Shiguantun was attacked by the Tartars, who had already surrounded Shishan and fled to Tianjiawei near the Xilong River, and informed Huodun of the news by the way; Suddenly, wolf smoke lit up in the fire pier, and three straight columns of yellow-gray smoke were connected one after another, adding a touch of chill to the hot summer.

The gravel fort, before the gate was solemnly closed, two fast horses galloped out and headed straight to the east; Seeing the fire pier alarm, Qianhu immediately sent an urgent messenger to Gansu Town.

Faster than the messenger, there were hundreds of houses separated by more than ten miles, and the wolf smoke rose one after another, and before dark, the commander of the Gansu town had already received the news of the Tartar invasion.

However, the 100 households stationed in the tunbao that received the notice from the guard overnight only began to close their doors and guard their respective forts, and no one would take the initiative to gather troops to support Shiguantun; Shiguantun was just a whim of some officials in the imperial court, catering to the emperor's preferences, trying to regain the long-lost pass, which was the Tartar's sphere of influence.

When the emperor's interest shifted to the tiger and leopard room, the court bosses became more and more violent, and no one paid attention to the hundreds of households in the far suburbs.

Up and down, the officers and officials at all levels in Gansu Town, for Shiguantun, which is not within the scope of taxation, did not go to their hearts at all, the chicken rib-like place, the ruins that are not collected, if they are lost, they will be lost, and maybe the imperial court will allocate a recovery fee.

Naturally, in the workshop area behind the mountain of Shiguantun, the Han captives who were tied up in a group, and the workshops and warehouses that were full of fire could only be seen clearly in Xiao Ye's telescope. Perhaps those three big merchants, when they built the workshop, were already mentally prepared to discard it at any time.

In the gravel fort, five sergeants sent by Wang Dali were summoned by Deputy Chitoda Guanglin at the Qianhu Institute last night, and gave them a verbal promise that they wanted to buy a batch of grain, and even promised to allocate a part of the saltpeter iron material to Shiguantun and gave them a hand.

But the next day, not only was the gate of the fort closed, but they could not see even the deputy thousand households, and the sergeant on duty at the gate of the thousand households told them that now the thousand households and the deputy thousand households were studying the situation in Shiguantun with several hundred households, discussing countermeasures, and there were no visitors.

A sergeant who looked like a personal guard at the head even regretted and said to them, when the Tartars arrived at Shiguantun, you can be in the gravel fort, that is a big fate, Shiguantun, then it is difficult to say.

Among the five sergeants from Shiguan Tun, Wang Qing was a distant relative of Wang Dali, and he still carried the two thousand taels of silver tickets given by the priest in his arms, and he was immediately stunned by the news, but his family was still in the tun.

"Brother Wang, what should we do," the other sergeants, like Wang Qing, stood stupidly outside the Thousand Households, and had no idea for a while.

They have been in Shiguantun for a year, and they are also used to working during the day and resting at night, and suddenly they can't go back outside, and they feel indescribably lost.

Two thousand taels of silver, if five people divide it, four hundred taels each, enough for them to buy dozens of acres of land in other places to live, even if they flee to the interior, they can live for seven or eight years; However, in their cognition, the identity of military households makes them dare not go to other places at all, unless they go into the mountains or grasslands.

The sergeants who escaped, as soon as they were caught by the government, were sent back to their original places was the best outcome, and it was possible to sentence them to exile or even behead them, not to mention the current extraordinary period of the Tartar invasion.

And then what will be the use of the silver? If they knew that a large number of displaced people were constantly emerging in the interior at this time, and the government's management of the civil registers under its jurisdiction was becoming more and more coarse, it might be a different kind of thinking.

"Brothers, the officials are not thin to us, the hundred households are generous and polite, who of us is not hungry to Shiguantun, just a few days have passed, the Tartars are here," Wang Qing looked at his partners beside him, "Shiguantun is in trouble, we can't hide from it, it's a matter without conscience,"

"Yes, Brother Wang, the hundred households didn't say anything to us, and the officials of the king looked up to us, so they let us come out to buy food, and we can't do ungrateful things," a sergeant agreed.

The others also nodded in response, what did they think in their hearts, Wang Qing didn't know, after all, they were military households turned from craftsmen, and the matter of fighting was a bit far away.

