Pouring wine, of course, not into the mouth, but into the kettle.

Every prisoner had a kettle, and when he came out in the morning to let out the wind, he could fill a kettle at the door, which was large enough to drink for a day.

After all, in this hot summer, if you don't drink water for a day, you will die.

These spirits, which are extremely concentrated, are used for destruction.

The two dozen or so prisoners, who seemed to be drinking happily, actually took only one sip at a time, and only after Zheng Fei had filled all the wine jugs, they drank with their stomachs open, and the appetizer was salt-baked peas, which were served from the warehouse.

After about half an hour, the prisoners had to devote themselves to the work again.

Juan winked at his subordinates, then walked up to the assigned officer and said with a smile: "Hey sir, my group of guys would like to discuss with you, can they let them carry the shells? They saw that a few wagons of shells had just arrived today. ”

"That's the work of the second group, you move the wood. The officer replied stiffly.

Hearing this, Juan smiled strangely, leaned into his ear and said, "I have a hundred ways to get the news outside." ”

"What's the news?" the officer chuckled inwardly and moved his finger uneasily.

"Your family lives at 28 Francis Avenue, you have two daughters, and your wife goes to the market every morning"

"Don't talk about it! The officer clenched his fists with hatred, but he dared not speak in anger.

Juan smiled smugly, patted him on the shoulder and said, "As long as you are obedient, I guarantee that your family will be fine." ”

"You'd better do what you say!"

Juan nodded in acquiescence, turned around and shouted, "Guys, sir, let's move the shells in the afternoon!"

Cheer.

After that, under the leadership of Zheng Fei, they quickly took action.

The arsenal was built in the southwest corner, shaded by two large trees to prevent explosions caused by excessive temperatures.

They lined up like toiling ants, each carrying a wooden box and walking briskly to the arsenal.

There were two sentries standing guard at the door, vigilantly supervising them, fearing that they would cause some damage.

After two hours of transportation, there was only one last trip left, and when he passed by the sentry, Zheng Fei suddenly stumbled, the wooden box fell, and before the sentry drew his long sword and shouted, he quickly dodged and hit the back of their neck, and the action was extremely skillful.

The sentry was knocked unconscious and fell to the ground, completely unnoticed by the officers and soldiers on the watchtower due to the dense foliage.

Immediately, Zheng Fei waved his hand and shouted in a low voice: "Quick!"

The prisoners quickly piled together all the gunpowder shells in the arsenal, removed the kettle from their waists, and poured out all the liquor inside.

After all the qiē was done, Zheng Fei ordered: "Withdraw!"

The prisoners lined up and returned to the timber pile in an orderly manner and sat down to rest.

Juan brought a fist-sized stone and a few strips of cloth, handed it to Zheng Fei and said, "The thing is here, what are you going to do?"

"Blew up the arsenal. Zheng Fei said expressionlessly.

The arsenal only contained shells, gunpowder and bullets, no muskets, and no artillery, so since they could not be used, they had to be destroyed to minimize the risk of escape.

"Blow up the army" Juan couldn't help but cry out, quickly pursed his mouth, and said in shock: "Are you crazy? Whoever goes to light the fire will definitely die with those shells!"

Zheng Fei smiled and said, "What do you think I asked you to do with these things?"

As he spoke, he wrapped the strip of cloth tightly around the stone, and then looked around, and saw that the group of officers and soldiers were only talking and laughing and no one was paying attention to this side, so he quickly took down the kettle and poured the remaining half of the jug of wine evenly on the stone, soaking the strip of cloth.

Immediately, he said in a deep voice: "Wipe the match and light it." ”

Juan was stunned and said, "What's the matter?"

"Go straight!"

"But you can hold it in your hand"

"Just order you!" Zheng Fei's attitude was extremely resolute, and there was a ruthlessness in his eyes.

After a moment's hesitation, Juan struck a match and lit it tremblingly.

A red flame burst up on the surface of the stone, turning into a fireball, Zheng Fei immediately got up, raised his arms and threw the fireball vigorously, right in the middle of the arsenal fifty meters away, and drilled into the open gate.

In the amazed gaze of Juan and his men, only a few violent explosions were heard, and the arsenal, which was safe and sound half a second ago, instantly became a sea of fire, the earth trembled, and choking black smoke rose and filled the air.

"Firefighting! Firefighting!"

The warden yelled hysterically, and then, casting a cowardly glance at Drake.

Derrank's eyes widened in rage, and he clenched his fist and punched him hard in the cheek.

In the clearing, hundreds of frightened prisoners stopped what they were doing, clapped their hands, and were full of energy.

Juan stared at Zheng Fei incredulously and asked for his subordinates, "Don't you feel hot with a fire in your hand?"

"You try to see if it's hot!" Zheng Fei kept blowing on the burned palm, but his expression was smiling, and then said: "No matter how much it hurts, you have to endure it!"

Juan couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

The crimson of the arsenal was even more red than the sunset on the horizon, reflecting the red light on the faces of the prisoners, showing their inner happiness.

This explosion is very happy!

However, they did not take advantage of the current riot, because several of the guns on the watchtower were always aimed at them, and at the slightest movement, the merciless shells would tear them to pieces.

The officers didn't expect only gloating prisoners to fight fires, and the soldiers ran to scoop water from the well, and buckets broke into the fire.

Zheng Fei didn't have time to watch a good show, so he took advantage of the chaos to come to the grinding plate and observe carefully.

Reminds me of the priest's tip: walk around the millstone and you will find magical things.

He walked around the millstone, didn't see any clues, and pushed the mill with the mentality of trying.

A few seconds later, pushing to a certain position, he keenly felt the clatter of the grinding disc, as if he had knocked it, immediately stopped, squatted on the ground and stared at the bottom of the grinding disc, and turned the grinding disc slightly like a pry safe.

Two minutes later, a hole appeared in the ground at the bottom of the grinding disc, a hole the size of a wine barrel, hidden imperceptibly.

He turned his head to look around, only to see Derak staring at him walking slowly, and quickly turned the millstone, and after the hole was re-blocked, he stood up and looked at Derrank.

"What are you doing?" said Derak coldly, his cheeks flushed and became more ferocious.

Zheng Fei shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "I'm curious about how this thing works, why can beans be ground when you put them in it?"