Zhang Bingzhong dared not surround the mountains at night because he had just suffered a big defeat during the day and is now in panic. Many of his people are blind and become blind at night. They are shocked and easily exploded.

He had no choice but to recall everyone to the camp, and at night he started to build a trench trench trench trench trench trench trench trench trench trench trench trench trench trench trench trench trench trench trench trench trench trench trench trench trench trench tre

During the day, three of the seven catapults were rotten, the remaining four, six tiger squat cannons, and several boxes of gunpowder all fell into the hands of Qin.

He has to rebuild the trencher, and the more the better, and kill the dog named Qin tomorrow.

After dark, Zhang Bingzhong, who had arranged the matter well, returned to his tent, sat with Zhang Kewang, Zhang Nengqi and Zhang Wenxiu, picked up a lamb leg and chewed it.

At this time, a loud "boom" suddenly came from outside the camp.

Zhang Bingzhong threw the lamb leg on the ground with a swing, picked up the knife next to him, and strode out.

Zhang Kewang and others also rushed out with their weapons.

When I got outside, I saw a mess in the camp, with people crying and shouting at my parents everywhere.

"Don't be messed up, just come with me, who the hell ran around and I chopped him up!"

Zhang Bingzhong shouted a few words, and then chopped a bandit who happened to run to the ground, then strode towards the camp gate.

When I arrived at the camp gate, I saw that there were only a few bonfires outside that he had deliberately lit, but none of them were there.

"What's going on?" Zhang Bingzhong frowned and asked at the person guarding the camp gate next to him.

"Go back to the king, the little one didn't know what was going on. He heard a loud bang outside. He saw a ball of fire coming out. The little one thought someone was coming to rob the camp, but after the flames passed, nothing was gone, and no one saw a figure. The little ones fired out a few arrows, and there was no sound."

"Um?"

Zhang Bingzhong frowned and thought for a while, and soon sneered disdainfully: "Hmph! You dare to play such tricks with your grandfather."

After saying that, he put away his knife and walked back, and shouted to the adopted sons and a group of old camp members who were following him: "It's been scattered, just a little trick of the little bastard surnamed Qin. They all go back to sleep and have enough energy to attack the mountain tomorrow."

Seeing the false alarm, his people breathed a sigh of relief, while some cursed in the direction of the border and mountain.

Zhang Bingzhong returned to the camp and saw that the lamb leg fell on the ground and was covered with mud. He couldn't help but scolded him a few times, then picked up the lamb leg, blew off the dirt stained, and put it in a pot to wash it.

Not long after, he had enough food and drink, and burped his adopted sons and asked him to leave, and he also went out to bring a woman back.

Before the strap was untied, two loud bangs suddenly came from outside.

Zhang Bingzhong's lower body tightened and almost didn't urinate. He knew that this was a dog-like girl named Qin and made a tactic that disturbed the enemy, but he couldn't let it go.

After hesitating for a while, he finally cursed and ran out with a knife.

When I arrived at the camp gate, I asked, it was the other party's harassment again. Two balls of fire rose up about a hundred steps away, and even a ghost could not be seen.

Zhang Bingzhong guessed that the Qin man should have used things like ten thousand enemies, that is, he stuffed gunpowder and stones into the clay pot, lit the fuse and threw it out. The sound was louder than the firecracker, but the power was not satisfactory.

It seems that the Qin surnamed is determined not to let himself sleep well.

Zhang Bingzhong did not dare to let his subordinates relax his vigilance, so he just cursed and then went back to the tent to find the woman just now.

When he was working hard, there was a series of loud rumbling sounds outside, and Zhang Bingzhong trembled and peed.

"My surname is Qin, I'll get into your grandma's destruction!"

Zhang Bingzhong was so angry that he smoked his orifices and cursed in the direction of the border and mountain.

He didn't plan to go out, and this time he must have been harassing him.

But after cursing for a few words, he felt something was wrong. Several heart-wrenching screams rang out from the camp, which were screams that only happened after being injured.

Zhang Bingzhong's face changed drastically. He hurriedly put on his pants, and did not wear clothes. He just copied the knife and ran out.

The camp was in chaos, and countless figures ran around in the dark, screams and scoldings one after another.

"Welcome to the enemy! Come with me!"

Zhang Bingzhong was naked, holding the knife high and yelled while rushing towards the camp gate.

Before he reached the camp gate, there were another series of rumbling sounds outside. He saw a series of fire tongues suddenly spewed out from the darkness outside the camp, and more than a dozen shells drew out strange scarlet tracks in the night sky, roaring and falling into his camp.

