People treat fire, has always been contradictory, fire brings warmth and civilization to people, but also brings fear and killing, after Zhuge Liang out of the mountain, first Bowangpo, then Xinye, and then there are Chibi soldiers, three fires are burning bigger and bigger, burning out of the world. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although Tang Yi does not have Zhuge Zhizhi, his opponent is also not the cunning Cao Mengde, if there is anything polite, just burn it to the end!

The daytime battle had just ended, and although the soldiers and civilians of the small station did not fight with the Mongols with real swords and guns, the smell of burnt meat in the air still made people unable to eat, and some even secretly gagged and turned pale. The first time I learned the cruelty of war, everyone's minds still kept coming to mind the scene of the Tartar struggling in the sea of fire, and the mournful screams made people shudder.

Yu Dayou called his son Yu Zhigao over and gave a few orders, and soon Yu Zhigao selected three hundred warriors, each dressed in black clothes, holding a waist knife, and carrying a bamboo basket, which was full of Deng.

"Daddy, the kid is gone!"

"Hmm!" Yu Dayou just patted his son on the shoulder and didn't say a word, but the strength and warmth in his hand still made Yu Zhigao feel uplifted.

He walked as fast as he could, crept up the city, followed the ropes, and when he reached the outside of the city, the low concrete walls were almost unscathed, but they were stained with blood and blackened by the fire, and there were corpses under his feet that had not had time to be carried away, both human and horse, and he had to be very careful.

Bypassing the position of the low wall, Yu Zhigao took his head, held the bamboo basket in his arms, and bowed down to quickly approach the Mongol military camp. After touching about 500 meters, there were no sentry posts and no patrolling soldiers.

Yu Zhigao was secretly happy in his heart, the Mongols were so careless, it seemed that they were going to be unlucky.

With great courage, he continued to lead his men and horses forward, and when he reached about three hundred meters, he finally saw the light of the fire at the gate of the camp, and the Mongol sentries stood lazily, and looked into the camp from time to time.

During the day, the siege of the city was not smooth, in order to maintain the affairs of the army, Bingtu ordered to loot dozens of villages, plundered women of hundreds of meters, and distributed them to his subordinates, so that they could enjoy themselves, and the city would wait for them better.

The robbers are reveling, crazy, and full of ugliness, but they don't know that retribution will soon come.

Yu Zhigao took out three bamboo tubes of different thicknesses from the bamboo basket and inserted them together, almost about one meter and a half, and then he took out something similar to a cannonball, which weighed fifteen catties, and there was a belt on the top of the bamboo tube, which could fix the cannonball on it.

This thing is a rocket that was widely used during the southeast anti-Japanese war.

The history of Chinese playing rockets can be traced back to the Song Dynasty, the earliest rockets are similar to monkeys, using gunpowder to propel arrows to fly fast, and the "swarm of bees" widely equipped by the Ming army is an upgraded version of rockets.

With the development of gunpowder and metallurgical technology, and the Japanese often floated in the sea, the momentum was huge. The Ming army improved the rocket, made the warhead iron, filled with gunpowder, and hit the opponent's ship, it would explode and catch fire.

Although the accuracy is very poor, it is better to be light and cheap, and there are enough of them to cover the sky and the sun, and it can scare the into peeing, which can be called madness and brutality!

"Let's taste the master's awesomeness!"

Yu Zhigao moistened his thumb, held it in the air, judged the direction of the wind, and slightly adjusted the direction of the rocket.

"Point!"

Mars jumped up, accompanied by a muffled sound, and 300 rockets, dragging a long balance bar, smashed into the Mongolian military camp.

The Mongol soldiers who were on guard finally noticed the darkness, there was a bright light, and they made a sound, and they shouted in a hurry, but it was too late.

Of the 300 rockets, about 70 percent fell in the barracks.

Explosions followed, and as during the day, the gunpowder exploded into the oil of the fire, and the burning hot oil fell on top of the cowhide tent. The dry leather burned in an instant, sparks scurried, tongues of fire flew, and half of the barracks was shrouded in flames.

The Mongols, who were being triumphant, suddenly felt that something was wrong, and they all screamed and ran outside. They were barefoot, some with weapons, some with bare hands, facing the raging fire, screaming and screaming, there was nothing they could do.

Some people have already caught fire in their bodies, and they are rolling on the ground like crazy, and the fierce fire oil is so easy to extinguish, and the fire engulfs the whole body, and becomes a huge fire man.

His hair was burned and his skin was charred, and he fell to the ground in despair, crawling with great difficulty, and died in a few steps, but his body was still burning, and the smell of nausea permeated the air, irritating the fragile nerves.

"It's on, it's on! Retribution is coming! ”

Suddenly, out of a burning tent, a woman ran out, who had been looted by the Mongols, and in the previous moment, she was like a piece of dead wood, succumbing to fate, as if her soul had left her body, and her last wish was that God would punish these animals!

Sure enough, the heavens fulfilled her request, and the heavens sent a divine fire, burning all the evils, and her soul returned, laughing wildly, for the heavens had eyes.

Stained with flames, she let the flames engulf her, she rushed out of the tent and threw herself on top of a strong Mongolian man, grabbing him by the neck with both hands, refusing to let go.

