On the morning of November 17, before the sun could show, Huang Zongxiang was awakened by the servants who rushed to the camp to report the news. He said that the court's troops had reached ten miles away and had not set up camp to rest. He marched overnight towards Shangsizhou.

When he arrived at the village hall, Huang Zongxiang muttered in his heart that although the road from Qianlongdong to Shangsizhou was along the Mingjiang River Valley and was not considered a mountain road, it was not as a reason to march at night. Are the soldiers of the court crazy?

Before the armor was packed, someone came to report that the court's troops had already broken through the first pass and had not stopped at all. They were continuing to march here.

Huang Zongxiang was a little anxious, grabbed the person who came to report the news and asked, "How many people are here?"

"The little one couldn't see clearly from afar. He only saw lanterns on the road, like worms, and they couldn't see the head at a glance. They were densely packed with people, thousands of people!"

He pushed the person in his hand and Huang Zongxiang cursed: "Zhi Niang, how many soldiers and horses in Yongzhou are there in total? Even if you come to Shangsizhou, you can't have thousands of them! You are blind just by killing!"

The servant who reported the news was pushed to the ground. Looking at the angry Huang Zongxiang's look of devouring, how could he dare to say anything? But he felt wronged. In the middle of the night, who could see clearly the number of people?

Since then, the guards of the outer periphery have come to report, and the passes set up in Shangsizhou on the periphery are broken with just one blow, and they cannot stop the court's soldiers at all. They can go outside the city.

Huang Zongxiang looked outside the village. A trace of fish belly just appeared in the sky, and it was hazy outside. He couldn't see the face clearly after a few steps. Even if the people in the countryside got up early, it would be difficult to recruit people at this time, and they couldn't help but complain.

On the road outside the village, Gao Daquan rode his horse and kept patrolling back and forth to prevent anyone from falling behind in the darkness.

These rural soldiers are from sugar sugar services and often do farm work overnight when they are busy. Therefore, when it comes to marching at night, they are more adaptable than those regular wing soldiers. They travel seventy miles a day and one night without any loss of energy.

As soon as the sun emerged from the top of the mountain, Gao Daquan took people outside Shangsizhou Village.

Huang Zongxiang finally got the manpower in order, took it to the village wall, and went up to the looking building himself.

Looking at the village soldiers lined up outside, a personal soldier whispered to Huang Zongxiang: "Master, take advantage of the new arrival of the imperial army and the formation is not stable. We might as well rush out and catch them off guard!"

"Is your brain broken?" Huang Zongxiang glared at the spoken personal soldiers fiercely, "I didn't see these people wearing armor and swords and guns! Do you think it was the waste of the Huang family in Zhongzhou that we used to be together? Now I'm taking people out to the point where they are thinking, and this city is useless! Let me be honest and keeping the city is serious, don't think about it! As long as we keep it, they will stay for two days and will naturally go back!"

The personal soldiers shrank their heads and dared not say anything more.

Huang Zongxiang looked at it and asked his personal soldiers around him: "How many strong men outside have entered the village?"

"There are only a few dozen people, and there is no time for the others. The master originally said that he would arrive tonight. Can those lazy people be delayed for one more moment?"

Huang Zongxiang gritted his teeth with hatred: "It was me who miscalculated. I didn't expect them to come so quickly! But the people under our rule do need to be beaten, and the master's family spoke, what would it be like?"

After the township soldiers were lined up, Tong Dutou asked Gao Daquan: "Commander, do you want me to go up and rush for a while? See how these barbarians deal with it, let's make the truth."

"Okay, but don't be in love with the battle. If you lead the barbarians to make an appointment, come back!"

Tong Du responded with a promise and asked his soldiers to take the lead.

The soldiers lined up, the flag-tag players took the lead, and the team was finally on the verge of the drums.

If the two armies confront each other, there should be two or three rounds of crossbows during the advancement. However, now it is attacking the village. Besides, there are few strong bows and crossbows among the local soldiers, and they only rely on shields to protect the strong rush.

Among the team, the flag player is the leader, the archer is the deputy, the flag player is both the archer and the archer is the archer and the archer is the archer and the archer are the archer and the archer are the archer. Therefore, the flag player leads the flag, holds a long spear and shield, and takes the lead. The archer has a steel knife, and is located at the end, and is located between the two of them. The archer who is cowardly and archer can be beheaded directly when attacking.

When the war is fierce, the flag player suffers the most casualties, and the second person will be replaced by death. The team is safest, but it requires ruthlessness. The key is to be able to deal with one's own people. Therefore, although the team is a deputy, the one who takes over the flag player is always others. There are very few people who take over the team as the deputy. In the eyes of others, the team is a role that deserves a thousand swords. When it is his turn to lead the team, the people below should rebel.

As the officers and soldiers slowly approached the gate of the village, the local soldiers on the village wall started to clamor.

Huang Zongxiang shouted loudly: "Shut up and shut up! Why are you yelling? These people don't even have ladders. Do you want to fly into the village? The men just follow the orders, get close to them and shoot them to death!"

After a while, the crowd on the village wall finally calmed down.

Tong Dutou had already got off his horse, holding a sword and holding a shield, walking in front of the team. He had to go to the commander and above to avoid rushing with the army, and Dutou still had to rush to the front. The deputy Dutou was at the end of the team, one was to play the role of supervising the battle, and the other was that if Dutou had an accident, he could stabilize the morale of the army and avoid chaos.

The drum beats were very slow, and the team was moving slowly, pushing forward little by little.

