Chapter 583: Preparation before war (2)

Chapter 583 Preparation before war (2)

 Cao Jun’s guess was correct. The Han army was indeed unable to cross the east side of Long Pass.

But what they didn't know was that their opponents had a large number of good forest players, and it was very easy for them 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 in mountain warfare and special operations, a certain country turtle has unparalleled advantages.

After all, the King of Soldiers has returned 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 return from the east side of Guanshan Mountain 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, under the protection of the soldiers in front, the Nanxiang engineering team 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 the rules and guidelines, and constantly correcting the construction direction of the construction workers.

Farther behind them, the auxiliary soldiers shouted slogans "Hey, hey, hey," and walked towards the construction site carrying tall logs cut down yesterday.

Pang Hui, who had closed the door, 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 attack the city immediately when Guancheng received the news too late and without much preparation.

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 the opponent is preparing but not knowing what is preparing makes people feel quite stressed.

Pang Hui looked at the antlers and horses at the city gate and thought that if he had known what the Shu captive was like, he should not have blocked the city gate. He would have taken this opportunity to rush out to test the opponent's situation.

Under the professional construction work of the Nanxiang engineering team, the big pit 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 and prepare together, pull!”

The scribes began to shout.

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 of which was stretched tightly, and the other two sides were closely followed by tightening 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 triangle principle 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 don't worry. 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."

Wen Shi trembled when he heard this, "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 death on the Wangyuan Tower where he supervised. Wouldn't it be an unjust death?

His ancestors were from Shuzhong literary family, and later moved a branch to Nanzhong. Although the family was in decline, it was still barely worthy of being an heirloom. As long as he didn't have too much ambition, his life would not be easy. Too bad.

 It's just that these days, it doesn't mean that you can live your life peacefully without ambition. When you meet the ambitious Meng Huo, Yong Kai and others, there is a war in southern China.

In order to protect the incense, the men of the Wen family let the women and children escape, and the men of the family stopped the rebels. In this war, all the father and brother of the Wenshi family died.

Only he was injured and managed to escape.

Later on, 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 accumulated knowledge of more than 20 years, he fooled the illiterate gangsters in the militia and finally transformed into a gentleman who knew both astronomy and geography.

Originally, according to the normal approach, with his ability and knowledge, no matter which big or powerful family he is, he will be regarded as an investment target.

It is a pity that he encountered a country bumpkin who wandered into history and did not play according to the routine.

At the same time, this country bumpkin is also the largest leader of the Han labor trafficking organization.

Out of the 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 Wen Shi was recorded in Feng Tubao's talent reserve book.

Wenshi is good at metaphysical arithmetic.

At this time, metaphysical arithmetic involved a wide range of knowledge, including arithmetic, medicine, astronomy, and calculations.

Facing the infamous King Feng Gui in Nanzhong and Feng Langjun, who is famous in Shu for his clever words and tricks, Wenshi's ability to fool the gangsters of the militia is no longer enough.

When he learned that Wenzhen 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 to learn and accumulate 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 two tall trees were completely erected, the engineering team moved boulders and put them into the pit, pressing the bottom of the tall trees firmly. Finally, they began to fill in the soil, and at the same time, several thick hemp ropes around them began to tighten and secure them. live.

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 chariot 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 is tall and big, even higher than Guancheng.

How did the Han army do it on the opposite side?

Pang Hui's mind was actually a little shaken.

Construction of wonders has a deterrent effect on ordinary people.

Looking at the Han army under the city, it didn't take half a day to build a huge chariot that was higher than the city of Guan. This kind of thing was simply unheard of, and many of Cao's troops in Guan were a little worried.

"What are you afraid of? It's just a chariot. What's the harm in letting him go up and take a look at Guancheng?"

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 he was pulled by Feng Yong, "Forget it, you are too thin. Follow the rules and let the fat guy go up first."

Wenshi:…

A strong soldier with the weight of two men 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. Hang 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, not only did the direction go wrong, but the force was also weak, and it fell in mid-air.

“Brother, why don’t you let me go up and have a look.”

Zhao Guang dissuaded him and said, "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 certainly wouldn't 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 to attack Guancheng, time was tight and they had to be defeated in one battle, so he could only bite the bullet and go up.

"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. It's not that he's cold, but that he's a little scared.

At this time, there was no one else around him, 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 came into view.

Feng Yong touched his arms, took out two sleeves, 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 to make, using all his connections to find transparent crystals and having people polish them carefully.

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 has been preparing from the beginning, and has been preparing for four full years.

“If I had known earlier, I would have studied mechanics! What about real estate?”

Feng Yong muttered the words he had repeated so many times. He kept moving his telescope and remembered all the Cao Jun camps in Guancheng and Guanshan Mountain in his mind.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he waved the small white flag, and the people below began to carefully put the hemp rope, and the hanging basket began to slowly fall 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 solid weight were pushed forward.

Feng Yong had runny nose and pointed at him and cursed, "It's windy up there. Why didn't you warn me? Do you want me to freeze to death up there? How can I observe the enemy's situation if I'm half frozen to death?"

The sturdy soldier lowered his head honestly and said apologetically, "Feng Langjun, it was the villain who was negligent."

Whether they are the Nanxiang soldiers or the Nanxiang engineering team, they are all soldiers trained by Feng Yong himself.

Feng Turtle is rampant in Nanxiang. He has the strictest requirements for his subordinate soldiers. If the training performance is not as good as he wants, it is normal for him to be beaten and scolded.

But on ordinary days, his treatment of his soldiers is also impeccable.

Hence, 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 his instructions.

“Brother, when will we attack the city?”

Zhao Guang followed up and asked impatiently.

“What’s the rush? How many catapults have been made?”

“There are already six.”

“Too few, let’s wait until there are ten.”

Feng Yong waved his hand.

"But brother, I see that Guancheng is really thick and strong. This catapult may not be able to break it." Zhao Guang became anxious when he heard this. "It's better to let me test the city today first, or destroy it." Might as well get those antlers."

"What's the rush? It's just antlers." Feng Yonghun said nonchalantly, "In my eyes, that thing is completely useless."

Zhao Guang wanted to say something else, but Feng Yong suddenly sneezed, "Okay, you don't have to tell me, I have my own plans. Let the cooks in the army make me some noodles and put more pepper oil to drive away the cold."

 Longshan Mountain in February was already freezing cold, and when he climbed high in the air, 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, little brother?”

Zhao Guang swallowed a sip 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, call General Wang, General Zhang and others over, and 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 appear.

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.

In the large tent, there were guards guarding the door to prevent outsiders from seeing it. After all, it was not shameful to eat and drink with the soldiers on the surface, but to open a small stove in private.



“General, General Wang is back.”

There was a guard outside the tent saying.

“Let him come in alone.”

Feng Yong was sitting on the handsome chair with a straight face, his mouth was full of oil, and he didn't bother to wipe it, so he spoke 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.

“General Wang is back? Are you hungry? There happens to be a piece of noodles in this bucket. Let’s eat together.”

Feng Yong looked up at him inside the tent and greeted him.

Wang Han touched his belly, held his fists in his hands, and said politely, "Thank you, general!"

I immediately 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 ambush in the mountains all night. Even though he had a woolen down jacket and other items, he was still very cold.

“How is the situation? Did you catch the tongue?”

Feng Yong asked.

“Hmmmm…”

Wang Han heard Feng Yong's question and 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.

(End of this chapter)

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