Cao Jun's guess was correct. The Han army was indeed unable to cross the east side of Longguan.
But what they don't know is that their opponents have a lot of good forest players, and it's very easy to send out a small team of people to walk in the mountains and forests without anyone noticing.
What they don't even know is that a certain country turtle has unparalleled advantages in mountain warfare and special operations.
After all, when the King of Soldiers returns from the city, ah, no, it should be called college students from key universities who have received formal military training. Whether it is the amount of knowledge or the ability to understand military knowledge, they are indeed better than the average person.
The results of the interrogation came out quickly. After Wang Han collected enough information, he quietly led the people and prepared to cross from the east side of Guanshan back to the west side.
At this time, under Longguan City, the Han army finally made a move.
I saw groups of soldiers holding large oars and shields, forming a shield wall within the range of Guancheng's crossbows.
At the same time, the Nanxiang engineering team, protected by the soldiers in front, began to dig deep pits with various tools.
Among them, there was a man who looked like a scribe, leading several stewards from the Nanxiang engineering team, walking back and forth, squatting down from time to time, measuring something with rules and guidelines, and constantly correcting the construction direction of the construction workers.
Further behind them, the auxiliary soldiers shouted slogans "Hey, hey, hey," and walked towards the construction site carrying tall logs cut down yesterday.
After closing the door, Pang Hui looked at the strange behavior of the Han army below, feeling vaguely uneasy in his heart.
This Han army made a surprise attack to Guanxia. It stands to reason that they should have taken advantage of the fact that Guancheng received the news too late and did not have much preparation to attack the city immediately.
Unexpectedly, the opponent stood still for two consecutive days and only focused on cutting down trees.
The enemy's approach gave us two more days to prepare, which we should be thankful for.
But now that he saw the other party doing such weird behavior, Pang Hui had the idea of letting the other party attack the city quickly.
After all, this feeling of knowing that your opponent is preparing, but not knowing what he is preparing, makes people feel a lot of pressure.
Pang Hui looked at the antlers and horses at the city gate, thinking that if he had known what the Shu captive was like, he shouldn't have blocked the city gate. He might as well have taken this opportunity to rush out and test the opponent's situation.
Under the professional construction work of the Nanxiang engineering team, the big hole was dug quickly.
At the other end, the craftsman tightly joined the wood sawn overnight using mortise and tenon joints. After reaching a sufficient length, he tied a thick hemp rope to the wood and placed the bottom of the tall wood at the mouth of the large pit.
Then put another wooden pole side by side according to the law, and finally tenon the top of the two tall logs to a crossbar, and install an iron pulley under the crossbar.
"Be careful, prepare together, pull!"
The scribe began to shout.
The two tall trees began to be slowly pulled up.
"Wenshi, is this tall tree strong enough?"
Feng Yong looked at the three thick hemp ropes on each piece of wood. One was tightly stretched, and the other two sides were followed closely by the ropes. He sighed in his heart at the wisdom of his ancestors.
At this time when there was no machinery and equipment, it was possible to use the principle of triangles to easily erect such a tall piece of wood.
The scribe was directing the engineering team to erect the logs. Hearing Feng Yong's question from behind, he quickly turned around and replied, "General, please rest assured. I have tried this method several times and it is strong enough."
Feng Yong glanced at him and said, "That's good. This time, I'm going to go up and have a look in person. Then you can do it first to make sure it's okay."
When Wen Shi heard this, his body trembled, "I understand."
At the same time, he wiped his forehead, thinking that fortunately he had tried it himself before, so he was finally sure.
Otherwise, after finally escaping from the chaos in Nanxiang, he fell to his death on the Wangyuan Tower where he was the producer. Wouldn't it be an unjust death?
His family's ancestors were from Shuzhong literary family, and later moved a branch to Nanzhong. The family was in decline, but it was still barely worthy of the title of heirloom. As long as he didn't have too much ambition, his life was not too bad.
Difference.
It's just that these days, it doesn't mean that you can live your life peacefully without ambition. When Nanzhong met the ambitious Meng Huo, Yong Kai and others, there was a war.
In order to protect the incense, the men of the Wen family allowed the women and children to flee, and the men of the family broke up to stop the rebels. In this war, all the father and brother of the Wenshi family died in the battle.
Only he was injured and managed to escape.
Later, I met a notorious vigilante group.
When the gang of thugs from the militia picked up this refugee, they thought they had an extra "Seventy Min", but they didn't know that this Wen actually had a strong desire to survive after the war.
With his more than twenty years of knowledge accumulation, he fooled the illiterate gangsters in the militia into bewildering, and finally he became a gentleman who knew both astronomy and geography.
Originally, it stands to reason that with his ability and knowledge, no matter which big or powerful family he is, they would regard him as an investment target.
