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Chapter 3: Work hard (1)

"Grip, grip, grip..." The winch of the bed crossbow slowly rotated under the joint force of the three yellow cows... Another rope hanging on the winch moved back inch by inch, and the crossbow string twisted by the cow tendon was also pulled by the iron hook on the rope, spreading inch by inch. The two opposite bow arms gradually bent, gradually forming a perfect full moon.

Three loaders ran up one after another. The first person simply raised the teeth and hooked the crossbow string. The second person quickly placed a crossbow arrow with an adult's arm thickness and a length of 100 feet into a special groove. The third person hung a wooden barrel worth more than five kilograms on an iron hook specially made at the front of the arrow rod, then pulled out a fire slammed from his waist, shook it in the wind, turned around, and looked at Li Shun, who was ten steps behind the crossbow, asked for instructions on the next step.

Li Shun'er, who usually talks and laughs all the time no matter who meets him, now he looks as if he has changed to another person, with a solemn face. He first raised his thumb with his right hand and stretched his arms towards the arrow cluster of crossbow arrows, and then extended his eyes along the arrow cluster, until he met the wall of the village a hundred and fifty steps away. Suddenly, he shook his head and shouted loudly: "Rise up, raise the rod upwards, two fingers, higher, higher, yes, just like that, steadily-"

The first two loaders bent down and kept adjusting the "rack" at the front end of the crossbow according to his requirements. The clusters of crossbows quickly raised upwards and pointed far away at the roof of a small building behind the village wall. Li Shun'er, with a stern face, finally showed a smile on the corner of her mouth, swung her right arm down, and shouted loudly, "Ignite!"

The third loader quickly used a fire break to ignite a thin and long lead under the barrel. Li Shuner, commander of the Fourth Battalion of the left wing of the Cangzhou Army, personally picked up a huge wooden hammer, rushed forward several steps, and hit the mechanism behind the crossbow truck. "Bang!" The mechanism fell, and the tooth of the machine that was holding the crossbow string quickly retracted. The crossbow arrow that had lost its bond suddenly stretched straight, and sent the crossbow arrow, which was 15 feet long, and the wooden barrel with sparks, into the fort.

"Boom--" Another loud bang. The crossbow arrow hit the eaves of the small building behind the village wall. The wooden barrels shattered, and flammable materials mixed with sulfur and butter splashed everywhere. In a blink of an eye, the small building was shrouded in thick smoke.

"Boom--" "Boom--" "Boom--" "Boom--"

The other four nearby bed crossbows also fired wooden barrels filled with flammable materials into the fortress under the command of Li Shun. The red stars ran around and the smoke was rolling. The monks who had been waiting for the village walls were screaming and running around privately like headless flies.

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh..." The sons and nephews of several village leaders used horn bows and rockets to counterattack the crossbow. Their response strategy was very appropriate. However, the distance between the crossbow and the village wall exceeded the precise shooting range of the corner bows in their hands. The rockets that were shot out in a hurry not only failed to cause any damage to the crossbows and crossbowmen, but instead aroused a relaxed laughter, "Haha, shoot with the bow and arrows and shoot against the bed crossbow, these rustic bullies who have never seen the world!"

"With this little experience, I'm really impatient to live with our general!"

"Try more hard, open the village and have a good dinner!"

"Open the village, open the village..."

The soldiers of Cangzhou army laughed and drove away the scalpers, unzipped the crossbow string again. Then they quickly loaded the crossbow arrows into place, hung the wooden barrels, adjusted the shooting angle, ignited the firing line, and a whole set of actions were like flowing water.

Although they were also transferred from Zhuang Ding, they completely crushed their opponents in morale, physical strength, weapon mastery, combat experience and all other aspects related to war. Part of this is due to sufficient supply of money and grain and high-intensity training, and part of this is due to the battle with the Youzhou Army. However, the Zhuang Dings on the wall of the village are their usual "fighting" opponents.

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom" "Boom" "Boom" The second round of muffled thunder sounded again inside the fortress. More buildings were lit into torches, and more Zhuang Ding lost control and ran away from the village wall with their weapons.

The fire and water are ruthless. They must first check whether their wives and children are safe before they can consider whether they will continue to work for the master of the village. As for whether the master of the village can hold on until the moment they turn around, it is completely out of their consideration. Anyway, when the master of the village of Su used them as a coolie, he never gave him half a penny.

"Stop first, raise the rod, then raise two fingers, and try to send the barrel farther away!" At 150 steps outside the village wall, commander Li Shun'er roughly observed the first two rounds of attack effects of the crossbow arrow and ordered decisively.

This time, instead of firing crossbow arrows in person, he guided four crossbow chariots one by one, adjusting the shooting angle and direction, and pointing the attack targets to the same position.

The accuracy of the bed crossbow is actually very limited. When concentrated attacks on the same area, it is often better than using it alone. In the past confrontation with the Youzhou Army, Li Shuner learned a lot. Although he is still a little afraid of death now, he is no longer the gangster who only knows how to flatter. Even without Zheng Ziming's support, he can gain a foothold in any strong army in the world with his own abilities.

Under his steady command, the crossbow was ready soon. The four chariot commanders smashed the crossbow with a wooden hammer at the same time, and instantly tightened the bowstrings, firing four crossbow arrows and four smoke-producing wooden barrels into the air at the same time.

"Do not, dodge—. The fire can't be removed at all!" Behind the wall, a desperate cry sounded again. The villagers who were forced by their family members to put out the fire, threw down the buckets and water scoops and ran around.

