Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 431 It's getting dark

"What the hell! Why is the damn sun still refusing to set.

And God bless, there must be no moon tonight, preferably no stars at all, as dark as the sky is, as dark as I can make it.

If this is the case, I will definitely make a pig's head for you when I go back~"

I don't know how many times it has been, after looking up at the bright sun in the sky, Fan Zhu, the cook's little brother, once again prayed devoutly.

Corn, who was slumped beside him at the time, heard the rookie's emotional prayer.

He didn't make fun of the other party. Instead, he found a bag of Huazi and a box of matches from a small bag hanging on the left waist pole very understandingly.

After lighting one for himself, he patted all the remaining cigarettes and matches into the opponent's hand.

I hope that this way can relieve the other party's extreme tension.

Talk!In fact, I don't blame Fan Zhu, this serious cook from New Oriental has such a miserable performance, it is really that their current situation is not so optimistic.

The current time, according to the position of the sun in the sky, is about five o'clock, and there is at least an hour before dark.

Counting the battle that started at noon, it has only started for four and a half hours.

But it was during these four or five hours that the golden soldiers started to attack actively with the cry of "嗤嗤~", trying to grab a piece of military exploits from the Song people who were weak in their eyes.

Later, amidst the huge casualties, I gradually hesitated until I became timid.

However, under the driving of the cavalry, the number of times they had to bite the bullet and attack, all added up to eight times.

Counting, there was an attack in about half an hour, which meant that the last battle had not ended long before the next attack started again.

During the short rest period, even veterans like Hu Biao couldn't recover, and at this point in time, their physical strength was also seriously exhausted.

Naturally, let's not talk about some rookies like Fan Zhu.

Now even the little thing of standing up to pee is difficult for him.

Good guy!Now this buddy took off the helmet on his head and threw it beside him like garbage, with his hair drooping all over his head, his small face was blue, and his lips were white.

It's as if ten strong men just had a round.

It seems that sincerity has reached its limit, and even the last bit of physical strength has been squeezed out.

In the following time, after Fan Zhu put a Huazi in his mouth with his trembling hands, he stroked it ten times in a row before igniting the Huazi on his mouth.

As a result, after taking a heavy puff, poor Fan Zhu coughed violently.

It's not that this guy doesn't smoke, but in the first two attacks, a panting golden soldier rushed to the edge of the hill and was stabbed in the chest by Fan Zhu.

However, under the continuous fighting at that time, Fan Zhu's whole body was as weak as cotton.

So the spear he stabbed was also very weak; after piercing a piece of leather armor on the opponent's body, it didn't penetrate very deep at all, so naturally there was no way to kill this opponent.

Instead, under the pain, the man let out a one-handed ax and threw it at Fan Zhu.

Even under Hu Biao's instructions, he needed to take care of this guy's corn during the battle. In an emergency, he smashed out the shield in his hand and knocked the golden soldier to the ground.

Fan Zhu's chest was also hit hard, and a small hole was smashed into the shiny breastplate.

The man quickly got up, and in a fit of embarrassment, he drew out a simple knife from his waist and chopped the golden soldier more than twenty times.

With a face full of wind and frost, it is only when it is cut to pieces that it will stop.

However, he had suffered serious internal injuries at that time, and he would cough if he made a slight movement, and even when he was coughing and coughing, he spit out a mouthful of blood under the sweetness of his throat.

The half of the cigarette in his mouth was immediately dyed red.

Miraculously, this Huazi cigarette has not been extinguished.

It was precisely because of this that Fan Zhu, who had vomited blood, smoked again in a 'bad, bata~', letting the bloody smell of cigarettes continue to linger in his mouth.

On the one hand, he really needs to use a harmful thing like tobacco to relax his nervous mood so that he will not do some stupid things.

For example, throwing down the weapon in his hand, like an ostrich with its head buried in the sand, and hiding in the tunnel on the reverse slope like those women, it is shameless at all.

On the other hand, compared to the experience of many people, he is relatively lucky.

Even if they kept stripping off the armor from the golden soldiers who died in battle and putting it on, Liu An and the others had at least one piece of armor on them.

Some people even put on a piece of leather armor while still in the iron armor to give themselves strong protection.

But in battle, although equipment is very important, it is not omnipotent. It is nothing more than reducing the number of casualties in each battle in the battle, that's all.

Up to now, despite all the rookies under the care of the veterans, not a single one died in battle.

But among the yamen servants and male musicians, 32 people were killed in battle, 11 people were seriously injured, and there were less than 30 people left with injuries.

Therefore, Fan Zhu was not dissatisfied with the result of just spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Moreover!After vomiting a mouthful of blood just now, he felt much more energetic...

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After smoking that cigarette whose butt was stained red, Fan Zhu finally felt his emotions and spirits refreshed when he spat out the cigarette butt far away heavily.

His tired body seemed to have a little strength.

It's a pity that such a wonderful experience did not last for three seconds.

All of a sudden, the warehouse manager who was on guard could be heard next to his ear, and he said in a broken voice: "Old Hu, those grandchildren are planning to come up again."

"Everyone is ready to fight. The imperial concubine will go to those women and choose some strong and courageous ones to throw bricks."

After hearing the words, Hu Biao, who was lying on the ground like a big character and was trying to recover his strength, jumped up from the ground and shouted so loudly.

Under such an order, everyone grabbed the weapons at hand and got up.

And when he hurriedly grabbed the sweat-smelling helmet and put it on his head, Fan Zhu, a rookie, hesitated for a while, and then suggested:
"Old Hu, why don't we use explosives?"

After hearing such a sentence, everyone was shocked and immediately looked at Hu Biao expectantly.

In order to boost everyone's morale, Hu Biao not only told everyone about their plan to dive and leave secretly as long as they persist until night; the good news that this mission can use explosives will naturally not be let go.

An hour ago, Lang Qing and the other three finally made those explosive bags.

Because there are only 3 bags of 60 kilograms of old-fashioned potassium nitrate fertilizer, and this thing is based on the most classic formula, the reason why 75% potassium nitrate needs to be added to each gunpowder.

After all the materials were used up, they produced a total of 45 kilograms of black powder.

It's just that the purity of these materials is not too high. In order to ensure the necessary lethality, each explosive package is made into a size of 5 kilograms, and there are only 9 pieces in total.

However, with the knowledge of Jin Bing's bumpkins, where have you seen this kind of explosive bag?

Even if they are not killed by the bomb, scaring can scare them to death.

It means that as long as these nine explosive packs are used, it will be easy to support until dark, okay?
However, faced with such a tempting suggestion, Hu Biao didn't know what was in his head. After a moment of silence, he still said:
"Don't use it yet, keep it~"

"The surname is Hu, I am XX, you are OO~"

Even knowing that Hu Biao made such a choice, he naturally had sufficient reasons in his heart; but after hearing such news, Fan Zhu and the other rookies couldn't help but greet this deadly rush in their hearts frantically.

In the end, 7 more people were killed and 5 people were seriously injured. After two battles, it finally got dark.

With Fan Zhu silently praying to all the gods and Buddhas, tonight is really a dark night without moonlight and starlight, and you can't see your fingers...

(End of this chapter)