Spoiling History: Starting from the Three Kingdoms

Zhu Ling was in a terrible mood at the moment. Wingdings: ♦︎♦︎⬧︎♦︎◆︎⌧︎♦︎♦︎□︎❍︎

It is recognized that Chang'an City is high and deep, and it is what Zhu Ling believes is his biggest reliance in this battle.

When the Han Dynasty was the capital, the city wall was already three feet and five feet high.

Later, because it was located in the Three Qin Dynasties, it had to face the threat of the Huns early on, and later the Qiang caused chaos.

For various reasons, Chang'an's city wall has been getting taller, and now it is five feet high (nearly twelve meters), which is considered to be the most impressive in the world.

Therefore, although there were few soldiers in Chang'an City, Zhu Ling was not worried.

How could a five-foot-high city wall be easily conquered without thirty to fifty thousand people fighting to the death?

Therefore, seeing that the rebel army numbered no more than 10,000 people, and most of them were cavalry, it was difficult for Zhu Ling to take this group of troops to heart. The person who was more worried about Xia Houyuan when he was defending the city was that there was still no news.

Now that Lu Zhao is dead and has no one to accompany him, if General Xia Houyuan's army fails, then I'm afraid...

Inexplicably, Zhu Ling began to worry about her situation, and even had a crazy idea in her heart:

If General Xiahou died in battle, it would be hard to say that he had made a contribution to assisting Zhong Sili in retreating the enemy in Chang'an...

But within half a day, an ordinary stone grinder that could be seen in a farmhouse delivered a shocking blow to Chang'an City, and Zhu Ling wiped his sweat and understood:

He was optimistic too early.

While sending people to inform Zhong Sili about the incident, Zhu Ling ordered the news to be blocked and asked the soldiers to clean up the place.

But unfortunately, part of this stone mill, which seemed to weigh three to four hundred kilograms, was deeply embedded in the city wall and could not be moved at all.

This stone mill was placed here like a magnet, firmly attracting the eyes of the surrounding Cao soldiers, and logically, he thought silently in his heart:

If this thing hits me...

As a result, the surrounding Cao soldiers suddenly had other thoughts and stepped back involuntarily.

Zhong Yao came very quickly, and ignored Zhu Ling's obstruction and climbed directly onto the city wall, and came to the stone roller to take a closer look.

Did this stone mill fly up directly from the bandit camp? Zhong Yao was surprised.

Zhu Ling thought Zhong Sili didn't believe it, so he hurriedly expressed with gestures that he was concentrating on defending the city at that time. He saw with his own eyes that this thing was as fast as thunder rising from the rebel camp and heading straight for the city wall.

There must be ghosts and gods helping the bandit army! Zhu Ling stated his judgment confidently.

Ghosts and gods help? Zhong Yao's tone was subtle, but he didn't say anything in the end.

I looked at the military camp outside the city from a distance. Even here, I could see the enemy camp brightly lit and people coming and going.

According to Zhu Ling, the bandits stopped attacking after throwing stones.

But he didn't take advantage of the situation to attack the city. Instead, he seemed to go directly to bury the pot and make rice. It seemed that today's war was over.

Zhu Ling carefully stated his guess:

I'm afraid the Immortal Master among the bandits can only fly a huge boulder in one day.

As long as Sili gives the order, I will go out of the city tonight to attack at night. If I find the immortal master, I will chop him into pieces with a knife!

Zhong Yao suddenly couldn't laugh or cry.

He certainly didn't believe in ghosts and gods, and he had also heard about the thunderbolt chariot used by Cao Gong during the battle of Guandu.

Therefore, although Nao didn't understand why he could have the huge power to drive this stone, he still had a vague guess in his mind.

Upon hearing Zhu Ling's plan, he immediately shook his head in denial, with a thoughtful look on his face:

This is not an immortal...or a policeman.

Then he told Zhu Ling:

Tomorrow... if Uncle Liu's soldiers and horses attack the city, and the soldiers are careful to deal with it... if there are many such boulders, then...

Zhong Yao thought carefully when he spoke, and the soldiers around him also stretched their ears, and finally heard what Zhong Yao said after thinking:

Then...you don't have to fight to the death.

No need to fight to the death? Zhu Ling repeated with a strange expression, and then saw Zhong Yao nodding his head calmly to confirm.

Looking at Zhong Sili's leaving figure, and then thinking about the phalanx of powerful crossbows fired during the powerful martial arts water, Zhu Ling finally muttered:

No need to fight to the death? Isn't that simple?

As the defender, there is not much that can be done. Facing the siege, we can only use tactics and tactics.

Today's siege is destined to be something Zhu Ling will never forget.

The same is true for Huo Jun.

The imaginary siege should be to build the Jingyun ladder for attacking Yangping Pass, and then he would take the lead and lead the troops to ascend first.

As long as I can capture Chang'an for Duke Xuande, I can't repay Duke Xuande's kindness even if I die in battle!

But what is the siege in front of us now?

The four feet of the trebuchet were rammed into the ground with wooden stakes to support the giant arm above. There was a huge stone hanging from one end, and the other was slightly longer and had a bullet bag at the end.

