[The five thousand words chapter is considered to be two updates, and the number of words not enough will be added later.]

When Han Zhong got up, Qin Wan had just closed her eyes.

Last night, he only slept for half an hour, but it still added up.

Now Qin Wan is sleeping like a needle whenever he finds a little bit of space. He closes his eyes. Maybe the next minute he will be woken up by the attack of the Liao people, but at this minute now, he still has to sleep well.

From the moment the Liao lord rewarded the army, the Liao army's offensive suddenly increased several times.

In one day and one night, tens of thousands of coolies worked day and night, with the scorching sun above their heads and the moon on their heads. The tunnel was long and widened rapidly, and finally surrounded Tianmen Village.

Standing on the top of the city and looking at a large net composed of tunnels that put the Tianmen Village in the center, Qin Wan couldn't help but think that steel is really a good thing.

Without thousands of shovels and shovels, the Liao people who were not good at fortifications would not have surrounded Tianmen Village so quickly.

The Liao people also learned to use all the useful things, including the bricks, stones, woods and railway tracks connecting Song and Liao under the city.

The Liao people took the bullets from the city and removed all the railway tracks and used them in the tunnel.

The artillery in Tianmen Village fires hundreds of shells every hour, most of which will hit the ground, and there will be people and horses hitting the land. At the landing point of the shell, there will be basically no sound - animals hit by shells will generally not have time to make one or a few screams, and they will usually die immediately; when hitting the ground, there will only be a muffled sound, directly covering the aftermath of the roar of the artillery.

Only occasionally, after the shells land, there will be a loud sound like a bell ringing, which is the sound of the shells hitting the rails.

Hundreds of railway tracks were built at the top of the tunnel, some were covered with soil, while others did not, and the tunnels sealed by these railway tracks became the safest hiding place.

Which one will be broken when the sharpest spear is against the strongest shield?

Yesterday during the day, I just saw the Liao people erecting the railway tracks on the tunnel. Qin Wan once asked Wen Jia jokingly.

Wen Jiaze replied boredly that the railway tracks were not used as shields.

Now, no matter how many shells are left, there is no way to deal with the rails. Qin Wan can't make a joke, so she can only stare at her.

The shells in the city were fired a lot of them day and night, and the number of people hitting Liao people was also quite large, but they were all coolies, which could be said to have wasted a lot of ammunition.

But if you say you don’t attack these coolies, the trouble they bring to the city will not be solved even if you spend twice the shells.

The artillery was firing continuously for a moment, and the inventory of ammunition was decreasing little by little, while the distance between the Liao people and Tianmen Village was also gradually getting closer.

Qin Wan could only keep herself awake for more time, so as not to be sleepy when the Liao people suddenly rushed up.

"Maintain!" A scream rang in his ears.

He sighed inwardly, Qin Wan opened her eyes, "What's wrong?"

"The Liao people are setting up artillery positions again." The personal soldiers pointed at the distance.

"Hasn't it been several times?" Qin Wan said, holding up the telescope and looking over.

“This time it’s different.”

Don’t say that Qin Wan has seen it, it’s really different.

Perhaps they tasted the sweetness in the tunnel, and the Liao people began to use rails as shields for artillery, buried the rails half in the ground, forming a semicircle, and perhaps there was soil behind them, and a little sign could be seen, leaving only a gap for the gun barrel to penetrate.

Qin Wan glanced at it twice, threw the telescope over, and looked at it disdainfully, "If you have any writing to deal with such a small matter, there is no need to panic."

The personal soldiers took the glasses, but they were still anxious and wanted to speak but stopped.

"What are you afraid of?" Qin Wan said, "I don't believe me anymore? Luck is with us."

Luck is vague, if you can rely on it? But since Qin Wan said that, it is no longer possible for the personal soldiers to worry about anything else.

But if Qin Wan really wants to say that he thinks that there is indeed luck in Tianmen Village.

These days, the artillery in Tianmen Village has almost never stopped. Every minute, the sound of artillery sounds, and the firing rate is far greater than that of the Liao army outside the city.

