Feng Yongcheng ordered directly to Feng Anyong.
As the chief registrar, he usually does not give orders, but he can do so in emergencies.
Wang Dechen immediately nodded and agreed to Feng Yongcheng's order: "Fire immediately, without delay."
At this time, the Hu people had dug a fort on the cliff and were installing iron cannons.
Miaozi was also on the mountain at this time, and couldn't help laughing when he saw this.
They were almost two hundred steps away from Huichuan, beyond the range of the iron cannon.
However, they had the advantage of being high up on the mountain. They could attack the Huichuan city wall, but the Huichuan Han people could not attack because they were already out of range.
Wen Zhang found an Eight Immortals table and placed the iron cannon on it.
The two men hurriedly picked up wooden sticks and held the iron cannon frame firmly to prevent it from running away.
Wen Zhang aimed at the barbarian on the cliff and shook his head. The distance was too far, more than two hundred steps.
He took the clairvoyant eye off his neck and placed it on the iron cannon.
The iron cannon has a aiming circle of C, which is just enough for clairvoyance.
When Zhao Ping was making the iron cannon, he had already considered the issue of aiming the iron cannon.
After taking aim, Wen Zhang shouted to one of his men: "Light the fire."
While he was shouting to light the fire, the barbarians on the mountain also completed the installation of the fort and were lighting the fire.
Boom, boom, boom, both sides fired almost at the same time.
Bang bang, the barbarian's iron cannon hit the table array next to it, causing the table array to shake for a while.
The screamer couldn't help laughing wildly when he saw the iron cannon shells hitting the table array.
Bang bang, then he heard a barbarian scream.
The Hu man was not tied with a rope. He was shaken a few times, with blood coming from his mouth, and finally fell from the fort.
The fort is ten feet high from the bottom of the mountain, so not many people can survive if they fall.
The triumphant smile of the screamer suddenly froze, and his mouth opened so wide that he almost couldn't close it.
He had thought carefully enough and never expected that the range of the Han people's iron cannons exceeded his imagination.
This is not over yet, Feng Anyong also fired.
However, the cannon he fired was not an iron cannon, but a shadowless cannon.
The barbarians on the cliffs of the mountain screamed and almost shed tears: "The poisonous bees of the Han are here again. Run, run."
"Fire the artillery, fire the artillery." The shouter behind the fort was furious, drew out his sword, and placed it on the barbarian artillery.
The barbarians had no choice but to endure the pain of the poisonous bees and continue firing.
Boom, boom, the shadowless cannons and iron cannons below Huichuan fired one after another.
With a clang sound, the sword in the screamer's hand suddenly fell on the fort.
There were at least a dozen small blood holes in his hands and face, and blood continued to flow from the holes.
He was okay, only slightly injured, and two Hu men were hit by iron cannon shells and shook a few times and fell from the fort.
Seeing Huichuan's iron cannons firing again, Jingzi and Huazi couldn't hold on any longer and took the lead in escaping.
They only installed a few iron cannons here, but in Aichuan, dozens of iron cannons were fired with shadowless cannons.
The ratio between the two sides was one to ten, and they were almost passively beaten.
If you don't escape, staying here is a sure way to die.
Seeing this, his eyes turned blood red.
He smashed another tea cup, took out his sword, and put it on Hu Bugui's head.
He shouted breathlessly: "Tell me, is there any other way?"
"Prince Zong, let me think about it." Hu Bugui couldn't help but tremble all over.
