Take the warehouse back to the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 7
The sun had completely set on the western mountain, and the sky darkened quickly. A gust of cold wind blew by. Zhao Wen sneezed and shivered all over.

"Brother Zhao, don't worry, the fire will be on fire soon." Song Hu was holding a fire scythe, half kneeling on the ground, rubbing it non-stop.

Sparks splashed on the dry firewood, and white smoke gradually rose.

Song Hu leaned in front of the firewood and gently blew the sparse sparks.

"boom!"

The firewood on the ground lit up, Zhao Wen squatted beside the fire, and put a few dead branches that were not too dry on the fire.

The flames licked the dead branches, and after a while the dead branches lit up.

On the other part of the dead branch, there is continuous water vapor, which is because the moisture contained in the dead branch has been roasted by the fire.

Song Hu opened the bag on his shoulders, took out a piece of black steamed bun, strung it with a branch, and put it on the flame to bake.

Everyone sat around the fire, quietly enjoying the warmth.

From time to time there was a crackling sound in the fire, which was the joints of the branches cracking in the heat.

Mars flew towards the sky along the hot air, and then turned into black ash and fell to the ground.

Zhao Wen rubbed his hands, put them next to the fire, and roasted them quietly.

Song Hu took the steamed bun back, shook off the black ash on it, and then broke the steamed bun.

A gust of white hot air came out from the steamed bun and rushed to Song Hu's face.

Li Xiaosan stared blankly at the steamed bun in Song Hu's hand, drooling all over the floor.

Song Hu broke off a piece and put it in Xiaosan's hands.

Xiaosan suddenly smiled, and sent it to her mouth without thinking about burning it.

Song Hu divided the steamed buns into four pieces and distributed them to Zhao Wen and others.

Fortunately, the steamed bun is big, one foot square, otherwise it would not be enough for everyone to share.

Zhao Wen took the steamed bun from Song Hu's hand and looked at it carefully.

Zhao Wen originally thought that steamed buns were only black on the outside and white on the inside.

But when he took half of the steamed bun from Song Hu, he realized that the whole steamed bun was black from inside to outside.

Zhao Wen frowned and looked at the steamed bun in his hand, feeling a bit at a loss as to what to say.

Song Hu stuffed the steamed bun into his mouth and chewed it contentedly. He suddenly saw the confusion on Zhao Wen's face, and said with a smile, "What's the matter? You think this steamed bun is too dark? Can't you eat it?"

Zhao Wen hurriedly said: "How could it be!"

Song Hu smiled and said, "Have you never seen such a black steamed bun?"

"En!" Zhao Wen nodded slightly.

"Brother Zhao looks like he should be the kind of rich man. It's understandable that he has never seen such a dark steamed bun."

Zhao Wen's whole body is very white, and he looks like the kind of person who doesn't touch the spring water with his fingers and rarely basks in the sun.In the eyes of Song Hu and others, his hands were more delicate than many women's hands.

Looking at the steamed bun in front of him, Zhao Wen couldn't help but think of his time in later generations.

In later generations, Zhao Wen had basically never seen such a black steamed bun, nor had he ever eaten one.

After all, in future generations, no matter how poor a person is, he cannot be poor enough to eat black steamed buns.

Especially in those schools, the slop poured out every day is much better than the steamed bun in front of you.

"Hey, this steamed bun may be the most unpalatable thing for Brother Zhao, but for us, it is a rare treasure. This steamed bun is mainly made of buckwheat, with some white flour mixed in it. Usually , I can't see this kind of thing at all. It can only be eaten the day before the war." Song Hu looked unsatisfied.

"Is this thing very precious?" Zhao Wen asked, looking at Song Hu's enjoying expression.

"Hey, usually, what we eat is basically thin, and we've never eaten a dry meal. Do you think this food is delicious?" Song Hu laughed.

Looking at Song Hu's earnest expression, Zhao Wen mustered up the courage to stuff the steamed bun into his mouth.

"Damn, it turned out to be bitter." Zhao Wen's whole face twisted together, with a look of discomfort.

Buckwheat is a miscellaneous grain, and in those wealthy families, it is used to feed cattle and horses.The food that feeds cows and horses must not taste good.

Zhao Wen frowned, glanced at his teeth, and was heartbroken. After chewing a few times, he quickly swallowed it.

"Okay, okay, okay, this is like our brothers!" Zhao Daniu said three good words in succession, and exclaimed.

Three or four miles away from here, there were five Tartars wearing leather armor and jackets riding war horses.

They are cruising in the wilderness unscrupulously.

"Hey, I seem to see a fire over there!" A tartar sat on the horse, rubbed his cold and red face, and then pointed in one direction.

"fire?"

The other tartars looked in the direction of this tartar's finger with puzzled faces.

Sure enough, there was a fire, and there seemed to be several people beside the fire.

The Tartars immediately became energetic. They jumped off their horses, put bridles on their horses, and stopped the horses from screaming, and then slowly walked towards the fire.

As the distance continued to increase, the Tartars finally saw the people next to the fire clearly.

"Mandarin duck battle jacket? This is the Ming army!"

A Tartar's eyes lit up, and a bloodthirsty gleam flashed across his face.

"Hey, it's unlucky for you to meet the descendants of Changshengtian on this kind of flat land." One of the tartars jumped on the horse.

