Chapter Twenty Cruel to the End

The first test shot was very successful, and the second test shot was very bad. A stone that weighed nearly two hundred pounds was thrown into the air by the catapult, but it was not far away. It almost flew straight into the sky. After the rising force disappeared, the boulder began to fall down, hitting the place less than three feet away from the catapult with a bang, and suddenly fell into the soil half a foot.

Huo went sick and swallowed a mouthful of water: "Can't you be more accurate?"

Yun Lang shrugged his shoulders and said: "The rest will be slowly pondered by the man who controls the trebuchet. People and the trebuchet cooperate with each other. I can always find the best way to control the trebuchet. , Now depends on whether you can sell it. "

Huo went sick and frowned: ‘I still try a few more times, and when I can control the trebuchet steadily, I will talk to General Su. "

In many cases, Yun Lang is only responsible for the beginning. It is the job of the Han people to fill up the new things. Yun Lang does not want to do everything at once.

If the Han people just know and will use those new things, people will eventually give them to the myth, and the new things will naturally die away a little longer.

The trebuchet is a weapon of war and is specifically used to kill people. Yunlang prefers those delicious foods to the trebuchet that can make a lot of money.

The weary armor dragged the heavy steps away from the battlefield, came to Yunlang's stall, dropped a dead man's arm expressionlessly, and then grabbed two meat buns with his **** hands and ate while walking.

The dead man's arm is naturally worthless. The valuable arm is the broken armor. The young men riding the captain skillfully remove the armor and then throw that arm away.

Although the trebuchet is powerful, there are always loopholes to follow. Ju Jie is also a good officer. Seeing that the attack on the ground is blocked, he immediately excavated the tunnel behind the broken forward position.

More than a dozen semi-open tunnels go hand in hand and extend to the walled city. Lei was also quite satisfactory in dealing with the digging of tunnels.

That is, digging a deep ditch horizontally in front of the army wall, so the soldiers of the two sides met naturally under the wall, and the fighting began.

In a narrow space, hundreds of mudmen covered with mud are fighting each other in the knee-deep mud. Yun Lang is very suspicious of how they distinguish the enemy from the enemy.

The fight is inseparable and cruel, but Yun Lang can't feel the slightest **** feeling, because such a fight is carried out under the eyes of countless people.

Watching the war, by the way, there are too many people who buy some food from the stalls of Capitol.

Lively is like a temple fair for later generations.

After a gong sounded, Hu Qi, who was fighting, slowly withdrew from the battle group and returned to the tunnel under the dense arrow rain.

Today's rain is too big, and it is totally unsuitable for continuing the fight.

A sturdy Hu Qi dragged a headless body to Yunlang's stall, dropped the body, and then pointed to the cake.

A large stack of fritters was placed on Hu Qi's hands, and the mud on his hands did not affect his eating.

The rain washed away the muddy water on his body, and the body was washed away.

A greasy human head hung on Hu Qi's waist, the head should belong to this corpse on the ground.

According to the law of the Great Han Dynasty, beheading the head of a warrior can only be regarded as a military feat. People who are beheaded and killed by soldiers and servants cannot be counted as military merits.

The head of every armor on the battlefield is very valuable. As long as it is a soldier, no one wants to let it go.

In those days, if Shang Yang's brother could get the first-class armor head, his blind mother would not be a slave. Under the strict Qin law, even if Shang Yang was a merchant, he could not change his mother to be a slave fate.

The Han Dynasty inherited the Qin system, and the military law was in the same line. Those who had no military merits should not be banned. Li Guanghan had a brave life. Even if he was confined to the battlefield, it was a pity that Feng Tangyi was old and Li Guang was difficult to seal.

People who have just survived the battlefield have no idea about money. The armor on the corpse is very complete and looks very new. However, the Hu Qi gave up completely because of a few oil cakes. Ten thousand dollars of iron armor.

The king's flag of Chengyang still fluttered on the military wall, but for a moment, the battlefield that had just been boiling became very quiet.

The rain water fell into the trench with the loess, and the blood inside was impregnated with earthy yellow.

Cao Xiang looked at the whitish corpse soaked in rain, and began to nausea, but the two teenagers, without changing their faces, peeled off the iron armor on the headless corpse.

Under the iron armor, there was only a thin linen, and the young man left the last piece of cloth for this body.

