After a short rest, although Shuozhou City has not fully recovered its vitality, the previous atmosphere of dying despair has been replaced by suppressed and ready-to-go spirit.
Han Zhong's health was still not good, but his eyes were surprisingly bright.
After receiving the order from Zhao Muyun in Yanzhou, he immediately summoned generals including Wang Tiezhu, Wu Shangzhi, Xi Sheng, Guo Luo, Zhong Meng, and Shi Yong.
"Tou Zhao has issued an order! It's time to make sure that old Wuliangha can't sleep peacefully!"
Han Zhong pointed at Wuzhou City on the map, "Target, Wuzhou Tatar camp! But we won't attack them by force, we'll harass them and tire them out!"
"It's like a pack of wolves biting their prey. They don't expect to kill it with one bite, but they want to make it bleed continuously and never rest in peace!"
Zhong Meng's eyes flashed: "Sima Han, please let me go!"
The death of Zhong Dahu left him with an indelible grief, and only the head of the Tartar could comfort Zhong Dahu's soul in heaven.
Wu Shangzhi rubbed his hands together, "The guys in the cavalry camp have been itching to do it!"
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"Okay, this time, the Cavalry Battalion and Shuozhou Zhechongfu will each form ten teams to carry out the operation!"
"Tell them clearly that they must remember the sixteen-word mantra that Zhao Tou spoke during the first military training class." Han Zhong made the final decision.
That night, several elite Shuozhou teams sneaked out of the city like ghosts and disappeared into the night.
They no longer wore conspicuous military uniforms, but instead changed into colorful clothes that were easy to camouflage. They no longer carried spears and swords, but strong bows, powerful crossbows, poisonous arrows, and caltrops.
In addition, there are a small number of improved and more powerful thunder bombs that have just been delivered from Yanzhou.
At the same time, Weizhou Duwei Lin Feng and Yinzhou Duwei Tian Qing also formed small teams and began to launch surprise attacks on the opposing Loufan Wang and Timur tribes.
In the following days, the Tartars in the three states of Wei, Yin and Shuo began to have bad luck.
Grain transport teams often encountered hidden arrows and traps in remote areas, resulting in heavy casualties and grain carts being burned.
Small patrols often never returned, and their bodies, when discovered, were often riddled with arrows or blown beyond recognition.
At night, the camp was often harassed by rockets fired from afar. Although it did not cause major casualties, it made the Tatars extremely nervous and unable to sleep.
Even the Shuozhou army had approached the city of Wu Zhou and dropped a few thunder bombs into it. Although they did not blow down the city walls, they still caused chaos in the city.
Wuliangha was furious.
King Loufan and Timur also sent letters asking for help. They were also harassed and suffered heavy losses.
Wuliangha crumpled the letter into a ball in frustration.
The harassment from the Shuozhou army made him feel as uncomfortable as psoriasis.
He originally wanted to stabilize the front line, let the entire army rest, and wait and see the movements of Zuo Xian Wang and King Jin in the south before making plans.
King Zuo Xian had already reached the capital, but he was still stopped in Shuozhou.
The Right Wise King had already failed in this competition, so he could only compromise and let the Wuliangha take over the entire northern part of Hedong Road as soon as possible to expand the territory of Beidi.
Wuliangha swallowed his anger and planned a new round of battle in Shuozhou.
However, no one expected that the "dying" Shuozhou would dare to take the initiative to attack, and the means were so cunning and disgusting.
He sent troops out of the city to clear out the rebellion, but the Shuozhou army refused to engage in direct combat with them.
Instead, they took advantage of their familiarity with the terrain, struck and then fled, escaping into the mountains and forests, leaving the Tartars' fists to hit nothing and waste their energy.
Once the Tartars retreated, they would come out again to harass them, causing them great annoyance.
"Just wait, I'll make you pay the price!"
The Wuliangha gritted their teeth but could do nothing but speed up the deployment of a new round of war.
"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness Prince Zuo Xian has sent someone to ask again when we can withdraw troops to the south to jointly wipe out Prince Jin's army?" a general asked cautiously.
"Going south?"
Wuliangha snorted in annoyance, "Don't you see that vicious dog from Shuozhou is still watching you?"
"If I hadn't been here, our right wing would have collapsed!"
"I will personally write back to Prince Zuo Xian. How can the cunning Prince Jin be so easily dealt with?"
He actually has his own plans.
Prince Zuo Xian seemed to be doing well in the capital, having signed that crappy peace treaty, but he also became the target of public criticism.
Although his Wuliangha suffered heavy casualties, if he could firmly hold the line of Weizhou-Wuzhou City-Yinzhou, he could advance and observe the chaos in the Central Plains, or retreat and connect with the grassland royal court. This might not be a wrong path.
Why bother to help Zuo Xianwang to take chestnuts out of the fire?
The Tatars are not united internally.
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Yanzhou Valley.
Bang!
A slightly dull but powerful explosion sounded at the valley test site.
When the smoke and dust cleared, a thick wooden target was blown to pieces.
Lu Zhizi ignored the smoke and dust and rushed to the explosion site. He carefully pulled out a few twisted pieces of cast iron fragments and carefully examined the broken ends.
"Sir! Look!"
His voice was filled with suppressed excitement as he handed a piece of the fragment to Zhao Muyun, "This time it worked!"
"The thickness is uniform, the explosion is regular, and there are enough fragments. The power is more than twice that of a ceramic mine."
Zhao Muyun took the still warm iron sheet and examined it carefully.
The fracture is fresh and the thickness is indeed much more uniform than before, indicating that a key breakthrough has been made in the casting process.
"How much charge did you try?" Zhao Muyun asked.
"Just like you said, we'll try starting with the smallest amount and working our way up. This was only half of the maximum safe charge! If it were fully loaded, the power would be even greater!"
A fireworks craftsman who was responsible for recording data nearby quickly replied.
"Where's the fuse?"
"I used a new slow-burning wick and tried it ten times. Nine times it worked. It's much more stable than before."
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