It's a pity that he met a bumpkin who wandered into history.
At the same time, this country bumpkin is also the largest leader of the Han labor trafficking organization.
Out of an urgent need to break the family's knowledge monopoly, Feng Yong took advantage of his position when selecting laborers and asked the militia to select literate intellectuals, regardless of gender.
So Wenshi was recorded in Feng Tubiao's talent reserve book.
Wenshi is good at metaphysical arithmetic.
Metaphysical arithmetic at this time involved a wide range of knowledge, including arithmetic, medicine, astronomy, and calculations.
Facing the infamous King Feng Gui in Nanzhong and Feng Langjun, who was famous in Shu for his clever words and charm, Wenshi's ability to fool the gangsters of the militia was no longer enough.
When he learned that Wen Shi had a foundation in practical arithmetic, Feng Yong directly threw him a mathematics book and the most basic physics book. Instead, he tricked him into joining the Nanxiang engineering team, where he learned and accumulated experience.
After several years of practice, Wenshi has become an engineer and designer of the Nanxiang Engineering Team. In total, Feng Yong is actually half of Wenshi's teacher.
After the tall tree was completely erected, the engineering team moved boulders and put them into the pit, pressing down the bottom of the tall tree tightly. Finally, they began to fill in the soil, and at the same time, the surrounding thick hemp ropes were also prepared to fix it.
After all preparations were completed, the people below began to pull the hemp rope on the pulley. There was a hanging basket tied under the hemp rope.
At this time, Pang Hui finally understood: This is the nest car used to observe the situation in the city!
It's just that the production speed of this nest car was beyond Panghui's expectations.
And look at the chariot, it's tall and big, even taller than Guancheng.
How did the Han army on the opposite side do it?
Pang Hui's mind was actually a little shaken.
Building wonders has a deterrent effect on ordinary people.
Seeing that the Han army under the city did not need half a day's effort to erect a huge chariot that was higher than Guancheng. This kind of thing was simply unheard of, and many of Cao's troops in Guancheng were a little worried.
"What are you afraid of? It's just a nest car. What's the harm in letting him go up to the city to take a look?"
Pang Hui saw something wrong with the faces of the soldiers around him, and shouted loudly, "Rack the crossbow!"
Seeing that everything was ready, Wen Shi was about to step into the hanging basket when Feng Yong grabbed him and said, "Forget it, you are too thin. According to the rules, let the fat guy go up first."
Wenshi:……
A strong soldier with two weights came over and tied a hemp rope to his waist with ease - this is a safety belt. As long as the tall tree is not stepped on, even if there is something wrong with the hanging basket, the people below can use the hemp rope.
The rope hung him down.
"pull!"
Wenshi shouted, and the hanging basket slowly rose upwards.
With a "hoo" sound, a huge arrow flew over. Judging from its flight direction, the target should be the hanging basket.
Unfortunately, the direction was not only wrong, but the force was also weak, and it fell in mid-air.
The hanging basket went up and down three times to confirm that there was no problem, and then Feng Yong stepped into the basket.
"Brother, why don't you let me go up and take a look."
Zhao Guang tried to dissuade him, "Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens..."
"Can't it sound nice?"
Feng Yong suppressed the slight trembling of his legs and cursed.
He actually has a slight fear of heights. If possible, he would certainly not want to go up there, but others might not be able to notice what he wants to see if they go up there.
This time in the attack on Guancheng, time was running out and he had to win it all in one blow, so he had no choice but to go up there.
"pull!"
Feng Yong ordered.
The pulleys squeaked and the hanging basket began to rise upwards.
The higher you go up, the stronger the mountain wind becomes, making Feng Yong's clothes rustle and his teeth chattering slightly, not because he is cold, but because he is a little scared.
There was no one else around him at this time, so he didn't try to be brave anymore. He held the hanging basket in his hand and sat down.
The hanging basket quickly rose to the top, and everything in Longguan City fell into view.
Feng Yong touched his arms, took out two sleeves from inside, put them together, and put them in front of his eyes. Everything in Guancheng seemed to be pulled before his eyes.
This telescope took him three years, used all his connections to find transparent crystals, and had people polish it carefully before making it.
Just the money and food spent on crystals is enough to make people's hearts bleed.
After all, it is very difficult to find a large enough transparent crystal. Even if you find it, you will waste a lot just polishing it. It takes three years to polish a telescope.
For this Northern Expedition, Feng Yong had been preparing from the beginning, and had been preparing for four full years.
"If I had known, I would have studied mechanics! What about real estate?"
Feng Yong muttered the words he had repeated so many times, holding the telescope and moving continuously, remembering Guancheng and Cao Jun's camp on the top of Guanshan Mountain one by one.
