In the next two days, the Tartars, who were already very impatient, no longer tried to consume the projectiles on the mountain, and a group of Tartar soldiers with fierce faces, under the scolding of the centurion, held thick wooden shields, swords and guns at the same time, and under the cover of bows and arrows and three-eyed fire systems, they rushed to the bottom of the mountain wall many times, and they had a place to stay.

The gable is twenty steps away from the stone fort, and the distance that can be crossed in a few breaths has become the focus of contention between the two sides, and the casualties of the sergeants on the stone fort have appeared frequently. At this distance, the wolf's tooth arrows shot by the horn bow, even rusty iron arrows, can also pierce the sergeant's head.

Even though Xiao Ye took out all the protective clothing, the cold corpses in the corners of the more than a dozen fortress walls still indicated that the fall of the stone fort was only a long time.

"Peng, Peng Peng," Uncle Kun, who was standing beside Xiao Ye, shot a round of six-law projectiles one after another, holding the revolver fire/gun and leaning against the inside of the female wall, letting the arrows swishing overhead fall under the fort wall in an arc.

Xiao Ye carried the crossbow and shot a short arrow at the bottom, and was about to hide shortly, click, a very fast eagle arrow, spun and hit the chest, piercing the battle jacket; If it weren't for the protective clothing on his body, he would have died under the arrow.

With a low snort, Xiao Ye threw himself under the female wall and threw the arrow aside.

Like Xiao Ye, there were several blacks on his chest, and when he looked at the arrows on the ground, anger suddenly appeared on his dark face, "Damn, this is the standard arrow of our Ming Army, why do you have it in your hand?" ”

"Hehe, your kid's eyes are very poor, I found out the day before yesterday," Qin Shishi, who was intermittently shooting fire/guns not far away, snorted disdainfully, "Those merchants, as long as they give money, can sell anything, just carved arrows, it is estimated that it is a private goods that thousands of households are upside down,"

Xiao Ye ignored the discussions of a few guys around him, these days, every time it gets dark, he has to grit his teeth and send the flag officer to lead the team, go out to the gable, and force the Tartars guarding there down the mountain; No, it's going to be dark again.

"Lord Baihu, it's my turn this time," Seeing Xiao Ye looking up at the sky, Qin Shishi squatted over with a smile, and stretched out his dirty big hand, "Give me a few more projectiles,"

The sergeants guarding the fort wall, by this time, had less than twenty rounds of ammunition in their hands, and the magazines discarded on the ground were empty, and there were not even many wolf's tooth arrows for the Tartars.

Fortunately, Uncle Kun was careful, and sorted out all the scimitars, horned bows and arrows that Xiao Ye couldn't look down on before in the warehouse, even if Xiao Ye wanted to throw himself into the stone mill, he stopped him; Otherwise, they wouldn't have enough weapons to fight the Tartars in close combat.

Looking at Qin Shi with an expectant face, Xiao Ye smiled bitterly and took off a magazine from his belt, which was full of sixty rounds of projectiles, which was his last ration, and all of them were handed over to this guy.

"Save a little, the last one," he wouldn't have taken out the last projectile if it weren't for the too many Tartars left on the gable side tonight; Tonight is the ninth day, and tomorrow may be the territory of the Tartars.

"Oh, I understand, this time I must drive the Tartars far away," Qin Shishi took the magazine in surprise, waved his hand and led his brother down the fortress wall; Although each person could not divide six pellets, ten revolvers/guns, if they were fired in the same way as spears, would be powerful enough for a tartar to drink a pot.

Soon, in the dim twilight, there was a thud from the gable, and then crackling fire/gunfire exploded like firecrackers; Xiao Ye, who had a tired face, didn't even have the heart to laugh and scold Qin Shi because he still had the earth-shattering thunder hidden in Qin Shi.

In the past three days, the sergeants, under the leadership of the flag officer, have fought with the Tartar soldiers many times in close combat, this kind of fighting method of killing 1,000 enemies and self-inflicting 800 losses has reduced Xiao Ye's combat effectiveness by almost half, excluding the wounded, and the corpses in the corners of the fort wall have increased by more than 20.

In many repeated battles, the vicious triangular army/stabbing and hunting knives made the Tartar soldiers suffer a lot, and they were even unwilling to fight with the sergeants, which made the stone castle worthy of remaining in Xiao Ye's hands.

But, tomorrow, all this is going to change, and the endurance of the Tartar leader should be at its limit.

"Perhaps, it's time to go," Silent touched the fire/gun in his arms, Xiao Ye didn't need to look to know that there was no projectile in the fire/gun, but it was not even as good as a wooden stick.

The passage under the stone wall of the back mountain has now been opened, but the retreat to the ruins of the workshop will be doomed if it encounters the Tartar cavalry. And the hiding place of Xiao Ye's plan is the mountain to the east of the back mountain.

A path was opened along the creek into the depths of the forest, where it would cost a lot of money to hide even if the Tartars pursued it; Of course, when it really got to that point, Xiao Ye could only break the net.

