Jia Lu took out 300 return artillery pieces in one breath. Although only one-third of them could throw more than 100 kilograms of stone bullets, they were still quite shocking.
A few months ago, when Tuotuo attacked Xuzhou, there were not so many counterattacks.
Why is Jarru so powerful?
In the final analysis, it was because of his status as Minister of the Ministry of Industry, responsible for regulating the Yellow River. In the process of regulating the Yellow River, Jia Lu traveled all over the Huanghuai River, and Haozhou naturally knew it.
He also commanded hundreds of thousands of civilians and mobilized countless supplies. When he decided to attack Haozhou, he collected a batch of wood, angles and tendons from Suzhou, Huaiyuan and other places, plus those brought from Xuzhou, and rushed to make them.
Three Lu Gong chariots fired another 300 rounds of artillery fire.
According to Jia Lu's estimation, with his military strength and sophisticated equipment, attacking Haozhou is just a one-off matter. There is nothing to be afraid of a few bandits.
He was also very considerate and sent people to persuade him to surrender, not wanting to cause any harm.
But Jia Lu never expected that first Lu Anmin would be humiliated, and then he would be ridiculed. Unable to do it well, he sent out Lu Gong's vehicles and burned all three of them. He also raised mountains of earth and dug tunnels, but it still failed.
Finally, he brought out all his trump cards, and the Red Scarf Army actually killed him!
Is this, is this still a bandit?
Jia Lu's face turned red. He felt that he, the minister of the Ministry of Industry and a master of water control, had completely lost his face and was ashamed of himself!
"Yes, it's a thunderbolt!" Yue Gecha'er's voice trembled. He never expected that the city would actually use thunderbolts to counterattack their fierce fire oil.
"Master Jia, that's not right. Why do the thieves' thunderbolts shoot farther and are more powerful?" Yue Gecha'er asked in surprise.
Jia Lu suddenly noticed that this seemed to be the case.
The so-called thunderbolt bombs, which reportedly appeared during the battle to destroy the Song Dynasty, are just like the fierce fire oil, they are nothing more than loaded with gunpowder.
However, since gunpowder is not very powerful and easily returns to moisture, thunder bullets are not as effective as fire oil.
Therefore, Jia Lu chose fierce fire oil. This thing could not only kill people, but also set buildings on fire. Yuan soldiers once burned down Xiangyang City. It was definitely the most terrifying siege weapon in the world.
Jia Lu has been reluctant to use it, just for this fatal blow.
But now it has become a complete joke!
"It must be that man in the city. He is better at instruments than I am, so he must be!" The corner of Jia Lu's mouth twitched, and his heart felt cold.
"Such a great talent actually commits himself to becoming a thief. This is God's unfaithfulness to Dayuan!"
The old man broke through the defense. He believed that weapons were far better than soldiers and horses. He didn't care about other things, but if someone was better at using return artillery than him, it would be fatal.
Cheribuka on the side looked disapproving, thinking how capable you are, an old mediocre person? Qingqing is also a loser, and when encountering setbacks, he doesn’t know what to do!
"Master Jia, hurry up and give the order to retreat, otherwise the rest will be destroyed!"
Jia Lu woke up, but the red scarf on the city gave him no chance.
The Red Scarf Army used thunder bombs to blow up five mounds, destroying the batch of return artillery with the longest range and the greatest threat. They immediately turned around and aimed at their positions on the flat ground.
Thunder bombs fell from the sky, and the sound of explosions was heard endlessly. Those well-made return cannons were quickly submerged in the smoke, lying horizontally and vertically, swaying this way and that, and were even blown to pieces and shattered to the ground!
"Okay! All this treasure of old man Jia Lu is finished!" Tang He shouted excitedly, "Chongba, let me go out and kill for a while and kill all those Tatars!"
Zhu Chongba couldn't help but feel excited. Many of the cannons were destroyed, but some were left. In addition, many gunners were running for their lives in embarrassment. Letting them go would be a disaster later.
Zhu Chongba nodded and said: "Okay, we will follow you!"
At this time, Marshal Peng Zaozhu came over. He bowed and said, "Master Zhu, you are the commander. You are responsible for the affairs at the top of the city. You cannot go out easily. Tang Qianhu and I will go out and kill for a while!"
Zhu Chongba was startled for a moment and nodded vigorously.
Peng Zaozhu and Tang He each led five hundred soldiers out of the city gate and killed them!
Since Yuan Bing besieged the city, this was the first time the defenders took the initiative to attack, completely beyond Yuan Bing's expectations.
Since the Huihui artillery was destroyed, the morale of the Yuan army was low. It was the right time for the red scarves to come out. Tang and this guy were like a tiger, chasing the Yuan soldiers and killing them crazily.
With a long knife in his hand, he moved forward indomitably.
Zhang Ximeng also went to the top of the city and looked outside along the crenellations. He happened to see Tang He chasing a Yuan army flag bearer.