"Rush over and kill them all."

The five Tartars leaned their bodies on the horse's back, their legs tightly clamping the horse's belly, and moved forward slowly.

When they got close to about two miles, these tartars instantly puffed up their chests, drew out the scimitars around their waists, slapped the horse's back hard, and galloped forward.

"Boom!"

The sound of horseshoes was heard far away in the dark night, Song Hu sat beside the fire, and suddenly frowned.

"No, there are tartars!"

Wang Qi was the first to spot the Tartars galloping forward.

"There are five people on the other side, we are finished!" Li Xiaosan had never experienced a real battle, and when he saw the tartar, he burst into tears.

"What frustrating words are you talking about!" Song Hu slapped Xiao San on the forehead.

Looking at the Tartars approaching, Zhao Wen suddenly became nervous.

"What should we do?" Zhao Wen looked at Song Hu.

"Run, what else can we do?" Zhao Daniu said with a panicked face and trembling all over.

When infantry meets cavalry on the plain, especially in such a situation of similar numbers, there is only one dead end.

"I can't run!" Song Hu heaved a sigh of relief, quickly took out his hard bow, and shot an arrow at the tartar.

It's a pity, in the dark night, coupled with the long distance, Song Hu's arrow never hit the Tartar, and he didn't even touch the Tartar.

Song Hu looked at the arrow that fell through the air, and instantly became desperate.

"It's over!" Xiao San looked at the Tartar cavalry with a look of despair.

Zhao Wen was trembling all over. He looked desperately at the approaching Tartar cavalry. Could it be that I was going to die within a few days after crossing?
For a moment, Zhao Wen thought of many things.He clasped his arms around his waist, trembling constantly.

"Huh? What is this?"

Zhao Wen suddenly felt a stick-shaped thing at his waist.

"Damn it, why did I forget this thing." Zhao Wen burst into tears of joy, hurriedly took out the Type 67 wooden handle grenade and the big black star, and then shouted at Song Hu and others: "We are saved, we are saved. "

The speed of the cavalry was very fast, and they were less than a mile away from Zhao Wen in the blink of an eye.

A ferocious smile appeared on Tartar's face, and the scimitar in his hand shone coldly.

In the eyes of the Tartars, these people in front of them were already dead.No one can escape from the sword of the cavalry.

Looking at the Tartars approaching, Zhao Wen directly snapped off the back cover of the Type 67 wooden-handled grenade, pulled the fuze, and threw it at the Tartars.

Tatar sat on his horse, watching a thin Ming army throw a smoking stick with a strange expression on his face.

"Hahaha, these Ming soldiers were so scared by us that they threw us with torches, haha."

Tartar looked at the spinning wooden stick and smiled unscrupulously.

Zhao Wen looked at the Tartar who was laughing wildly, a trace of murderous intent flashed across his face, laughing?You won't be able to laugh anymore.

"boom!"

The grenade fell to the ground and exploded directly. A bright flame enveloped the three tartars, and the resulting fragments flew towards their bodies like a torrential rain, harvesting their vitality.

Song Hu and others looked at the scene in front of them in astonishment, unable to speak for a long time.

The remaining two Tartars looked at the front in horror, and hurriedly pulled the horse's rein, trying to stop.

Unfortunately, under such circumstances, it was impossible to stop. Under the strong inertia, the two Tartars continued to move forward under the gallop of their horses.

The war horse under his crotch was startled by the explosion, and his speed was raised to another level in an instant, and he headed towards Zhao Wen.

"Brother Zhao, get out of the way!" Song Hu looked at the two horses that were charging towards Zhao Wen, and yelled anxiously.

But Zhao Wen stood there blankly as if he didn't hear it.

Li Xiaosan hurriedly covered his eyes, as if Zhao Wen would be trampled to a pulp in the next second.

Zhao Wen looked at the approaching horses, and said in his heart: "It's now!"

Then Zhao Wen quickly took out the big black star from his arms, loaded it instantly, and emptied the bullets in the magazine in just a few breaths.

"Bang bang bang!" The gunshots continued.

In the night sky of Ming Dynasty, the gunshots of later generations resounded.

The bullet hit the two war horses, and the two war horses neighed sadly, and then fell down in front of Zhao Wen.

The two Tartars fell off their horses and fell to the ground.

Zhao Wen watched the two tartars stand up tremblingly from the ground, hurriedly put on a magazine full of bullets, and kept pulling the trigger on the two tartars.

There were three or four large holes in the chests of the two Tartars, and blood flowed out continuously.

They stared blankly at Zhao Wen, their eyes filled with disbelief. They still couldn't figure out why a small stick would explode, and why a stick the size of a palm could kill them.

Until their death, they didn't figure out what was going on.

The entire battlefield was in a mess. Several corpses that had been turned into pieces lay on the ground, mixed with the broken horse corpses. It was hard to tell which ones were human flesh and which ones were horse flesh.

The whole ground was splattered with minced meat and dark red blood.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people sick.

Zhao Daniu looked at the relatively intact Tartar corpses on the ground, and rolled up his sleeves to touch them.But he immediately looked at Zhao Wen who was standing aside, but abruptly stopped the thought.

The scene just now was so shocking that Zhao Daniu's legs trembled when he saw Zhao Wen.

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