"Tong, Tong, Tong," In the heavy footsteps, Xiao Liuzi, who had a medicine belt wrapped around his head, ran over with a solemn expression and squatted in front of Xiao Ye, "Baihu, the sergeant who went to explore the way, met with Liu Shuihe,"

"Oh, what's going on at the Backhill Workshop?" didn't bother to look at the fight on the other side of the gable, Xiao Ye's eyes widened suddenly, but looking at Xiao Liuzi's expression, it wouldn't be much better.

Pressing his somewhat dizzy head, Xiao Liuzi beat his spirit, "It's all destroyed, all the houses were burned by the Tartars, but fortunately, the three stone mills were not taken away, and they were all buried in the fire,"

"That's good, that's good," he muttered, and Xiao Ye decisively ordered, "Inform Wang Ziliang, in case of accidents, tonight, remove the women and children from the mountain first, and bring more dry food,"

When Xiao Ye persuaded Mei'er and Lina, who came to visit, to go back, he secretly explained that he asked them to step up the preparation of biscuits and food in case of emergency, and this time it was time to evacuate.

Xiao Liuzi answered, and was about to leave, but was pulled by Xiao Ye, "Don't worry, let's go and see the stone first, this guy won't stop if he doesn't pick some sharp heads,"

Even if he was forced to evacuate the stone mountain at night, he would have to teach the Tartar a profound lesson, but he still had to take the sergeant to hold on to the mountain for a few days, and the time was not too tight.

At the gate of the stone fort, in the gap between the staggered stone pillars, in the gap where only one person can pass through, under the light of the lantern, a sergeant is catching the scimitars, bows and arrows that are constantly being passed in from outside, and stacking them on the ground.

Dozens of intact and broken scimitars, a pile of arrows, Xiao Ye looked at the captured loot, although there was a faint smile on his face, his heart was bitter and tight; I didn't think in advance of the stubbornness of the Tartars, so the sergeant could only pick up these weapons to fight the enemy, which was still short-sighted.

Just when Xiao Ye was about to abandon Shiguantun and escape into the dense forest with the soldiers, five carriages from the direction of the Xilong River and along the avenue quietly approached Shiguantun.

Huang Changzu, who received Huang Fugui's pigeon letter, finally helped his brother to become a righteous brother, plus Huang Fugui's connections in Gravel Castle, took the secret letter and went to meet with Wang Chongli, the king of a thousand households.

Wang Qing, who had been trapped in the gravel castle for seven days, received the notice of Huang Fugui's men, and immediately rushed to the Huang family's shop with his manpower.

Huang Fugui was very careful, not only personally sent them out of the fort gate, but also the axles of the five carriages were coated with grease, and the original creaking axles were completely devoid of the harsh sound.

The five carriages were loaded with grain, saltpeter, and fierce fire oil and stones given by Huang Fugui, although they were two-horse-drawn carriages, they also encountered trouble when crossing the Xilong River.

There was little rain this year, but the amount of water in the Xilong River was still not small, and the overloaded wagons could not pull it across the river at all.

Five sturdy men, in order to transport the goods across the river in good condition, could only rest and resist the passage one by one; In order to cross the river, they spent most of the day.

After crossing the Xilong River and walking less than a mile, Wang Qing was surprised to find that the newly planted Coptis trees on both sides of the road had been uprooted, and once the saplings were gone, the vines and grasses on both sides of the road began to spread to the road.

After jumping and scolding for a while, Wang Qing had no choice but to take the lead in taking off the clothes on his body, wearing only wide trousers (underwear) with a bare back, wrapping the legs of the two horses and tying them with trouser belts; Under his leadership, the four sergeants made bitter faces, contributed their clothes, and held their horsewhips naked, after all, some people did not wear trousers.

Carefully sitting on the carriage, driving the car to Shiguantun, along the way, Wang Qing loudly told his brothers that in the regulations for the reward of sergeants of hundreds of households, there is a clause for those who have made significant contributions, and the reward is negotiable, and priority is given to the promotion of flag officers, which is what Wang Siguan himself said.

As long as they can pull these five carts of supplies back to Shiguantun, isn't that a major contribution, Wang Qing's words suddenly made the eyes of the four sergeants shine a little, although they didn't say it, but the whip in their hands was more diligent.

When the carriage approached the workshop area of the mountain behind Shiguantun, the sky was already dark, Wang Qing estimated the distance, took out a letter post from the package, and vigorously blew out three short and two long signals in the direction of Shishan as agreed; This whistle that could not blow sound, he blew it several times in succession.

When he went to the gravel fort, Wang Ziliang handed over the whistle to Wang Qing, but he didn't give him earmuffs, but only explained how he blew it a few times, and he had to hand it back immediately after returning to Tunli. A few simple letter posts, he only remembered two grains and saltpeter, and forgot all the rest.

The signal sent by Wang Qing was not only heard by Liu Shuihe, who was hiding near the workshop in the back mountain, but also by the heralds in the castle on the stone mountain, as well as the heralds who were on the castle wall.

After the transit, the news was quickly informed to Xiao Ye; Xiao Ye, who was watching the sergeant count the captures, was stunned for a while, and then asked faintly, "Is the material that Wang Qing brought back food?" ”

"Like, there's saltpeter," the herald Liu Aimin said uncertainly.