But what surprised Qin Wan was that despite the high firing frequency, none of the hundreds of artillery could explode.

Qin Wan was amazed in front of Wen Jia. It was not Wen Jia's calculations, but it was difficult to block the frequency and safety limit of the cannon so accurately. However, after Wen Jia was praised, he did not get any lust. Instead, he said it was luck.

‘If you really want to say that you have any luck, it must be Brother Wen, you have arrived in Tianmen Village.’

Qin Wan praised Wen Jia half-jokingly, but he also believed Wen Jia's words. He had used artillery for many years and had 180 artillery pieces under his command, so Qin Wan also had some understanding of artillery.

More than 100 cannons were fired hundreds of times each, but no loss has been made yet. It can be attributed to unpredictable luck.

……………………

In the cannon.

With a loud bang, a 40 howitzer suddenly paused back, pulling the two ropes that half fixed it to the gun position, making a squeaking sound on the posts of the tether, and the strong white smoke spread out from the gun mouth at the same time.

The shells came out of the chamber and flew toward the target in the distance.

Wen Jia and the gun team were holding telescopes, swinging away the smoke, and observing the position of the shells without blinking.

"well."

A sigh of regret proves the gunner's regret for the loss of the shell.

Wen Jiahe chuckled, "Count his luck." She patted the gunner's back, "It's okay."

The members of the gun team all came up, cooled down, cleaned the chamber, reset, and prepared the shells and medicine packs again.

Wen Jia did not interrupt the gun crew's actions. He leaned back against the wall, half-closed his eyes, and fought for a minute and second rest time.

His body was covered with ashes and there was no time to clean it up.

In the past two days, almost every moment, Wen Jia was in one of the several cannon towers in Tianmen Village, or on the way to the cannon towers.

But Wen Jia felt that his life was very fulfilling, and he could be with his favorite firearm once every day. Compared to picking up his comrades and secretly reporting to Kaifeng Metropolitan Hall, Wen Jia prefers the simple and fulfilling life now.

As long as he thinks about how to hit the enemy outside the city, he doesn't think about anything else. This makes Wen Jia, who is already suffering from intrigue, even more unwilling to be his own way of taking on it.

Wen Jia didn't know how long he could live here, so he could only try to help Tianmen Village and survive this war as much as possible.

Soon, the 40 howitzer gun crew was ready for the second filling. The gunman was very proud to report to Wen Jia and prepare for the preparation.

But Wen Jia did not immediately give the order. He pulled the cannon leader and pointed carefully, "Did you see, there is still residual heat in the muzzle... Don't try it with your hands, dip the drill into water... You heard the sound? The smoke here also proves how high the temperature in the barrel is. Now pouring the gunpowder into it, it is likely to burn immediately. Do you understand? This 40 cannon must be colder to use. If it is very urgent, use water to cool it. I won't say which side to start first. You know, we have time now and don't need to cool it with water, so that it will cool down naturally."

Wen Jia's opportunity education, the gunman nodded repeatedly when he heard it, so that he understood when the 40 gun was best fired.

Turning around, Wen Jia commanded another gun group in the same cannon base, and fired the cannons that had been loaded with bullets, aimed at the target, and immediately fired them out.

The command of the artillery tower followed Wen Jia. Wen Jia has been teaching the artillery commander and deputy commander how to reasonably allocate the firing speed of more than a dozen artillery guns up and down the artillery tower to ensure the stability of the overall firing frequency of the artillery tower.

The cannon leader and the sightseeing hand also learned more systematically from Wen Jia how to calculate the distance of the enemy, how to calculate the wind speed and altitude difference, and calculate the shooting elements together with the numbers given in the artillery manual.

The gunners learned the process principles of preparing artillery, the cleaner, the loader, and the bomb sender, and all learned in-depth professional skills in their positions, how to cooperate with the gunner and protect the safety of the artillery.

Wen Jia spoke for two days and his voice was hoarse. His knowledge and talent also made the artillery soldiers in the village convinced him.

Wen Jia is now very pleased that the artillery officers and soldiers in Tianmen Village are studying seriously. Their level is also obviously improving.

