Spoiler History: Starting from the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 354 Preparing for shelling

There was little rain in Yongliang. Yesterday's drizzle of spring rain stopped immediately. The weather was clear and clear when we marched on the second day.

Kong Ming rode on his horse and took one last look back at the ruins of Wuzhangyuan. A lonely figure seemed to appear in front of him, facing the sunset and sighing endlessly.

"Yuyou Cangtian..."

Kong Ming read out these words and immediately smiled.

Reining the horse and raising the whip, the sword points at Chang'an:

"Mount the army!"

On Chang'an City, which was designated as the target by Kong Ming, Zhong Yao looked to the west with a solemn expression, and behind him was Zhu Ling who looked ashamed.

"There is still no news about General Xiahou?"

Although he didn't specify it, Zhu Ling also knew that he couldn't ask anyone else, so he nodded and confirmed:

"No."

"General Ping Di sent someone to report back. Chencang was lost suddenly. General Xiahou may have received the news too late, and he was attacked from two sides and trapped in the Wei River Valley..."

General Ping Di was Zhang He. Neither he nor Zhang He were former subordinates of Prime Minister Cao. In order to avoid suspicion, they both kept a distance and usually addressed each other by the title of general or title.

Zhu Ling fell silent as he spoke. He felt that it would be too pessimistic to continue talking, so he changed his words:

"Now General Ping Di is trapped by Ma Chao's child."

"Please ask Zhong Sili to mobilize my troops. I will immediately rush to help and repel Ma Chao. Then I can join forces with General Ping Di to attack Chencang and meet General Xiahou."

This is the only feasible method that Zhu Ling can think of. As for whether it is reliable, there is no way to guarantee it.

Zhang He sent back the news two days ago. He now only has more than a thousand cavalry and three thousand infantry.

These troops can be regarded as a good force, but now they are entangled by Ma Chao's 7,000 cavalry. Although they are not unable to protect themselves, they are still overwhelmed.

Moreover, the bandits on the front line of the Wei River are now so strong that Zhang He dare not approach him without knowing the situation. The last message sent back was that he wanted to retreat to Du Yang in the northeast to rest, and then look for an opportunity to counterattack Ma Chao.

But Zhu Ling and Zhong Yao were not very optimistic about it. After all, Qiang Qi was too familiar with this land.

If it were in Shandong and Hebei, no one would believe what Zhang He said, but here in Yongliang... it would be too difficult.

But Zhong Yao was silent for a long time, and finally sighed and spoke, but his tone was unimaginably pessimistic to Zhu Ling:

"Now we are lucky to be able to defend Chang'an. If we send troops, we will lose."

Zhu Ling was shocked: "The thieves are going to attack Chang'an?"

It is relative that there is no danger to defend Chang'an. The tall city wall alone is enough to scare away many people.

Perhaps he has been depressed for too long, or perhaps there is no one around him now. Zhong Yao, who is nearly sixty years old, has an undisguised bitterness in his smile:

"After Yecheng was sealed in the twelfth year of Jian'an, I advised Prime Minister Cao to conquer Yongliang in the west, train troops and restore the people, and slowly plan to conquer the world."

The twelfth year of Jian'an... Zhu Ling remembered it as soon as he thought about it. Wasn't that the year before the Chibi fire?

So Zhu Ling could only remain silent.

Faced with such a reaction, Zhong Yao suddenly felt bored, shook his head and ordered:

"General, please send people to reinforce the city wall. If my prediction is correct, within ten days, the enemy troops will be at the gate of Chang'an."

Ignoring Zhu Ling's reaction, Zhong Yao tightened his clothes and walked on the wide city wall with few soldiers, leaving only sighs.

He had forgotten how long he had stayed in Chang'an.

If the chaos in the world is like a storm, then Chang'an is definitely the place where the storm is the strongest.

Dong Zhuo who was ruthless in the country, Li Jue and Guo Si who became famous, Wang Yun who was ambitious and talented, Lu Bu who was thrown away after being used, ambitious Han Ma and so on.

