The Jin army besieged the city, and the Song emperor’s daughter died

Just when the Jin Army's light artillery chariots retreated and adjusted, they were preparing to bombard the head of Wengcheng again.

The military officers of the Song Academy of Sciences have already calculated the angle of the Dongfeng Cannon and the distance of the ballistic projection.

Of course, these calculations are not accurate. Although the weight of the projectiles is probably about the same, even Shen Qiong cannot figure out how to calculate the initial velocity, and Zhao Fujin is even more confused.

We can only make a rough estimate and make simple calculations based on the simple mechanics and mathematical formulas in the nine-year compulsory education.

But even so, it is much more accurate than what can be obtained through experience.

Just when the Jin army's light artillery array was about to arrive, there was another loud noise from the top of Wengcheng.

This time there were no solid bullets, just blooming bullets.

In just one round, seventy-eight percent of the Jin Army's light artillery vehicles were damaged. Although the remaining ones could not be exploded, the gunners were already heartbroken and fled in all directions.

Wanyan Zonghan's newly ignited fighting spirit was extinguished once again.

"There's no way to fight, there's no way to fight!" Wanyan Zonghan muttered in his heart, and then he seemed to understand the reason for the second prince's passive fighting: the second prince should have known for a long time that the Song army was equipped with such firearms, and even used them during the first battle of Kaifeng. Got it, but why didn't he say it?

There is only one answer, and that is that the second prince has been connected with the Song Dynasty people!

Wanyan Zonghan was furious and wished he could kill the second prince now.

At this time, Wanyan Zonghan had already begun to think about retreating. If he could not conquer the city, he could still withdraw his troops. Is it possible that the Song Dynasty's firearms could move faster than war horses?
But retreat now...

Wanyan Zonghan was unwilling to give in. He could even imagine what kind of situation he would face after returning to Huining Mansion after losing this battle.

Even if everything was put on the second prince's head, he was really defeated.

If a general who was proud of his military exploits lost his troops and lost his generals to the Song people who were as weak as chickens in the eyes of the Jin court, then his prestige, power, and everything else in the court would be gone.

What worried him even more was that if these magical weapons were told to Wanyan Sheng and the ministers of the Liao Kingdom who had been friends with the Song Dynasty for hundreds of years, would they believe it?
Wanyan Zonghan recommended it to others. If he had not seen it with his own eyes and someone told him about the thunderbolts of the Song Dynasty, he might still believe it. After all, this thing is like an enhanced version of firecrackers, but if someone tells him about the kind of firearms on the top of Wengcheng City, , he would never believe it.

If there were such firearms, the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun and the land of Xixia would have been captured by the Song people long ago!
"Could it be that... this thing cannot be moved? It cannot be used in the field?" This is the explanation that Wanyan Zonghan thinks is the most reasonable.

"How about... try again?" Wanyan Zonghan was still unwilling to give in. At least at this moment, the heavy artillery array was still bombarding the Nanxunmen city wall. The infantry troops from the East Route Army had arrived one after another, and Wanyan Lou's room had not yet arrived. They were hit by firearms and had wandered around to gather near Nanxunmen.

Sure enough, the Song army only fired one round, and there was no more roar of firearms.

It’s not that the Song army didn’t shoot, it’s that it was gone!Not a single one is gone!

Zhao Fujin looked at the empty ammunition box and called Li Bangyan: "Let's take the next step. I hope Wanyan Zonghan and Wanyan Zongwang are not scared away."

Li Bangyan threw out four commanding flags: "Order Yue Fei of Tongjin Gate, Han Shizhong of Xishui Gate, Gao Chong, and Guo Yaoshi of Suanzao Gate to lead their troops and horses to go out of the city at the agreed time to encircle and annihilate the main force of the Jin Army!"

The four flags were taken away by the ordering soldiers and they quickly ran towards the city gates.

After Li Bangyan gave the command, he bowed to Zhao Fujin and saluted: "I'm going to go on an errand too!"

Zhao Fujin looked forward and nodded.

Li Bangyan said a few words to the people accompanying him, and they left quickly.