So, Wang Qing took the note written by the deputy Qianhu, found the official in charge, stuffed twenty taels of silver tickets with a lot of pain, and put a thousand catties of saltpeter on the back of the pack horse.

Pulling five pack horses back to the inn, a few people discussed, since the thousand households ignored it, then go to the shop to buy grain, anyway, they have already told the deputy thousand households, and the deputy thousand households have no objections.

The two largest shops in the gravel fort, one of the Wang family and the other of the Huang family, do not have a special grain store, and those grain merchants from other places come here to buy grain, and they must deal with these two shops after the autumn, otherwise they will not be able to buy grain.

In the Wang family's shop, Wang Qing bought a hundred stone of grain, and the price was two and a half times higher than the market price, but it made Wang Qing angry enough, but now is the time when the green and yellow are not available, and there is bad news about Tartar, and it is inevitable that people will increase their prices, so they pinch their noses and admit it.

After settling the pack horses and food, several people sat in the inn, discussing and discussing, this unjust transaction was really unsteady.

It was almost dark, Wang Qing took a few brothers to eat haggis soup stewed cakes in the inn, and then made up his mind not to spend the money to buy food, and I was afraid that I would not be able to explain it when I went back.

went to Huang's house again and met the shopkeeper Huang Fugui.

Huang Fugui is still the shopkeeper of the Huang family's shop in Gravel Castle, but he obviously has a much better attitude towards the sergeant who came out of Shiguantun, if nothing else, what he is afraid of is that Ximen Baihu still remembers his previous.

Xiao Ye's sergeants went out to the grassland, licking blood to escort supplies to the Persian caravan, and there were casualties every time, which was not something that ordinary hundred households dared to do, they must have been forced to have no choice, and they had to sell their lives to beg for food.

The last time Qin Shishi found him with a full body of anger, Huang Fugui could feel that the sergeant under Xiao Baihu was definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp, and it was absolutely no good to offend.

The sergeants brought out by such a fight must be ruthless; couldn't tell what kind of sergeant Wang Qing was, but Huang Fugui still maintained a respectful attitude, for the sake of the waist card on their waists and the bulging objects in their arms.

"Shopkeeper Huang, I will come to you to buy grain according to the military order of Ximen Baihu," Sitting on a chair in the shop, Wang Qing didn't look at the hot tea at hand, "inspect the goods and pay the money,"

Crisp, direct, and will not go around in circles, the same temperament as Ximen Baihu.

"Oh, it's easy to say, it's easy to say," Huang Fugui took the abacus with a smile, "I don't know, this brother's surname?" ”

"Wang Qing, Huang Shopkeeper, I grew up in the gravel castle, your eyes are on the top of your head, no wonder you can't see me as a craftsman," Wang Qing's sarcastic words made Huang Fugui's face hot, no wonder, the people he dealt with were and are all people with faces.

As for the military households and artisan households, they are usually greeted by fellow workers.

But this sergeant who walked with his arms shaking and shaking, Huang Fugui really couldn't remember, in his memory, there was no such strong person in the craftsman's household.

Looking at the other four sergeants, Huang Fugui didn't understand, there was no one in the group of yellow-skinned craftsmen earlier.

However, if you eat too much beef and mutton on the grassland, it is inevitable that you will grow strong in a year, thinking of this, the smile on Huang Fugui's face is even stronger.

"I don't know, Brother Wang, how much grain do you want to buy this time," Huang Fugui asked seriously with the abacus in his hand.

"The more the merrier," Speaking of this, Wang Qing took out a stack of silver tickets and slapped them on the tea table, "A total of 1,200 taels, the silver tickets of your Huang family bank,"

Huang Fugui can't meet such a big deal a few times a year, and the big grain merchants buy cash grain from Gansu Town, and he can't get much of the output of the land there every year; His fingers flicked quickly on the abacus a few times, and he finally reported a number, "Five hundred stone of cash grain,"

"What, you're too ruthless," Wang Qing almost jumped up when he heard this, "His Wang family's shop, no matter how dark it is, it's only 1,800 yuan a stone, you dare to ask for two, two, four, and Lao Tzu won't buy it,"

As he spoke, Wang Qing grabbed the silver ticket and was about to leave, but Huang Fugui, who was behind him, chased after him with a smile, "Five carriages, plus six thousand catties of fine saltpeter, to send you out of the city,"

At this time, Wang Qing's footsteps could not move, plus five carriages, and then sent out of the city, even if he Huang Fugui nearly doubled the price of grain, he could only pinch his nose and endure it. Baihu values saltpeter, he has worked in the quarry mill for a long time, and he can feel it when he hears and sees it.