The Mongols punched and kicked desperately, and blood flowed from the corners of her mouth, but she smiled, like a bright rose. The flames had burned into each other's bodies.

She finally took revenge, and with a poignant smile, she died with her enemies.

……

The sudden sneak attack made Bingtu furious, and he hurriedly ordered to chase and kill the Ming army.

The Mongolian cavalry launched, like a torrent rushing, Yu Zhigao and they used all their strength, running fast, the air in their chests was consumed, their legs were extremely heavy, and there were gold stars in front of him, he was still holding on, every soldier was running, never giving up.

The angry Mongols are full of contempt, two legs can never outrun four legs, damn Huza, go all to death!

They raised their scimitars alof, and the distance between the two sides was only two hundred meters. Suddenly, Yu Zhigao and his subordinates divided into three columns, about ten zhang away from each other, and quickly ran through an area. Due to the delay in the change of formation, the distance was only a hundred meters.

The Mongol cavalry swept in, and the moment they stepped on the ground, they suddenly felt the ground move under their feet, it could be an earthquake!

In the next second, they were sent into the sky.

Yu Zhigao fell down not far away, gnawed a mouthful of mud, and raised his head, but it was hehe, laughing wildly, stupid tartar, let you taste the taste of landmines.

In a series of explosions, flying shrapnel exploded the horse's belly, smashed the horse's head, shattered the knight's legs, and the cavalryman who fell to the ground was crushed under his companions, killed and wounded, and bleeding profusely.

Bingtu Taiji's heart is also dripping blood, the fire is still burning, conservatively estimated that there will be five or six hundred dead and wounded, and two or three hundred were killed by mines, plus the loss of men and horses during the day, before the war started, the small two thousand people died, how can he explain to me.

Bingtu's facial features were distorted, and he scolded, he swore that he would give everything he had to wait for tomorrow, take down the small station, and kill everyone inside, whether it was higher than the wheel or less than the wheel high, he would kill him, and no one would be left!

Obviously, Bingtu's dream is about to come to naught, and the people in the city will not give him a chance at all.

Take advantage of your illness and take your life!

It's always the only way to win.

The gates of the small station were quietly opened, and a large herd of horses appeared from inside.

At present, there is not much in the small station, that is, there are many war horses, Yu Dayou brought nearly 30,000 horses, including more than 10,000 Mongolian horses in addition to war horses and stallions with excellent bloodlines, which are definitely baby bumps in other armies. But in the small station, it is just a tool for breeding. There are too many horses in the small station, and the consumption of forage is too great, and no one knows how long the battle will last.

Tang Yi has never minded being a loser, as long as he wins, no matter how much it costs, it is worth it.

Two thousand horses were selected from them, and spears were strapped to them, blindfolds were put on, and oiled felt was draped over their backs, and two buckets of fire oil were carried in their saddles.

Tianjin produces oil, and the sea trade is prosperous, and the lighting and cooking on the ships are inseparable, so the stock is huge, and Tang Yi does not hesitate to use it at all.

With a torch in one hand and a dagger in the other, Ah San lit the felt first, and then stabbed the horse's buttocks, and Ah San quickly dodged the horse's hooves.

As a man, it was very painful to be cruel to horses, but soon he became happy.

The aching horses ran wildly, blindfolded and their ears gagged, and they only knew that they had run fiercely. Especially when the fire burned, it was even more painful, and the horses neighed wildly and crashed headlong into the Mongol barracks.

The fire just now has not yet eased up, and a new offensive has come.

The Mongols fled in fright, and with a little slower legs, they were rammed by the blazing horses and fell to the ground, where they were crushed by the horses' hooves.

Wherever the horses ran, the flames flared up and the flames flew.

The barracks, which had been burned down for most of its time, could no longer be used after the impact of the fire horse. Bingtu could only choose to retreat in embarrassment, his beard and hair were also burned, he was black, like a little ghost, how embarrassed and embarrassed he was, and fled with his tail between his legs.

In the morning light, Yu Dayou and Mrs. Qi stood at the head of the city, looking at the disorganized Mongolian military camp, the fireworks had not yet dispersed, the corpses of people and horses were scattered all over the place, strange and strange, and occasionally there were the wounded who were lucky not to die, and let out a terrible wail.

The legendary hell is nothing more than that.

It's just that everyone is gradually no longer afraid, it turns out that Mongolia is so fragile and vulnerable at all! Everyone's fighting spirit burned.

Yu Dayou couldn't help but show a thoughtful look, and Mrs. Qi also frowned.

"Mrs. Tang is really a heroine among women, she even knows the art of war, and she has repeatedly attacked with fire, and she defeated the Mongols without spending a single soldier, but it was just ......"

Mrs. Qi smiled meaningfully: "Just what? ”

"It's just that there are some methods like that person, could it be that after a long time as husband and wife, they will learn from each other?" Yu Dayou muttered to himself: "But he's still in the southeast!" "The old general has a stomach problem.

Mrs. Qi shook her head slightly, no matter how it was affected, she would not change into a person, maybe that person had really arrived! (To be continued.) )