In order to survive, the Yuan army threw away the flag. Tang He stepped on the military flag, took three steps and two steps, chased after him, waved his sword and cut from the shoulder to the waist, leaving a gash more than a foot long, and blood gushed out.
The injured Yuan Bing let out a strange cry, turned around and raised his scimitar in a desperate gesture.
Tang He didn't care about the trapped beast and was still fighting. He stared round his eyes and struck out with a knife first. Yuan Bing's scimitar was half a foot away from him, but his throat was split by Tang He. The dignified Mongolian warrior, in the moment of competition for courage, lost.
It's going to be a mess.
Tang He stepped over the man's corpse and ran towards the next target.
The soldiers behind him were so inspired that they shouted to kill and shook the sky with their momentum like a rainbow!
"It's really full of vitality, everything is competing!" Zhang Ximeng couldn't help but clapped his hands in admiration. He looked to the other side and found that Peng Zaozhu was even three points more ruthless than Tang He.
He was filled with hatred. The city of Xuzhou was destroyed and hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians died tragically. Yuan Ting's sin was too deep.
Tang He and Peng Zao lived like two fierce dragons, sweeping through the clouds. The Yuan soldiers that were still left were all killed, and the remaining cannons were also destroyed.
Just when they successfully completed their mission, Zhang Ximeng noticed that Tang He did not stop, but continued to chase the defeated troops and kill Jia Lu's army formation.
crazy!
Zhang Ximeng was shocked and looked at Zhu Chongba hurriedly, withdraw his troops, don't send them away!
Unexpectedly, Zhu Chongba's face was somber and he didn't say a word, just looking at it.
No matter how anxious Zhang Ximeng was, it was of no use. He could only watch in fear.
Tang He just stared at Jia Lu's flag, grabbed a horse, and rushed towards Jia Lu.
"Old man, your death has come!"
A group of men and horses were quickly separated from the Yuan army to stop Tang He. Unexpectedly, Tang He was possessed by the God of Death and quickly rushed out of the way and moved forward again.
At this moment, Yue Gechaer quickly drew his bow and shot two arrows at Tang He.
One of the arrows missed, and one hit Tang He's shoulder... But this man didn't care at all, but laughed wildly, "Dog Tartars, aren't you invincible in riding and shooting? That's all you have!"
Tang He grabbed the arrow from his shoulder, threw it hard, and continued to charge forward.
At this time, the Yuan soldiers were frightened and retreated one after another.
Tang He was less than fifty steps away from Jia Lu, and he could clearly see each other's face.
There wasn't much fear on Jia Lu's face. He was just stunned. These thieves actually had such warriors?
Yue Gechaer saw it clearly and quickly pulled the reins to protect Jia Lu as he retreated.
Cheribuhua was even more slippery than the two of them and ran faster.
Without their commander-in-chief, the Yuan army collapsed immediately... Tang He and Peng Zaozhu chased them to the gate of the Yuan army camp. Only then did the gong sound on the city, indicating that the red scarf had won a complete victory.
A thousand men and horses chased an army of more than 10,000 yuan and beat them until they fled back to the camp. It seemed like nonsense... But in the past, Yuan soldiers only needed a few thousand people to defeat tens of thousands of Song troops.
Tooth. Going further back, hundreds of Jin soldiers dared to charge into the Song army which was dozens of times larger.
Of course, the strong soldiers of the Han and Tang Dynasties were enough to equal ten.
It seems that there is really good luck. Today, God is on the side of the Red Scarf Army and Zhu Chongba.
However, there is also a more practical explanation. After the failure of the artillery battle, the morale of the Yuan army was greatly damaged. The defeated troops ran back, tying up the Yuan army, causing chaos and no intention to fight.
It was only natural that Tang He and Peng Zaozhu took advantage of the opportunity and went out to kill and take advantage.
But any advantage is not in vain. One thousand soldiers were killed, but only more than 700 people came back, almost a quarter of them died outside the city.
As the corpses were brought back one by one, someone was crying not far from the city gate, and the crying became louder and louder... An old woman with gray hair suddenly rushed in and hugged a young corpse,
Howling loudly.
"My son!"
The woman's cry was heartbreaking. Zhu Chongba hurried over, and Tang He also hurried over. He endured the pain and said, "This, this brother is a good man. He killed five Tatars by himself, and he also
I stole a war horse!"
Zhu Chongba nodded vigorously and leaned over, "Old madam, my condolences, I will give you your pension later and bury our brother properly!"
The old woman barely held back her tears. She stared at her son who died in the battle. She suddenly stretched out her hand and took off her son's blood-stained war jacket. She turned her head, walked to the front of the crowd, and put it on another young man's body.
"Second brother, you, you, just wear your elder brother's war jacket, follow Mr. Zhu to kill the Tatars! Avenge your elder brother!"