Moreover, the door of the gravel fort is closed at the moment, and the door is not allowed to be opened unless the military order of the thousand households, if you honestly wait until the gate of the fort is opened, maybe Shiguantun will become a ruin.

But these things are still not worth one thousand two hundred taels, and Wang Qing, who is a little hesitant, is quite unwilling.

"But Lao Tzu still can't believe you," the stubborn Wang Qing, who has been a craftsman for a long time, has a tendon in his brain, and is very suspicious of Huang Fugui's statement. Since he was born in his mother's womb, he has never taken such a huge amount of silver tickets, and he does not dare to spoil the major affairs of hundreds of households.

"This is easy to do, you come with me," Huang Fugui scolded the soil bun with countless sentences in his heart, but he still smiled and waved his hand, and walked to the small door in the backyard first.

Wang Qing left a few brothers in the shop and followed Huang Fugui into the backyard; When I got out of the small door, I found that it was already dark.

There were two lanterns outside the small door, and under the light, Wang Qing, who had just walked to the backyard, saw five or six guards with knives patrolling back and forth in the huge courtyard, and he couldn't help but tremble in his heart, and raised his hand and pressed it on his waist.

Huang Fugui, who didn't care about Wang Qing's expression, picked up a lantern and led the buyer forward.

With more than a dozen houses on his left hand, Huang Fugui casually asked the houseguard to open one of them, pushed open the squeaky wooden door, and in the dim light, Wang Qing saw the pile full of grain.

Pointing to the black house on the right, Huang Fugui said with a smile, "Over there, there are still some groceries, so I won't take you to see them," Obviously, there is saltpeter over there, but he didn't see the silver, and he won't take out the gifts.

"Oh, that's okay," Wang Qing pretended to be calm and nodded, the envy in the depths of his eyes that couldn't be concealed made him still amazed, "The Huang family is really powerful, there is so much food,"

"Haha, where, it's just an inconspicuous grocery store," said humbly, Huang Fugui didn't say more, waved his hand to let the guard lock the door, and was about to turn around and go back to the store.

"There is a courtyard gate in the backyard, and the carriage will pull the goods out directly," I was happy, Huang Fugui was a little verbose, how could I show the strength of the Huang family if I didn't give this sergeant a long look.

The 1,000 stone grain he just arrived here was supposed to be transported to the grassland for trading, but now he suddenly has a big buyer, and the Shiguan Gorge has become a fierce place, and he doesn't want to bother to sell it.

In addition, the door of the gravel fort is closed, and I don't know how long it will take; The consumption of a thousand households, the remaining 500 stone of grain, that is not to worry about selling.

Wang Qing was about to follow, when the breeze swept by, he smelled a pungent smell between his noses, and turned his head to see that it was the smell blowing from his right hand.

As a craftsman in Shiguantun, Wang Qing stayed in the mill for a long time, and he participated in transporting the fierce fire oil brought by Huang Changzu into the mill last time, and he remembered this strange smell very clearly.

And this kind of fierce fire oil, hundreds of households are quite important, and they sigh that they can't buy cash/goods.

"Ahem, Huang Shopkeeper," Wang Qing's eyes rolled and stopped Huang Fugui, "Do you still have fierce fire oil here?" ”

"Yohe, Brother Wang, in the end, he is a good craftsman, and he has good knowledge," Huang Fugui nodded with a smile, the goods transported from Gansu Town, which were originally going to be transported to the grassland, have to be backlogged here for a while; Inside the cargo, fierce fire oil is impressively listed.

"Your young master has sent some to our hundred households, I happened to see them," Wang Qing didn't hide it, and said with a grin, "Let's go, take my brother over and open my eyes, I promise not to touch it,"

Hearing this, a glimmer of light flashed in Huang Fugui's eyes, and after thinking about it, he turned around and took Wang Qing to the left.

