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In a flash, seven or eight days have passed, and the time has reached the tenth day of the second month of the fourth year of the Apocalypse. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

These days, the Houjin army is still tepid, and there is no rush to attack, and it has been steadily advancing.

The stepped foundation of Houjin is also getting wider and wider, almost 200 steps in size, covering a small half of the area on the west side of the south gate.

However, due to the suppression of the Ming army's bird soldiers, their foundation was only piled up to about 13 meters, and there was still a drop of 2 meters from the city.

If they want to make up for the 2-meter drop, these dog tartars can only fill in with human lives, and they naturally don't dare to be impulsive.

And these days, Li Yuanqing and the sons and daughters of the Changsheng Camp have not been idle.

Li Yuanqing's 'fire oil' has become quite large-scale, and the reserves have reached more than 3,000 catties.

Of course, the fat oil of livestock and the oil of tartar carcasses are mainly auxiliary, and their core components still rely on resin oil.

If it weren't for the limited number of iron pots in the city, more than half would be used for cooking, and this number would have to be expanded several times.

In fact, as early as the Lushun Defensive Battle that year, Li Yuanqing had already used the 'fire oil' offensive.

It's just that at that time, the time and place were favorable, and there was no need to work as hard as now.

Here, if you want to use 'oil oil', the most important thing to ensure is the temperature of the oil.

Otherwise, once the fat cools, the fat will condense and float on it, and it will be difficult to burn again when blown by the cold north wind.

But everything is relative, and there are disadvantages and advantages.

Fire oil does not burn easily, and it is much easier to store.

Pour it directly into the wooden barrel and it will freeze quickly, so when needed, just take it out and heat it in the pot.

On the other hand, Li Yuanqing also ordered ten craftsmen to split part of the explosives package, take out the gunpowder in it, and make some simple hand ~ grenade ~ bombs.

The process is actually quite simple.

Dig through the snow in the city, touch the ground, and continue to dig down until the sand and gravel are dug out.

The sand and gravel were heated, the strong, hard part of it was selected, and together with the gunpowder, it was tightly wrapped in bark and cloth, and the fuse was drawn out and stored in a large dry and warm tent to prevent it from freezing.

When it's time to use it, take it out, ignite the fuse, and throw it at the enemy.

Although the method is a local method, the Ming army has favorable terrain, and as long as it is operated properly, it may not have good results.

These days, the craftsmen have rushed to more than 300 hand ~ grenade ~ bombs, and Li Yuanqing also personally selected 50 of the strongest pitchers from the sword and shield soldiers, personally guided them every day, and incorporated them into his personal soldier sequence.

The real throw is actually not a hassle, just throw it out.

But this thing hurts others and hurts himself, Li Yuanqing can only force these pitchers to form instincts and follow the throwing process completely.

Xu Heizi's side also trained fifty or sixty pitchers, but they mainly threw explosive packs.

If the situation is as anxious as last time, this explosive pack can be directly added to the battlefield, instantly widening the distance between the two armies.

After all, it's only early February.

If you wait until the ice melts and the lakes and rivers thaw, it may take at least April, or even the late May, summer.

During this long period of time, Li Yuanqing didn't want his sons to suffer too many casualties, so he had to try other ways.

At this time, both the Houjin side and the Changsheng Camp were extremely well prepared, waiting for the final decisive battle to come.

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February 12, 4th year of the Great Tomorrow Apocalypse.

The sky has been clear for two days in a row, and there is no more mixed snowflakes, and the snow wall of Houjin has been piled up to a height of 14 meters in front, and the soldiers can directly climb the head of the Ming army.

Early in the morning, as soon as the sun peeked over the eastern horizon, the Houjin camp made a big move.

Tens of thousands of soldiers poured out of the camp and headed straight for the city of the Immortal Camp.

Although there are surrounding Tartar tribes who continue to support various materials, there are more than 20,000 people, all strong men, plus Tartar slaves, they are afraid that there are more than 30,000 people, plus about 100,000 war horses and livestock, people eat horses and chew every day, and their economic pressure is much greater than that of Li Yuanqing's side.

I'm afraid the old slave can't wait, even if Dai Shan wants to delay, it will be difficult to drag it anymore.

With the sound of the staghorns, more than a dozen cattle from each banner, almost more than 5,000 people, under the cover of two or three thousand Tartar slaves, pushing the cowhide chariot, the tiger and the tiger pressed towards the Ming army's city.

Soon, they were a hundred paces below the city.

The Tartar slaves began to push the cowhide chariot in front, and the main forces of the Tartar banners behind them were eager to try and rush up at any time.

At the head of the city, Li Yuanqing saw it clearly.

I'm afraid Dai Shan also has a long memory.

Almost all of these Tartar soldiers were dressed in iron armor, with goggles on their chests, shoulder pads on their shoulders, elbow pads and bracer pads on their arms, and all kinds of small flags on their backs.

The Wang Qi of Daishan, Mang Gurtai, Amin, Yue Tuo, and Du Du are just 150 steps away, and it seems that they are doing their best and are going to make a desperate bet!

"Dog Tartar is going to fight hard!" Kong Youde stared at the Tartar war in front of him, his face was very solemn.

Although they are fully prepared, the 5,000 elites of the Tartars are all elites of all banners, and this kind of pressure is afraid that the Daluo Immortals will have to weigh it.

