More than 100 kilograms of heavy objects hit the ground, even if they were a hundred meters apart, Liu Chong still felt a slight vibration under his feet. Every time the Huihuan was thrown, it would have a huge noise. The heavy objects hit the city wall, causing earth and rocks to fly around the city wall. Just talking about movement, the Song army's largest artillery could not be compared with it.

As the Firearms Sect, Liu Chong was moved, and couldn't help but consider the advantages and disadvantages of Huihui cannons and firearms. After participating in the attack and opening a large city like Feng and Luoyang, Liu Chong was very sure that if the Song army had attacked Cangzhou, it would have taken down the city long ago.

However, the power of the Huihuan cannon is already the limit that an army like the Red Turban Army can have. Only fifty heavy objects were fired, and a piece of the wall of Cangzhou City was smashed. The hit place was deeply recessed, and the loess formed a slope, rather than a erected wall.

It's still too slow, and the accuracy is still too low! Liu Chong sighed in his heart.

In the next two hours, the Red Turban Army continued to use trench machines to attack the city walls of Cangzhou. There were more and more recessed gaps, and the slopes at the gaps seemed to be getting smoother. The time for close combat had arrived.

Qin Mohuan returned to the front of his team at this time, and he said to everyone happily: "The general said that when he captured Cangzhou, all those who did not have steel armor were replaced with steel armor. Each person gave him another cloak. As for the spoils, we should follow the previous rules and we will take them first!"

The first half of the words did not cause any reaction, and the second half was about him. There was joy in Qin Mohuan's team. The second leader Gongsun Fu had no joy on his face. These treatments were the model of the Song army from beginning to end. At the beginning, Gongsun Fu felt very happy, and he lost interest after a long time. Seeing that Qin Mohuan stopped talking about what happened next, Gongsun Fu couldn't help asking: "Captain Qin, after fighting Cangzhou, we will fight Dadu next. Will the court be stumped or will we only give us these things?"

Most of the brothers didn't know what Gongsun Fu wanted to say. They might get more benefits when they heard it. Everyone calmed down and listened carefully. Gongsun Fu also said without any concealment: "We work hard for the court. The court only gives money but not officials. I think this is always unfair to the brothers."

When some brothers heard that there was an official to do, their eyes were shiny, while some brothers asked with confusion: "How should they be this official?"

"Being an official means riding a tall horse with more than a dozen wives in the family, walking in and out of the sedan chair and giving orders. Others have to listen to the orders of the officials. If they don't listen, they will be beheaded." Some brothers who have seen Mongolian officials can't help but talk about the benefits of officials.

After hearing the situation described by his companions, he only saw the soldiers in the Red Turban Army and couldn't help but say, "But I think General Zhang and General Liu are not like this..."

This is true. The brother who described the benefits of Mongolian officials just now was also speechless. However, Zhang Shijie, Liu Chong and others both did things according to the standards of the Song army, which can be said to be quite simple and simple. Eating a big pot of rice without any arrogant attitude. It is a world of difference from the brother's description of the arrogant and extravagant Mongolian officials.

However, the brother was unwilling to give in and quickly found something beneficial to him. The brother was already blushing and his neck was thick. Finally, he stubbornly said, "General Zhang and General Liu are too small. If the official is bigger, this will be possible."

"Tsk!" After hearing this completely unreliable statement, everyone immediately mocked the brother. Zhang Shijie had five bars, and Liu Chong and others had four bars. The brother who spoke was just a red scarf and one bar, which was too far away from the four bars and the five bars.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Qin Mohuan stopped the verbal dispute with a stern shout. He glanced at his brothers with a serious expression. Qin Mohuan continued, "I have asked about this matter. The court said that after the war, the court will give you two ways, one way to serve the court. However, the soldiers of the court are different from what we have seen. If you serve in the court, there are many disciplines, which are what the three major disciplines and eight points of attention. So I plan to tell you about these things after the war is over. I know that you look down on the things you sing in that song."

When talking about the three major disciplines and eight points of attention, Qin Mohuan's subordinates all showed a dissatisfaction. Obeying discipline and obeying commands, these people knew about it, but they didn't like it very much. Qin Mohuan's subordinates all said they could not accept the seizure of the Gong. If there were no spoils, why would everyone fight? That is, people like Qin Mohuan who did not fight for personal interests would choose this way.

Gongsun Fu frowned slightly. He wanted to continue asking, but he felt that it was not appropriate to say this in public.

"Let's talk about these things after this battle!" Qin Mohuan shouted to the brothers. The brothers also calmed down and prepared to join the battle.

The Red Turban Army's array is divided into two parts. The front is the troops under the Song Dynasty, and the troops under the Song Dynasty are also responsible for the guarding of each side. Other Red Turban Army are in a relatively safe position. The brothers under Qin Mohuan are used to this. They all know that General Zhang Shijie and General Liu Chong of the Song Dynasty never eat meat behind themselves, so that the brothers of the Red Turban Army's brothers gnaw on the bones in front.

