Zhang Shize put down his wine glass and suddenly said: "Hey, something's wrong. Why didn't I hear the lights-out signal from Beijing Camp tonight?"
Yang Fan smiled and said: "That's because they are not in the military camp at all."
Zhang Shize asked hurriedly: "Where did you transfer the Beijing camp?"
"I took a boat to Henan. I was one mile upstream and built a pontoon bridge last night. When the Oirat people are exhausted today, I will let the Beijing camp cross the pontoon bridge and attack them."
Yang Fan continued: "There are too many people in Oirat, and I don't have a good solution. You also know the level of equipment of the Jingying camp. It is impossible to defeat the Oirat people. If it is broad daylight, both sides fight in formation. The firearms of the Jingying camp
, but they don’t have as many camel cannons. And they have at least 50,000 firecrackers, all of which are matchlock guns with excellent performance from Central Asia. We have no chance of winning."
Zhang Shize said: "They want to attack at night, and you are waiting for them to fight at night to offset their advantage in firearms."
Yang Fan said: "Yes, since they are out at night, how can I give up such a good opportunity? I must seize every opportunity to weaken them and eat them one by one."
Zhang Shize said: "Actually, if Your Majesty gives us the carriage camp, we won't be afraid of the Oirat people's camel cannon and matchlock guns. Unfortunately, Your Majesty will never release the carriage camp."
Yang Fan smiled bitterly and said: "If you fall into His Majesty's hands, you will give up."
Zhang Shize had led the carriage camp for a period of time and was very aware of the importance of the carriage camp. He was very dissatisfied that the emperor handed the carriage camp to him and then handed it over to Zhou Yuji, and he had always been unwilling to accept it.
Yang Fan had an expression on his face that said, "You are thinking of eating shit."
Doesn't Yang Fan know that the armored carriages of the Che camp are equipped with 500 heavy copper-fired cannons, with an effective range of 500 meters and a maximum range of nearly 800 meters. There are also 6,000 Rumi musketry and matchlock soldiers. Plus the Beijing camp
He has a variety of miscellaneous firearms of various sizes, such as general cannons, Fran cannons, tiger crouching cannons, etc. There are also 40,000 infantrymen. They can definitely be dragged out to fight the Oirat people in the field.
But now, the emperor has won over Zhou Yuji. In Zhang Shize's words, Zhou Yuji is like a bastard, and he follows the emperor wholeheartedly.
The emperor is now firmly holding on to this most capable force in the Ming Dynasty. The emperor will never give it back to Yang Fan. Not even a chance.
If Zhou Yuji hadn't already been married, maybe the emperor would have granted him a marriage.
At this time, overwhelming fireballs flew down from the dark night sky, drawing a bright trajectory. Then some landed in front of the city wall, some fell behind the city wall, and many directly hit the surface of the city wall. Even
A few fell on the horse path of the city wall.
The team trainers on the city hid tightly under the crenellations, praying in their hearts that these big rocks and fireballs would not hit them.
Zhang Xiaochen, a corps commander, and his four brothers squatted against the crenellations on the outer wall of the city wall.
A fireball flew over and hit the burning crucible. It smashed the iron-making crucible into pieces.
The red molten iron splashed everywhere in an instant. Several team members around were splashed by the molten iron, and they immediately rolled and screamed in pain.
Zhang Xiaochen looked at it and trembled with fear. This was molten iron. Even if a little bit of it splashed on the body, a person would be crippled. No flesh and blood body could withstand this thing.
Although the watchtower at the north gate is made of reinforced concrete, it is also covered with tiles. The watchtower became a key target of attack. Several stone bullets broke through the roof and fell into the interior of the watchtower building.
However, the people inside had prepared fireproof water tanks and bags of sand and soil in advance and put out the fire immediately.
Yan Yingyuan lay on the window and looked out. Fireballs streaked across the night sky. He asked anxiously: "How are the brothers in the city? Are there any serious casualties? Why haven't the trebuchets fired yet?"
His lieutenant general Yuan Jiang said: "Sir, there have been more than 300 casualties. Moreover, the iron-making crucibles were hit in several places, and the iron liquid splashed, injuring many brothers. As for the trebuchet, I am afraid that the target cannot be seen.
It's so dark outside the city that I don't even know where their trebuchets are. They can't hit them."
Yan Yingyuan sighed. The fighting went very smoothly during the day. There were very few casualties and a large number of enemy troops were killed. However, the Oirat people were not stupid and continued the fighting at night. Now the situation on both sides was reversed.
The city wall is gray-white. You can see the city wall from below, but you can't see the bottom of the city wall.
"Let the brothers be patient for a while. When their infantry comes up with ladders, they will stop throwing stones." Yan Yingyuan had no other solution. He could only wait.
At this time, a large number of enemies had already pushed up carts and siege engines. Because the trenches had been filled in, with a roaring sound, these siege weapons were set up on the city wall again.
Zhang Xiaochen jumped up and shouted: "Brothers, the Tatars are coming. Get up."
After saying this, he pulled the flail from the crenel, and with a bang, an enemy was hit in the head. He didn't even make a grunt before he fell down. He fell to the ground with a plop.
The flail is a powerful weapon for defending the city. Because it is connected with a chain, it can hit the people behind the wall through the wall. The short iron rods of these flails are cast with triangular pyramids. If they are hit, the bones will definitely be broken. Even if you wear armor,
It's useless, even plate armor can cause serious internal injuries.
Yang Fan was not short of iron. In addition to simple knives, Yang Fan was equipped with flails. He also gave all of them a suit of chain armor. At this time, Yang Fan didn't even bother to figure out who should pay.
Chain mail is made of iron wire braided into iron rings densely connected. It is mainly light and cheap. It is very efficient to pull out the steel wire in Yang Fan's factory. As for using pliers to make small steel rings and connect them into armor. The families of those workers
You can do this job.
The elderly and children who have no jobs at home can wear armor patches at home. They take the raw materials and tools from the factory, make a pair of chain armor, and receive a reward of 100 copper coins. There are plenty of steel wires, and there are also plenty of people.
There's nothing technically difficult about it, it's just a labor-intensive industry.
It has become normal for these small family workshops to take over the work from the factory. It is a bit like during World War II, when the Japanese soldiers gave all the odd jobs in the arsenal to residents to work at home. These small workshops produced the vast majority of ammunition.
The reason for equipping the regiment with a simple sword is mainly because this kind of thing is usually used as a waist knife and for melee combat. It can be used as a long weapon by inserting a horse stick. It can be used for cutting and stabbing.
It is very convenient to cut and stab from the crenellations of the city wall.
At this time, the entire northern city wall became noisy. The officers were shouting loudly, urging the regiment training soldiers to pick up their weapons and shoot down the Oirat people.
