When he chose to fight in a roundabout way when he had a huge advantage, was Lin Qian stupid or foolish? Pity or worried about Lin Mo? To protect the army or the people? Or maybe he had high requirements for the generals and hoped that everyone would achieve zero flaws in the simple mode and go to the future

Can you be sure of success in hard mode?

After all, in the Bei Longshou Mountain area, the recent confrontation between Temujin's forces and Li Junqian Yue Feng is said to have won seven out of ten. And the strength of the two gang leaders, Li and Yue, has been witnessed by all.

There are different opinions and no consensus. During this period, the quality displayed by the Allied Forces, epitomized by Song Heng and Kunpeng, is "No matter how doubtful you are, you still believe in the Lord." First of all, who said that most people think that it is right to fight violently and brutally?

Second, even if you want to convince the lord, you have to ease his worries first. Maybe everyone will be happy.

However, during the journey of searching for stones with Kunpeng, Song Heng did not miss many buddies in charge of logistics. After all, he had done it before, but he was not so incompetent: "Hey, I also know that the southeast wind and sand in Xuanhua are filled with wind and sand, and ready-made stones are transported from Xining.

It’s difficult to get over the stone... But it’s been several days, and it’s time to arrive! Who would have thought that after finally getting through the wilderness, we actually got lost again! People with cripples are not as good as birds, do you think it’s irritating or not!”

"And there's this matter!" Kunpeng asked himself to avoid suspicion for many inside stories, so he didn't understand it as well as Song Heng. Hearing this, he was suddenly surprised. No wonder the problem of lack of stone could not be solved from the rear for several days, so that there is no other way to do it on the front line.

, we can only look for fish that have slipped through the enemy's net on the spot.

However, it has to be said that the Mongolian army is really brave and careful. There is no solid stone that can be used for dozens of miles. The two of them searched around and cursed all the way to nothing, and their tempers became worse and worse.

Da. In the deep mountains and old forests, Song Heng didn't pay attention for a moment. He turned around and bumped into an old tree with a loud bang. In response, a red envelope appeared on his forehead.

"Oh Lord, are you okay?" Kunpeng followed the sound and knew that the impact was serious.

"My mother, why is this wood harder than iron?" Song Heng angrily stood up with his head on his hands.

"This should be mulberry wood, which is what the Divine Arm Bow is made of..." Kunpeng was explaining, when the two looked at each other and suddenly said "Wow" at the same time: "Is it really harder than iron!?"

Fortunately, the lord calculated faster than Lin Mo, so the Mongolian army has not yet finished clearing the solid walls - because the enemy's focus is on stones, the wood has not had time to cut down, and among them is the extremely hard mulberry wood!

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Song Heng and Kunpeng immediately asked their cronies to chop down trees together, but a new problem soon emerged:

There are quite a few trees, but how can there be so many qualified ones!

Yes, if everyone was really tough, they would have caught the eyes of the Mongolian army and would not have kept them for the Song army.

Isn't it because Song Heng and Kunpeng discovered it late because there were so few?! We can't dismantle the Divine Arm Bow!

The men cut down a lot of wood, but it is estimated that not much of it can be put to use. Song Heng and Kunpeng were a little bit unhappy, and they didn't know whether to take it back to the camp. "Leave it where you are for now, and don't make any noise.

." They hit it off immediately and continued looking for stones.

As the sun set, in a small village a few miles away from the front line, the two happened to meet Mu Zi Teng, who was temporarily living on the second line. They were communicating with a man who looked like a craftsman next to the shop. There was no need for language communication, because Mu Zi Teng had a hand in his hand.

The broken gun he gestured with matched that person's occupation.

"Deputy Village Leader Mu wants to repair weapons?" Song Heng looked around and saw that there were still some people there. He thought that he came to this village because of its deep and winding roads, so he left behind a group of Xia people who had not had time to evacuate. There was Mu Zi Teng, who was at the rear.

He didn't take a break either, probably looking for people in the name of cultivating soldiers.