Yesterday, he just watched this thing easily throw the four hundred kilogram stone onto the city wall of Chang'an without any effort.

The stone grinder requires a strong person to lift it up carefully, not to mention throwing it, but this stone-throwing function is very good.

At this time, there were eight such giant weapons.

Huo Jun saw Military Advisor Zhuge standing on a high place with his lord's sword hanging on his waist, then he pointed the feather fan in his right hand at Chang'an and shouted angrily:

Prepare for bombardment!

So the soldiers carefully carried hundreds of kilograms of heavy objects such as stone grinders and mortars and put them into the ammunition bags.

Seeing that the trebuchet ammunition was all loaded, Kong Ming waved his feather fan down hard:

Cannon fire!

Huo Jun subconsciously held his breath. He saw a strong soldier under each trebuchet. At this time, he followed the order and swung his ax down to cut off the hemp rope in front of him.

The hemp rope was connected to a live iron hook, and the end of the live iron hook was on one side of the long arm of the trebuchet. Once released, the weights weighing a thousand kilograms fixed at the end fell together.

The extremely heavy ammunition bag was now lifted up lightly, and after swinging in a thrilling semicircle, the heavy object in the ammunition bag was thrown out.

The soldiers in charge of the bombardment didn't look at it. After the launch, some soldiers immediately stepped forward to turn the winch connected to the weight at the end of the trebuchet.

As the warriors exerted their strength together, the weight that fell to the ground was raised again, and the end of the ammunition bag landed again.

The strong soldier holding the ax immediately hung a live hook on it and re-fixed it with a hemp rope, so that the trebuchet returned to its unfired state.

Looking at the orderly and meticulous movements of these artillery soldiers, Huo Jun felt that they were full of strange beauty.

It turns out that the products made by engineering can be as wonderful as wells and ladders, can benefit the people like water power plants, and can be as neat and uniform as strong crossbow reciprocating formations.

And at this time, he can still appear on the battlefield with such a violent attitude!

Zhu Ling no longer had the leisure to sigh.

The eight flying stones were almost all aimed at the top of the city wall, but there were almost all slight differences.

There were three flying stones that created three gaps in the wall just like yesterday, as well as three extremely cruel paintings depicting blood, intestines, etc.

The remaining five completely crossed the city wall and flew into the city, making even greater noise.

Some stones smashed through the four courtyards without losing their momentum, and they hit the stone tables in the courtyards and knocked them away. Then, these stones that used to be like dead objects now turned into giant beasts and rampaged around, destroying as much as they wanted. Touch everything you can touch.

A mortar directly broke the old tree that the two of them were hugging, and then continued to roll forward, collapsing many things. Then the tree slowly fell down and crushed the lintel of the courtyard door.

All this was clearly seen by all the soldiers on the city wall, and then there was only a hissing sound from the city wall.

Here we go again! Some soldiers yelled heartbreakingly.

Zhu Ling quickly looked back and saw eight more flying stones taking off from Liu Huangshu's military camp and heading towards the city.

And one of them was heading straight towards his position.

Zhu Ling's dead soul emerged and ran towards the right to his death.

This was a heavy stone, and it started to fall midway. It still smashed the female wall and embedded itself in the ground at the top of the city wall.

The shattered female wall was torn into pieces, and those rammed earth fragments were also given extremely high power, causing the surrounding soldiers to wail incessantly.

The largest piece flew a very short distance and hit Zhu Ling's head with great force as he ran for the road.

So the general who defended the city immediately fell down, and at the same time he felt that all the sounds heard by his ears were leaving him.

Zhu Ling heard some soldiers shouting: The general has been smashed to death!

Then there were the sounds of messy footsteps. He could even tell the direction of these footsteps. They were probably going down the city wall and giving up the defense.

Then Zhu Ling knew nothing and fainted.

When Zhu Ling regained consciousness again, she felt a little out of breath.

After a while, his hands and feet regained consciousness. After struggling to push away the messy soil, bricks, and half-drawn corpses, Zhu Ling stood up in confusion.

The helmet that saved his life had been thrown away. After smoothing away his scattered hair, Zhu Ling stood up in a daze. The first thing he did was to rush to the city wall to observe the situation.

It should have just fallen into the night at this time, and there was no brightly lit scene outside the city last night. The camp was now dimly lit, which made Zhu Ling suddenly feel happy.

But then he laughed at himself, how could such a sharp weapon fail miserably? Most likely we have reached Chang'an!

Despite his reluctance, Zhu Ling still walked slowly to the side close to the city, took a deep breath and looked around.

Sure enough, the lights in Chang'an City were much brighter than yesterday.

Rubbing his face, Zhu Lingtong felt frustrated.

No matter how you look at it, there is only one answer: Chang'an has been lost.

This answer made me walk back and forth on the city wall: What should he do?

While pacing back and forth in confusion, Zhu Ling was startled and hurriedly ran to the edge of the city wall again to look out as hard as he could.

He saw a long line of fire, winding from the distance.

As a general, he could only understand that this was soldiers marching at night with torches!

Zhu Ling couldn't help but have expectations in her heart:

Counting the time, General Xiahou must have come back!

Although the city was cold and he was hungry, Zhu Ling was willing to endure it for General Xiahou.