These strong winds blew the capital to pieces, and eventually even the emperor...

After twenty years of independent power in Chang'an, Zhong Yao no longer wanted to complain about anything, he just wanted someone who could bring peace to the world. He once thought it was Cao Cao, but he refused to listen and became disgraced before he remembered Guanzhong. As a result, in just two years, Liu Bei intervened indiscriminately, and now it is difficult to ignore.

Moreover, Zhong Yao understood even more clearly that the counselors under Liu Bei were quite outstanding, and they were all those who made decisions later.

Now that Guan Yunchang is left alone to guard Jingzhou, he will definitely swallow up the entire Guanzhong.

Mr. Cao, Mr. Cao, you think that Guanzhong is in ruins and not worth taking, so you plan to attack from the east to the west.

But what if Liu Bei used his plan to defeat the Three Qin Dynasties?

Since Liu Bei's subordinates during the Jingxiang period could build a giant boat that could defeat a fortified city, why couldn't they build something in Guanzhong that could defeat Chang'an?

But this has nothing to do with him anymore. Zhong Yao laughed at himself, he was already tired.

Regardless of Liu Bei or Cao Cao, at least now it seems that the end of this troubled world is not far away.

That's it.

Regarding the defense of Chang'an City, Zhu Ling could only say that he did his best.

After a full attack, there are only 4,000 fighting soldiers in hand. Even if we add the civilians who try their best to recruit in the city, there are only 8,000 soldiers.

It sounds like a lot, but if all these people were spread out on the city wall, they wouldn't be able to stand, leaving only a sparse queue.

On the morning after six days of marching, what Kong Ming saw was the city of Chang'an, which was so prepared.

Little Jiang Wei also understood, so he shook his head and chanted:

"When the charging wind is weak, it cannot raise feathers; when the strong crossbow is weak, its strength cannot penetrate Lu Zhen."

Knocking Jiang Wei's head speechlessly, Kong Ming didn't bother to talk nonsense with the opposite party, and directly waved his hand and ordered:

"Load trebuchets and prepare for bombardment."

Kong Ming started training these craftsmen in Jingzhou, and later brought them to Chengdu for expansion, and now they are brought here.

This group of skilled craftsmen can basically do everything from making ladders to wells, making wooden oxen to flowing horses, repairing and maintaining strong crossbows, and instructing soldiers to build water-powered circular carts.

But what Kong Ming wants now is a counterweight trebuchet.

Huo Jun watched with interest, and when he needed help, he took the initiative to help Bu Qu.

The method of assembling the wells during the attack on Yangping Pass was still used, and the key components had already been entrusted to the ironworks to be made and brought over.

The wood can be cut down on site. Among the skilled craftsmen, the one responsible for carpentry immediately picked up a series of carpentry tools and started working.

But even so, it took half a day to assemble it, during which time Huo Jun also led a team to search for suitable shells.

But I thought I heard it wrong when the military advisor said it would cost at least two hundred kilograms. After confirming it again and again, I could only go looking for it with suspicion.

Zhu Ling on Chang'an City didn't know what the other side was doing, and even wanted to shout to the other side:

We have been preparing for a long time, do you still want to attack the city?

What about the promised rush?

It wasn't until the sun began to set in the west and Zhu Ling felt drowsy that he heard a cheer burst out from the military camp opposite.

The enemy army was in the west, and it was difficult to see the sun clearly at this time. Zhu Ling tried his best to squint to see clearly.

Then I saw a small black dot gradually enlarge in my sight, and then there was a "ton" sound.

A stone roller held by two people hit the city wall not far from Zhu Ling, and the unlucky guy who was hit was already broken.

Zhu Ling felt like his teeth were chattering:

"The thieves...are there any ghosts or gods who can help them?"

　Start to support yourself, can’t slack off until next month

　　

　

(End of this chapter)