Zhu Wenwu, who was walking in front, suddenly made a pause gesture, Zhao Er leaned up and saw that not far away was the Mongolian giant cannon factory, it seemed that the giant cannon had been almost completed, it is estimated that it was precisely for this reason that even if there was a loud noise outside the barracks, there were still Mongolian soldiers stationed in the workshop, about ten people. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

These Mongolian soldiers were scattered around the workshop, the giant artillery workshop was not very large, supporting each other, Zhu Wenwu saw that there was no opportunity to take advantage of, so he had to take Zhao Er around the workshop carefully.

Suddenly, Zhu Wenwu's eyes lit up, and there was a sealed hut. Zhu Wenwu approached cautiously and looked in through a small independent window, only to see more than a dozen wooden barrels placed inside.

"Gunpowder? It turned out to be gunpowder! A surprised thought came to mind in front of him, the Great Song Dynasty has always attached importance to firearms, and Zhu Wenwu is also very familiar with gunpowder, but the Song army is much stricter than the Mongols in the management of gunpowder.

"It can't be shit luck, right?" Zhu Wenwu looked at the big wooden barrel in front of him in disbelief.

Maybe the Mongols didn't use gunpowder for a long time, or maybe it was the unconscious neglect of the Han craftsmen, or maybe the Mongols couldn't imagine that the cowardly Han people cowering in the city wall would take the initiative to attack, but so much gunpowder was placed together, and there was no strict guard, this was simply an incredible thing for the Great Song Dynasty Guoyun, and even the most famous historians in the future did not know how to comment on it. No wonder some people say that history is accidental, correct, and absolutely correct.

With this gunpowder, as long as part of the gunpowder is moved to the front of the cannon, the cannon can definitely be blown into the sky, which is much faster than setting fire, and it is much more stable, and the Mongols did not even have time to rescue.

Zhu Wenwu took a look around the room, although there were only two Mongolians nearby, but the whole workshop was not big, and the other Mongolians heard the sound and rushed over to support it in less than half an hour, it is no wonder that the Mongolians were negligent, since the seventh year of Xianchun, the soldiers of Sichuan have never been able to break through the Jinsha River Luming Mountain defense line, and the Song army rescued from the downstream can not step into the Luming Mountain defense line, and the Song army rescued from the upstream, the Jinsha River defense line and the Hutou Mountain defense line tightly surrounded the soldiers in the city and locked their maneuvers.

Although it is not far from Jiang'an City, there are Shi Tianxing's Mongolian soldiers in a hundred battles, and the camp of Liu Rong of Wulihan is eyeing the city, although Yang Wen, who is defending the city, is a fierce general, but there are no more than 20,000 soldiers who can fight in his hands, even if he has the heart, he is powerless.

Although the killing continued outside the barracks, the Mongols here and now were not in a hurry and did not show any signs of leaving. Zhao Er looked at Zhu Wenwu anxiously and said in a low voice: "These Mongolian soldiers can't leave the workshop without an order. ”

Zhu Wenwu nodded, but these soldiers did not leave the workshop, but he had no way to destroy the cannons, even if the gunpowder was detonated, but as long as the cannons were still there, the crisis in Sichuan was incomprehensible.

Zhao Er suddenly grabbed Zhu Wenwu's right hand and handed Zhu Wenwu a piece of jade: "Please give it to my brother." ”

Before Zhu Wenwu could react, he saw Zhao Er quickly rush out of the shadows, and the crossbow arrow in his hand randomly hit one of the Mongolian soldiers, and then ran towards the other Mongolian, and shouted loudly: "Kill, kill." ”

The rest of the Mongolians were stunned, Zhao Er had already come to him, and saw a sword shadow dancing in Zhao Er's big knife. The Mongols' reaction was not slow, and they resisted Zhao Er's big knife for a moment, and then shouted loudly.

Seeing this, Zhao Er did not hesitate, and immediately ran out after the big knife frightened the Mongolian long knife. After a while, the Mongols from other places also caught up.

Zhu Wenwu held the jade in his hand stiffly, his heart was full of remorse, as if many years ago, it was still such a night, it was still such a moment, it was still such a warrior, and the child with a childish smile on his face once said the same thing to him.

"Mongols who killed a thousand knives, come to your grandfather." In the distance, Zhao Er's voice woke up Zhu Wenwu, Zhu Wenwu silently put away the jade, he knew that his hatred should be repaid with hatred.

Zhao Er had never felt as happy as he was now, although his feet were as heavy as lead, and his hands were as painful as dislocated, but his pleasure was as drunk as drinking wine.

At this moment, there were six Mongols left in front of him, and behind him were three Mongols who had fallen to the ground, all of whom were veterans of a hundred battles returning from the battlefields of Europe, and their knives were just as sharp.

"Kill." Zhao Er raised his big knife, and there was no longer their family in the distant Junzhou, and his parents were beheaded like animals under the knife of the Mongols.

"Flutter." Zhao Er was confused, and he only felt a sharp pain in his left hand, and it actually fell to the ground, just like the arm of the black bear that he and Zhao Yi cut off during the hunting a long time ago, and blood gushed out like a fountain, taking away the power in his body.

Zhao Er turned around with difficulty, and there were only five Mongols left in front of him. Zhao Er wanted to rub the blood in his eyes that was confused, but his right hand holding the big knife couldn't lift any strength.

Suddenly, a loud noise sounded like thunder, and a firelight that lit up the entire night rippled in front of his eyes, bringing him a confused light, and the veterans of a hundred battles not far in front of him were also slightly moved.

Zhao Er stopped talking, perhaps because his throat was overly bleeding, he couldn't speak, he just walked towards the Mongol in front of him step by step.

This is his battlefield, this is just his battlefield.

The remaining five Mongolians glanced at each other, and one of the Mongolians stuck the broken knife in his hand in front of Zhao Er's eyes, this is the Mongolian salute, no matter what, there is always a little jealousy in the man's world, jealous of his bravery, jealous of his courage.

Zhu Wenwu thought that the Mongols were the most hateful, and he thought that the Mongols were inhuman and cruel; But Liu Daxiang pointed the finger at the Han thieves who surrendered to Mongolia, and he believed that if these people were not eliminated, the Great Song Dynasty would one day be unable to do so under the leadership of these Han thieves.

So the two had a dispute, Liu Daxiang thought that although it was good to kill the Mongols, but now they did not have the strength to oppose the Mongols, once they angered the Mongols, they would not be able to survive, it was better to kill a few more traitors and scare those who were about to become Han thieves. But Zhu Dachang believes that killing one more Mongol can save the lives of tens of millions of Han people, and it can also relieve the pressure on the imperial court, even if it is worth dying.

Arson, of course, was the strength of the two men, and it took less than a moment to burn the barracks to the north. However, before they could rejoice, the shouts of the Mongols were already rushing towards them. The Mongols had found out that something was wrong in their nest, and the soldiers who drew a few cards from it came back to the rescue.

"Kill." The two of them fought with the Mongols a few times, knowing that the Mongols must not be allowed to adjust the angle at this time, once the Mongols came to their senses, there was almost no life under the fierce Mongols' knives. (To be continued.) )