Tonight, the city of Hangzhou is heavily guarded. On the main road, every ten steps, there is a soldier holding a torch, illuminating the road brightly.

A horse came from the direction of the city gate, and the rapid sound of horse hooves could be heard far away in the dark night.

After a while, the knight rode up on the palace wall in a hanging basket and was brought to Qian Hongchu by the guards.

"Your Majesty, I hope that Li Haoji, the military governor of the Navy, led a surprise attack when the enemy troops landed, but was unfortunately defeated!" The soldier knelt down on the ground and raised the letter in his hand above his head.

"What's the damage in the battle?" Qian Hongchu's heart was in his throat. The defeat was expected. If he won, it would be a victory.

"More than half were damaged, and the general was seriously injured." The person who sent the order was Li Haoji's personal guard. He had personal experience of Jiang'an's tragic defeat.

The arrow that hit Li Haoji penetrated very deep into his flesh. Whether the wound can heal depends on whether it is strong enough.

Qian Hongchu opened the letter and read it carefully, his face getting heavier and heavier.

Li Haoji's letter described the opponent's personnel size, combat configuration, and combat effectiveness in detail. Li Haoji was not one to exaggerate, and Qian Hongchu believed in his words. With 70,000 to 80,000 elites, relying on the tallness and solidity of the Hangzhou city

, originally it would not be a problem to defend him for ten days and a half, but a strange weapon of the other party made him worried.

"That trebuchet, is it really so sharp?" It was the first time that artillery appeared in land battles. For this kind of weapon beyond recognition, Qian Hongchu suddenly felt that the city wall did not seem to be that strong.

"When launched, the sound was like thunder, and the iron ball flew basically straight. The impact was not weaker than that of meteorites, and it was difficult to stop it with human power." I really can't think of how to express the power of the iron balls. Maybe only meteorites

, has such power.

"Come here, send an order to Suzhou and Muzhou to divide their troops and return for reinforcements. Along the way, summon local braves to help in the battle." Qian Hongchu had to face this reality. He did not want to become a prisoner.

Qian Hongchu thought more than once that the South Vietnam Congress would end one day, but it would never be like the current situation. He refused to accept it, and Nan Tang tried to make a dangerous move and asked him to hand over the country. How could he just sit back and wait for death?

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The wind is blowing!

The west wind was slightly cool, and Qian Hongchu wrapped his clothes tightly. Tomorrow he wanted to go to the top of the city to see who was so bold and reckless.

The next day, Qian Hongchu got up very early, and his personal eunuch had already prepared the armor that he often wore when he was young.

The armor that once fit very well now no longer fits so well. Qian Hongchu looked at it carefully in front of the bronze mirror and couldn't help but lament that time flies by.

With a "choking~" sound, the long sword was unsheathed. Although it had not been used for many years, it was wiped frequently, and the blade was still cold.

Putting the long sword into its sheath, Qian Hongchu strode towards the outside of the palace.

Above the city wall, everything was solemn and solemn. Most of the enemy troops had not yet appeared, but there were already several scout teams cruising outside the city.

"Why is this?" Qian Hongchu was also a good soldier. He pointed at the Tang army scout outside the city and asked the guard Mu Zhiyuan.

Although the city gate is closed, it is still possible to send people out of the city. The opponent is not a cavalry, so how can we allow the opponent to come and go as he pleases and damage our own spirit.

"Your Majesty, the general has sent two scout teams, and all of them died in the battle." Mu Zhiyuan looked ashamed. It was not that he was afraid, but that he sent his troops to die in vain. He couldn't do it.

As soon as the first enemy scout team arrived outside the city, he sent out two scout teams to outnumber each other, hoping to give the other party a blow, but in the end he was unable to do so.

"Where is the other party?" Qian Hongchu looked far into the distance, and sure enough he could see the corpses on the ground, which had been piled under a big tree by the enemy.

"The damage is minimal. The opponent has a powerful crossbow with a very long range. Our army can't match it." Mu Zhiyuan could clearly see the small-scale confrontation just now. The opponent's scouts were indeed elite, but they were not bad either.

Mainly because it takes advantage of weapons.

The opponent's crossbow has a range about twenty steps farther than our own, and our scouts are completely in a passive position of being beaten. Even if the longbow has such a range, it cannot break the opponent's defense.

Although our own side outnumbered them, they were unable to withstand the opponent's powerful crossbows. They retreated while fighting, and after a few waves, most of them were lost.

"Is this really true? Send out more scouts, I want to see for myself." Qian Hongchu found it unbelievable. It was just a thundering trebuchet, but how could even ordinary crossbows be so powerful?

Mu Zhiyuan had no choice but to send out five scout teams, which were obviously more numerous than the other party.

The five teams are all equipped with all the equipment, which is the treatment that a scout should have.

As soon as the hanging basket landed, they formed a square formation and advanced towards the enemy troops in front. Mu Zhiyuan specifically told them not to fight independently, but to use their personnel advantages to close the distance between each other.

The ten people at the front all carry arm shields that can cover the whole body, and the remaining forty people have either bows and arrows or crossbows, and are full of long-range attack power.

The five scout teams advanced very quickly, and all of this naturally fell into the eyes of the opposing scouts.

"Old Li, what is the other party doing?" The three scout teams from the Zhongyong Army are all from the most elite group, and they are naturally familiar with each other.

"I guess they want to weigh our worth again. Did you see it? There must be some big shot there."

Lao Li pointed to the top of the city, where there was obviously a person surrounded by people. These dozens of people should be to find out their background. Lao Li and Lao Wei were both scout captains, and the other one who was farther away from them was called Lao Dao.