After the blink of an eye, a large number of screams rang out from the camp.

"Arm defense, shoot arrows, shoot arrows quickly."

Zhang Bingzhong yelled repeatedly, waving his knife to direct the old camp's troops to defend. Yanyan e-book

Soon, a hundred arrows shot towards the place where the fire just shone.

However, those arrows were like mud cows entering the sea, and even the splash of water did not start to make a fuss.

"Let it go again, let it go away." Zhang Bingzhong shouted again.

His men hurriedly raised the angle of the bow and arrow and shot out the second wave of arrows.

This time, a few muffled groans finally sounded in the darkness outside.

"Let it go again."

When the third wave of arrows was heard, there was no sound outside.

Zhang Bingzhong waited for a while, then shouted to the side: "You guys go out and have a look."

The hands next to him looked at each other, but finally, they bit the bullet and led the horse, opened the camp gate, and looked forward carefully.

When they first discovered the bonfires about fifty steps away, dozens of flames suddenly spewed out from the darkness in the distance, and a row of gunfire sounded at the same time. The people who went out to explore the way suddenly fell down.

"Show me an arrow, a arrow!"

Zhang Bingzhong was going crazy.

At the same time, on the Bian Pass Mountain, Qin Chuan directed a group of subordinates to make several new catapults according to the captured catapults.

He had never touched this thing before. After seeing Zhang Bingzhong use it today, he felt that this thing was OK. If the army brought craftsmen and iron nails and could find dry wood, it would be nice to build some powerful ones to attack the city.

If it is built and taken to the war with the army, it will not be cost-effective. Even if it can be dismantled and transported, it will be difficult to carry those pieces of wood. It is better to bring artillery directly.

If the shady wood cannot be found, the catapult cart made of freshly cut wood is too bulky and the raw firewood is too soft and not firm at all. Zhang Bingzhong's seven catapults were made of raw wood, but three of them were rotten after a few shots.

Zhang Bingzhong's six tiger squatting cannons were also captured by Qin Chuan. Five of the two-foot-long small cannons were covered with five iron hoops, weighing about 30 kilograms, one was two feet and five inches long, and six iron hoops were all forged with cooked iron.

These small cannons forged by the Ming army are not very powerful, and their range is much shorter than the three-foot tiger squat cannon made by Qin Chuan, and the shells are also smaller. The only advantage is that they are forged with cooked iron and are equipped with iron hoops, so the chance of blowing the chamber is also smaller.

Qin Chuan accepted all these small cannons, which could be used to resist Zhang Bingzhong.

There were not many people who went to harass Zhang Bingzhong, only fifty people in squads. They wrapped the horseshoes of the war horses with cotton cloth, brought twenty flintlock rifles as cover, and went to harass them every half an hour.

Most of the time, they just threw away several tens of thousands of enemies, namely gunpowder bottles, from more than a hundred steps to scare Zhang Bingzhong.

But occasionally, he would move about ten tiger squat cannons and run away after firing two rounds of cannons. Anyway, he would not let Zhang Bingzhong's men live.

Qinchuan's people took turns to sleep in shifts three times and started to sleep before dark, ensuring that each class could sleep for at least four hours.

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The next day, it was not until dawn that fire and food began to be made in Zhang Bingzhong's camp.

Everyone was listless and yawning, and they were worried all night and couldn't sleep well.

Zhang Bingzhong didn't sleep all night. Just as he was about to take a short break in the morning, his subordinates suddenly reported: There were a lot of people running away last night, at least six or seven thousand, and they should have been running around in the random situation.

The most important thing is that the old craftsman who built the catapult car ran away and didn't even build a catapult car.

When Zhang Bingzhong heard this, he was furious and cursed again in the direction of the border and mountain.

Now, he has only 20,000 troops left, and less than 13,000 people can go to the battlefield.

A catapult cart is easy to build, just copy it, at most it takes a little more time.

The key to the problem is that they can't hit the catapult cart accurately.

In the past, the old craftsman caught him and aimed at him. How many stones can be placed in the basket can be hit as far as possible, etc. Only the old craftsman can do it.

As soon as the man ran away, his man could only look in the dark and slowly explore the weight and range of the stones in the basket.

Maybe the person who waited for him finally aimed at him, and the catapult cart was broken.

Without a catapult cart, you can only pile up in a swarm, build more large shields, make bigger, thicker, and use your life to pile up.

I am afraid that those hungry people who are being brought to me will be greedy for life and death, and dare not rush up.

Most importantly, he has less time left.
Chapter completed!