Walking through the empty courtyard, outside the warehouse, Wang Qing saw a pile of clumsy wooden barrels piled up in a corner of the warehouse, looking like there were hundreds of barrels.

"A bucket of 100 catties, a total of 10,000 and 800 catties," Huang Fugui shook the lantern lightly, making Wang Qing look more carefully, and his mouth was almost unable to close with a smile, and it was estimated that his worries could be solved.

Stepping forward, Wang Qing glanced at these wooden barrels a few times, his nose twitched a few times, and he turned his head sharply and said, "With these fierce fire oils, otherwise we will lose a lot of money," As he spoke, he took two steps back and let go of these wooden barrels that were not very well sealed.

With this regression, he stepped on a stone on his foot, and the hard Bangbang almost twisted Wang Qing's foot. When he looked sideways, there were still some stones piled up next to the barrel, which made his heart move.

Hundreds of households are constantly collecting all kinds of stones, to be precise, all kinds of metal ores, Wang Qing naturally knew about this from the guards, so he attached himself and picked up a stone.

The corners of Huang Fugui's mouth twitched a few times, damn, I really ran into a poor ghost, a silver ticket of 1,200 taels, and if you count these fierce fire oils, then you don't have to make any money.

"Oh, these stones should also be counted, and they will be loaded into the truck together," holding a dead stone, Wang Qing said casually, "It's quite heavy, where did you pick it up?" ”

"Shuangta Lake," Huang Fugui didn't see the stone, this kind of stone that is difficult to refine in the workshop, there are too many impurities, it was picked up from the Tartar, I wanted to make a little money, but it took the boss's effort, but no craftsman wanted it, so he was quite angry, and he just disposed of it.

"Fierce fire oil can be sold to you, but this price is something to be added," Huang Fugui, who was thinking about adding money, was leng Buding was brought in front of him by Wang Qing, and was immediately smoked by a smell of bad breath.

After not taking a bath for four or five days, coupled with his impatience and impetuousness, Wang Qing's mouth was close to Huang Fugui's ear, and the smell that came out made Huang Fugui uncomfortable.

"Shopkeeper Huang, there is only one grocery store left in Shiguantun, if you leave a good impression on our hundred households, then the future business can be without you?" However, Wang Qing seemed to be a repeat customer, so Huang Fugui was not moved at all.

Now that the Tartar brigade is in Shiguantun, you better pass this hurdle first, Huang Fugui, who was quiet, wanted to refuse, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wang Qing's bulging chest, and couldn't help but swallow his words back.

If the Ximen Baihu survived by luck, then the benefits of stretching out a hand at this time are too big, not to mention anything else, the food and clothing up and down Shiguantun are enough for him to have an extra layer of water.

Thinking of this, Huang Fugui didn't say anything, turned around and returned to the shop, took the abacus and crackled for a while, and then gritted his teeth and reluctantly said, "Forget it, when I Huang Fugui compensated your family, I was offended a lot in the past, but in the future, I need to, but I have to patronize more,"

"That's, that's," Seeing that the deal was reached, Wang Qing's eyes smiled into a slit, and he was about to hand over the silver ticket, Huang Fugui stretched out his hand unhurriedly, "Chenghui, one thousand two hundred and twenty taels,"

The budget-conscious Huang Fugui, where may he let himself lose money, at most he earns a little less, but he is sincere enough; You know, the gate of the gravel fort is closed now, and no goods can enter or leave.

Hearing this, Wang Qing was immediately annoyed, he still had more than 20 taels of broken silver on his body, but it was his brother's food money, and there was also a need to open up the joints, so he really met a profiteer.

"Okay, deal," Wang Qing, who gritted his teeth, hatefully put the silver ticket still on the coffee table, took out two silver ingots, and slapped them on the table, "Within three days, we must leave,"

"No, ten days, you can only get out of the city in ten days," Huang Fugui still smiled, there was no room for compromise in his mouth, the pigeon letter went back and forth to Gansu Town, and he still had to leave a surplus in time; Businessmen, talk about credibility.

In Huang Fugui's heart, he still wants to maintain a good connection with Shiguantun, if Shiguantun escapes the disaster this time, there will be more dealings in the future; To be honest, this time, he really didn't earn a lot of money, and he even owed a favor to hundreds of households guarding the city, which was a loss.