I used to be a Taoist priest, and I have the most solid skills.

The first group to reach the city was the team led by Lao Dao. They had been beheaded for eleven levels. They had long been hungry. Now that the opportunity has come, how can they let it go?

"How about we all come together? This contribution is not small." Lao Li looked at Lao Wei, and then at Lao Dao in the distance.

Old Wei nodded and made a gesture to the old Taoist in the distance. The old Taoist was naturally happy. The more credit he had, the better. The ratio of the number of people on both sides was not an exaggeration.

In Qian Hongchu's eyes, the Tang army's scouts had a tacit understanding. The scout team at the front quickly retreated, forming a "pin" formation with the other two teams.

No matter which route the South Vietnamese scout team launches an attack, their weaknesses will be exposed to attacks from the other two parties.

In the middle of the Z-shaped team was the team led by Lao Li. Unlike other teams, Lao Li's team brought two shields. Although they were not as large as those used in positional battles, they were more than enough to deal with ordinary bows and arrows.

In order to win this central position, Lao Li asked them to wait for the war to end and treat them to a drink. The crossbow and crossbow arrows in Lao Li's hand had been loaded, and he kept a close eye on the rapidly approaching enemy troops from Wangshan.

"Seventy steps!" Lao Li could already see the lines on the opponent's shield. In another ten steps, he would be within the range of the crossbow.

Just when Lao Li was about to pull the trigger, the opponent stopped, and then left one team behind to confront Lao Li with four shields. The other four teams were divided into two, each carrying three shields, facing both sides.

Advance.

Lao Li felt panicked in his heart. What the hell is this? Typical people are not as good as God.

"Captain, what should we do?" Seeing the enemy soldiers on both sides getting further and further away, they could only watch helplessly as they could easily be turned back if they rushed in rashly.

Gun siege.

"Be prepared. Once the battle breaks out, let's rush forward quickly and head towards Lao Dao." Lao Li looked around. These are all military exploits. Lao Dao has monopolized a batch, so let's grab his head.

The war started when the veteran pulled the trigger. The South Vietnamese scouts who were well prepared used their shields to resist and advanced rapidly.

Faced with such a tortoise-shell posture, the veteran re-strung his strings and gave an order. The entire team quickly dispersed and launched attacks from different angles, making it difficult for them to defend themselves.

While the old man was running, he had been holding the crossbow, suddenly raised it, and instantly pulled the trigger.

A South Vietnamese scout fifty steps away was hit in the neck by an arrow. The rest of Lao Dao's men were also the same, and four of them were taken away in one wave.

The South Vietnamese soldiers also launched a counterattack, but the strength and speed of the attack did not cause any damage.

"Don't be anxious, old man. I'm here, Old Li." Old Li led his subordinates and ran wildly. While running, he shouted loudly to avoid causing confusion among his own people.

The South Vietnamese scouts who were confronting Lao Li were a little confused. There were ten of them and four shields, and they couldn't keep up with the speed. If they abandoned their shields and chased him, it seemed to be no different from giving away their heads. After looking around, they decided to take advantage of Lao Li and lead them to Lao Li.

Wei went there.

The old man kept some distance away, stepped on it with his feet, and quickly reloaded. He glanced at the front and secretly said, "Holy shit."

I saw Lao Li, a bitch like me, with a wave of crossbows under his command, and took away half of the South Vietnamese scouts. Only seven or eight South Vietnamese scouts were still unharmed.

After finishing loading, Lao Dao rushed forward. For the sake of safety, he kept a large distance, almost 80 steps away from the enemy soldiers.

Lao Li, on the other hand, reloaded directly on the spot while staring straight ahead, ready to dodge the crossbow arrows at any time.

With only the last few heads left, the old man increased his speed to the extreme, turned sideways, avoided the opponent's arrows, and finally entered the effective shooting range.

He just aimed at one person, but was overtaken by Lao Li. He cursed secretly and continued to look for the target. He would settle the score with him later.

"Brothers, Lao Wei is in danger, let's go help." Seeing that things were almost done, Lao Li asked Lao Dao and the others to clean up the mess, while he took the lead and took the first step.

This is not nonsense. Old Wei is really in trouble. He was forced to retreat all the way by the opponent. Although the crossbow arrows were sharp, they could not break through the shield.

Instead, the opponent's longbow, with an attack range of up to a hundred steps, kept attacking them.

Qian Hongchu stood at the top of the city and watched with his own eyes as the scouts sent out to the city were ruthlessly harvested. Not only did the opponent's weapons have sharp weapons, but the speed and physical strength of the soldiers were first-rate, and they also cooperated with each other tacitly, so they did not lose unjustly.

"Double pension!" Qian Hongchu looked at the scene in front of him. No one surrendered to survive. He was deeply touched in his heart, but he had nothing to do.

"Your Majesty, here we come!" Mu Zhiyuan pointed to a large flag in the distance, fluttering in the wind, with the word "Sun" written on it.

"It's really him. If I had known this, I shouldn't have worried twice." Qian Hongchu slapped his palm on the wall. When Qian Renjun, the governor of the Zhangwu Army, wanted to send troops into Jianzhou, he was blocked by him.

Rejected.

Thinking about it now, that was the opportunity he had the most chance to prevent all of this from happening, but he missed it in vain.

While Qian Hongchu was sizing up the army in front of him, Sun Yu was riding a fierce fire, standing on a high slope, looking at the top of the city with a telescope.

As the capital of South Vietnam, Hangzhou's city wall has also been rebuilt and is about four feet high. The base of the city wall is five feet wide, and the top of the wall is three feet wide, which can accommodate ten horses running parallel.
Chapter completed!