The white porridge and pickled mustard is enough, why am I wearing a royal robe?

Chapter 126 Molotov cocktails

There were Molotov cocktails in the Prestige Mall, but they were too expensive. Liu Zhenhua thought of the things he had seen that had the same effect as Molotov cocktails.

Quilts, straw, gunpowder.

A lot of the first two items have been prepared, and the gunpowder is not too expensive if purchased separately. At least Liu Zhenhua's reputation is enough to purchase the gunpowder needed for production.

A barrel of one kilogram of gunpowder appeared in front of Liu Zhenhua. The barrel was a wooden poke, which didn't look too big. He was also thoughtfully given an instrument for taking the gunpowder, something similar to a bucket and spoon.

Liu Zhenhua unfolded a quilt and put straw on top of the quilt. Then he picked up a bucket and scooped out a spoonful of gunpowder and sprinkled it evenly on the straw.

Finally, the quilts were rolled up, and a simple Molotov cocktail was made. Following the same method, the fifteen quilts sent by the villagers turned into fifteen quilt rolls.

The waiting villagers looked at the Kitchen King in confusion, wondering what the Kitchen King was doing.

"You two, come and grab these two ends, don't let them go, come with me," Liu Zhenhua said.

Two common people immediately came up and stood at both ends of the quilt, and then followed Liu Zhenhua, who was holding a burning stick, to the edge of the city wall.

The bottom was full of corpses and people, and the siege army kept climbing up with their eyes red with blood.

Liu Zhenhua stared at the base of a ladder. There were dense crowds of people gathering next to each ladder.

"I will set this quilt on fire, and you will throw it down. Do you understand?"

Liu Zhenhua held the torch and looked at the two common people. Although the latter's face was awkward and nervous, he immediately nodded with understanding.

They don't know what to do if a quilt is set on fire. Isn't it just burning for a while?It's better to just throw the brazier down.

But what Kitchen King wants to do is always right.

Liu Zhenhua pushed aside a heavenly soldier who was stabbing downwards and let two common people come forward. They held up the quilt with both hands.

The surrounding soldiers caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of their eyes and wondered what the Stove King was taking out. Could this quilt be useful with hot oil?
Liu Zhenhua put the burning stick close to him, and the cloth outside the quilt was instantly ignited.

"Throw!"

Liu Zhenhua shouted, and the two commoners immediately let go.

The quilt was wrapped in straw and was no longer heavy. It immediately fell towards the ladder.

The siege army looked at the quilt in the sky in astonishment - when it was floating in the air, the quilt had only a few sparks, but after it fell, the quilt burned violently in an instant and turned into a fireball emitting huge heat. !
The flames were fierce, crackling, and the scattered cotton straw carried sparks. No matter where they floated, they would start to burn. Ladders, city walls, and the burning objects dipped in gunpowder that fell on them would burn violently for a while.

What burned even more violently was the siege army after being stained with these things.

The crowd instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire. They desperately slapped the flames on their bodies and took off the few clothes they had. With screams, the surroundings of the ladder turned into a sea of ​​fire and turned into a purgatory on earth.

The common man who just held up two quilts looked at his hands in shock, "Did I do this?"

They couldn't imagine that the quilt they threw down could cause such a tragic situation.

The wailing below seemed to come from hell.

The burning figures sway, and they will bring the flames to others.

The surrounding heavenly soldiers looked at this scene in astonishment. The sea of ​​​​fire below was formed almost instantly. This area originally had huge pressure, but now it is gone. No one climbed up, and they all turned into burning people. Even the ladder was on fire.

"Long live the Kitchen King!"

The heavenly soldiers cheered, and all unexplainable things could be explained by Long Live the Kitchen King.

"Zhang Gou, send someone to take those rolled up quilts, light them on fire and throw them away. Spread them out!"

Liu Zhenhua smiled, and he felt relieved.

Zhang Gou immediately nodded excitedly and called the heavenly soldiers guarding here to pick up the remaining fourteen quilts and spread them around the city wall with torches.

"Prepare more quilts!"

Liu Zhenhua shouted to the villagers.

Everyone nodded excitedly, this little quilt had such great power.

The quilts were lit and thrown down one by one. There was a distance between them, but after burning, the sea of ​​​​fire became one.

The sea of ​​​​fire spread.

Those who were set on fire could only watch themselves being burned to death in pain, even if they fell to the ground and rolled around, it was of no use.

Liu Zhenhua stared down, and the crisis on the city wall was instantly lifted. He even spent less than the reputation of a war horse.

Quilts and straw are free of charge.

This kind of weapon is famous in history and is called "the enemy of ten thousand people".

It is the world's earliest prototype of a Molotov cocktail.

The smell of burning protein was very strange and disgusting, and the screaming people shattered the psychological defenses of the rebel and Ming troops below.They had never seen such a tragic scene. Firemen were running around and fell to the ground after running only two steps.

"Run!"

Someone shouted, couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and ran away.

The rout was formed almost instantly. The siege army in the south was originally the largest and most elite, but they suffered a blow from "ten thousand enemies".