However, such decentness did not last long, and a somewhat thin hulk squatted in the pile of corpses, and stripped off the last piece of linen on the corpse.

Ju Jie was the last person to withdraw from the battlefield. A long knife was dragging behind him. The armor was drenched with water, and the messy beards were dropped on a string of water. When passing by the captain's camp, he looked at the mountains. Food, don't know what to think about.

Yun Lang picked up a plate of buns and handed them to him. The governor took a bite of the buns and then spit out the buns that had just been eaten in his mouth. He returned the plate to Yun Lang and said: "Horse meat?"

Yun Lang nodded and said: "No other meat can be found here, you should eat something else."

Ju Jie suddenly squatted down and cried and cried with his head in his mouth, constantly muttering a sentence: "Do we have to die all of you to be satisfied?"

Yun Lang felt that the ruling was very pitiful, and only three of them, Hu Qi, had been attacking the city these days.

Beidaying, Xiliuying, and some soldiers who did n’t know where they came from, including Qiduwei, stood beside them and watched them fighting coldly, watching their feathered arrows and rolled stones, Crossbow arrows, killed by catapults.

All those people seemed to be headed by Su Liangma. Su Liang sat under a thatched shed and went to the battlefield in person. He never left from morning till night.

Yun Lang felt that he wasn't cheering on Hu Qi. He was more like a supervising army, monitoring Hu Qi's three troops going to the camp to die.

The sky is lead-grey, and people are covered with mud and blood and turned yellow-brown. The mountain bags on both sides are black, and the iron-colored pine forests on the distant mountains make people lively.

It may be due to physical damage, no matter what the environment, if there are many dead people, the colorful colors will fade.

Others stood and watched from a distance, and only Hu Qi was fighting, which was naturally very unfair to them.

However, in this place, no one discussed any fairness. Even Ju Jie was very fateful. He did not complain or resist. He just participated in the attack again and again until he also joined the war.

In Su Liang's eyes, they do not control how to expose, and the Hu people's tameness never reaches the standard in their hearts.

The gate of the camp, which had been closed for many days, was finally opened, and a lot of labor in sackcloth came out of them. They jumped into the trench and began to gather the corpses inside.

When people arrived on the battlefield, they could no longer be expensive. No matter whether they were armor or spearmen, they were thrown into a carriage by those laborers, and then transported to a distance to be buried.

The sky darkened, but Yun Lang's food was left a lot. It's not that no one took money to buy these foods. I don't know why Yun Lang suddenly had no money-making thoughts. Tell those armor that the food here needs to be seized on the battlefield In exchange, money will not be collected.

"In such weather, I know that it is impossible to achieve any results, and the only reason to continue fighting is to continue to put pressure on the mine.

My uncle said that once the battle falls into this entangled situation, there are only two options, one is to leave immediately, and the other is to maintain a continuous attack to see who can stick to the end.

Now it seems that General Su is not going to give up, and is ready to use the three materials and combat power of Hu Qi to consume thunder quilt. Once the time is right, he will press the whole army to fight for a one-time solution to the battle.

However, according to my uncle's statement ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ In order for the generals to avoid this expendable battle, the cavalry should be running in the wilderness, and the armor should be on the plains. This is theirs. The nature of the service.

However, this best state is generally difficult to encounter. Whether it is offensive or defensive, it is trying to set obstacles for the enemy as much as possible. It will not fight on the terrain that is best for the enemy ’s combat, does not give the enemy the convenience, and it is also the general. Prioritize things before fighting. "

Huo went sick to remove the cloak that was wet by the rain, and brought the old man who was completely inconsistent with the lively temperament of the young people.

"Let's go back, I'm going to wait, there's still a lot of food here, there should be someone to exchange." Yun Lang urged Huo to go back to the sick and they went back, no defender in the barracks can be successful, even if it has been determined that no one has beaten them The idea is unsuccessful.

"Aren't you going to see how those laborers deal with dead bodies?"

Cao Xiang looked at Yunlang suspiciously with a perverted look.

Yun Lang smiled and said: "If you want to be cruel, just cruel to the end. Looking at the entire process of war, I will not hesitate in the future." (Please pay attention to the WeChat public account of No. 2 and No. 2. Today, there are Tang Ye owners Yun Ye and Song. The spatial dialogue of the wise master Yun Zheng)