The news of the birth of artillery spread widely in the imperial city.
Foreign traders also spread the shocking news.
Far away in Koguryo, gaisuwen has smelled a touch of danger.
According to the known news, the artillery still has the power to attack the city and pull out the stronghold. Moreover, the limited range makes the king pay more attention to the city defense again.
The city, which is as solid as gold, seems to be as strong as imagined.
"Herald! Continue to recruit civilian men and strengthen the city!"
"One Zhang is not enough, two Zhang is not enough, two Zhang is not enough, three Zhang! Is it difficult for a mere artillery to break through the three Zhang and four Zhang walls?"
Inadvertently watching the performance of the dancers in the hall, gaisuwen banged on the table and gave an instruction.
The dancers in the hall hurriedly crawled on the ground, saluted in a hurry and withdrew slowly.
Lord Shi''s face was very ugly. With a touch of trembling, he began to play.
"Your Majesty, all the people in the country are soldiers. There is a shortage of labor in the fields, and many good fields are idle. If this goes on, it will be difficult to collect enough military food alone."
"What''s more, those walls are more than ten feet long, and the materials consumed are huge."
"Most of the mud mountain in the West has disappeared. If it goes on like this, it will be empty sooner or later."
Gaisuwen glanced at the ministers with his eyes flashing, and did not take a fancy to Lord Shi.
"What about home when the country is gone?"
"I Koguryo ho ho, 600000 soldiers must gather together!"
"Rob without food! Fight!"
The soldiers in the hall, looking at gaisuwen in anger, went up to the hall and bowed.
"Take orders."
With the order of the dictatorial gaisuwen, the whole Koguryo is boiling again.
Teams of soldiers in armour ran to the streets, trumpeting the king''s decision, and conscription notices were posted on the streets again.
In three days, it was not much, but there were a lot of civilian men who collected together.
The young and healthy civilian men were directly pushed into the military camp and began to carry out assassination and archery training.
As for those old men, they were driven to the Yalu River to build a heavy defense line with the dead prisoners in another section.
According to the meaning of gaisuwen, the Great Wall to be built this time should be built from Fuyu city to the sea land junction on the other side.
The hot sun is burning, and the summer sun is getting stronger and stronger.
The sweating civilian man wiped a handful of sweat beads on his forehead, and his two blood blistered palms were stained with blood.
In the remaining light, the soldier standing on the high platform glanced here. The man frowned, trembled, stretched out his hands covered with mud and blood, and struggled to move the wet mud in the bamboo basket.
Seeing that the soldier looked away, he relieved himself.
"Build a large army and build the Great Wall. Alas! This is really not a human life."
The lame man who walked on his side looked at the soldiers on the stage in fear, and his face was sad.
"Build the Great Wall in the daytime, and go home at night, busy farming and mulberry."
"My mother-in-law has been cooking porridge for three days. My old eye has seen a double shadow."
"You say, why should we bother? I''m afraid these days are more terrible than the subjugation of the country."
Hearing this, the former civilian husband smiled bitterly.
"What''s the fear of subjugation? The ASHNA people are my distant relatives. They once sent a letter inviting me to go. There are flocks of cattle and sheep and grass. I heard that they have used the coal stove they exchanged from the Tang Dynasty."
"One quick honeycomb briquette, five Wen and two buckets of rice money can cook two pots of rice porridge without choking smoke."
"And the warm cotton padded clothes in winter. Now think about it, Tang Hao is not as ferocious as rumored."
In sharp contrast, the lame man''s smile is full of bitterness.
"Now our king is bent on conquering the world, and there will care about our life and death."
"This fortification naturally falls on us. Under the labor in the city, it''s really better to be a subjugated people."
Seeing the wet mud in the bamboo basket, the lame man Nunu''s mouth.
"It''s not just the subjugated people. This life is not even as good as the soil in this mud basket."
"Sheep''s blood egg, we can''t taste it in ordinary times, but it''s not vague when it''s used for bonding with soil."
"Just our bamboo basket, no less than three eggs and half a bowl of sheep''s blood."
When the voice fell, a touch of sadness flashed on the civilian man''s face, which was helpless not only for his own misfortune, but also for the high pressure of the king.
Bang.
The bamboo basket was turned over and buckled on the ground, and the wet mud was piled on the ground in piles.
The man on the other side quickly placed the soil in four frames of grinding tools, tamped it, repaired the corners, and handed it to the taxi behind him.
Soldiers piled up mud bricks one by one and built up branches layer by layer. After forming, such a city wall can really resist the baptism of the stone catapult.
After the delivery of the goods, the civilian husband walked behind him, and a new round of handling work is still waiting for them to complete.
"I heard that the Tang Dynasty created a powerful gun that can move mountains and fill the sea. I don''t know whether our city wall can resist it."
The figure beside him smiled bitterly.
"Resist? How?"
"Our country is just a small place. I heard that the artillery can attack, hundreds of steps and thousands of steps. In front of us, the Great Wall is only blocked for a moment."
"It''s hard to really block Datang''s army."
A sad feeling filled my heart inexplicably, and the civilian husband sighed.
"Hey, let''s go to heaven."