First Minister of Ming Dynasty

　　 once again frustrated Yuan Jun’s attempt to dig a tunnel into the city, but also a dream!

　　 Peng had taken dozens of prisoners early, went to an open place, stripped their armor and clothes, then tied them with ropes, and dragged them to the center of the city, where they used to cut people.

　　 The cold wind was bitter, and the unclothed captive shivered.

　　 This Marshal Peng didn't have much pity, he raised the whip of rawhide, and slammed it down at the first person!

Snapped!

　　 There was a whip sound, a blood mark... Peng had gritted his teeth early, another whip, blood spattered. The Yuan Bing captive couldn't help but wailed.

　　 After that, Peng stayed in early and picked up the whip, mercilessly, lashed fiercely, beaten bloody, howling ghosts and wolves!

　　 At this moment, Tang He rushed over.

　　 "Peng Shaoshuai, these tarts may be useful, don't beat them to death."

　　 Peng stayed for a while, and suddenly shook his head and smiled, "Is that what Zhu Gongzi meant?"

　　 Tang and sullenly didn't speak, it was acquiescence.

　　 Peng stayed a long time ago and nodded and said: "The two armies are fighting, and it is indeed ominous to kill the prisoners indiscriminately. This time I can catch them. It is Zhu Gongzi's magical calculation. I accept his favor...but I can't spare these beasts!"

　　 Tang He was taken aback, and my heart said that you are not for the face?

Peng Zaozhu suddenly stomped his feet viciously and said: "Last autumn, the prime minister Tanzi got off his feet and led hundreds of thousands of people into Xuzhou... They killed people when they saw them, robbed things when they saw them, set fire to evil, and did everything! I, my mother Being killed by them, my lady died, and my two children, one three years old and one one year old... also, also died!"

　　 Peng stood up with his hair up early, raging to the sky, staring at Tang He with a pair of blood-red eyes.

　　 "You said, can I not repay this hatred? We swear that if we catch a tangerine, we will cramp and smash the skin and thwart the bones and ashes!"

　　 Tanghe was suddenly stunned, what can he say?

　　 Stay in reason with Peng Zaozhu, saying that these people are not the ones who killed your relatives, and you shouldn't be angry...This is not what Tang He can say. When the officers and soldiers broke into Xuzhou, no one could escape the poisonous hands, no matter the soldiers or civilians, old people or children.

　　 In that case, there is nothing wrong with putting the account on Yuan Bing's head.

　　 Admittedly, there are people who have been wronged in doing this, and there are innocent people who have died tragically, but in such a world, where can they go to complain?

　　 Tang He was dejected and came to see Zhu Chongba. Zhang Ximeng was also there. He saw Tang He lowered his head and knew what was going on... Don’t forget, his parents also died in Yuan Bing’s hands!

　　 "Gong, let's discuss tomorrow's battle!" Zhang Ximeng whispered.

　　 Zhu Chongba was startled, and nodded. In fact, he experienced the taste of family destruction earlier than anyone else, the unforgettable pain that once made Zhu Chongba sleepless at night, and life is better than death.

　　 "If one day, the world will be peaceful. We will let the people live in peace, for generations to come, there will be no refugees, no war!" Zhu Chongba gritted his teeth and said.

　　 Replaced by ordinary people, it is about the complaint of the keyboard man, but when this is said from Zhu Chongba's mouth, it is different.

　　 In fact, this is also true. After Zhu Chongba became the throne, he formulated the most stringent household registration system. No change of identity was allowed, which meant that he would not become a refugee, generation after generation, and be restricted to death. Perhaps from the perspective of later generations, this is a very stupid policy.

　　 You can be in troubled times, your family may be destroyed in the next second, and stability is really important to the people.

Zhang Ximeng didn't say anything more, just said: "My dear, Mr. Jia Lu is very shrewd. He raised the dirt mountain while digging the tunnel, so that the dug dirt can be piled on the dirt mountain. He failed tonight, tomorrow We will definitely use the Tushan Mountain to attack the city. We have been worried about returning to the city, and maybe it will happen too!"

　　 What exactly is the return artillery? It seems that there is no controversy. It is probably a counterweight trebuchet. Due to its sophisticated production, it can fire stone bullets of more than 100 catties. There is a record of seven feet into the ground in the history books. It should be the bigger one.

　　 There is no doubt that such a big stone hit the wall, it is indeed terrible.

　　 But there are also other records that say that artillery burns the houses in the city, and stone bullets cannot ignite the houses. Therefore, there is another saying that what is thrown back in the cannon is actually fierce fire oil.

　　 Two views, it's hard to tell who is right... What does Zhang Ximeng think?

　　 He all agree, Master Duanshui belongs to yes.

　　 Actually, Zhang Ximeng studied the equipment in Haozhou City, including those bronze artillery pieces, and he roughly figured out the nature of the return artillery.

　　 This thing is indeed a counterweight trebuchet, which can hit 400 meters away.

　　 But the projectiles of the catapult are different. You can hit a single stone projectile to break the city, or you can use a shot projectile to cover the enemy soldiers with rocks to kill and injure the enemy.

