Everyone didn't speak, just stared at the workshop not far away. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

About an hour later, a loud bang suddenly sounded near the west gate, this was the primitive grenade that Li Xiang had worked overtime to make before leaving the city, and these gunpowder were packed in canisters, hoping to exert unprecedented power.

Then, a huge cloud of smoke rose high along with the firelight, and a huge cry sounded like a thousand troops: "Kill, kill, kill." ”

At this time, it was about three o'clock in the morning, when one person was most sleepy, and Liu Zhongyi's attack soon caused a commotion in the Mongolian military camp, and bursts of Mongolian language sounded.

"Let's go." Seeing this, Li Xiang hurriedly walked into the dark passage with everyone.

Although the secret passage was not used for a while, it is said that it was a passage used by Zhu Wenwu to attack the Mongols and prepare for his own escape, and it was still in use until the Mongols completely besieged Sichuan.

Li Xiang cautiously let Zhu Wenwu walk to the front with a torch, the dark passage is not wide, only one person can enter and exit, but the tunnel is dug very professionally, and some places also use wooden stakes to support the planks on it, but no matter how professional the tunnel is, it can only be an illegal building in the future generations, and it is not wrong to demolish. After walking for a while, he came to the bottom of the Mongol cannon construction site, and Li Xiang could even hear a loud noise rushing back and forth overhead.

After a while, Zhu Wenwu, who was walking in the front, suddenly stopped, and at this time, the sound above his head gradually faded away, and it was estimated that he was heading to the west gate.

Zhu Wenwu listened attentively for a while, then turned around and handed the torch to Li Xiang, then put his hands on the wooden board above his head, moved it gently, and soon a faint light appeared above everyone's heads.

Li Xiang hurriedly extinguished the torch in his hand, Zhu Wenwu stepped on Li Xiang's shoulder and gently climbed out, and when Li Xiang was pulled up, he found that the original exit was one of the Mongol military camps, but there was no one in the empty barracks.

This also confirmed his previous thoughts, it seems that he can indeed fish in troubled waters, but Liu Zhongyi and others can only fight with their lives, and if they spend one more minute here, they will have to sacrifice more sons.

Everyone crawled out of the dark passage without danger, and Li Xiang discovered a more serious and realistic question: the location of the cannon can be seen clearly, but where do the two Muslims live?

Time waits for no one, and if you delay for one minute, Liu Zhongyi and the others will have a much less chance of survival. Everyone quickly discussed, leaving Zhao Yi to guard the secret passage, and the others acted separately, Zhu Wenwu and Zhao Er were responsible for burning the giant cannon, and Li Xiang, Zhou Meng and others were responsible for setting fire everywhere, even if they couldn't find these two Muslims who came over to make a war windfall, at least they had to burn these two damned barbarians to death.

Burn, burn, burn, burn too much, always burn the right one, don't you? Even if you can't be burned to death, you will be burned to see that you are crippled if you don't die.

I don't know what method Liu Zhongyi used, the thirty people actually made a huge noise, attracting most of the Mongols in the barracks to the West Gate, Li Xiang and Zhou Meng A group of two walked out of the barracks and walked to the first room on the left.

"Stop." Unfortunately, before Li Xiang reached the first house, a stern but slightly nervous Mongolian voice came from his ears.

Li Xiang and Zhou Meng hesitated for a moment, then pretended not to hear and continued to approach the Mongols.

"You're on that card?" Seeing that the two of them were silent, the visitor thought that they had not heard, and raised their voices and shouted.

Li Xiang didn't dare to hesitate, and suddenly quickly raised his right hand, and with a bang, a sharp crossbow arrow went straight to the chest of the Mongol, and the Mongol did not react at once, and the crossbow arrow successfully completed the task.

Just when Li Xiang was lucky, he didn't expect that the Mongols grew up eating meat after all, and their physical fitness was not ordinarily good. ”

Unable to allow the Mongols to cry out for death, the crossbow arrows in Zhou Meng's hands also played his role, and the crossbow arrows shot fiercely into the back of the Mongols, and the Mongols stumbled, and finally did not stand firmly, and fell to the ground.

"Not a soldier?" The two quickly came to the Mongols, and Li Xiang suddenly saw that the person who came was not wearing a military uniform, and he was also older, although his body was strong, he looked a little fat, and it was estimated that he was eating and drinking well.

Li Xiang was overjoyed, it couldn't be that he had shit luck, right? Li Xiang couldn't help but almost didn't call out, you must know that although the Mongols at this time are rich and beautiful, the Mongols in the front line are definitely not a hedonist, but an ascetic Zeng similar to Indian Ah San, they are strict with themselves, and they maintain their proud combat effectiveness all the time, for them killing is their profession to make a living, they will never joke about their profession, except for managers, if you don't guess wrong, this is the head of the management craftsman, and it is the kind that deducts wages.

Nazison and Halbara came from a distant land, and it took them a whole year to get here from their country. They were slaves of the Ilkhanate Khan of Persia, the Khan of the Persian Khanate, the nephew of Möngke Khan, and before leaving for this kingdom of gold, Baha Khan had met them and told them that if they could do great things for his uncle, Möngke Khan, the most revered of the steppes, their sins would be forgiven and his family would be reunited with them.

The giant cannon that can throw one hundred and fifty pounds is the largest trebuchet they can make, this kind of trebuchet from the Persian technology has been carried forward in their hands, and seeing the giant cannon born in their hands, they can even clearly feel that the time for reunion with their family is getting closer and closer.

It's a wonderful country. Narisong often sighed, this kind of Han Chinese called by Möngke Khan the fourth class, they could cook the most delicious food in the world, his apprentice Khalbara knew Chinese, but no matter how hard he tried, the poor Persian language could not express a ten-thousandth of the beauty of their poetry, they built huge cities, they created amazing culture, but who made their opponent the greatest Montke Khan in the world?

Europe trembled under the iron cavalry of the Mongols, and the cowardly Han Chinese were no exception, and Möngke Khan had promised them that they would receive 1/100,000 of the spoils of war for every city they captured.

Oh, my God. It was a wealth that was unimaginable, the crystals were beautifully made, the statues were beautifully carved, the silks were as light as silk, the ceramics as white as jade, the dazzling silver, the moving gold, the far East, the gold and silver everywhere, even if the greatest cities of Europe were so poor, so ugly, so dirty and hateful compared to any of them, so why should I go back to the place where I felt ashamed?

How can this not teach them to blush? After arriving in Sichuan, Narisong and Harbara realized how easy it was to work. (To be continued.) )