"Let me tell you, my niece is called Shui Ling. She comes from all over the country, and people who come to her door to marry her have crossed the threshold. My eldest brother refuses. No matter what, she has to marry a loyal soldier.

Captain, Little Ear, with this merit, we all have the first position, and we can easily get it." Lao Bian kept working under him. Before joining the army, he had been a plow craftsman, and he was familiar with making wooden barrels.

"Then, do you know how to be filial to my parents?" Little Ear was also moved, but when marrying a virtuous wife, you must find someone who respects your parents.

"I'm not bragging, my niece is definitely well-behaved and smart, and is good at housework. Last year, she went to work as an apprentice in a garment factory. After only three months, she became a full-time worker, and the wages were quite good.

"Old Bian is indeed very optimistic about his niece. Whoever marries her will definitely be blessed with a lifetime of cultivation.

Of course, one thing Lao Bian didn't say was that his eldest brother's requirements for betrothal gifts were a bit high, and most people couldn't afford them. But since Little Ear had done such a great service for him, the reward would be big, so he could certainly afford it.

"Then, when we get settled later, I'll ask Uncle Bian to help me settle the matter." After the little ear finished speaking, even his neck turned red. If it's really so good, it would be worthwhile to pay more as a betrothal gift. After all, people can earn a lot of money.

Less money.

Today's mate selection is no longer the same as in the past. As long as a girl can do housework, she will be popular. Instead, she will be more popular if she has a good job in the workshop.

If both husband and wife can have a good job, it is relatively easy to buy a small house in the city. The sledgehammer in the hand of the little ear danced harder, and when he hammered down, gravel scattered everywhere.

He used his hands and feet to clear out all the gravel in the cave. According to the instructions of the Duke of Guo, he had to dig out a hole of at least one and a half feet. In his heart, what the Duke of Guo said was the truth and must be completed to the letter.

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On the other side, Lao Bian moved quickly. The wooden barrel in his hand was already finished. He opened the backpack piled on the ground and found oil-paper bags lying inside. The oil-paper bags contained granular gunpowder.

With a "bang~" sound, a South Vietnamese soldier fell to the entrance of the city gate and struggled to get up.

Lao Bian took out a musket about a foot long from his waist, lit the match at the back end of the gun on the torch, took aim, pulled the trigger, and used the match to ignite the primer.

There was a loud "Bang~" sound, but the distance was only ten feet away. The iron bullet easily penetrated the opponent's armor. The opponent's face was full of unwillingness. He tried to get up several times, but eventually died of excessive blood loss.

Sun Yu arranged for them to come here and naturally made the most complete preparations. This is an experimental result of the craftsman camp and cannot be mass-produced at the moment.

Lao Bian and Little Ear each have a short musket. Within a short distance, their armor-breaking power is stronger than a crossbow, and they are easy to carry.

Take out a wooden stick with cotton cloth tied at one end, put it in and clean it, take out a paper bag with a fixed amount of gunpowder, then take out an iron bullet, change the end of the wooden stick and poke it all the way to the end. The process is not too different from that of artillery loading.

Big difference.

"Uncle, please keep the torch farther away, I'm afraid." Xiao Er gulped. If there were any sparks in Lao Bian's big bucket of gunpowder, let alone the Duke's plan, their lives would be certain.

It’s all explained here.

"Little Ear, don't be afraid, my hands won't tremble." Old Bian said nicely, but he still put the torch forward.

The battle outside the city gate continued. Inside the city gate, the two of them seemed to be in another world.

Lao Bian coiled the match rope twice in the gunpowder, then passed it through the hole in the barrel, then continued to cover it with gunpowder, and then sealed the barrel.

The sky was slightly bright, and just before the gate of the city, the little ears were opened

One shot, this was the sixth person they killed.

"Uncle, it's almost done." Little Ear measured it with his hands and found that it was about eight feet deep, which was three feet deeper than the Duke of Guo requested.

"Take it and guard it." Lao Bian handed the musket to Xiao Er and asked him to guard it on the outside. It can be used alternately. As long as two or more enemy troops don't appear at once, it will be fine.

The barrel was very heavy and the opening of the hole was very small. Old Bian pushed it forward little by little until it reached the deepest point. After carefully checking the match rope to make sure it was correct, Lao Bian began to slowly move out.

All the match ropes outside the barrel are threaded into the bamboo poles with hollowed out bamboo joints, because the holes will be filled up, and the space in the bamboo poles can ensure the burning of the match ropes.

As Lao Bian retreated, he pushed forward the materials within his reach. Only by blocking them could the power of the gunpowder explosion blow open the blocked city gate.

"Replace people again, the fifth and sixth regiments will be on top." Sun Yu has been checking everything in the city gate through the telescope. He is very close to success.

In such a close battle with the enemy on the city wall, even with the help of artillery and the enemy being condescending, the casualties of the loyal army were still very high. In order to break open the city gate, these losses were acceptable.

The 1st and 2nd regiments had already withdrawn and were replaced by the 3rd and 4th regiments. In line with the principle of shouldering hardship together, now it was the turn of the 5th and 6th regiments.

After Gan Yue and Deng Qin received their orders, they immediately began to organize manpower replacement.

Mu Zhiyuan, who was on the top of the city, wiped the sweat from his forehead. Just now, a cannonball hit him less than three steps away. The splashed gravel hit his palm, instantly opening a wound and drawing blood.

DC.

Until now, the enemy soldiers in the city gate cave should still be intact. He sent many people down, but under the attack of the opponent, they were basically unable to get close to the city gate.