The city of Shangsizhou has no moat, but it is built along the mountain. The road in front of the village is high and low, so it is not easy to keep the team neat when moving forward slowly. Every time you move less than a hundred steps, the drum beats will become extremely slow, giving the children the time to organize the team.

Seeing Tong Dutou's team reaching nearly a hundred steps from the village wall, Huang Zongxiang became nervous, staring at the slowly moving team, and holding his right hand high.

Seeing that it was seventy or eighty steps, Huang Zongxiang waved his hand suddenly: "Shoot the arrow! Poison arrow! Shoot them to death!"

With this order, the local soldiers on the village wall bent their bows and arrows, and shot them out of the village without any brains.

The natives had soft bows, and they could not shoot at a distance of seventy or eighty steps, and raindrops were just in front of the siege team. Because there was no command system, no matter whether they shot or not, the arrow rain would shoot continuously.

Tong Du looked at the arrows falling from the ground in front of him and frowned. Before entering the Sugar Service, he was a wing army stationed in Yizhou and had dealt with these barbarians a lot. He knew that the barbarian bows and arrows looked weak, but many of them were covered with poison, so he should not be careless. Even if he brought poisons with the military doctor, it was troublesome, because the poisons on the arrows were varied, including the juice of trees, such as the famous "Tearing the Throat in Blood", some poisons were taken from animals such as poisonous snakes, and it was difficult to prescribe the right medicine.

The team slowly reached a distance of fifty steps, and the soldiers on the village wall started to clamor, and the arrow rain became even faster, and the sound of shooting on the shield made a snap.

Seeing that the officers and soldiers could not be shot down, Huang Zongxiang suddenly became impatient and shouted loudly: "Stone, move the stones, and kill them when they get under the wall! The hot oil is also ready!"

Some local soldiers agreed and added another handful of firewood under the big pot that had been boiled on the village wall. The pot was filled with hot oil, and they would pour it down when the officers and soldiers approached the village wall.

At this moment, the drum sound suddenly stopped, and with a loud sound, Gao Daquan stopped his troops.

Looking at the slowly retreating official army, Huang Zongxiang was confused. He didn't know what they had to do. He hadn't fought yet, so why did he retreat again?

The man led by Tongdu slowly retreated, returned to Gao Daquan's side, and asked, "Commander, why did you retreat? Let me enter the front of his village gate, and you might break the village gate in one go!"

"No need! If you brought gunpowder to the front of the village, it would be useful. If you buried it there, you would bombard them into the sky! But we have other solutions today."

As he said that, Gao Daquan asked someone to remove the small cannon he brought from the horse and move it to the front of the formation. Ten small cannons were scattered in one stroke. A sergeant who specialized in artillery brought accessories and squatted on the ground to install a cannon stand.

Tong Du looked at the ten black iron pipes and frowned and asked Gao Daquan: "This thing looks inconspicuous, is it really useful?"

"It's okay. Anyway, when the squad is trying, you can knock down the wall with just one shot. However, the wall is now built, which is far less solid than the wall here. I don't know what it looks like when ten shots are fired at once, and I haven't tried it."

Gao Daquan said, seeing the gun mount installed there, and then said to Tong Du: "You lead the team up like you did just now. These ten cannons were pushed in front. When they reached eighty steps from the village wall, they stopped and aimed at the volley."

Tong Dutou asked, "Where to hit?"

"Isn't Huang Zongxiang standing on the Wanglou?" Gao Daquan pointed at Wanglou and asked.

Tong Du nodded: "You can't be wrong! Just now, I heard someone shouting from afar on the floor. I also saw him pointing fingers. Who except Huang Zongxiang would do this?"

"Okay! Then you'll reach eighty steps away, and ten cannons will rush towards the Looking Tower together!"

Tong Dutou was full of excitement when he heard this. He had never seen the little cannon look like it was set up, but Gao Daquan said it was quite useful. He could even knock down the wall of the village with dozens of cannons. Unfortunately, Xu Ping repeatedly told him that when facing the enemy, he could only shoot three cannons at most, and then he had to wait until the cannon barrels were cold and he had seen that there were no cracks before firing them. Otherwise, the bows and arrows in the village could not be shot, so he just squatted outside the village and kept firing the guns, and all the walls would be destroyed.

In fact, in Xu Ping's opinion, this little cannon is very joking, which is incomparable to the majestic appearance he saw in movies and TV in his previous life. It is like a large salute that someone sets off when there is a happy event. A thin tube is as simple as it is. No matter how he looks at it, he feels it is not safe. He deliberately casts dozens of iron balls for the cannon to carry with him. The iron lumps are always more destructive than stones when they hit.

Seeing the officers and soldiers retreat, Huang Zongxiang was full of excitement and kept cheering his subordinates around him. These birds looked a bit majestic, but in fact they were still silver-shaped gun heads. Could it be that they could really fly to the wall of the village?

Suddenly, the drums sounded again outside the village, and the team of officers and soldiers who had just retreated slowly rushed towards the village wall again. Compared with the moment, the speed was significantly faster.

"My boys, cheer up. The thieves and officials who have been killed these days are fooling us. Be careful that they really rushed under the village wall this time! The stone hot oil is ready!"

Huang Zongxiang shouted while staring at the officers and soldiers coming.

When he arrived less than a hundred steps away from the village wall, the guy who was walking in front of him suddenly stopped and the personal soldiers beside him waved the flags.

The drum sound came to an abrupt end.
Chapter completed!