"Master Song, Master Kun, my gun has been damaged for a long time, and I finally have time to repair it!" Mu Ziteng waved to them from a distance, acting as if he was at home, "If you really can't repair it, just cast a few new ones.

It works."

"Hey, these things are soaked in water to increase their weight, or what?" Kunpeng looked at the unformed magic weapons and weapons in the shop and asked if he didn't understand.

The craftsman was stunned and then laughed: "You know how to use it, but you have never seen the casting process! This is called quenching: heating the object, then immersing it in water and quickly cooling it, so as to change the properties of the object." As he spoke,

He patted his chest again and said, "Of course, this depends on craftsmanship. If you don't control the heat well, it will be difficult to succeed."

Kunpeng and Song Heng looked at each other, neither of them understood. They only saw him patting his chest.

When the translator Mu Ziteng had found arrived, the embarrassment of looking at each other was resolved.

"Oh, this is the secret to making weapons, right?" Mu Zi Teng was taught.

"So, only steel can do this? What about wood, can it do this too?" Song Heng asked hurriedly, projectiles can't throw iron, right? Iron is still reliable for making weapons.

"Of course you can! However, it depends on what kind of wood it is. You may need to apply techniques according to the material, exchange heat oil, water vapor, etc." The craftsman said, "If done well, the wood can be as hard as iron and durable."

"Master is still afraid that the people will have a hard time. Unexpectedly, there are experts among the people." Kunpeng smiled and praised, and with a sudden glance, Song Heng had already picked up the man and left.

Mu Ziteng and Kunpeng both changed their expressions: "Master Song, what is this..."

Song Hengjian walked like flying: "I can't make it in time and I'm running and talking!"

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Who can compare to Song Heng who pays attention to every little thing around him and is always thinking about how to solve the overall situation?

Lack of stone? Then cut down the wood and use wooden balls to make bullets. If the wood is not hard? Find a craftsman and use his craftsmanship to quench and carbonize it.

"The equipment is sufficient and the techniques are superb. It only takes a few hours. Lord, we won't wait for the logistics!" Song Heng's heart was warm.

"Song Wenfa! Who did you learn from to carry people here!!" Lin Qian had the nerve to ask.

"It's a good idea." Chen Xu said. Once the projectile machine comes into use, the Mongolian army station will only collapse. Once and for all, it will reduce the casualties in the protracted war. If this plan comes true, everyone will be happy.

That night, Lin Qian personally patrolled. Chen Xu, Huan Duan and other military advisors and the deputy commander of the Gansu Military Department joined forces in the tent to select the terrain, predict the wind, arrange the route, calculate the ball trajectory, calibrate the projectile equipment, and weigh the shooter's loyalty.

Sincerity. As for the place where the wooden balls are made, since the equipment is complete, it is still in the blacksmith shop in the mountain village. The task of transporting the wooden balls to the battlefield is left to Song Heng, Kunpeng and Mu Ziteng. Everything is ready, and in the early morning of the ninth day of the lunar month, the battle will start decisively -

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At dawn, dozens of the latest projectors were arrayed under the city, showing great majesty. Even if the cowardly Xue Jun had never seen those things, the Golden Horde warriors had encountered them. The missiles were filled with rocks falling from the sky, sinking seven feet into the ground, and it was deafening. If

If the opponent accumulates enough, he can pile up stones to equal the city...

But... "How could they suddenly have savings?"

Suddenly? I was also thinking hard and brainstorming.

Yongmou's equipment was crushed. What could the Mongolian army do to fight against such an allied force?

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Artillery and arrows exchanged fire with ease, covering the sky. The atmosphere of doomsday was rising, and the Mongolian army was even more desperate. They even had little confidence left to set fire to threaten.

Watching helplessly as the Jade Dragon Sword ripples across the mountains and rivers, the scale-reverse spear splits the sky, the wind and lightning palm shoots out sparks, and the Chu Kuang Dao pierces the rainbow, and these are just Lin Qian's partial masters... no, just a drop in the bucket!

"Death... defend to the death..."

