Chapter 5 Short Song (Four)

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooo--" Angry horn sounds one after another, resounding throughout the field.

"Brother, Yelu Dilie asked us why we didn't do it just now!" Yelu Basin ran to Yelu Chache with his plump butt and asked knowingly.

"Blow the horns and tell Yelu Dilie, don't worry, the one with the surname Zheng can't escape!" Yelu Chache curled his lips, and was full of complacent.

When he led the remnants to retreat from Hebei in panic at the beginning of the year, he was ridiculed by his brothers and brothers, especially Yelu Dilie, the governor of the Eastern Army. The words he said were particularly unpleasant. Now, brothers should know how Zheng Ziming was like a crazy tiger? He was at least burdened by Xiao Tianci, so he had to withdraw his troops. But now, nearly 100,000 troops and thousands of generals watched him take the big ship and leave. Who among the brothers and the others was even more incompetent? You can tell without asking!

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." The sound of horns sounded from the south bank of the Liao River, revealing unconcealed confidence. Several Khitan warriors with messengers rushed downstream, and wherever they passed, they were splattering mud.

There were also a large group of Youzhou soldiers who drove the ox to pull out the bowstrings of the bed crossbow, and chiseled the city with a length of more than two meters and the thickness of the bowl, filling them one by one on the crossbow bed. Some people kept observing the distance between the bed crossbow and the big ship with their naked eyes, looking for the best launch time.

The noisy north bank of the Liao River, the crying and scolding quickly decreased. Yelu Dilie, the governor of the Eastern Army, separated everyone and rushed to the river beach, pointed to the crossbow chariots with cold light on the south bank, with wide eyes, clenched their teeth, and trembling all over their body.

He hated Zheng Ziming for being cunning. He actually led a mere thirty-year-old outlaw to the camp while he was sleeping soundly before dawn and pressed the faces of tens of thousands of troops directly into the cesspool!

He hated those Wei barbarians who had only a false reputation and failed his trust. He claimed that he could have a tiger and leopard, but he was killed by Zheng Ziming before he could meet him.

He hated even more that his brother Yelucha had sinister and shameless. He clearly had enough troops and means to help him capture Zheng Ziming, but he chose to stand by and watch with Han Kuangsi. It was not until Zheng Ziming fought with him that he jumped out to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

"Master, we're all fooled, we're all fooled by Yelu Cha!" A thousand cavalrymen rushed to Yelu Dilie's side and accused him in a furious manner, "He, he is clearly using us to consume Zheng Ziming's strength for him. Then, and then give the last blow to Zheng's surname!"

"I deserve it, who will make me stupider than him!" Yelu Dilie's anger could no longer suppress him. He raised his steel knife and cut off half of the man's head with one knife. "I deserve to be stupider than others, and I deserve to follow others and eat dirt. We are stupid, so who can we blame!"

"Puu!" The poor war horse fell down, and the thousand generals on the horse's back were thrown into stars and their faces were covered with blood.

The rest of the others were about to go forward to ask Yelu Dilie for countermeasures. Seeing this, the Khitan generals quickly pulled their mounts and held their breath carefully. They were afraid that some of their performance would be too conspicuous and would be regarded as the next target of venting by their coach.

Yelu Dilie didn't know how to restrain himself at all. He raised his bloody blade and pointed at the generals under his command and cursed, "What are you doing in a stand-in? You are all dead people! The surname Zheng ran away on a boat. Wouldn't you chase him on a horse? Riding on a horse to chase him along the river bank! Shoot with arrows, shoot with rockets, and light the big ship into a torch!"

"This? It's the Grand Marshal!" The generals originally wanted to remind Yelu Dilie that the wind was strong on the river surface, and the range of the feather arrows could not reach the heart of the river. However, seeing the blood beads falling on the tip of the knife, they instinctively pressed their true thoughts back into their stomachs. They rushed to turn their horses' heads, lit their respective ceremonies, bent their bows and arrows, aiming at the big ships that were gradually distant.

Most of the feather arrows were blown by the river wind and fell softly into the water. The dozens of scattered and extremely long ranges also lost their strength after reaching the hull. Zhou Xin and Tao Yong used shields and weapons to fly backwards and disappeared.

Zheng Ziming and the Cangzhou warriors under his command have received strict water battle training and have long expected this situation to occur. Not only are they not troubled by feather arrows in the sky, they actively control the rudder and oars, adjust the course, and make the ship as close to the northeastern side of the river as possible. They would rather get hundreds or thousands of feather arrows than risk becoming the target of the south bank crossbow.

"Bang!" "Bang" "Bang!" The crossbow on the south bank launched the first round of volleys. More than a dozen thick crossbow poles were pressed against the water and rushed towards the big ship like a pike.

Li Shun and Li Biao adjusted their course and tried their best to control the large ship to dodge. However, the speed of the ship was not as fast as the speed of the giant crossbow after all. There were only two muffled sounds of "bang" and "bang" in his ears. The position of the left side of the ship was close to the waterline, and the crossbow arrow immediately shot out two holes as big as helmets by the crossbow arrow.