Even without the messengers, Yang He and the others saw the burning fire. The flames soared into the sky and were still conspicuous even in the daytime.

The screams of the soldiers and the hurried faces of the fleeing people were reflected in the eyes of the three people.

Three of them, Yang He and Hong Chengchou, were civil servants. Only Du Wenhuan went to the battlefield and commanded some battles. In the 43rd year of Wanli, he was promoted to the governor of Qianshi and the chief military officer of Ningxia. When Yansui was invaded by the Mongols, Du Wenhuan went to rescue him. Big break.

But he had never seen such a scene before. What was causing the towering fire?

Yang He's lips twitched, but he had no words to say. The south of the city had the largest number of soldiers, but they were the first to flee.

The situation was changing rapidly. Yanchuan City was originally in danger, but they became the losers in the end.

Du Wenhuan took a deep breath, knowing that it was impossible to capture the city today. Just as he was about to issue an order, a messenger came and told them that the soldiers on the east and west sides also began to flee, and the fire shot into the sky!

"Governor, withdraw, we can't take it anymore."

Du Wenhuan also knew that if the delay continued, the soldiers in all four directions would flee!

"Withdraw."

Yang He's face was ashen, his eyes were lifeless, he mumbled for a long time, and finally came out of his mouth with these two words.

The soldiers immediately passed on the news, and the soldiers in the four directions began to flee in panic. Although the siege armies on the other two sides did not see the scene of flames soaring into the sky, they all smelled the disgusting smell of burning protein.

The screams and sounds of fleeing also impacted their eardrums.

"We won! The rebels ran away!"

The heavenly soldiers cheered as they watched the fleeing people. Their faces were full of excitement under the light of the fire. Those quilts were so magical that they turned the city into a sea of ​​fire in an instant. They were about to fail, but it was the Kitchen King again. These magical things transformed helped them defeat the Ming army.

"Long live the Kitchen King!"

"Long live the Kitchen King!"

The people cheered the Kitchen King's reputation. They saw with their own eyes that the Kitchen King defeated these invading enemies with fire from heaven. They had something to brag about with others.

In mid-September of the first year of Chongzhen, Yang He, the governor of the three sides of the Ming Dynasty, gathered [-] soldiers and [-] rebels to attack Yanchuan. The Kitchen King wrapped straw in a cotton quilt and wrapped it with heavenly fire. Wherever he passed, everything was destroyed. They were all burned, and the siege troops fled in panic!
The two kings, Wang Jiayin and Gao Yingxiang, were considered lucky. They escaped with their men, fled to Yan'an, and then fled north with the remaining 1 rebels who stayed behind.

Wang Er and Wang Jiayin were almost dumbfounded. They saw with their own eyes that those quilt-like things instantly ignited the brothers who were attacking the city. A sea of ​​​​fire appeared almost instantly, and people were wailing and struggling in the sea of ​​​​fire.

If Wang You had not pushed him and Wang Hu had not carried him and ran out, I am afraid he would have been burned to death like those others.

The same is true for Wang Jiayin. That thing is too terrifying. To be precise, the Kitchen King is too terrifying, whether it is the powerful crossbow or the sea of ​​​​fire behind it that burns everything.

No wonder the Kitchen King was able to win two counties in succession and was able to get a fourth-rank official position from the court.

Gao Yingxiang didn't know what happened. He only knew that the fire filled the sky, where the flames came from, and why it was so fast. It was obvious that they had attacked the city wall one second, but failed the next second.

"Fire fire"

Wang Er murmured.

The three rebel leaders took the remaining soldiers and fled, abandoning their helmets and armor.

When Yang He learned the news, he was furious and almost vomited a mouthful of blood. His recruitment plan had just begun, but it had already suffered a huge failure.

He was puzzled. He didn't know where the fire came from. Even if he used kerosene, it shouldn't burn so fast.

There are also those crossbows, bed crossbows, and where did the Stove King get these things.

Yang He did not dare to report this matter. He had to do something, otherwise he would not be able to explain these things to the court.

Neither Du Wenhuan nor Hong Chengchou had any complaints about this failure, because they knew that this failure had nothing to do with Yang He, and either of them would have failed.

"If there were cannons, if there were musketeers, or at least if there were more crossbowmen, we wouldn't have been defeated so miserably!"

In the Yan'an County government office, the commander-in-chief Du Wenhuan was a little helpless. He said to Yang He, "Governor, why don't you take out some silver and exchange some equipment with the border troops."

The border army was having a hard time, but they definitely had a lot of equipment in their inventory. Yang He brought some gold and silver for disaster relief, and if he took some out to buy some equipment, the defeat would not be so miserable.

“By doing this, wouldn’t it mean that we are demolishing the east wall and replacing it with the west wall!”

Yang He said in a trembling voice, "Why don't we just leave the Kitchen King alone and surround him, but he doesn't dare to leave the city, so that he can't develop, recruit the rest of the thieves, and then gather troops and horses to deal with the Kitchen King!"

(End of this chapter)