　　 At the same time, it can throw fierce fire oil, ignite houses, and burn the city. In history, the Mongols used fierce fire oil to break through Xiangyang.

　　 "From the perspective of the three Lu public vehicles, there must be a large number of the Jialu army, and very sophisticated return artillery. Our only way is to wait for the soldiers to take action, and then destroy all their return artillery!"

　　 Zhu Chongba thought slightly, and nodded. In fact, this is the result of their many days of discussion. Back-to-back artillery was the best weapon in the Yuan Dynasty to siege the city.

　　 As long as it breaks back, Haozhou City is temporarily safe.

　　 is easy to say but difficult to do.

　　 "Little sir, our numbers are not enough, and the range may not be as far away as the Yuan army. Is it really possible?"

Zhang Ximeng said: "My dear, I am not completely sure, but since I used the artillery that day, I have collected some gunpowder. And I plan to replace the gunpowder with gunpowder cans. This thing explodes and can hurt people. If we can destroy the return artillery, we still have a chance!"

　　 Zhu Chongba didn't hesitate. After the battle these days, he already trusted Zhang Ximeng very much. What's more, is there a better way?

　　 Just when they had a proper discussion, Peng Zaozhu suddenly rushed over, he just bowed deeply at Zhu Zhongba.

　　 "Zhu Gongzi, if there is anything I want to do, just tell me, I will listen to you!"

　　 Peng lived on his body early, with a strong **** atmosphere. Needless to ask, the prisoners will definitely not end well. Maybe they have been brutally killed. The big guy knew it well, but he didn't say anything.

　　 Zhu Zhongba said in a low voice: "Peng Shaoshuai, the trebuchet is the most lacking right now. Can you think of something?"

　　 Peng stayed and nodded, "Okay, I'll go find my father now." He paused again, and added: "You are a man who can beat you, I will convince you!"

　　 Peng Marshal went to find his father, Zhang Ximeng couldn't help but secretly pleased, but he didn't dare to take it lightly.

　　 Zhang Ximeng and Zhu Chongba discussed in the second half of the night, rested a little, and the horizon lit up. When people saw the situation outside the city clearly, they couldn't help being dumbfounded and their hearts racing.

　　 What an old Jialu husband!

　　 He took advantage of the darkness, returned a hundred of them to the gun, and transported them to the mound separately, which had been arranged.

　　 Under the mound, it was divided into five positions and arranged two hundred various return artillery. Take out all the assets of the family.

　　 These artillery pieces are very particular. The ones on the mound are fired into the city, and they use fierce fire oil. The return artillery under the mound was used to launch stone bullets to attack the city wall.

"Master Jia, Haozhou is not a strong city. There are so many return shots. It should have been taken out and smashed through the city wall." Waste.

　　 Jia Lu gazes forward with a sullen face, as if he has not heard him, making a big fuss and boring.

　　 Jia Lu’s thoughts are all in the city. He recalled the fighting methods these days. The city is by no means a simple grass thief. He even felt that there was an expert with all talents in civil and military affairs, pointing the red scarf.

　　 Now the return of the gun is the best decisive game. It is like a contest between Mozi and the public loser. UU reads www.uukānshu.com to see who has more cards.

　　 There seems to be no preemptive plan in the city.

　　 "Send the order, let it go!"

　　 Jialu didn’t want to wait anymore, and attacked first. No matter what layout in the city, he couldn’t get more and better than his return shot!

　　 It's time to decide the winner!

　　 One by one the jars filled with kerosene crossed the city head and fell into Haozhou. The cupping jar exploded, and the kerosene splashed all over, like a sea of ​​flames.

　　All the defenders were frightened. At this moment, the big guys were extremely impressed. Fortunately, the buildings adjacent to the city wall were demolished. The fire oil tank fell on the empty ground.

　　If it hadn't been demolished, who would know if all the houses in the city would be set alight!

　　 Old Piff, really black hearted.

　　 Come and be without being indecent, your old Piff has taken action, and we are also welcome.

　　 The trebuchets in the city had already been arranged under Zhang Ximeng's calculations. With the Yuan army firing out cannons, the Red Turban army made the final adjustments and all aimed at the mound.

　　 "Fire!"

　　 With the order, the jars of the same size as the Yuan Army also flew out, only half of the Yuan Army's number, whizzing across the top of the head, and landed on the Yuan Army's mound.

　　 After a short silence, there was a violent explosion on the mound, and the smoke and fire skyrocketed into the sky. For another moment, a flame that was ten times larger burst out, like a fire dragon, rushing towards the sky.

　　The surrounding Yuanbing artillery, and those baby bumps back to the artillery, all fell into the flames.

　　 "It's kerosene, the fierce kerosene was ignited!"

　　 Zhang Ximeng danced his arms and legs, and was very happy. In one round of volley, three mounds were swallowed by the fire, and hundreds of Yuanbing gunners were plunged into the flames.

　　 In this artillery battle, they probably won again!