Sure enough, the Red Turban Army, which belonged to the Song Dynasty, quickly took action. Just after the Huihuans dropped the last batch of projectiles, they began to move towards the gap in the city wall. After everyone approached the city wall, they all put down armor. It was not until the soldiers began to climb up the city wall along the slope that some people began to shoot arrows downwards in the city. However, these bows and arrows had no effect on the steel armor of the Song army. Qin Mohuan, who was behind, saw that the Song army quickly attacked the city and began to fight with the Mongolian army on the city wall.

Qin Mohuan felt a fire burning in his heart. He had also fought many battles with the Mongolian army and knew the protection of the steel armor on his body. Since he joined the army, he had only suffered four injuries, and each time he was hit by the opponent with heavy weapons on Qin Mohuan. In addition, the enemy's swords, guns, bows and arrows could not do anything to Qin Mohuan at all.

After a while of another battle, more Song troops rushed to the city. The enemy troops on the city were unable to repel the Song army when they had the advantage of numbers. As the number of people disappeared, they were quickly defeated from the city. Qin Mohuan took a deep breath and shouted to his brothers: "Prepare to kill the enemy!"

More than half an hour later, the city gate of Cangzhou was wide open, and the Red Turban Army rushed into the city from the open gate. Qin Mohuan led a team into a street. Every household on both sides of the street was closed, and although the escaped Mongolian army wanted to hide in the homes of the people, they were closed outside the door.

Some of them had already been confused and rushed to the door. The loud noise attracted the attention of Qin Mohuan's troops. They caught up and killed the Mongolian troops who had no time to open the door in front of the door.

Qin Mohuan walked past a pile of haystack, suddenly raised his spear and stabbed it into the pile. With a shrill scream, the pile of haystack rolled out and several people ran out. They were all not injured, but were scared to run out. Qin Mohuan's subordinates were nearby, and swords and guns were used to kill these people in a blink of an eye. After killing these guys, everyone immediately surrounded them and searched for spoils.

During the battle, the troops directly under the Song Dynasty would first attack the city, and the leaders of other Red Turban Army would then go into the city to annihilate the Mongolians. After the Mongolian army was killed, all their property belonged to the Red Turban Army that killed them. In addition, the silk, silk, satin and other places found in the official offices occupied by the Song army would also be divided into half of the troops responsible for the suppression of the Mongolian army.

Whenever the valuable things found were found, someone cheered and put the spoils into his pocket. Qin Mohuan's attention was not here. He pulled the spear back, but the guy in the haystack pulled the spear's rod and came out together. And after this guy jumped out, he actually held a long sword and killed Qin Mohuan. He looked like he died together.

Qin Mohuan raised his feet and kicked it as his chest, and his strong soles kicked heavily on the man's chest. The guy spurted out blood, although the knife in his hand still came over according to the wheel of inertia, and was easily blocked by Qin Mohuan with his arm armor. The guy rolled on the ground a few times, his body twitched, and he seemed to be unable to survive.

The brothers around Qin Mohuan went up and took the guy, and then began to search for spoils. Qin Mohuan continued to move forward. At this time, he was in the best mood. Defeat the enemy and kill the enemy, all the feelings were so wonderful. Qin Mohuan felt that he was the master of the battlefield. Having his own life determines the life and death of others.

Continue to move forward, Qin Mohuan's team first searched the corners of the street. Soon, they easily found the Mongolian army No. 20, and they killed them.

After searching these, Qin Mohuan continued to lead the team forward and searched the streets ahead again.

The city in this era was small in size, only a few streets. Qin Mohuan and other Red Turban Army arrived at the core of the last guard of the Mongolian army, the government office.

At this time, the yamen was surrounded and the corpses outside were all shot to death by bows and arrows during the battle. At least they were shot and then stabbed to death. There were also several arrows inserted in the closed door.

The Red Turban Army, which belonged only to the Song Dynasty, had already lined up, and someone ordered: "Twist the grenade in."

Immediately, a strong grenade stood up. The first grenade picked up a huge grenade weighing two or three kilograms. The person next to him lit a fuse in a bamboo tube. The grenade tried hard to throw the iron-shelled grenade into the air. The black grenade drew a beautiful arc and flew into the yamen. After a moment, a loud noise came out, and dust immediately soared into the sky. Even the cracks in the door of the gate were fired out, and it must have exploded miserably inside.

"Change the position and throw it away!" the commander ordered.

The grenadier immediately obeyed the order. Not long after, the two or three pounds of grenade flew into the Mongolian yamen wall in another position, and the smoke and dust inside were blown up.

"Master, stop blowing up. Let's surrender! Let's surrender!" someone inside shouted in a crying voice.

"Open the door immediately, or we will continue to blow up!" the commander shouted loudly into the wall.

The door was still open, and a scream came from the wall. Then someone shouted in a bad Chinese language: "We will not surrender even if we die."
Chapter completed!