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Chapter 71: Short and weak

 The next day, at dawn, the thunderous war drums sounded again.

Chen Dao led his troops to attack the west gate of Qiongdu again.

It's not that Zhou Mo doesn't want to attack from other directions, it's just that the geographical location of Qiongdu determines that the west gate is the only weak point.

After yesterday's discussion at the pre-war seminar, Zhou Mo adopted Chen Dao's suggestion and will adopt a new siege tactic today.

At this moment, Zhou Mo was holding a telescope and eagerly watching the dynamics of the battlefield, hoping that this tactic would work.

First, Chen Dao led the entire army and advanced steadily.

When they reached a shooting distance from the Qiongdu city wall and were just outside the shooting range of the Nanman archers, they stopped and formed an array on the spot, not in a hurry to attack the city.

Then, the engineers at the rear quickly followed up and began to transport soil, wood and other materials.

Then, they began to ram the soil.

A hemp rope as thick as a thumb was tightly tied to a huge boulder, and more than a dozen rope heads were thrown out. A dozen sturdy soldiers went into battle shirtless, each holding a rope head, shouting slogans, and pounding it rhythmically.

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Every time you add a layer of soil, tamp it again.

Not long after, three porcelain rammed earth platforms were built high.

Chen Dao personally inspected the hardness of the rammed earth and felt satisfied, so he continued to order that a tower be built on each rammed earth platform.

The height of the tower is slightly higher than the Qiongdu city wall.

Finally, the three crossbow machines were disassembled into parts, transported to the top of the tower, and then assembled again.

He also carried the elephant king's head on a bamboo pole and hung it high on the highest point of the middle tower, making a mockery of it.

During the whole process, the Nanman soldiers above the city of Qiongdu just watched helplessly. The chiefs were as anxious as ants on a hot pot, but there was nothing they could do.

The bows and arrows just don't have enough range, and no one dares to lead troops out of the city to stop them. After all, the head of the Elephant King is hanging there. How capable can other people be, more powerful than the Elephant King?

After the crossbow machine was set up, Chen Dao ordered a test launch.

The specially made iron feather crossbow arrows shot out of the air with great force and extremely high accuracy. Only one arrow was slightly off target and hit the adobe bricks of the city wall and got stuck in the cracks of the bricks. The other two arrows, one from a Nanman

The soldier's face was grazed, leaving a bloody wound, and the other was nailed directly to the chest of a southern barbarian soldier, killing him on the spot.

The power of this iron feather crossbow was beyond the imagination of the barbarian soldiers. They were all frightened and turned pale. They hurriedly scattered and hid, not daring to show their heads for a long time.

After a long time, the barbarian soldiers found a dozen men with amazing arm strength who were good at shooting. They also found many hard bows, and with all their strength, they drew the bows and fired back at the top of the city.

The results are regrettable.

Most strong men who are good at shooting can shoot at most onto the rammed earth platform. Only a magic archer can shoot at half the probability of hitting the wooden structure of the tower.

But that's all, and it doesn't pose a real threat to the tower.

The barbarian soldiers were furious and helpless, so they screamed angrily.

This scene is like two men peeing face to face. One of them is so fierce that he can irritate the other's face, but the other of them can only draw a weak arc through a lot of effort, and even the other's shoes are not wet.

Can you not be angry?

When Chen Dao saw this, he knew that his plan was successful, so he looked up to the sky and laughed.

When Huang Yuan attacked the city yesterday, he carefully observed it and discovered this fatal weakness of Qiongdu City.

It's a huge fortified city, but there are only archers at the top of the city, and there are no powerful crossbows.

This is very rare in Han Dynasty.

But in Nanzhong, it is not difficult to understand.

After all, in this barbaric land, there is a lack of skilled craftsmen, and contact with the Han Dynasty has been cut off all year round. The crossbow machine involves a series of complex processes such as metallurgy, mechanisms, mortise and tenon joints, special arrows, and daily maintenance. It is also bulky and has harsh usage conditions.

A series of shortcomings.

On the contrary, bows are low-cost, flexible and easy to use, suitable for many occasions, and can replace crossbows most of the time. Moreover, the southerners hunt in the mountains all year round, and all of them can shoot hard bows, and their arm strength is far superior to that of the Han people.

Therefore, they are incapable of playing and are not interested in the complicated and complicated tricks of the Han people.

But at this moment, at the critical moment, these differences in range have become a fatal weakness.

It's short, weak, and has weak range, which is really annoying.

As Chen Dao laughed loudly, the Han army officers and soldiers were also amused by the funny appearance of the Nanman soldiers at the top of the city.

Morale boosted!

Zhou Mo and other generals in the rear also smiled at each other and praised Chen Dao's idea.

He is indeed a veteran who has been fighting for many years.

With these three towers and three crossbow machines, although they are not many in number, their effects are obvious.

First, we can investigate the situation in the city.

Secondly, this crossbow machine is extremely powerful and has a high hit rate. It is far beyond the comparison of ordinary bows and arrows. It is like three sniper rifles placed there, which is extremely intimidating.

Taking advantage of the high morale, the Han army immediately launched an attack on the city.

Sure enough, the southern barbarian soldiers became obviously timid under the threat of crossbows, and their counterattack was far less sharp than yesterday.

But Zhou Mo saw that once the Han army attacked the city, the enemy was condescending and had the upper hand, and casualties were inevitable, which made him feel a little distressed.

The siege battle went smoothly. By dusk, Chen Dao had already piled high earth slopes in many places under the city wall, greatly reducing the difficulty of climbing.

All the generals felt that it would be a matter of time before the city was destroyed in three to five days at the earliest and seven or eight days at the longest.

Now that victory was within his grasp, Zhou Mo began to think about how to come up with a strategy to minimize the casualties of soldiers.

At nightfall, the Han army retreated with the sound of gold.

The Nanman soldiers in the city finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In the meeting hall, the chiefs sighed and cursed all kinds of curses. It was obvious that they had been mentally disturbed by these crossbow machines.

Before the death of the Elephant King, no one dared to go out of the city to fight. Now with the crossbow machine on their face, they no longer have the courage to go up the city wall to direct the battle.

Although there are many soldiers in the city, if this continues, it will be no different than waiting to die.

If you can't protect everything, whoever is cheating is already planning in his mind to surrender in Kaicheng.

Someone asked: "Why don't you try the bitter trick that the military advisor mentioned yesterday?"

"Okay!"

"Support!"

"A dead horse is treated as a living horse."

This strategy, which was full of loopholes and criticized many times yesterday, has attracted unanimous support from people today.

Without further ado, just do it.

Not long after, Lang Cen, the leader of the small tribe Mosuo tribe, timidly came to the meeting hall.

His superior, Hu Peng, the chief of the Qin tribe, asked: "Lang Cen, I heard that you are acquainted with Lang Lu of the Yanniu tribe?"

"Sir, we have known each other since childhood."

"That's good. Now there is a difficult task, which is related to the life and death of our Qiongdu. Only you can do it. Are you willing to accept it?"

"Of course I am willing. It is an honor for me to serve for you, the chiefs." Lang Cen said.

"Okay!" Fox Peng laughed.

The chiefs present also applauded and praised Lang Cen as a good man.
Chapter completed!
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