(Thanks to Dameng, Chubby, Hammer S)

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It was night, and the Hun camp was on fire, almost making people think that the Hun camp was on fire. But there was a faint sound of singing, and it could be seen that there were riding shadows circling around the piles of bonfires, which was obviously not the case.

The beacon enemy platform was suddenly crowded with people. Zhang Fang asked Lin Tianci to know that this was a Hun funeral.

The funeral rites of the Xiongnu people are the same as those of the Han people. They will also give funerals to the deceased, and if a close relative or tribal leader dies, the mourner will not only cut his braids, but also "pear". That is, to cut the cheek with a knife and to sacrifice with blood and tears.

After the memorial service, under the guidance of a shaman, they will ride horses around the dead and the fire and sing loudly - similar to the requiem of the Han Chinese. After that, the clan will gather, eat and drink, which is also very similar to the white things of the Han people.

Rather than exploring customs, Zhang Fang is more concerned about one question: "Will there be any war taboos?" ”

Lin Tianci glanced at him with a smile: "I know what Zhang Gongzi meant, will the Huns stop fighting because of mourning." ”

Zhang Fang stared at Lin Tianci's eyes: "Could it be?" ”

"No, it won't." Lin Tianci replied very simply, "The Huns do not leave overnight hatred. If it weren't for the thunder and fire weapons of the prince this time to scare them, the Huns would have killed everyone in the beacon except you and me first, and then sacrificed them with the blood of the enemy. ”

"Far from being a truce, we are even more arrogant." Han Jun on the side heard this and blurted out, "This is a mourning soldier......

Zhang Fang turned his head to look at him: "Do you want to say that the mourning soldiers will win?" ”

"Ah, no, I mean......"

"It's okay, you're not wrong." Zhang Fang beckoned Qingyan to help him downstairs, and a sentence floated in the night wind, "Don't forget, we are also mourning soldiers." ”

Han Jun looked at Zhang Fang, who couldn't walk steadily down the stairs, and then looked at himself hanging on his arms, and muttered: "It's a mourning soldier, but it's a remnant soldier......

After a while, a person came running in the dark, it was Qingyan, she was conveying Zhang Fang's order: "Carry the remaining thunder cannons, as well as all the ingredients, to the child's tent." ”

I saw a few lightly injured palace guards, under the command of Qingyan and the Han brothers, carrying the mysterious boxes wrapped in layers into the tent. Everyone including Lin Tianci was thinking that like the Huns, Gongzi was going to make a desperate bet, he was going to finish all the thunder artillery postures in one go. It's just that the Huns, who have been blown up by thunder cannons, will they still be afraid?

In the tent, there were only Zhang Fang and Qingyan, as well as a piece of raw materials, and more than a dozen unused thunder cannons.

Zhang Fang said while changing his work clothes: "Are you thinking the same as the people outside the tent now, we are going to make all these raw materials into thunder cannons tonight?" ”

Qingyan was rolling up her sleeves and was stunned when she heard this: "Isn't it?" ”

"It's not." Zhang Fang changed into clothes with narrow sleeves and straight legs that were easy to work, and clapped his hands, "On the contrary, we have to disassemble all the thunder cannons and reload!" ”

Qing Yan's eyes widened, almost thinking that he had misheard. It wasn't until Zhang Fang took one off that she was sure that her ears were fine, and although she didn't understand why, she still did it without saying a word with her trust in her son.

Zhang Fang dismantled all the thunder cannons that had been built, mixed them with the remaining powder, and then no longer poured the cartridges in batches, but packed them all - yes, packed.

Dynamite packs!

The threat of the half-pound thunder cannon to the Huns has become lower and lower, and it is okay to scare the horses, but I am afraid that the scare will not be able to scare people a few times. Instead of throwing thunder cannons without pain, it is better to be ruthless one at a time. Didn't the Huns say that this thing can't hurt people, give you a large one, you can see if it hurts.

After some careful concoction, layer by layer wrapping, and twisting the medicine, a super time and space explosive bag weighing more than 20 catties and the size of a basin was freshly baked.

During the whole production process, Qing Yan's eyes were always staring - although the single eyelid couldn't be much bigger, it was really ...... to see such a big guy slowly forming under his hands

Zhang Fang patted the result lightly, and a puff of gray mist was raised. Zhang Fang coughed and smiled while fanning his hand: "This is the first explosive bag of the Han Dynasty, which is enough to go down in history, see which Huns or Huns are blessed." ”

Qingyan didn't care about what went down in history, or he laughed casually when Zhang Fang. What she cares about more is that this big guy who is dozens of times bigger than the thunder cannon, how powerful is it?

Zhang Fang bent down to look at her: "You must be thinking about the power?" ”

"Hmm."

"Let's put it this way." Zhang Fang spread his arms and made an explosive pose, and his mouth was onomatopoeic, "Boom!" Definitely, people will die. ”

Qing Yan blinked, as if to say, this is the end?

Zhang Fang threw off his work clothes and said with a smile as he walked out of the tent: "If the person dies, of course it's over." ”

……

"Your people have died so much, can this be done?"

"It's not over!"

"Your brothers and relatives have died so much, can this be done?"

"It's not over!"

"Kill them!"

"Slaughter the Hannu!"

Miles away, in the Hun camp, next to the roaring bonfire, Shalulu was half bare-chested, covered with blood, and blood foam was sprayed, like an evil ghost. Every time he asked, there were Mo Xi people and Donghe people who responded loudly, and the crowd was angry.

"Don't be afraid, everyone, that thunder fire is just a new weapon of the Han people, not a heavenly thunder. At the beginning of the battle the day before yesterday, there was a thunderclap that exploded above my head. It's a scare-intimidating thing......"

Separated by two fires, several people quietly hid in the darkness that could not be reflected by the firelight, and looked coldly at this side.

It was Morton and his guards.

Qu Tu hurriedly walked over, bowed down and said, "Guduhou, the results of the divine master's divination have come out." ”

Morton waved his hand: "Let's go, there's nothing to see." ”

The group arrived at the shaman's tent, where the sorcerer was sitting in front of the fire fiddling with a pair of cow bones. In the light of the fire, the wizard's face, painted with chalk and black and red ochre dyes, and a pair of eyes that seemed to ooze blood, were very indistinguishable.

Morton, Qutu, and the guards all bowed down to the wizard. At the end of the salute, Morton sat down in front of the wizard, his eyes fixed on the cow bones. The bones of the cow appeared to have been burned, and several cracks appeared. Morton's eyes were fixed on the crack, as if he had fallen into a crack.

It took a long time for Morton to look up: "It seems that it's unlucky......"

The voice of the wizard like an iron spoon scraping a pot sounded, and only one word was spit out: "Fierce!" ”

"It's fierce to fight again...... "Morton muttered to himself, the image he had just seen flashed in his mind, and an elusive hint flashed in his eyes.

A guard rushed from afar, saluted Morton and the wizard, and reported in a loud voice: "Mo Xi is in charge of Sharuru and begs the Marquis of Gudu for permission to fight tomorrow, and he will slaughter the Han Nu side and strike the army." ”

Qu Tu looked at the pair of omen cow bones, and sighed in his heart, Sharuru's enthusiasm, I am afraid that I will be poured a basin of cold water.

At this moment, Guduhou's faint voice sounded in his ears: "Quasi! ”

Qu Tu raised his head in astonishment, and immediately buried his head deeply, not daring to look at the back of Guduhou, and a cold current passed through his heart.