No matter what Master Zheng's plan is, Hong Dashou and the other three will not mind the rice balls delivered to their door.

It seems that something was done this afternoon. The rice balls distributed were one extra for each person.

This seems a bit strange to the bandit soldiers who are probably a little nervous about food.

The people in the fence didn't care about the dirt on their hands, so they picked up the rice balls and gnawed them. The content of the rice balls was very complicated, which fit the status of a thief with no logistics.

There is not only rice, but also beans, buckwheat, as well as barnyard millet and bran. Anyway, it is about a big pot of rice, steamed casually, and then blended together casually.

Hong Dashou felt his throat growl after eating it. Tares can represent both wild rice and rice with incomplete grains. This kind of thing does not need to be shelled, and is put directly into the pot without any processing.

, it’s really hard to swallow.

But everyone, including the Han brothers, ate it with gusto. It was obvious that they fully accepted this kind of food, and it was most likely just food for daily consumption.

From this point of view, after all, Hong Dashou was born in a yangban and was in the exploiting class. At least he had been eating brown rice all his life. Even if he was in trouble, he could still eat soba noodles. In this regard, his life was far happier than that of ordinary people.

Han Sanshi had a big appetite, so he finished the two rice balls in just three strokes, five divided by two. The salty porridge in the morning had been completely digested by many twists and turns, and now the two multigrain rice balls were put down to give him a cushion.

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Looking at the remaining rice ball in his hand, Hong Dashou broke off half of it and handed it to Han Sanshi without hesitation. Anyway, Hong Dashou's appetite was not too large, and one and a half rice balls were enough.

"Brother, are you done?" Han Sanshi felt embarrassed.

"It's not like you haven't seen how much I eat. Take it quickly." Hong Dashou stuffed half a rice ball into someone's hand.

Seeing this, Han Sanshi no longer refused, and swallowed the rice ball in three or five mouthfuls.

After all, he had eaten enough and his energy had recovered a lot. Hong Dashou pretended to wander around unintentionally and walked around the fence.

Of course, you can see everything inside the fence. Apart from dozens of men, there is only a drinking water trough for livestock. There is nothing else, not even a stack of straw.

The surrounding fences are in roughly the same condition, with many strong men standing or sitting. A little further away, you can vaguely hear some knocking sounds.

It was probably the place where the thieves were expected to build siege equipment. You could indeed see people coming and going. There were also vehicles carrying things there, quite frequently.

An hour after lunch, Hong Dashou finally saw what they were building. Two high carts were set up. They were probably used as roadside carts to attack the guards on the city wall.

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As for the rest, Hong Dashou really couldn't see clearly. But thinking about it, it should be almost ready. It has already been assembled and can be used immediately.

Not only could Hong Dashou see it clearly, but also the officers and soldiers above and below the city could see it clearly. The two high chariots were at least six meters tall and could completely tower over the city wall of Ruixing City.

The golden drums were beating loudly on the city, and the flags were fluttering. It seemed that the city wall facing the high chariot was being strengthened.

The city was terrified, but Master Zheng was not in a hurry. He seemed to be sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai. He brought out the siege equipment, but was not prepared to use them.

The officers and soldiers on the city were wasted, waiting for the passage of time.

When it got dark, Master Zheng’s plan was finally revealed. He was going to launch an attack overnight!

Most of the equipment was completely motionless and the young men were driven out. Only four carts were pushed to fill the moat under Ruixing City.

The three of them, Hong Dashou, were naturally among those being driven, but they were very lucky and were not forced to push the cart. Instead, they were each carrying a big straw bag filled with soil.

The task is to follow Haoche, and after Haoche is pushed into the moat, they rush up to fill up the area around Haoche, filling in the annoying moat for the subsequent attacking troops.

There is nothing to say. Of course, many people are not willing to fill the ditches, but the thieves put their big white blades behind their backs. If you fill the ditches, you may die. If you don't fill the ditches, you will die now.

Having no choice but to do so, the hundred or so unlucky ones pushed the cart forward. The cart was very crude, with a total of six wheels, all of which were disassembled and assembled from other ox carts and carriages.

The frame and roof of the cart are still very strong and are made of thick wood. However, there is still no way to completely cover the strong men pushing the cart, and there are always one or two people exposed.

The various copper and iron cannons in the city are very pitiful. Really none of them can still fire. A hundred years have passed since Wen Tian and Wu Xi. How can any official still remember to maintain these cannons?

Otherwise, if the cannon fires a shot at the Hao Che, that kind of solid bullet will definitely hit a hole in the simple Hao Che.

But it didn't happen. It wasn't until the car was almost approaching the moat that the city's long-distance call finally came.

Mainly the matchlocks, not too many archers. The gunshots of the matchlocks kept firing. However, the damage to the Haoche was really not great. There were no effective countermeasures against the Haoche below the city.

The four chariots went smoothly and were all pushed into the moat. But the trouble for those strong men was about to begin. Without the cover of the chariots, the hit rate of the matchlock guns on the city was greatly improved.

The strong men ran back, and no one on the bandit side cared about their life or death. The bandit soldiers supervising the battle didn't waste any time. With a slash of their blades, they forced the remaining strong men to run up and throw straw bags.

There is absolutely no possibility of escaping at this time. Whether you want it or not, you have to send it forward.

Hong Dashou ran away with a straw bag on his back and his head covered. He did not dare to raise his head and look around for fear of being called out if he took one more look.

After a near-miss, he collapsed on the muddy ground and looked around. He didn't see any of the Han brothers, and he didn't know where they were separated.

About three to four thousand strong men were forced to fill the ditch. Due to the large number of people, they did not rush forward in one go. Instead, five to six hundred men were sent forward one by one.

Hong Dashou estimated that if only four lanes were filled in, it would be enough for all the strong men to throw away their rice bags.

But Divine Master Zheng saw that the officers and soldiers on the city were wasting precious gunpowder wantonly and aimlessly shooting at the strong men filling the ditch below the city.

In order to continue to consume the gunpowder on the city despite the fact that four siege roads had been filled in, he ordered the strong men to throw straw bags without hesitation. It didn't matter if they didn't even have straw bags, they just ran down the city. He didn't care whether they died or not.

As long as the city keeps firing, Master Zheng will succeed.

White face, black heart, no mercy!
Chapter completed!