The roots of Junzi's teeth kept biting, "I'm afraid that they won't come!" If the dog tartars dare to come up, they must taste it. ”

Xu Heizi was also supervising the battle before the war at this time, and said coldly: "The Tartars have done too much!" This time, let's do the right thing for heaven! ”

Li Yuanqing Yingting's face did not have much expression.

Liu Qiao and Shu Murong were still watching the battle behind them.

As the saying goes, 'The victor is the prince and the loser is the loser!' ’

The Tartars are going to work hard, and Li Yuanqing can't choose!

If you don't succeed, then you become a benevolent!

Even if he is destined to create countless killings, Li Yuanqing can only hold up his chest and bear it bravely!

Soon, as the cowhide chariot was pushed to the front, the main force of Houjin also pressed closely.

Li Yuanqing waved his hand, "Open the gun, drive these dog offals to Lao Tzu!" ”

"Yes!"

In a moment, the sound of a continuous 'bang bang bang' rang out, and a dense fire was fired in the direction of the Tartars.

These Tartar slaves did not dare to show their heads at all, and they hid behind the cowhide chariots, only daring to take advantage of the gap between the Ming army's bird guns and carefully advance forward.

But the more fierce the resistance of the Ming army, the more confidence it gave them, and in the face of Dajin's elite, Ming Gouzi was afraid.

The road was almost piled with bones, and in a short time the Tartar wagon was already pushing a few steps below the city wall.

The Tartar elites behind rushed up one after another, and arrows rained down.

The Ming saber and shield soldiers hurriedly stood in front, propped up their shields, and surrounded the brothers behind them.

Seeing that there were dense figures of various flags and tartars below, Xu Heizi couldn't help it a little, and hurriedly said to Li Yuanqing: "General, it's almost, right?" ”

Li Yuanqing smiled coldly, "Don't worry, let them come forward and have more people." ”

Xu Heizi had to temporarily suppress the eagerness in his heart and focus his eyes on the battlefield ahead.

As the first batch of Tartars rushed to the city, the pikemen of the Ming army pounced on them with lightning speed and drove them down.

But the Tartars gathered more and more behind him, and on the entire staircase slope, I am afraid that there were already more than 2,000 people, and the pikemen at the head of the city were obviously starting to tighten.

On the side, behind Li Yuanqing, Liu Qiao's two little hands were tightly tangled together, looking nervously at everything in front of him.

These days, Li Yuanqing has been extremely pampered by her, and she also feels that her body is much better than before.

For Liu Qiao, her good days have just begun, and all her dreams, all her visions, and everything have long been integrated with Li Yuanqing, and they are inseparable at all.

But at this time, these Tartars, like devils, may tear up her dreams at any time and snatch everything she has.

In Shenyang City, she has lost her home and parents, but here, she is never willing to lose all this!

It's a pity that at this moment, she can't do anything, she can only shout desperately in her heart, "Buddha! You must bless the general! Bless the sons and daughters of the Immortal Camp! ”

Shu Murong was also extremely nervous.

She has more military insight than Liu Qiao.

At this moment, she clearly understood that the moment to decide the outcome of this war was coming.

Although all the people in front of her were her clansmen, at this moment, Shu Murong didn't want her tall man in front of her to fail.

She bit her red lip tightly, hoping that this man, as before, would bring her surprise and hope again.

At this time, the battle at the head of the city had entered a white heat.

More and more Tartars rushed to the city, desperately entangled with the pikemen of the Ming army.

Xu Heizi couldn't hold back any longer, and hurriedly said: "General, it's almost there!" ”

Li Yuanqing nodded, and suddenly smiled, "It's almost." That's 3,000 people! Someone, pass on my military order! Bird-gunned soldiers, sword and shield soldiers cover, pikemen retreat, fire oil greeted! ”

"Yes!"

The order was quickly passed on.

Soon, the pikemen retreated, the birdmen concentrated their fire support, and the sword and shield soldiers were in front.

Not far behind them, a large black cauldron with the oil already burning at its peak, and many soldiers carried the cauldron and spilled it onto the slope.

In an instant, the hot oil and the cold ice layer came into contact, making a 'zilala' sound that penetrated people's scalps.

"Ahh Despicable Ming dog! ”

Many of the tartars on the slopes could not escape at all, and they were doused with fire oil, and let out a scream like killing pigs.

"Fire oil continues! Give them all! ”

Li Yuanqing shouted loudly.

The sons and daughters did not dare to slack off, and continued to pour pots and pots of fire oil on the slope.

Soon, the entire huge slope was filled with the sound of 'zilala', which made people get goosebumps.

However, the scope of manpower dumping of fire oil is limited after all, except for the Tartars in front of them who are affected, and the Tartars behind them are far away, the oil cannot cause them much damage.

Du Du personally supervised the battle in the battle.

He had climbed to the middle of the slope and shouted, "Quick! Fast! It's all for the master! Today, the master must have taken Li Yuanqing's heart and liver to drink! ”

These days, the Houjin soldiers around him were also unable to hold back, and they all shouted loudly, desperately rushing towards the city.

At this time, at the head of the city, the fire oil had basically been spilled, and within Li Yuanqing's line of sight, it had already reached the middle of the slope and went down, rising with white smoke.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Li Yuanqing smiled fiercely, "The pitchers are ready!" Torch greeting! ”

"Yes!"

Fifty pitchers had been waiting for a long time, and they all took the firewood torches that had been burning in the cauldron just now, and threw them desperately towards the city.

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