What's more, he didn't dare to sell it to Xiao Yechen anymore.

"Hmph," Wang Qing stomped his feet away, he wanted to go back to the inn and wait, he didn't want to see Huang Fugui's fox-like face anymore, in the past ten days, they only slept on the Chase and nibbled on the flatbread.

Speaking of Shiguantun, the Tartars attacked the mountain three times, and in a hurry, hundreds of people were injured and injured, and they began to camp at the foot of the mountain; However, it is difficult to collect firewood at the foot of this mountain, and the tartars gnawing on the dried meat are still waiting for the arrival of the grain and grass army tomorrow.

At night, the moonlight was hazy on the stone mountain, and the centurion Wo Hauge under the wolf tile sent a team of Tartars to try to attack Shiguantun at night, but the sentry guards with shimmering mirrors on the stone fort soon found a group of shadows under black pressure.

Wang Hu, who got the urgent report, hurriedly ran up to the fort wall with Qin Shi, and was about to command the sergeant to shoot at will, but was stopped by Lei Xiaoqing, who had already arrived, "Huzi, don't worry, our earth-shattering thunder hasn't been used yet, let them lean over,"

The lanterns in the castle were lit, the dim light shone on the castle wall, and more than a dozen sergeants ran out of the barracks with guns, and all of them climbed onto the fort wall.

These craftsmen are in Shiguantun, although they practice every ten years, they have always been regarded as strong laborers, which is the most regrettable thing for Wang Dali; The food on the mountain is getting better and better, but their bodies and bones are much stronger than last year, and it is not enough to throw the earth-shattering thunder to the head, but the distance is no worse than that of the sergeant.

Shaking the thunder unscrewed the back cover, pulled out the waxed fire rope, and put them in a convenient place one by one, the sergeants ignored the craftsmen at their feet, stretched out their heads to look at the faint mist outside, and quickly retracted their heads.

It was dark outside, and I couldn't see far, so I could only wait for the flag officer's order.

Qin Shishi, who was holding the glimmer mirror, leaned against the female wall, and while looking at the Tartar approaching outside, he counted in a low voice, "Three hundred steps, three hundred and fifty steps,......

When he counted fifty steps, that is, the distance of less than thirty steps for the Tartar to run to the gable, Wang Hu, who was listening carefully, shouted at the top of his voice, "Fifty steps ahead, three earth-shattering thunders per person, throw them at me,"

The gable was twenty paces from the stone fort, and thirty paces outside the wall was just where the Tartars were to pass; At the moment when the Tartar soldiers quickened their pace, a dozen sparkling earth-shattering thunderbolts were thrown down from the height; The effect of the exercise on weekdays is finally seen tonight.

"Boom, boom, boom," the earth-shattering thunder that exploded one after another, exploded a ball of fire, and the smoke was mixed with countless splashes of iron and gravel, and threw them down in three waves, and the Tartar knife hands who were about to climb over the wall were about to be blown up, crying and shouting and fleeing in all directions, and many Tartars were anxious, and they plunged into the vine grass and rolled down the mountain with a wail.

If no one finds them in time, the Tartar soldiers, who have been repeatedly stabbed by countless stingers, will probably be a black corpse tomorrow.

The earth-shattering thunder that smashed down from the stone castle wall was partly thrown around the Tartar soldiers, and about half was thrown under the low gable, which blew the stones apart, but Qin Shi was so angry that he hurriedly beckoned the craftsmen to stop; It's a waste, and if the gable is blown up again, it won't be an accomplice to the Tartars.

Fortunately, there are three earth-shattering thunders per person, and if there are more, it will open the way for the Tartar soldiers tonight.

Seeing that the Tartars outside retreated from the crossing, Qin Shi shouted directly, driving those craftsmen off the wall, let them carry things, don't add to the chaos.

The night attack failed, and the Tartars finally settled down and did not move again for a night; In the early morning, when the sky was slightly bright, a dozen unarmed Tartar slaves cowered along the mountain path and approached the top of the mountain.

These are slaves sent by the Tartar soldiers to collect the corpses, and among these slaves, there are not only Han Chinese, but also other nationalities, and even a few broken Tartar herdsmen.