Not long after, a white flag suddenly hung up on the top of Wengcheng, and then white flags were erected on all four walls. The Song troops defending the city shouted to the city: "The officials of the Song Dynasty are asking for peace talks! The officials of the Song Dynasty are asking for peace talks!" At the gate of Wengcheng, Li Bangyan slowly walked out of the city gate, escorted by a group of forbidden troops.

On the other side of the moat, under the cover of dozens of trench-filling vehicles, craftsmen accompanying the Jin Army were nervously assembling the extended trench bridge. When they saw the Song Army general leaving the city, they all looked up and saw that this man was wide and fat, with a rich face. Just by looking at his demeanor, he could guess that he was a member of the Song Dynasty.

Li Bangyan raised his hands towards the other side of the river and said with a smile: "I, Marshal Li Bangyan of the Song Army, enclose a letter with the arrow. Please be sure to hand it to Marshal Wanyan."

After that, without waiting for a response from the other side, he looked at his entourage. The accompanying general immediately bent his bow and nocked an arrow. With a whoosh, he shot the arrow steadily towards the opposite side and nailed it to the fender of the trench-filling truck.

After a while, when he saw someone sticking his head out and taking away the arrow, Li Bangyan smiled again and said, "It's time to work. You keep busy, keep busy."

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Wanyan Zonghan, who was thinking hard about how to break the city, took the arrow and said with a look of disbelief on his face: "Peace talks?"

The scout replied: "The walls of Kaifeng City are covered with white flags, and the three gates have temporarily ceased fighting."

Wanyan Zonghan thought for a while: "Could it be that I guessed that the firearms were used up?"

While thinking about it, he took off the letterhead from the arrow and unfolded it. He saw that the handwriting was beautiful and the writing was neat. The content was not an official letter of credence, but rather like a daily letter between people in the market: "See the words as they appear, don't talk nonsense, if I wish to have peace talks. In an hour, I will have a detailed talk with the two commanders face to face outside Nanxun Gate."

There is also a portrait in the lower right corner of the letterhead...

Wanyan Zonghan felt that it should be a portrait, but the painting style was a little weird.

The portrait should be a human face, with the eyes and nose of the human face covered by a strange mask. The mask is colorful, red, yellow and blue, with ears sticking out and bent forward, looking like a horn.

There is also a line of small words written under the portrait: "Stop it, Wanyan!"

Wanyan Zonghan thought the portrait was strange and threw it to the well-informed Wanyan Xiyin.

Wanyan Xiyin looked at it and thought for a moment: "Commander, we can talk!"

Wanyan Zonghan was speechless: "I know you can talk about it. I want you to see this portrait, but what kind of witchcraft and curse techniques are there from the Song Dynasty?"

Wanyan Xiyin then looked at it carefully for a moment, and felt that the portrait was strange, especially the mask, which was different from all the Han rituals he had studied. So he quickly drew his sword and risked his life to kill a war horse next to him. There was a cut on the hoof, and he reached out and wiped a handful of blood, then wiped it on Wanyan Zonghan's forehead, and then wiped it on his own forehead.

"The Han people said that black donkey hooves ward off evil spirits. Now that there are no donkeys, the blood of horse hooves can be used to survive. In this way, there is no need to worry about witchcraft and curses."

Wanyan Zonghan thinks Gushen is awesome!

After the incident, Wanyan Zonghan summoned the generals to discuss peace talks.

First of all, Wanyan Zonghan concluded that as long as the officials of the Song Dynasty interviewed them, they could avoid the danger of being bombarded by firearms. The Song army could not be crazy enough to blow up their own officials.

Furthermore, since the talks are outside the Nanxun Gate, the officials of the Song Dynasty should leave the city. As long as they leave the city, the strength and maneuverability of the Jin Army's cavalry are far beyond the Song army. If there is a chance, they can capture the officials of the Song Dynasty. It's not impossible.

Finally, if the outcome of the peace talks is favorable to the Jin Army, this battle will not be considered a defeat.

"There is no chance of claiming vassalage or ceding territory." Wanyan Xiyin said: "But if we can get some firearms and take them back to the craftsmen to imitate them, our trip will be worthwhile. When we have firearms in Daikin, we can break the contract at any time. It would be better if we could ask for some more money to reward the troops. But Marshal, please don’t sit back and raise the price again this time, it’s almost enough.” (End of Chapter)