"Don't worry, I'll get you two large pots when I get back!" Jack was going to try. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sentry looked at Yu Wusheng with pity, and Yu Wusheng only sighed and said, "Hey~, think of another way, boil water?" There is water on this mountain, and it is okay to boil water to scald people, but at this moment of life and death, it will be over if you are scalded and endure.

"Is there any oil in the camp?" Yu Wuming thought of something again.

"The oil is intended for the evening, so use it now...... Besides, our city is made of wood, and the oil will not burn many Romanians, but we will burn ourselves first. Jack objected.

"Did I say I used fire oil? I asked about the oil for food!" Yu Wuming glared at Jack.

"Yes, there are quite a few!" said the sentry hurriedly, as long as he didn't take the pot to cook the thing, burn some oil.

"Take out all the pots and oil, boil them behind the city, and pour them from the city when they boil!" Yu Wuming ordered.

"Master, my lord, what do you want to do?" Jack didn't understand why Yu Wusheng did this, and hurriedly asked.

"I'm going to fry the living!" said Yu Wufang, in high spirits.

Jack and the second observer immediately shook their heads, this is too ruthless, the two glanced down, and immediately dispelled this idea, be ruthless, it's better to be ruthless to the enemy than now, on the city wall below, more and more enemies are climbing up, and after a while, the enemy will be ruthless to themselves.

Jack shouted, "Herald!"

The herald at the observation post immediately ran up, and Jack gave him the order he had just agreed upon, and he had to deliver it within five minutes.

Ten minutes later, more than a dozen cauldrons lined up, meat oil, vegetable oil, lard, vegetable oil, as long as it was oil that could be used to cook vegetables, were all moved here, and more than a dozen fireheads lit fire oil at the bottom of the city pass.

The laborers of the Third Company were also ready, and a long line was formed in front of each pot, each of two in a group of two, and one group was responsible for a bucket, and they turned out all the cotton gloves they wore in winter.

The oil soon burned hot, and the soldiers in the city launched a round of counter-assault and beat the enemy who climbed the city wall, there was no fierce general like Wallace, even if there were more, their technical and tactical level was a big gap with the government army, it turned out that in Romania, the government army did not want to fight, they could naturally rush, but this is Noyd, not Romania.

When this round of attack was suppressed, the city made a gesture to the city, and more than a dozen fireheads immediately began to fill barrels with boiling oil, each barrel was only filled with half a barrel of oil, and some people wanted a whole barrel, and the firehead army immediately drove people away, and they said: "This can burn people." ”

Barrels of boiling oil were carried to the walls, and a new assault was brewing outside the city, and when the Romanians attached themselves to the walls again, they found that the crossbows had not arrived as promised, and they were rejoicing when barrels of hot oil fell from the sky.

The sound of frying "stabbing and stinging" is indecisive in the ears, and for a time the smell of meat is permeated, and the sound of screams and falls comes and goes, and the city is like hell again.

Yu Wuming and Jack saw such a scene at the observation post, not only looked at each other, this scene was too cruel, many people were drenched in hot oil, constantly rolling on the ground, the weapons in their hands were waved aimlessly, when the two guys wielding weapons accidentally collided together, cannibalism inevitably began.

Yu Wuming had only used gold juice and boiling oil to defend the city in another world, but he had never seen what kind of scene it was, and when the real scene was presented in front of him, even he was startled, and a deep regret permeated his heart.

"I shouldn't, shouldn't!" he muttered to himself.

Jack patted him on the back and whispered in his ear: "It's not your fault, you are the commander, you have to think about your subordinates, someone must die, the sacrifice of the enemy is better than the sacrifice of your own people, God will forgive you!"

This method was so efficient that after only one splash, the morale of the enemy was completely broken, and they scrambled to retreat, and when they returned to a stone's throw away, they only improved slightly.

The recruits of the third company were equally dumbfounded by their masterpiece, they stood at the head of the city, looking stupidly at the city, this was the first time in the world to use hot oil to participate in the defense, maybe Louis the Great knew this method, but it was too contrary to the peace of nature, so he never used it in actual combat.

Yu Wuming brought it to the actual battle, the first battle, dozens of enemies were wounded, dozens of enemies were killed, and the number of people was not large, and the tragic situation on the scene hit the hearts of the Romanians.

The new head of the regiment couldn't say anything when he saw this scene and began to be shocked, he counted the number of people carefully, and then put his mind at ease, it turned out that this thing was just looking scary, there were only a dozen dead people in total, and only fifty or sixty people were injured, which was much less than the last time in the windmill village, and it was purely his own scare.

He first calmed down and shouted to the soldiers: "Soldiers, don't be afraid, this is just the psychological tactics of the Franks, those who spill down are not poisonous things, just the oil that we usually burn, and those who die are just the result of unbearable burns and cannibalism with the people around them."

Soldiers, don't be afraid, it's just a little burn, and when we take this place, we can go back to Salzburg, where there are priests who can heal you in an instant, and we will rush to the city in one go, and get out those despicable people who poured oil!"