Before Yao Xiang decided to invade Xixia, the main thing the Mongolian army wanted was to accumulate experience in siege. Later, they found that there were ready-made siege textbooks that could be copied. The person who compiled the book was the powerful alliance headed by Lin Qian... So what? I can only feel grateful.

Watch, don't practice, all I have accumulated in the past six months is similar to Lin Mo's experience in defending the city!

But how to defend it? The Prince Cao Mansion that Lin Mo used to control was indeed able to hold on to the end in a desperate situation that was riddled with holes.

Now... dragons and snakes are mixed.

As mentioned before, the framework of the Great Wall of Steel, which was built with flesh and blood by the Mongolian troops, was actually the Xixia and Gansu Military Division that they deceived and robbed. These people were originally coerced or suppressed, and there were many who had no choice but to surrender to Mongolia.

Because small things lead to big things, there are still tens of thousands of people in this walled city. They were once "driven away from dogs and chickens", and they have long wanted to spread the word to the outside world that Lin Qian, who believed that the sword was not easy to use and that the common people were the most important thing, opened the city.

At the critical moment, these Xixia soldiers and civilians turned against each other in battle, reliving Lin Mo's "betrayal" for Mu Huali! Making matters worse!

The soles of the feet are trembling and the center of gravity is downward. It is not advisable to stay for a long time. How can we defeat a strong enemy and coordinate our "subordinates" internally and externally?

Thanks to his good mentality, Lin Mo didn't collapse. Perhaps he was used to being sacrificed and betrayed: "The situation is over, we can only continue to retreat north..." Even though he was as determined as yesterday, the melancholy in his expression was vaguely visible.

"How is it possible... the royal power is so vulnerable?" Mu Huali was only willing to believe that it was not the Xixia rebels who surrendered to Lin Qian this time but the official army and the right wing army!!

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"The capital commander finally came to surrender!" On the afternoon of the ninth day of the lunar month, the deputy commander-in-chief came to see Lin Qian with a secret letter, and he was very happy.

When he called on the army to resist the Mongols in Xining Prefecture a few days ago, he mentioned that the Gansu Military Division was being persecuted by the Mongolian army from top to bottom, but he also told Lin Qian in private that he had saved face for his superiors - the Dutong Army was deceived.

The one who led his cronies surrendered to Mongolia; otherwise Xuanhua would not have been so difficult.

The reason was that the counselor in white demonized Lin Qian, falsely accused him of killing all the people, and forced the Mongolian army to beg his neighbor. The essence was that his Song army wanted to annex Xixia Yunyun. Like Yelu Changkong, the Dutong army was deceived by preconceptions.

"The rumors collapsed and he defected to the alliance king. It was only a matter of time, but I didn't expect it to happen so soon!" Of course the deputy commander was happy, he was a superior and a brother.

"That's great! With his auxiliary wings broken, the Mongolian army can only be defeated and flee." Chen Xu smiled, "I'm not happy. This is the letter I've been waiting for."

"So, no more artillery bombardment? Can Xuanhua Mansion march straight in without losing any blood?" Song Heng happened to come to the tent and was delighted when he heard this.

"Let's go, come with me." Lin Qian pulled Song Heng.

"Hey, Lord, why are you so calm and calm?" Song Heng was very curious. Lin Qian was not as excited as him. "Have you never considered what will happen if the army's morale is shaken if it cannot be attacked for a long time? Or you have considered that we will grow.

To help you solve the problem quickly?"

"Haha." Lin Qian was startled at first, then laughed arrogantly, "Of course I have considered it! If we really can't capture it, I will break off the Mu Huali auxiliary wing - capture the capital army into a cave and tie them up, it's simple and crude."

Chen Xu smiled and didn't mention Lin Qian's confession on the tenth day of the lunar month.

"Is it true, my lord still has this hobby..." Song Heng couldn't tell if this was a joke, so he simply didn't think much and took a bottle of wine from Thirteen Wings, "Don't hijack him, it's better to make friends!"

"Not much to say, let's go together and make new friends." Lin Qian smiled and called out to his friends.
Chapter completed!