The beginning of the Three Kingdoms Cheng Yuanzhi

Chapter 53 The Plan of Night Attack
In this era, there were no cannons to blast open the city gates, so the only way to attack the city was with ladders, cloud carts, and human lives.

There are many tricks available for the city defenders, such as rolling wood and beating stones, strong bows and crossbows, and even boiled golden juice-that is, dung soup and so on.

Therefore, this era is very unfriendly to the attacking side. The casualty ratio of the attacking side is usually five times or more than that of the defending side.

Siege was not originally the strong point of cavalry, but the Wuhuan people had moved inland for a long time, and had initially mastered the technology of making ladders and large siege equipment.

So for them, attacking the city is not too difficult. As long as they are willing to do whatever it takes, the eldest son city will definitely not be able to defend.

In mid-April of the third year of Zhongping, the eldest son of Shangdang County.

On the city, 2 big Han defenders stood ready.

Below the city, [-] Wuhuan knights surrounded the inner three floors and the outer three floors, and the horses galloped back and forth, shouting.

The arrogance is monstrous, and the killing intent is awe-inspiring.

The distance between Wuhuan's various military formations is wide open, and it can be seen that they have made sufficient fire prevention plans.

As for the other 1 cavalry of the Wuhuan tribe, they were divided into two groups, [-] horses stared at the Gaodu City, and [-] blocked the only way from Huguan to the Changzi City.

Cheng Yuanzhi nodded slightly at the military situation outside the city. From the perspective of military strategy, Nanlou is indeed a leader who has experienced many battles.

The clear organization and deployment blocked any possibility of a comeback in Shangdang County.

Theoretically speaking, without foreign aid, Shangdang County would be breached sooner or later.

Cheng Yuanzhi thought about it from another angle, if he used troops, at most he would deploy another 1 troops on the only way from Taiyuan to Shangdang to strangle the dangerous areas, so as to prevent Taiyuan County from sending troops to rescue Shangdang.

As soon as he thought of this, he saw more than [-] troops galloping out of the Wuhuan camp under the city, heading straight for Taiyuan.

It seems that they are armed on the way.

That's right, the hero sees the same thing. Cheng Yuanzhi nodded secretly, and continued to think about the areas where Wuhuan's strategy could be improved from the standpoint of Nanlou.

Shangdang is connected to Hedong in the southwest, but the road is extremely difficult, and it is connected to Hanoi in the south, which is the only way to go south.To the east is the majestic Taihang Mountain - not far from the base camp of the Black Mountain Army.

The [-] cavalry guarding Huguan have blocked the possible way out of the Montenegrin army.

Therefore, to be on the safe side, it is also necessary to send [-] cavalry to guard against Hanoi in the south.

There is no other reason. The prefect of Hanoi is Zhu Jun, and the prefect of Hedong is Dong Zhuo.

Dong Zhuo went to Guanzhong to quell the rebellion, leaving his son-in-law Niu Fu behind in Hedong.However, Niu Fu had few soldiers and could not take care of himself, but Zhu Jun had to defend himself.

The year before last, because of his meritorious service in the crusade against the Yellow Turbans, Zhu Jun came to pay homage to General Youqiu, and was granted the title of Marquis of Qiantang. Later, he became the prefect of Hanoi, leading [-] troops to guard Hanoi to prevent the Black Mountain Army.

Later, the Montenegrin Army was ordered by the imperial court, but Zhu Jun stayed in Hanoi.

However, no cavalry came out of the Wuhuan formation.

So Cheng Yuanzhi knew that Nanlou didn't take Zhu Jun seriously at all, or he simply didn't think Zhu Jun was anything to worry about.

From this point of view, Zhu Jun will most likely be the winner of this war.

As early as ten days ago, in the name of Zhang Yang, he had already sent a revised letter to Hanoi, briefing Zhu Jun that if Wuhuan came to attack the Shangdang, he would be asked to stand still for the time being and prepare the army to wait for the right time.

At the same time, Cheng Yuanzhi sent someone to the Heishan army camp to contact Zhang Yan and give him the kit.

In the past two years, wars have continued in various places. The population of the Montenegrin Army has reached more than 40, and most of them are struggling to live below the starvation line.

Therefore, the Montenegrin Army can only bring in at most [-] to [-] elite soldiers this time.

that's enough!
Using his body as bait this time, Cheng Yuanzhi made up his mind to make the Wuhuan people come and go.

But Zhang Yang didn't quite understand why the commander-in-chief refused Zhu Jun's rescue, and had to wait for the right time.

He struggled for a long time, and couldn't hold it anymore, so he wondered: "Commander, we have bows but no arrows, so it's hard to stand for a long time, why don't you let Zhu Jun send troops immediately?"

Cheng Yuanzhi smiled slightly: "The secret must not be revealed."

"Then what should I do if the bow and arrow are in short supply?"

"I have a plan."

Zhang Yang's eyes lit up: "What's the trick?"

Cheng Yuanzhi thought for a while, and asked an unexpected answer: "Uncle Zhi, do you know that besides defending the city, there are other ways for the defenders to cause headaches for the enemy?"