For the corpses of the Tartars outside the gable, as well as a few wounded soldiers who were still moaning, they would not be polite to Qin Shi, and they had already sent someone to cut off their heads and make them together; This is a real military feat, and you can exchange some silver for it when you get it in the Gravel Fort.

However, before the first wave of Tartars climbed the mountain, a military order came from the hundred households in the stone fort behind, and the heads of the Tartars were not allowed to be cut off, and they were not allowed to cut them in the future, saying that it was inhumane, which made the four flag officers puzzled.

A military order is a military order, and if you don't understand it, it's just an execution, and besides, no one wants to get their hands dirty.

Seeing that there was no movement on the stone fort, the Tartar slaves bent down and ran quickly towards the wounded soldiers who were still panting, at the urging of the Tartar soldiers behind them; As soon as he walked within a hundred meters, he heard several gunshots in front of him.

"Peng, Peng," a few projectiles popped down beside the slaves, digging into the gravel floor, splashing a little smoke and dust; The intimidating shooting immediately made the slaves dare not move forward.

"Playing the white flag, playing the white flag can pull away the wounded," on the stone fort, a shout was heard in the distance, and after the sergeant with a loud voice shouted a few words, the stone fort fell silent again.

This is a strange trick that Qin Shi came up with, he doesn't want the tartars on the ground to be carried down the mountain like this, it's just too cheap for them.

Qin Shi's unintentional thought had a profound impact on the battle between the Tartars and the Ming army in the future; Even, sergeants who fly white flags on the battlefield, as long as they do not carry weapons, those who attack them will be punished by their superiors.

Everyone has a chance of being wounded on the battlefield, and this is clear to the sergeants on either side.

Soon, a wooden stick carried a dirty white robe rag, the wounded Tartar soldiers were carried down the mountain, and even the corpses and dead horses were dragged away, and there was still no movement on the stone fort.

The white flags that the slaves picked out for self-protection did not care about the Tartars who supervised behind them, and even the commander of the Collapse Wolf Commander under the mountain did not say a word when he received the report.

Perhaps it was the generosity of the stone fort that until the next morning, there was no more attack of hundreds of men, only sporadic attacks, which were dealt with with by a few shotguns.

The Tartars did not attack at dawn, it was a problem, there was no water under the stone mountain, and there was no water on the mountain, and people could still endure it, but the lack of water for the war horses was a big deal.

The Ming people, who pulled out the two captives, interrogated and learned that there was a stream in the back mountain, so a group of Tartar soldiers rode war horses and carried large piles of leather water bags through the workshop area that had been almost burned to ruins, and found a stream under the rock wall of the back mountain.

The craftsmen in the workshop area, in order to get water conveniently, planted Coptis trees on the path between the creek and the workshop, and the Tartar soldiers easily approached the creek.

A dozen Tartars were fetching water and horses by the stream, but no one saw them, and in a bush not far from them, a pair of alert eyes were watching them cautiously.

When the craftsmen and guards in the Tian family's workshop fled with the deacons, a young man in their workshop, that is, several craftsmen recruited from the gravel fort, the youngest of them, quietly stayed.

Liu Shuihe, a young man with a short dundun head, is a distant cousin of the herald Liu Tianguo, I don't know when, Wang Ziliang developed him into a spy in Shiguantun through Liu Tianguo.

Perhaps, in order to get a salary of one or two halves a month, or maybe it was for Liu Tianguo to give him the promise that he could take his family into Shiguantun to eat a full meal, a stonemason who was not good at words in front of people became Wang Ziliang's eyes in the back mountain, and even the precious letter whistle gave him a pair.

Xiao Ye's support for Wang Ziliang's intelligence is not very strong at this stage, but what he can give will not be ambiguous; Liu Heshui, who was hiding in a deep pit under the vine grass, was now wearing protective clothing, and his head, hands, and feet were tightly wrapped in strips of cloth, revealing only his eyes and mouth.

Cautiously with a large ball of green grass on his head, Liu Heshui counted the number of horses and horses of the Tartars thirty paces away, as well as the water bags on the ground, and then slowly squatted down; In order to dig this pit, he was stabbed into a coma by a stinger, and it was quite unpleasant.