The ship speed slowed down suddenly, and the hull slowly tilted. "Dachun, Zhou Xin, come down with me to restock the boat." Zheng Ziming picked up a door panel, yelled and rushed towards the bottom cabin, and while running, he issued an order like flowing water, "Shunzi and Biaozi continue to steer, others, go find weapons and prepare to fight back!"

"Be careful!" Tao Dachun took off another hatch door and chased after him, leaned his body sideways, blocking Zheng Ziming behind him.

"Bang, bang!" There were two loud noises. The other two siege crossbows were chiseled into the bottom cabin with the waterline. The flat crossbow tip continued to poke four or five feet forward before stopping, almost passing by the two.

"They used the siege drill!" Zhou Xin, the third person who rushed into the bottom cabin, was shocked and reminded in a hoarse voice. "It was the siege drill of the Youzhou army, and the Khitans never knew how to use this thing!"

"Replenish the ship! Youzhou army is also a Khitan!" Zheng Ziming glanced at him, calmly stepped forward, and drove two sieges that had lost their strength to push out the cabin one by one. Then, he used the cabin door panel to press down a hole that was gushing into the ship.

Thanks to the ups and downs of the waves, the holes that were chiseled out by the siege are mostly located on the waterline. Only when the waves come, will water flow flow in. Therefore, it is not too much to block it, but you just have to risk being chiseled through the next siege.

The big ship shook violently and began to turn. Obviously, Li Shun and Li Biao, who were steering, made the right decision to bring the hull closer to the north shore and get more feather arrows. The distance between the hull and the south shore was increased so as to avoid the Youzhou army's siege and the siege of the city was more likely to show their power.

The sound of dense feather arrows hitting outside the cabin, and in an instant, it was like rain hitting a banana leaf. Four Cangzhou warriors rushed down the cabin with wooden boards, pushed Zheng Ziming away, and began to block other holes. Tao Dachun made a gesture to Zhou Xin and forced Zheng Ziming to climb the steps up the stairs, "The Khitans didn't have time to destroy them, and our weapons should still be left on the ship. Find out, we can't just be beaten and fight back!"

"Look for a bed crossbow, our bed crossbow is easier than the Youzhou Army!" Zhou Xin handed the wooden board to his brothers, turned his head, and pushed Zheng Ziming out.

Zheng Ziming understood the hard work of his brothers, so he could only walk onto the deck. Looking around, he saw that there were densely packed people on both sides of the river. Countless Khitan warriors pulled rounded bows, sent feather arrows and rockets to his head without any money.

Tao Yong was alone, holding a shield, while covering the rain of arrows falling from the sky, while trying to adjust the crossbow truck fixed on the port side. This simple crossbow truck was specially customized for warships by Cangzhou military craftsmen. It was completely made of Zhuge crossbows at ten times proportion. Although its power is not as powerful as the bed crossbow used to defend the city, it is much simpler to operate. In an emergency, only two people need to cooperate with each other to fully load and shoot, and can be three shots at a time.

"Zhou Xin stayed to help Yongzi. Dachun, let's go to the right deck. You can't just be beaten and fight back!" Zheng Ziming was immediately reminded of Tao Yong's actions and ordered decisively. Then he pulled Tao Dachun and rushed to the other side of the cabin.

Tao Dachun was worried about his safety and wanted to stop him. However, seeing that Nan'an had loaded again and was about to launch the crossbow that was about to be launched, he stomped his feet and picked up his shield to catch up.

The two brothers cooperated tacitly, and soon adjusted the crossbow that the Khitans had not had time to destroy, and then worked together to turn the winch and pull the crossbow string. Then, they quickly loaded three slender crossbow arrows into the launching trough one by one.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" The crossbow on the south bank began the third round of volleys. The thick crossbow poles swept straight white lines out from the water.

Because the distance was getting farther and farther, this time only one crossbow hit the hull. The other several pieces were all vainly drifted, causing sighs on both sides of the north and south.

"It's my turn!" Zheng Ziming pushed Tao Dachun away and aimed at a crossbow on the south bank to pull the mechanism. "Swoosh--" "Swoosh--" "Swoosh--", and the three crossbows were fired at the same time.

The slender crossbow arrow instantly flew over more than two hundred steps away. The first hit the crossbow cart accurately and pushed it down. The second one flew past the scalp of the crossbowman, missing his whereabouts. The third one was in the chest of a Khitan general who was supervising the battle, pushing his whole body into the air, splashing blood and flesh.

"Swoosh--" "Swoosh--" "Swoosh--" The crossbow chariot placed on the port side also quickly showed its power. Three crossbow arrows were shot into the cavalry team that rode a horse and bent its bow.

A Khitan soldier who was about to be fired was pushed down from the war horse by a crossbow arrow. He rolled a few times in a row. Before he could stand up, he was knocked down again by the war horse that rushed past. He opened his mouth and spitted a mouthful of blood. He fell down again. In a blink of an eye, he was stepped into a ball of meat paste.

A war horse was penetrated by a crossbow arrow, and raised its four hooves in pain, and ran wildly. It rushed into the river in three steps and two steps, and was swept into the bottom of the water with its owner by a whirlpool.
Chapter completed!