The thousands of artillery soldiers in Tianmen Village, with their launch volume these days, were enough to find a good position in Shenji Camp with higher salaries after the war.

It’s Shenji Camp. You may have so much practice in a year, but you will never feel the tension and urgency of war.

Nervousness is not a bad thing. When I was still in martial arts, before every monthly exam, Wen Jia and his classmates would study at night, and the classroom and dormitory were filled with a tense atmosphere. The teachers and teachers in martial arts always scolded them, saying that they did not burn incense on weekdays and crammed for the moment. But this time, crammed for the moment is always the fastest time.

The enemy is outside and he is trapped in the city. If he wants to save his life, he must learn artillery skills well. How can the artillery soldiers in the city not study hard?

"Stroll!"

Wen Jia looked up when she heard the sound, and a sightseeing hand held a telescope and pointed it at him, "Look at that side."

Qin Wan saw the same artillery position, and Wen Jiayu also saw it.

Seeing the Liao people erecting the rails and piercing them into the ground, a group of artillery soldiers gritted their teeth and cursed the Liao dogs. But they became anxious. Once the Liao people confirmed that the means of protecting the artillery with the rails was effective, they could transport the artillery to the bottom of the nose of Tianmen Village and shoot the city walls at the nearest point.

Wen Jia was not anxious or angry, and pointed, "Change the position and aim it at the person, not the cannon. Those rails can only protect the cannon, but the person does not."

Under the cannon guns in Tianmenzhai located at a high place, if the Liao people want to protect the gunners, they must at least double the rail shield if they want to double the gunners.

When an artillery sent the shells to the newly established position and accurately drove a Liao army gunner into several pieces, Wen Jia said to the artillery, "You must remember that artillery is dead objects, they are just iron, not worth much, and talent is the most precious. Cannons who can use artillery skillfully are much more valuable than a cannon. Don't think I'm talking nonsense, 'You must know that people are expensive but things are cheap'. This is what Mr. Han said."

In the cannon, I felt a rare quiet and I was listening to Wen Jia's words.

"The Liao people have not trained artillery soldiers. In the past few days, the number of shells that can hit the city walls has become less and less in proportion. You have also heard of the number of blow-ups...how many?"

Amid a chuckle, Wen Jia said again, "Also, the rails are indeed strong and can withstand the crushing of tens of thousands of kilograms of carriages, but this sturdiness is limited. The rails on the tunnel can block the shells because the shells only fall down, and the forward rushing force has not been released on the rails. Now the rails are blocking the shells... You can try it and see what will happen."

The artillerymen started to act quickly. They couldn't wait to prove that Wen Jia said that the three artillery was ready at the same time, all of which were 40 howitzers, and only the shells were more than 20 kilograms.

Boom, Boom, Boom, three cannons were fired one after another, and gunpowder filled the cannon base, and it was impossible to see clearly what was outside.

But a few seconds later, a loud clang sound came, proving that one of the shells that had swept into the air had accurately hit one of the rails.

"Look at what's going on?" Wen Jia's calm voice came from the gradually dissipating smoke.

"It's broken! It's broken! It's hitting Liao Gou!" The soldier responsible for observing the results of the war screamed excitedly at the top of the cannon.

The smoke of gunpowder gradually dissipated, and the artillery soldiers also saw their achievements. They were originally neatly arranged in an arc of rails, one of which was cut in the middle, and the half of which fell backwards and hit a man. The artillery group behind them was in chaos.

"See it, you are artillerymen, nothing can stand in front of you."

Wen Jia encouraged his students and came to Qin Wan later.

Seeing Qin Wan, all the relaxed smile on Wen Jia's face disappeared and his expression became serious. Qin Wan is not the artilleryman below, so he does not need deliberate encouragement, just tell the truth.

He sighed to Qin Wan, "There are no fewer artillery and no fewer soldiers. The Liao Lord must have sent reinforcements from the middle school."

"It can be seen that many people in Liao died." Qin Wan could always find an explanation from a better perspective. "There are not many soldiers and horses around the Lord of Liao, so people must be transferred."
To be continued...