The main task he left behind was to supervise the stone mills left behind by the three merchants, and although the workshop was burned down, the stone mills under the collapsed roofs would not be destroyed; By the way, the movement of the Tartars here is also informed of the mountain.

The news that the Tartars were fetching water in the back mountain was soon obtained by Xiao Ye, but he couldn't help it, the troops in his hands were too small, and it was painful to lose one.

Yesterday's half-day and half-night fighting, the ammunition consumption in the quarry stone fort actually exceeded half of the reserves there, especially the jumping mines, which were not used.

In the early hours of the morning, Xiao Ye personally took his personal guards and sent a batch of ammunition to the stone fort, which was already three percent of the stock in the arsenal, and there were less than forty mines.

The gate of the stone fort was closed, but there was a lot of stone accumulated in the fort, and the craftsmen began their work again after less than a day's leisure, constantly sending stock into the stone mills; Xiao Ye did not have the habit of letting the stone mill stop, and it was just right to ease the tension of the craftsmen.

The sergeant of the personal guard, Xiao Ye also left half of it in the stone fort of B, led by Xiao Liuzi; The team transporting ammunition returned to the Baihu House, but Xiao Ye stayed.

According to him, the quarry stone fort is the first line, and he must stay, as long as there are Uncle Wang and Wang Ziliang behind; Besides, if this stone fort falls, it will not be safe in the future, and there are all old and young military households there.

At noon, the Tartars at Shiguan were in a hurry, and the Ranel Thousand Households, who had been supplied with grain and grass, arrived with a long convoy. More than a dozen cowhide tents built on the rubble also appeared in Xiao Ye's telescope.

"Si, it seems that Tartar has a great grasp this time, and he has to spend a lot of money," Xiao Ye, who was panicked in his heart, forcibly suppressed Peng Peng's heartbeat, and looked at the movement under the mountain with an indifferent face, and had to admit that he was in big trouble this time.

"I don't know if Wang Qing and them brought the letter to Qianhu," Lei Xiaoqing, who was standing beside Baihu, said with a gloomy face, "If there are no reinforcements, as long as they are blocked under the mountain, within two months, we will be hungry and lie down,"

He said the truth, but it made a few flag officers on the side listen to it with displeasure, which side are you, and he deflated himself when he opened his mouth.

"Heizi is right, the grain on our mountain, plus the ones left by each family, is concentrated in 100 households, and the people on the mountain save some food, and the official Wang has calculated that he can eat for less than a month and a half, which is the carelessness of the official," Xiao Ye put down the binoculars and said in a deep voice.

"Fortunately, we still have water umbrellas, otherwise in less than three days, before the tartars hit the top of the mountain, we will die of thirst," there are now more than a dozen water umbrellas in Shiguantun, plus five in the stone fort, at least the drinking water is safe.

Originally, the autumn harvest of grain in the gravel fort was imminent, and he still wanted to hurry up to buy a batch of new grain, so he transported the grain hoarded on the mountain to Bailong Lake in large quantities.

"There are also projectiles and earth-shaking thunders, and the reserves are not very sufficient, but if they are released like yesterday, they will be sold out in less than half a month, and there will be less than fifty thunderbolts left," Xiao Ye, who showed off his family, turned his eyes slowly, and gradually became sharp.

"Tartar is in such a posture, obviously he will not let us go, only by guarding this stone fort, the relatives behind us will not be caught as slaves on the grassland, and they will not even be able to walk on the grassland," pressing the hunting knife on his waist, Xiao Ye regretted it a little, if the crossbow could still be produced, he would not feel panicked.

Firearms are good for him to know, but they are a bottomless pit when consumed.

In the future, the workshop on the mountain must be expanded, even if it costs money, and once the raw materials for crafting weapons are gone, the stone mill will not be reliable. Xiao Ye, who had secretly made up his mind, could only concentrate on guarding the top of the mountain first.

Xiao Ye had been busy last night, not only did he send his guards to each house to collect the grain, but also the chickens, ducks, cattle and horses were also pulled into the stone fort; He also went to the mill and turned all the raw materials stored in the stone mill into fire/gun pellets and took them out.

For the first time, in the screen suspended before the stone mill, the number of all items is zero. It's going to be hard this summer.