It is meaningless to continue struggling, and it is better to surrender earlier. Most villagers do not expect any hope for victory. Before Zhujiazhuang where they live, four or five fortresses were washed away by the new Mr. Zheng and his men. Two of them were larger than Zhujiazhuang and their villages were taller than Zhujiazhuang, but no one has heard of any of them. Which village can stand up until the dawn of the next day under the attack of the Cangzhou army.

Usually, it takes more than two hours, and at most three hours, it is the limit. No matter how strong the fortress is, it is the same. Whether the leader chooses to go out to fight in the field or guard behind closed doors, the final result does not seem to be much different. Zheng Ziming, who came from the foot of Taihang Mountain, seemed to be a natural demon. He can always use unexpected tactics to attack those who dare to be enemies with him. The fortress masters who seem to be powerful are as weak as to be toddlers in front of him. If he pushes him gently, he will fall to the sky!

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom" "Boom" "Boom" seemed to confirm the despair in the hearts of the villagers. Four wooden barrels fell at the same time about twenty steps behind the village gate and exploded one after another. A small warehouse for storing grain and grass was ignited, and the red fire snake instantly jumped more than half a foot high.

A general surnamed Zhu rushed up with more than 20 dead soldiers to put out the fire, but could not reduce the height of the flames at all. Another general led his confidants to catch villagers as laborers, but caught this and ran away. He could not afford enough staff in any case. Just as they were busy, four terrifying shadows appeared on the ground.

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom" "Boom" "Boom" Another series of muffled thunder exploded, the wooden barrels shattered, and more flammable materials fell around the warehouse, lit more fires. The villagers who had just been arrested screamed and ran away. The dead soldiers who sacrificed their lives to put out the fire were attacked from both sides and had to step back. Before they could get away from danger, the hot courtyard wall suddenly collapsed, and the slowest dead soldiers were buried directly in the fire.

"Save, help--!" A dead soldier with a broken leg poked out half of his body from under the broken wall and screamed loudly. No one dared to turn around and go back to save him, only the scarlet flames kept moving closer to him. In a blink of an eye, he completely swallowed him and turned into a torch with thick smoke.

"Go out, go out and fight with them!" The closed village gate was pushed open from inside. Zhu Long, the eldest son of the village master, roared and rushed towards the crossbow cart with a large number of uncles and brothers.

Tao Dachun and two hundred archers had been waiting for a long time. The dense sound of bowstrings sounded, loud and loud, like a heavy rain. When the "rain sound" disappeared, there was no one standing near the village gate. Zhu's sons and nephews were shot like hedgehogs, and their bodies were filled with feather arrows. With their eyes wide open, they were so arrogant on the spot.

"The crossbow chariots stop shooting! The first battalion, the second battalion uses swords and shields to open the way to seize the village gate. The third battalion follows up and controls the key points in the village. The bow and arrow battalion is responsible for covering. The fourth and fifth battalions go in and smash the opponent's resistance. All auxiliary soldiers are ready to put out the fire!" Zheng Ziming's voice suddenly sounded in the Cangzhou army's team, sounding extremely calm, without waiting for the slightest excitement of the winner.

"No!" The commanders of each battalion agreed in unison, and then led their troops to quickly pounce on the four open village gates.

The resistance was minimal and even negligible. Except for the owner of Zhujiazhuang and his nephews, most of the recruited generals and Zhuang Ding, who were forced to enlist in the army, chose to surrender.

The Cangzhou Army's reputation was well-known and the reputation of the Cangzhou Army's benevolence and righteousness had long been spread all over the world. It is said that the defense commander only hated those rich and bullies who had colluded to try to give him a threat, and would never give up after they were caught. However, he and his subordinates did not violate the ordinary people.

Soon, the Cangzhou Army recognized the flag and erected it on a tallest building in the center of the fortress. Guo Xin and his two battalions searched repeatedly in the village, arresting the former leader's direct confidants and clearing the hidden dangers. Pan Mei skillfully organized auxiliary soldiers, using buckets and water trucks to control the fire in the village, and preventing the entire village from being burned into a pile of rubble.

"Zi Ming, do you know what you are doing? If this continues, you can indeed quickly take the entire Cangzhou area, but you can't think of taking another step outside!" Although the victory in front of you was brilliant, Han Chongyun had no joy on his face. He turned his head, looked straight at Zheng Ziming, and asked in a low voice.

The advice he and Zhao Kuangyin gave to Zheng Ziming was undoubtedly the most appropriate and worry-free. Unexpectedly, Zheng Ziming did not accept it and killed all the powerful people in Cangzhou for a person who should have died long ago.

In just half a month, as the fortresses were flattened, the powerful people were uprooted. The name of Zheng Defense's brutality and killing was quickly spread throughout Hebei. Indeed, no one in Cangzhou would dare to create any obstacles for Zheng Ziming. Indeed, Zheng Ziming, the governor and defense envoy, would be like a local emperor. However, the wealthy families around him would probably be sad, and then hate him to the core.

These days, except for escaping, the people rarely leave their homes forty miles away. A wealthy family is often the backbone of the people in the villages. Their attitude towards Zheng Ziming will become the attitude towards Zheng Ziming by the people in the villages. Their hatred towards Zheng Ziming will inevitably spread to the hearts of every ordinary person in the villages.

A hero who has lost the hearts of the people will find it difficult to go further even if he makes achievements occasionally. Han Chongyun firmly believes in this, so he is worried about Zheng Ziming's future. Therefore, he ignores his words and will arouse the anger of his good friends, and advise and remind them over and over again.
Chapter completed!