Zhang Yang scratched his head and thought for a while, then suddenly popped out two words: "Night attack?"

"That's right!" Cheng Yuanzhi smiled happily: "It's a night attack."

Hearing that it was a night attack, Zhang Yang immediately became interested, and Sugai also came over.

Cheng Yuanzhi glanced at the two of them: "It depends on you two tonight."

"Just the two of us?"

Zhang Yang's face turned pale with shock, his forehead was instantly covered with sweat, he cupped his hands and said, "If the commander-in-chief wants to kill me, please do it, I will never resist, why use Wuhuan's hand..."

Cheng Yuanzhi was puzzled, "Why should I kill you?"

"I mean, tonight you and Sugei will lead eight hundred archers to attack the camp."

It turned out to be like this...

Zhang Yang wiped the sweat off his forehead and heaved a sigh of relief.

Dashuai is really, half-speaking, it scares me to death.

Unlike Zhang Yang's fuss, Sugai was calm from beginning to end.

"Aren't you afraid?" Cheng Yuanzhi asked him.

Sugai shook his head: "I'm not afraid."

For a man who killed a tiger at the age of 12, there is really nothing to be afraid of.

Cheng Yuanzhi patted him on the shoulder in relief, turned around and went down the tower.

Although a night rocket attack was planned, it was a pity that there were no rockets in Shangdang City.

There is no other reason, the rocket has not been invented yet.

Before grease and turpentine were used in rockets on a large scale, the standard configuration of rockets was usually to wrap the arrows with tarpaulins.

It's unbearable to look at.

The range of such arrows is extremely short, not to mention hurting people and barely setting fire to them.

The turpentine grease is very light when applied to the arrow shaft, and does not affect the lethality, let alone the range.

But the popularity of such rockets is hundreds of years later.

The first recorded rocket in history should be the Chencang Defense Battle 40 years later. It was first invented by Hao Zhaojun and used to deal with Zhuge Liang's siege.

Moreover, the rockets used by Hao Zhao at that time were extremely crude, had a very short range, and could only be used to defend the city.

However, a mere rocket can't trouble Cheng Yuanzhi.

Another problem is very difficult. There are only 3000 archers in Shangdang County and only [-] sharpshooters.

For defending the city, there are too few shooters.

Cheng Yuanzhi divided the idle soldiers into two groups. One group of soldiers soaked the arrows evenly in viscous black water, then took them out and dried them to make black water rockets.

Black water, also known as crude oil in later generations, contains many impurities and is extremely viscous, but it is very flammable.

Cheng Yuanzhi felt that the burning performance of arrows soaked in black water was even higher than that of grease arrows.

Another group of soldiers, together with the people of the whole city, stepped up to make scarecrows.

In one day's work, the soldiers had already painted all [-] arrows and dried them.

Scarecrows also made thousands of them, and they were firmly tied.

On the first day, the Wuhuan people who came from afar did not attack the city.

The sky gradually darkened.

Eight hundred archers carried arrow pots on their backs.Each of them carried a bow and three arrows, with ropes tied around their waists, and gathered at the head of the city, ready to fight.

After all, they were going to attack at night, and the Wuhuan camp under the city was only two arrows away from the city. They had to run for a while when they got down from the city, so they could shoot arrows tens of meters away.

They only have three chances to shoot arrows.

If it is delayed for a long time, the Wuhuan people will kill them, and they will be in danger.

When it was completely dark and Zhang Yang and Su Gai came to the tower, they saw eight hundred sharpshooter soldiers ready to go.

"Commander, I'm ready."

The two cupped their hands, indicating that they were ready to leave at any time.

"set off!"

Cheng Yuanzhi waved his hand confidently, and the eight hundred soldiers slid down the city wall.

The Wuhuan military camp was stationed not far from the eldest son's city, and the camp seemed disorganized, but in fact it was hiding secrets.

The camp of 7 people spread out, and it was so dense that one could not see it at a glance. Especially in the dark night, it brought endless pressure and reverie.

If you are a timid soldier, your legs will become weak after entering the city. Fortunately, these [-] sharpshooters are all tough guys, not a single softie.

Cheng Yuanzhi looked at the sky, it was about seven or eight o'clock at night.

There were bonfires in the Wuhuan camp, and it was very lively.

The guard soldiers rode horses and patrolled around the camp.

It is said to be a camp, but in fact, a piece of wood was horizontally placed around it, encircling a huge cattle pen-like site, with long poles of wood used to tie horses erected everywhere.

Only the place where fodder and food are stored, a symbolic camp was built to shelter from wind and rain.

But these two places are at the back of the Wuhuan camp, and it is impossible for eight hundred sharpshooters to sneak attack.

Under the night, a Wuhuan patrol soldier poked his companion who was peeing with his finger, and asked a little strangely:

"Hey, do you see a lot of people coming over there?"

The companion didn't look up and said: "Don't be surprised, how dare they..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt the finger on his waist stab himself several times quickly.

Poke hard...

Then he realized something was wrong.

I didn't care to look at it carefully, so I opened my throat to warn.

But it's too late.

Because in his line of sight, flames appeared all over the sky, flying into the barracks, and igniting everything that could be ignited around.

(End of this chapter)