"His Royal Highness King Su has ordered that there are thirty catapults here, and each of them will fire two more barrel bombs."
"Follow your orders"
Following Zhao Hongrun's order, the Shangshui soldiers in charge of the thirty catapults became busy again.
The target of the oil barrel bombing this time was no longer just the southern city wall of Luocheng, but the inside of the city.
According to the design drawings of the trebuchet, one inch when the basket is thrown down is equivalent to about ten feet, and two inches is equivalent to twenty feet.
Even for one of the catapults, Zhao Hongrun deliberately ordered the Shangshui sergeant in charge of the catapult to lower the calibration angle to the limit. The purpose was to warn the Sheang and Sheng tribesmen in the city: This is the catapult of our army.
The ultimate attack range of the car
Looking at the soldiers of Shangshui who were busy again, Sima An turned his head and glanced at His Highness Prince Su next to him.
Only then did he realize that His Royal Highness Prince Su, who he thought was somewhat benevolent as a woman, was actually very straightforward and decisive in doing things. No, when he saw that the Yi and Yi tribes in Luocheng were trying to resist, they immediately made the second move.
wave offensive.
Kill decisively, this is the attitude that a king should have
Sima An secretly praised in his heart.
"Boom"
As the thirty catapults rumbled again, thirty barrels of barrel bombs filled with oil and ignited with cloth strips pierced the sky again, accurately bombing the walls of Luocheng.
One of the barrel bombs had a significantly larger arc than the other barrel bombs. It was roughly estimated that it was ejected slightly southwest of the center of Luocheng City.
Immediately, the sea of fire in Luo City became more rapid than before, and the screams were more than twice as loud as before.
Did it hit a place where civilians were taking refuge?
Zhao Hongrun frowned and raised his hand to rub his brow bones.
To be fair, it was also human life, but Zhao Hongrun was very clear about the concepts of soldiers and civilians.
Thinking back when he was attacking the Chu State, if Yuan Pingyang, who had now transformed into the Yanling Army and the Shangshui Army, had not known each other, and Zhao Hongrun thought about the overall situation, he might have actually killed all the 50,000 soldiers.
But for the common people of Chu State, even those who refused to move to Wei State and the original nobles of Chu State, Zhao Hongrun never used traps and killings to force them.
After all, in Zhao Hongrun's mind, soldiers and civilians are different.
Soldiers are professional killers. In order to protect their country, they must kill the enemy in war. Therefore, even if they are killed by the enemy one day, this can only be said to be a cycle of heaven; but civilians are different. Those who have not thought about
No matter who you want to be enemies with, they are just trying to survive in this troubled world. It would be an intolerable sin for any army to massacre them.
This is why Zhao Hongrun couldn't stand Sima An's massacre of the civilians of the Sanchuan tribe, but he could accept the latter's follow-up attack after defeating the Brown Horn tribe's army.
Now, in order to achieve the goal of forcing the Yinrong tribe to surrender in Luocheng, Zhao Hongrun ordered one of the catapults to throw a barrel of long-distance barrel bombs into the city. After guessing that the barrel bomb might have bombed innocent civilians, Zhao Hongrun
It's natural to feel guilty.
From the side, Sima An, who had been paying attention to His Royal Highness Prince Su, saw this and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, there is no need to blame yourself. This is the result of those Yin Rong's own decisions. They chose to perish themselves."
"That being said," Zhao Hongrun sighed silently.
But in fact, the barrel bomb did not hit the civilian shelters inside the city walls of Luocheng, but hit the ranks of the tribal warriors of the Yi and Yi tribes who were retreating from the inside of the south city wall.
This was the idea of Rabitu, the leader of the Black Sheep tribe.
He naively thought that the range of Wei's catapults said: "The first thing to burn is the sheepfold."
"It's over, it's all over." The leader of the Lun clan of the Yi tribe opened his mouth, and slumped in the mat in despair, holding his head and talking non-stop.
You must know that in the past, the sheepskins they hoarded could be traded with caravans from Wei and Korea. The sheepskins could be exchanged for salt, rice, wheat, tea and other things, which was equivalent to currency.
