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It's hard to make fat sausages, and it's even harder to make hairy belly. The reason why these two dishes are not easy to get is because they must be washed.

Tang Zhaozong found that it was difficult for him to eat all the profits of these two dishes, so Tang Zhaozong had to purchase fat sausages in the market.

At the market, the vendors wash the fat sausages and stuff clean. Then, they cook it in brine, mix the seasoning, and sell it to restaurants that want to buy it.

Of course, there are also people who are confident in their craft, and they only buy those fat sausages that have been cleaned.

In Chang'an City in the Tang Dynasty, there are some vendors who wash shutters and tear beef shutters and hairy tripies. These people can actually make a fortune by relying on this livelihood.

Tang Zhaozong wanted to make his small restaurant prosperous, and he had to cooperate with these vendors who sold fat sausages, as well as beef shutters and hairy tripe.

Honestly, if these things are cooked, they are really delicious.

Tang Zhaozong added some bamboo shoots, green vegetables and brine, as well as a little chili oil, to the beef hair tripe and shutters, and the taste was so fragrant that the surrounding people drooled.

All those present at the meeting left the town hall, and the officers went to lead their soldiers to carry out the orders of the strange chief, who seemed to have been sent by God himself to the Flandreux.

At this moment, a long uproar rose in a ring that seemed to enclose the whole city, and boiled down to a loud shout.

At the same time, the cannon roared.

The French thought they were on their way to make a surprise attack on the sleeping city, but they were unexpectedly attacked by these cannons in the middle of the night march. But instead of slowing them down, the shells drove them to run faster.

If it was not possible for them to use ladders to attack the city, as mentioned earlier, then they could still fill the moat with bundles of firewood and blow up the gates with gunpowder packs, as we have seen the king of Navarre did in Cahors.

The cannons on the walls of the city thus continued to bombard, but during the night their effect was almost nil, and the French answered the cries of the enemy with a burst of shouts, and then rushed silently towards the walls with the fearlessness with which they were accustomed in attack. Suddenly, the gates and secret doors opened, and men with weapons rushed out from all directions, but not the fanatical passion that inspired the French, but a state of intoxication, which did not hinder the advance of the soldiers, but made them thick and thick like rolling walls.

The Flandreux marched forward in a tight formation, in a dense formation, and the sound of cannon continued to sound over them, which was so loud that it was less terrible than it was.

The battle entered the stage of hand-to-hand combat, swords clashing, spears and halberds were exchanged, and the light of short spears and muskets illuminated the blood-stained pupils.

But there was not a shout, not a whisper, not a groan: the Flandlers fought with rage, and the French fought back with anger. The Flanders were furious that they had to fight, not for their profession or for their pleasure. The French, on the other hand, were furious that they had been attacked at the time of the attack.

Just as the warring sides were fighting with the intensity of our efforts, we heard a rush of cannon fire from the direction of St. Mary's, and a bright light rose over the city, like a ray of fire. It was Joevajoz on the attack, and he was making a diversionary assault on the gate defending the Escau River in order to lead his sailors into the city center.

At least, that's what the French wanted.

However, this is not the case.

Following the westerly wind, that is to say, in the direction that is most favorable for an adventure like this, Jovajóz set sail, and the brig took the lead, riding the good wind against the current. The battle preparations were ready: the sailors waited at the stern with their broadside swords, and the gunners lit the fire rope and stood beside the cannons; The sailors of the mast stood guard on the mast with grenades, and finally the selected sailors with sharp axes were ready to jump on the enemy ships and cut the chains and cables to open a gap for the fleet.

The fleet silently marched forward. The seven warships of Jovayoz were lined up in a wedge-wedged formation, and the brig flagship was the spire, which looked like a group of massive ghosts gliding across the water. This young man's post was in the officer's seat on duty on the ship's building, but he couldn't stay in this post all the time. Dressed in fine armor, he stood guard as the first mate on the brig, leaning out of the bow mast as if to see through the fog and the thick night of the river.

After a while, through this double cover, he saw a black boat barrier across the river; It looks as if it has been abandoned by enemy forces and is unfortified. However, in this scheming country, there is something suspicious about this abandonment and no-man.

But the fleet continued to advance; Everyone saw this ship barrier clearly, it was only a little more than ten chains away, and the fleet was approaching it second by second, but there was still not a single "password!" "To shake the eardrums of the French.

The sailors saw only negligence in the silence, and they were all very happy; The young marshal was more foresighted, and guessed what intrigue must have been, and was therefore worried.

Finally, the bow of the brig enters the middle of the rigging of the two seagoing vessels, which are the center of the ship's barricade. The flagship pushed the two sea-going ships, bending the flexible barrier formed by the chains of ships in the middle.

The ship barrier bent and clung to the sides of the French battleships, forming the same shape as these French battleships.

Suddenly, when the sailors with axes were given the order to jump over and cut the chains of the ship's barriers, one by one the grappling hooks were thrown out of their invisible hands and hooked the French ship's gangway.

The Frandelerians expected what the French would do.

Ruvayoz thought that the enemy was looking for him for a pitched battle. He accepted the challenge. The grappling hook thrown from his side tied the enemy's ships firmly to his ships. Then, snatching the axe from one of the sailors, he jumped first into a well-hooked enemy ship, and shouted:

"Jump over! Jump over! ”

The whole fleet, all the officers and sailors, uttered the same shout and jumped with him onto the enemy ships; But there was no voice to answer their cries, not a single figure to resist their attack.

All they saw was three small boats with people gliding silently on the river, like three seabirds returning late.

Three small boats rowed and fled, and the seabirds flapped their wings and flew away.

The attackers stood in a daze as they stood on the ship they had just captured without a fight.

It's the same thing on the whole front.

(End of chapter)

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