The Romanians looked left and right, it was really like that, after knowing what happened to the bottom for a while, people's fear was a lot less, but there were more wounded people, which war no one was injured, death is also commonplace!

The Romanians who had recovered their morale rushed forward again, and Jack pointed to the Romanians who were attacking again below and said to Yu Wuming: "Look, they were just taken aback, and they weren't hit much, so you won't blame yourself so much, your method is still very good, and the following is the real test time." ”

When they saw that the Romanians were swarming again, the recruits of the third company hurriedly retreated, and the new group rushed up to the city again with oil drums, and when they saw that the Romanians had begun to climb the wall again, another barrel of hot oil was poured down, and the sound of stabbing and stabbing struck the man's eardrum again.

This time the Romanians did not panic, they rescued the wounded, and the new soldiers were attached to the city wall again, and this group of recruits who had finished pouring oil did not look outward, because the situation did not allow it, the Romanians attacked like crazy, and when the fear was temporarily suppressed, the combat effectiveness would be doubled, but time, hehe.

Batch after batch of Romanians rushed up, barrel after barrel of hot oil was poured down, fear was only suppressed for a while, but unfortunately not the first generation, a group of people who were beaten down may be fine, what about the second group of people, what about the third group of people, these people are not beaten with iron, they have pain, the pain of hot oil pouring on the body, it is not to endure it.

Four groups of people were beaten down in a row, and the wails were incessant, especially the scalding skin and scalded muscles, and this visual impact was not generally bearable.

A soldier who looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, fear held him back, and he thought that as long as he did not climb the wall, the hot oil would not be poured on him, but the reality was not subject to his will, and he was too close to the wall, he looked up at the city from time to time, and he wanted to rush forward, but his body always ran behind his thoughts.

At this time, maybe the soldiers in the city were too hard, a barrel of oil was splashed far away, he just looked up, a dark cloud overhead, he wanted to run, but the two legs betrayed his mind again, and the barrel of oil was all poured on him.

He shuddered, and then he curled up, a howl from the abyss of hell in his throat, and the pain of the fire made him lose his mind in an instant, and his hands scratched his face, perhaps he felt that this would ease his pain.

He stood up and screamed to his accomplices, "My eyes, what's wrong with my eyes? Who can tell me what's wrong with my eyes!"

The people around him involuntarily retreated, they saw that the boy's face had been scratched by his own hands, and there were many places where white bones had been exposed, and his hands were no better, and the flesh on the phalanx of his two index fingers had been peeled off, and his eyes were stuck in them.

By this time the hot oil had been poured on the city, and the crossbowmen had filled the positions of the recruits of the third company, and they also saw the boy, and finally one of the crossbowmen did not want to see him suffer, so he decisively raised the crossbow machine and aimed it at the boy and shot an arrow.

The tragic scream came to an abrupt end, and the Romanians under the city all looked up at him, and he was a little overwhelmed, but what he didn't expect was that many Romanians were saluting him.

Perhaps these Romanians felt that he was doing good. The Romanians, ignoring the orders of their commander, slowly retreated, and no one in the city fired another arrow, and both sides looked at each other in tacit understanding, and thus entered a safe distance.

Don Quixote's main formation moved again, and they pressed more than 200 steps, and the more than 1,000 people who had attacked before retreated to the rear, and the remaining 800 people pushed to the front.

Yu Wuming looked at Don Quixote and muttered, "You're finally here, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

400 steps, this is Yu Wusheng's best shooting distance, Yu Wuxing took decisive aim, Jack said in his ear: "Wait a minute, wait for the attack to start, then his attention will be on the attack, it will be easier to shoot." ”

Yu Wusheng nodded, holding the crossbow steadily, he was waiting, Don Quixote was also waiting, Don Quixote was waiting for the medical soldiers who entered the battlefield with a white flag to clean up to finish their own business, Yu Wusheng was waiting for Don Quixote to give the order to attack.

It has to be said that Don Quixote made a mistake, he should not have cleaned the battlefield, those who did not participate in the attack before did not see the tragic appearance of those wounded, but now, they saw it, their confidence was declining, their morale was declining, and what Don Quixote thought was right was taking away the last shred of courage from his men.

A quarter of an hour passed, the setting sun was setting, painting the battlefield with a trace of sadness, Don Quixote drew the sword under his ribs and raised it high, Yu Wusheng thought that he would attack in person, if that was the case, Yu Wuming would think that he was still a bloody man, but unfortunately he didn't, he just slashed the sword fiercely, and the last of the 800 vitality screamed and rushed towards the city wall.

At the sound of the charge, an imperceptible whistling swept a distance of 400 paces and pointed at Don Quixote. But maybe the heavens didn't want him to die, Xia Zuo's war horse suddenly rushed out for some reason, blocking Don Quixote's body, and the arrow that shot at Don Quixote burrowed into Xia Zuo's chest and burst there.