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Chapter 95

A large bucket of well water was poured down on his head, and it took about a minute to slow down; Hu Biao had some attention in his heart, and it was a well-organized language.

Immediately, he yelled out: "Lao Yang, how are the defenses on the left and right wings?"

"One was killed and one was wounded on the left, two were killed on the right, and a few Tartars were shot to death and wounded along the way; the situation is not very good, but it is expected to survive the next round."

Yang Dongli, who had just trotted around and checked the situation hastily, answered in his mouth.

After answering, he also took off his helmet and iron mask, and plunged his head into a bucket to let himself have a good time.

Otherwise, he would feel like he was about to suffer from heat stroke.

It can be considered that Hu Biao let go of some worries, and then shouted loudly:

"That's good! The Tartars are not made of iron, but it seems that they will be ready to rush up again after a short rest; taking advantage of this time, hurry up and serve the grandchildren with the feast we carefully prepared come up.

Then hurry up and go to the kitchen to eat a bowl of noodle soup. Even if you die by then, you will still be a dead ghost.

Also, Lang Qing, you guys retreated from the arrow tower, the killing effect of archery is not as strong as smashing jars.

At that time, everyone will pay attention, and the two will fight together in a team; one will smash the jar, and the other will hold up a shield to protect it. use. "

"Okay! Be sure to let these tartars enjoy our big meal."

After pushing Ari to bandage a wound on his neck that was scratched by Ruya with good intentions, Xufeng replied like this.

The main reason is that he was shot with a lot of arrows. Even with the iron armor for self-defense, he still has many small wounds all over his body. He really thinks that the small wounds on his neck are easy to deal with.

Anyway, in a word, fight the Tartars to death.

When did the blood flow dry, or was fatally wounded, and when did it stop.

After the yelling stopped, Xu Feng and Huang Yizhi rushed into the room where they lived, and quickly lifted out a big basket together.

In the baskets are all clay pots filled with kerosene, lime powder and other sundries; when these things are ignited or smashed down, their power is much stronger than that of simple stones.

At the same time, the others were not idle, and they carried out one basket after another.

It's just that the things inside are different. In addition to the jars filled with lime and kerosene, there are also some good things such as enemies.

After lifting these defensive materials into place one by one, everyone went to the kitchen in turn.

Even when the fight outside was the most intense, Zhang Xiuniang, who was carrying her child on her back, was still among them, preparing this breakfast for everyone.

So in addition to noodles, there are also options such as buns and rice porridge.

It's just that these delicious foods, after everyone eats them in their mouths, have no taste at all; they just forcefully fill their mouths with food and swallow hard.

This approach is not for the joke of "becoming a stuffed ghost" in Hu Biao's mouth.

It's that they don't know how long such a bloody battle will last, but they must have sufficient physical strength reserves.

There is no problem with such an idea.

But all the veterans were okay, some rookies were eating and eating, and after remembering something, they suddenly couldn't help throwing up.

As a result, after vomiting, he continued to eat with bowls and chopsticks...

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Time, approximately between 08:30 am and 9 am.

After resting for about half an hour and eating dry food, the Tartars started a new attack.

At such a time, a scorching sun has risen, although it is far from the hottest time of the day, at least there is still a temperature of at least seven or eight degrees.

But the sun was shining on the armored body, which still made a person quite uncomfortable.

As in the last attack, the Tartars still had a formation of shield players in front and archers in the back; the difference was that the Tartars who originally carried earthen bags now had all kinds of weapons in their hands. cold weapon.

At the same time, in order to better defend against the attacks of bows and arrows on the pier, bird guns and three-eyed guns, the one-handed shields in the hands of some shields were replaced by large shields made of temporarily bundled tree trunks.

In addition, in the hands of the Tartars, there are still some ladders that are not much longer than the modern planar herringbone ladders.

The workmanship of these ladders is poor, and many of them are even tied with ropes or vines.

But the platform called Suifengdun, after adding the earth wall, is not very high in height.

As long as the Tartars set up a simple ladder, with a little leverage, they can easily cross the earth wall and jump into the Suifeng Pier successfully.

It is estimated that after thinking of this point, the hearts of all the Tartars are full of confidence.

I thought that it would take only a cup of tea at most, and the battle here would be completely over, and the end of Nikan would come immediately.

It's just that when their battle formation has been moving forward, they have entered a distance of about 100 meters below the pier.

A loud gunshot on the battlefield was the first to break the peace between each other, and it was also the first to slap the confident Tartar on the face.

It was the blunderbuss in Lao Hei's hand. After squinting his eyes and aiming for a while, he finally pulled the trigger with his fingertips.

Amidst the loud gunshots, a steel head that had been carefully polished to fit the barrel of the gun hit a large shield made of tree trunks.

As a result, the thick trunk of the bowl was shot through by Lao Hei.

The head of the steel bar, which was still in the air, was directly glued to his face before the tartar who was holding a large tree shield in his hand could react.

In an instant, because after penetrating the tree trunk, the head of the steel bar began to roll, beating the tartar's fleshy face to pieces.

There is of course a reason for being able to achieve this powerful killing effect.

It is entirely because the gunpowder that Lao Hei filled in the bird gun is not only of sufficient quantity, but also of quite good quality.

Although the granular black powder brought by Yang Dongli had already been used up in the previous battles and training; but granular gunpowder is really not difficult to make as long as you know the principle.

As for the principle, there are at least ten nerds among the netizens, who can speak clearly and logically in this regard, that is to say, the operation is a bit poor.

However, if you experiment a few times in private, you can gradually get started.

Therefore, the gunpowder they bought from Huangtubao had already been processed into granular gunpowder with more stable performance.

Today's Lao Hei is filled with 50% more granular gunpowder than the normal standard, so it is naturally powerful for a guy to greet him.

As for the danger of doing so, as a former PLA old black, of course he is very clear, the question is there is no way out?Without filling enough gunpowder, it is impossible to pierce the turtle shell of the tartar.

In short, I can only hope for this one, which is said to be carefully selected by Yang Dongli in the warehouse.

It looks like a thick barrel. It is probably impossible for him to withstand such tossing without blowing up the chamber forever, but I hope I can carry it for a while.

What needs to be explained is that this Tartar who was shot down by Lao Hei is actually the most elite white armored soldier among the Tartars.

The kind of top fighters who are rare in a record.

After seeing this white armored soldier being shot to death so unjustly.

Don't say that Fu Chaheng's Niu Lu is real, even Bai Yintu, the third-class Viscount of the Tartar, felt a little distressed when he saw the scene of the white armored soldier falling to the ground.

Because even counting his guards in his army, the total number of white armored soldiers is only more than sixty.

Which one is not an elite that can only grow up after years of fighting and training.

Under the great depression, they can only comfort themselves. For example, this kind of high-quality bird gun of the Ming army is very large, but it can be filled very slowly.

After the Ming army bird musketeer on the pier was reloaded, they might have rushed to the bottom of the pier...

(End of this chapter)