A decision was reached to continue the violent attack on the Song camp after tomorrow morning.

However, when the other military leaders retreated one after another and only Wanyan Zongwang and a few others were left in the tent, after these people looked at each other, they could see that each other's eyes were full of bitterness.

By the way! If there is any possibility, they don't want to use such a tactic that costs people's lives.

If they could have these firearms, especially a kind of artillery, and blast away the Song camp bit by bit, that would be the best thing at the moment.

The problem is, they can't do it.

The great craftsmen who followed the army and were in charge of weapons said that even though those fire guns looked simple, the tubes and the reeds for the big fire were surprisingly difficult.

Master craftsmen may be able to make some with their own hands.

But even a majestic Jin Kingdom would not be able to make a few of them within a month. As for the weapons called artillery, it would be impossible to make them at all.

Even with the same gunpowder, their explosive packets weighing twenty kilograms each may not be as powerful as the Song people's which only weighed ten kilograms.

At this moment, they finally felt the despair crushed by technology.

In the following time, I took a musket that was like a work of art and played with it for a while.

Wanyan Zongbi pointed to the mark of a wolf's head on the handle of the gun and muttered: "It would be great if Lang Qing, the minister of the Ministry of Industry of the Song Dynasty, could be absorbed into our Kingdom of Jin.

Even if you are given a princely reward, it is still worth it."

After hearing such a statement, Wanyan Zongwang replied: "If there is a chance, just try to recruit them.

High officials, generous salaries, rich women, as long as he wants, he can give them anything.

But what I hope is that it will rain heavily; I think that in the heavy rain, the power of the Song people's firearms will be greatly reduced, which is the best situation."

Having said this, he walked straight out of the big tent and stared at the stars in the sky.

He never thought that the Jurchens, who were absolutely invincible to them, would one day have to rely on the weather to defeat their opponents.

*******

On the second day, that is, early in the morning of the sixth day of October, the Jin army, which had passed through the unified ideology, began to attack Zhuxian Town again.

It's still the kind where infantry cooperates with cavalry to continuously attack.

After one attacking force after another was defeated, a brand new force soon appeared and launched another attack on Zhuxian Town.

Compared with some time ago, the fighting intensity has suddenly increased a lot.

Fortunately, after the two independent artillery brigades of the New Army were exposed, starting from today, they no longer continued to hide and tuck in, and began to fire with all their strength.

Relying on the massive consumption of artillery shells and gunpowder, it withstood the most deadly cavalry attack.

However, from this day on, the casualties of the defenders on the position began to increase.

Anyway, they are two sides fighting each other. In such a battle that hurts each other, they are constantly and rapidly consumed, and human life becomes extremely cheap at this time.

Regardless of whether you are a governor of the Jin Dynasty, a captain of ten thousand men, or a third-rank official in the Song Dynasty court, you have no meaning at all in such a battle.

One by one, they became consumables on the battlefield.

What needs to be explained is that on some other battlefields.

For example, in Kaifeng City, in Xiangzhou, in Yanshan and the surrounding areas in the north, some wars that may not be as large in scale but are equally important are also going on at the same time.

And it will have some very critical impacts on a main battlefield like Zhuxian Town...

On the seventh day of October, about half an hour before dawn.

On a dock in Kaifeng City, Lang Qing and Yu Hanfeng, whose eyes were as red as rabbits, appeared together because they had not slept for several days.

That's because at this time, the fleets that set off after nightfall every day and started to deliver supplies to Zhuxian Town will all return.

The premise is that such a fleet will not be completely destroyed by the Jin on the way.

Because in the past few days, the Jin people finally discovered such a fleet of theirs.

Then, a large number of archers and trebuchets were arranged on both sides of the river; several iron chains were even connected in the river to create an iron cable across the river.

Even if they have a lot of musketeers in the fleet, there are also small Folan cannons and so on.

The process is still very dangerous, and every day there will be at least a few ships unable to come back.

Sure enough, when the two arrived here, they heard a "clang" sound of steel friction. When the heavy all-iron water gate was raised, a flying tiger boat driven by wheels and oars rushed in.

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I saw those arrows on the side of the ship, like weeds growing wildly after the rain.

Even on the hull of the ship, there are many large and small holes, mottled blood stains and other traces after the war. You know that this trip, the fleet is not easy at all.

When the warship was just approaching, a small colonel jumped off the warship.

He took out a secret letter sealed with fire paint from his pocket, and when Lang Qing delivered it to him, he also reported:

"Mr. Wolf, when we came back this time, we brought a total of 920 horses that were killed in battle.

Originally, we wanted to transport some seriously injured people back, but five small boats were sunk when we went there, so we didn’t bring them back when we came back for safety reasons.”

"Hurry up and organize some women to process the horse meat and distribute it. As a rule, military families and workers are given priority."

After hearing the words, Lang Qing said something in passing, took the secret letter, tore it open directly, and read it under a torch.

Yu Hanfeng also leaned over and looked very concerned.

As for the casualties of the fleet, it can only be said that the two of them are used to it, or they are numb; as long as they still have a ship in hand, they will not stop transporting Zhuxian Town to ensure the safety of such a lifeline.

As a result, after reading it in a hurry, Lang Qing cursed bitterly: "What the hell! This grandson of Hu Biao might as well force me to death."

Yu Hanfeng looked at Hu Biao's expression, which was also a look of sympathy...
Chapter completed!