The moat was only five feet away from the city wall. It was originally intended to limit the enemy's attack, but now it also restricted his own. Even if the heavy shield soldiers went down, across the moat, it would be difficult to avoid the opponent's crossbows.

"Everyone, you are all the elites of our country. For the king and for the people in this city, you need to take risks and sacrifice. I will give you the best equipment. I only have one request for you, which is to kill the city.

The enemy soldiers at the door, whether alive or dead, will be rewarded with a hundred taels of silver per person. Leave them here. Those who can come back will take it themselves. Those who cannot come back will be delivered to your homes personally." Mu Zhiyuan pulled it off the table.

The silk cloth has dazzling silver ingots underneath. If you want people to fight for it, they have to spend their capital.

If you want to withstand the opponent's attack, you must wear full body armor and carry a large shield, and divide it into two rows, the inside and outside. The people on the outside will fight for the lives of those on the inside. Whenever someone on the outside is hit by a crossbow and dies, someone must support him.

Go up, and so on, until you reach the city gate.

Mu Zhiyuan estimated the opponent's attack power. It would take only a short while to kill these two hundred warriors. He couldn't find so many warriors, and the opponent had to be willing to die. In such a situation where death is basically inevitable, if

If you use forceful means to force the situation, if you are not careful, the formation will be disrupted, which will be counterproductive.

On both sides of the city gate, a piece of rope was suddenly thrown out. South Vietnamese elites, fully armored and carrying a heavy shield in their left hand, held the rope with their right hand, pressed it on their shoulders, stepped on the city wall, and walked down.

The sound of "ding-dong" was endless, and many crossbow arrows were quickly inserted into the heavy shields of the South Vietnamese soldiers, but most of them still walked down steadily.

After landing, the South Vietnamese elite immediately formed a formation, turned sideways, raised their heavy shields, and walked neatly towards the city gate with small steps.

Mu Zhiyuan leaned out from the wall and took a look. He was determined. With the current speed, he would be able to enter the city gate very soon.

In the cave.

"Blow the trumpet!" Sun Yu admired these people. They were all brave warriors. They were also extraordinary elites under his command. Fortunately, he was prepared, otherwise his success would be in vain.

Old Bian, who was busy filling in the hole, huddled in the corner of the city gate, placing two stones and wood in front of his head to provide some resistance. His little ears were also the same, and he pressed his whole body against the wall.

, wishing to squeeze into the wall.

As the horn blew, pieces of black cloth were lifted behind the neatly arranged heavy armor, revealing the dark barrels.

The artillery that had been loaded long ago was pushed directly to the front, aiming at the South Vietnamese elites who were advancing with huge shields.

Mu Zhiyuan naturally saw such a big movement. There were about twenty strange trebuchets. Although the power of this thing was unparalleled, it was impossible to take away the warriors below him in one wave. As long as three or five people were killed,

If you enter the city gate, you can defeat the opponent's conspiracy.

"Boom~boom~" There were loud noises one after another, and the overwhelming iron bullets flew towards the other side of the river. What was being loaded this time was not ordinary artillery shells, but special shotshells.

Although the power of a single iron bullet is far inferior to that of a cannonball, it is not a problem to break the shield at such a short distance.

The elites carrying heavy shields fell in pieces like harvested wheat.

There was a "clang~" sound, and there was a crisp sound on the stone in front of Lao Bian. He looked up and saw a crack directly on the stone, which had split into two halves. He was so frightened that he continued to stick to the wall.

I just regret that I don’t have the wall-walking skill like a gecko.

Mu Zhiyuan could no longer control the tragic situation below the city. Tears were shining in his eyes. He had only one thought, that is, hurry up. There is still a chance. If so many lives are lost, the goal still cannot be achieved. This city,

I really can't hold on anymore.

Qian Hongchu, who was far away in the palace, didn't know the situation here yet, and was still thinking that the first batch of vanguards of King Qin's army should arrive tomorrow.

It's impossible for heaven to hear Mu Zhiyuan's prayers. This batch of artillery uses a combination of muskets. After one shot is fired, it can be replaced with a new musket to continue firing.

Compared with the artillery in the rear artillery position, the attack distance is much smaller, but the attack speed is extremely fast, making it a powerful weapon in close combat.

The gunner skillfully removed the musket that had been fired, then loaded the prepared musket. After only four or five breaths, he lit the fuse on the gun again.

Another shotgun attack, the South Vietnamese elite were able to continue moving forward, but there were still a dozen people waiting for them, and what was waiting for them was the concentrated coverage of bed crossbows.

With only three steps to go, a South Vietnamese elite was hit by an arrow in his right leg. He used his hands and left leg together to crawl towards the city gate. But what was waiting for him was the cold crossbow arrows. Even if he went in, there would only be fiery bullets.

War is so cruel and inhumane.

"Stop blowing the trumpet!" Sun Yu put down the telescope and sat on the Grand Master's chair. These are all truly loyal and brave men, but unfortunately, they are hostile to each other.

"Little Ear, stir the cement, it will be used soon." As soon as the horn sound stopped, Old Bian knew it was safe, climbed up from the ground, and continued to fill the hole.

"Send someone to the palace and tell the king that the general is incompetent!" Mu Zhiyuan went down to the city and said to Qian Zhixing, the recorder who was waiting here. This person was responsible for recording the battles at the city gate and sending them to the king regularly.

"General, why?" Qian Zhixing was startled. His surname was also Qian. Although he was far from the Yue King Qian Hongchu, he was also from the royal family.
Chapter completed!