After confirming that there was nothing wrong, the little white flag was waved, and the people below began to carefully put the hemp rope, and the hanging basket began to sway slowly and slowly.
When his feet landed on the ground, he first stamped his feet, and then roared, "Where is the person who went up to test just now?"
So two sturdy soldiers with literary weight were pushed forward.
Feng Yong had runny nose, pointed at him and cursed, "It's windy above, why don't you warn me, do you want me to freeze to death up there? You've frozen me half to death, how can I observe the enemy's situation?"
The sturdy soldier lowered his head honestly and said apologetically, "Feng Langjun, it was my fault that I was negligent."
Both the Nanxiang soldiers and the Nanxiang engineering team can be regarded as disciples trained by Feng Yong himself.
Feng Tubao was rampant in Nanxiang, and his subordinates had the strictest requirements. If his performance was slightly less than what he wanted, it was normal for him to be beaten and scolded.
But in normal times, his treatment of his soldiers was impeccable.
Therefore, the soldiers loved, feared and respected this man of great ability.
At this time, this soldier, who was a head taller than Feng Yong, would only willingly bow his head in front of him and let him beat and scold him.
Feng Yong was angry and walked away with strange steps.
Others thought he was frozen, but they didn't expect that he was just acting to cover up the fact that his legs were not following instructions.
"Brother, when will we attack the city?"
Zhao Guang followed up and asked impatiently.
"What's the hurry? How many catapults have been made?"
"There are already six."
"It's too few. Let's wait until we reach ten."
Feng Yong waved his hand.
"But brother, I see that the walls of Naguan City are really thick and strong. This catapult may not be able to break it." Zhao Guang became anxious when he heard this, "Why don't I let my little brother test the city first today?
It’s better to destroy those antlers first.”
"Why are you so anxious? It's just antlers." Feng Yonghun said nonchalantly, "In my eyes, that thing is completely useless."
Zhao Guang was going to say something else, but Feng Yong suddenly sneezed, "Okay, you don't have to tell me, I have my own thoughts. Let the cooks in the army make me some noodles, add more pepper oil to ward off the cold."
It was already freezing cold in Longshan Mountain in February, and when he climbed to that high altitude, Feng Yong claimed that he was half frozen to death, which was not an exaggeration.
Seeing Zhao Guang scratching his head and ears, Feng Yong said "tsk" and asked, "Are you going to eat?"
"Eat it, why don't you eat it? These noodles with pepper oil are a rare delicacy, why don't you eat it?"
Zhao Guang swallowed a mouthful of saliva. In this mountain, it was a rare treat to have a bite of noodles sprinkled with pepper oil.
"Then make a few more portions and call General Wang and General Zhang over to eat some together."
Feng Yong ordered.
These days, he and others share the joys and sorrows with the soldiers, and he eats whatever the soldiers eat. Feng Yong was about to vomit, so he got an excuse to ward off the cold, so he treated it as a benefit to a few people.
With flour, noodles must emerge.
Put the steaming noodles in a big bowl, pour a spoonful of slightly red pepper oil on it, and finally pour hot soup on it. With a "suck" sound, the noodles and soup are sucked into your mouth.
It is rich in aroma, mellow and refreshing, oily and fragrant.
I felt the chill all over my body suddenly penetrated my body.
In the big tent, there were guards guarding the door to prevent outsiders from seeing it. After all, it was not a shame to open a small stove in private while eating and drinking with the soldiers on the surface.
Zhao Guang, Wang Ping and Zhang Yiju helped several people, all sitting on the horses, holding big bowls, just lowering their heads and snoring and eating and drinking.
"General, General Wang is back."
A guard outside the tent said.
"Let him come in alone."
Feng Yong sat on the handsome chair with a straight face, his mouth was full of oil, he didn't bother to wipe it, and said directly.
As soon as Wang Han opened the curtain, a scent of aroma rushed towards him. Before he could swallow his saliva, his stomach was already growling.
"Little General Wang is back. Are you hungry? There just happens to be a piece of noodles in this bucket. Let's eat together."
Feng Yong, who was in the tent, looked up at him and greeted him.
Wang Han touched his belly, raised his fists, and said unceremoniously, "Thank you, General!"
Immediately, I took the bowl on the table, picked it up with my chopsticks, poured a thick layer of oil on it, mixed it casually twice, and couldn't wait to put a mouthful into my mouth.
It seemed that he had been lying in wait in the mountains all night, and even though he had a woolen down jacket and other items, he was still very cold.
"How's it going? Did you catch the tongue?"
Feng Yong asked.
"Uh huh..."
When Wang Han heard Feng Yong's question, he nodded quickly. The noodles hanging between his mouth and the bowl swayed around, and two drops of pepper oil even hit Feng Yong's face.