And the sheep are a precious resource that they, like the Yi people, rely on for their survival.
However, all of that has now been destroyed by the Wei army's fire attack. This means that the Lun tribe of the Yi tribe has become destitute. They cannot even afford the food problem for the tribesmen to spend the winter this year. If there is no food problem,
If they don't receive support from other friendly tribes, then they can only obtain food by selling their own tribe's members, young men and women to other tribes.
The Lun clan is finished
Didn't they move the sheep to the north of the city?
The land in the north of the city is so big that it can no longer be filled.
What a pity, Lun tribe
The tribal chiefs present looked silently at the leader of the Lun tribe who had been severely hit.
In the history of their grassland peoples, there are many powerful tribes that quickly declined and split due to various natural disasters that caused large numbers of sheep to die. They were even forced by a certain tribe to take advantage of the situation and became slaves or vassals of the tribe.
The status of sheep in the hearts of nomadic people is equivalent to the reserve granary of the Central Plains countries, and is even more important than the latter.
Think about it, if one of the reserve granaries of Wei State catches fire, Wei State can transfer food from other places in the country. It is not a big problem. After all, Wei State is a country; and the tribes in the land of Sanchuan do not have this kind of fault tolerance.
Groups determine the prosperity and decline of a tribe.
This is especially true for the Yi people. Even though the Yi tribe leader and the Yi tribe leader present seem to get along well, like in the case of the leader of the Lun clan of the Yi tribe, the Yi people will most likely refuse to take the sheep of their own tribe under various excuses.
After all, the Yi people still look down on the Yi people from the bottom of their hearts.
And in this case, if other tribes of the Yi tribe do not lend a helping hand, then once winter comes, the Lun tribe will only be destroyed.
At this moment, the tent's tent was lifted up, and four middle-aged men stepped into the tent.
The middle-aged man walking in front said in a deep voice: "Tribe leaders, haven't you woke up yet? If we continue to fight, the tribes in Luodi will only die."
The clan leaders were shocked when they heard this and looked up, only to realize that these four people were actually Halegoh, the clan leader of the White Sheep Tribe of the Sheang Tribe, who had already been placed under house arrest by Rabitu, the clan leader of the Black Sheep Tribe.
The clan leader who is the enemy of Wei Jun.
"You Halegoch, why are you here?" Rabitu, the leader of the Black Sheep Tribe, asked in surprise.
"It was my tribe who took advantage of the chaos and rescued the four of us." Meng Liang, the patriarch of the Meng tribe of the Yi tribe, explained lightly. Then, he turned to look at the lost chief of the Lun tribe and said regretfully: "
Old friend, I heard about your tribal camp, it was really a disaster."
"Hehe, hehe" the leader of the Lun tribe covered his face and smiled bitterly.
Seeing this, Halegoh, the patriarch of the Aries Tribe, sighed secretly, then looked at the patriarchs present and said seriously: "Surrender, patriarchs, before the Wei army gets angry."
Different from the previous time, this time, after the patriarchs present looked at each other, no one jumped out to object.
Seeing this, Rabitu, the leader of the Black Sheep Tribe, became very anxious and said quickly: "Childs, do you really want to surrender to the despicable Wei army? We can persevere."
Halegoh, the leader of the Aries tribe, snorted coldly when he heard this, and said coldly: "If you have nothing, there is no point even if you persist. Your tribe is not in Luodi. Naturally, you don't have to worry about the losses caused by the Wei army's offensive."
Hearing this, all the clan leaders present changed their expressions, because they realized that the Black Sheep Tribe's tribal camp was not in Luocheng.
"I'm not"
Maybe he noticed the expressions of the clan leaders present, especially the anger and hatred of the clan clan leader of the Lun clan. The clan leader of the Black Sheep clan, Rabitu, secretly screamed something bad.
At this moment, Halegoh, the leader of the Aries tribe, raised his hand and pointed at him.
"Catch him and use him to calm the anger of the Wei army."