The Tartar soldiers who were entrenched outside the low gable wall were suddenly attacked by Qin Shi and them, and they went down the mountain with their heads and faces, and the retreating flag team made Xiao Ye's expression move quietly. Perhaps, this is the last chance.

The stone fort, which had been silent after dark as usual, quietly stirred, and the sergeants and craftsmen began to dismantle the triangular pillars and remove these obstructions; The large piles of rock, which were piled up outside the stone fort, were also transported to the mill by wheelbarrow.

It seems that the B-shaped mill is going to start returning to normal use overnight.

The stone pillar at the gate of the fort hadn't been cleaned up much, Xiao Ye had already drilled out, and his figure appeared on the stone road, taking Xiao Liuzi and Liu Aimin to run to the No. A mill castle with all his might, and even the fire/gun on his shoulder was thrown to Qin Shishi.

"Summoned Liu Shuihe, immediately contact Wang Qing, transport the materials to the workshop area, immediately clean up a stone mill, put all the materials into the stone mill as soon as possible, how to use Wang Qing understands," while running on the road, Xiao Ye issued an order loudly.

Although it is not clear why Baihu is so excited, the herald Liu Aimin still tries to maintain his speed, and after hearing Baihu's military orders clearly, he stops and begins to blow the letter whistle frequently.

After blowing this military order, Liu Aimin continued to follow the footsteps of Baihu.

There were horses in the quarry stone fort, but the gate of the fort had been sealed so that it was impossible to walk the horses, and in the anxious night, I would rather run back to the mill than wait there to clean the fort gate.

Liu Aimin, who was easy to catch up with hundreds of households, heard the roaring voice of hundreds of households again, "Aimin, tell Wang Ziliang that immediately let Wang Si arrange sergeants, send more people, go down from the back mountain to find Wang Qing, and start work immediately,"

With the news of Liu Aimin's letter whistle, when Xiao Ye ran out of breath to the stone fort of No. A, there were already sergeants under the leadership of Wang Dali, who followed the rope from the fort wall to the stone wall, and went down to more than a dozen experienced craftsmen.

And Liu Shuihe also received the military order, and immediately got out of the hiding place and touched the avenue outside the workshop.

Standing on the avenue leading to the gravel fort, soon, catching up with Wang Qing's convoy, Liu Shuihe, who was playing with fire, raised his arms high, and slowly leaned forward under the muzzle of five revolver guns, "Wang Qing, is it you, Brother Wang Qing, I am Liu Tianguo's cousin Liu Shuihe,"

If he hadn't known that the Tartar soldiers would not come out at night, Wang Qing would not have shouted so loudly when he was killed.

Hearing Liu Tianguo's name, Wang Qing and the others were obviously relieved, as the heralds of the hundred households, the treatment one by one was comparable to that of the guards, and they couldn't envy it.

"Brother Liu, what are you doing here," although he breathed a sigh of relief, Wang Qing obviously did not relax his vigilance, and asked loudly, clicking on the gun/gun head.

"There is an order from 100 households, your convoy will go to the workshop immediately, and the Wang priest will arrive immediately," slowly approached, in the faint light, Liu Shuihe looked at the five slippery coachmen, and suddenly smiled with a blushing face, seeing that Wang Qing's eyes in front of him were not good, so he didn't talk nonsense, and said simply, "Hehe, come with me,"

Shaking his hand and throwing away the burned fire, Liu Shuihe lit another one, and led the convoy to turn to the fork in the road, along the road paved with gravel, into the workshop area that had been burned to ruins by the fire.

The convoy stopped in front of a courtyard at the foot of the mountain, and six men cleared the collapsed courtyard gate out of the passage, and just as they brought the carriage in, Wang Dali and they hurriedly found them.

The craftsmen behind Wang Dali were still carrying a person, and it was obvious that this unlucky fellow had been stabbed by a poisonous stinger and could wake up after two hours in a coma. But when the time came, it was time for him to return to the mountain, which was a trip in vain.

Wang Qing's embarrassed appearance, Wang Dali was also amused when he saw it, but when he saw the wrapping on the mule and horse's legs, his eyelids trembled, and he quickly took off the smock on his body, and only wore a single shoulder on his upper body, "Take it, put it on quickly,"

The other craftsmen also made up four shabby overalls, so that Wang Qing and them could cover their bodies. Taking out the package he was carrying, Wang Dali handed it to Wang Qing.

After taking the somewhat heavy package, Wang Qing opened it, and there were five earthy yellow protective suits stacked inside, which Wang Ziliang temporarily requisitioned from the heralds, otherwise the five of them would not be able to return to the top of the mountain from the back mountain.

The other craftsmen also held five pairs of sturdy thick cowhide boots in their hands, and they were also given to Wang Qing; So, Wang Qing and the others finally had cold khaki trousers and steady boots.

More than 20 people worked together to clear out the masonry and timber that were pressed on and around the stone mill within ten paces, tied two pack horses, and the stone mill began to work normally; Bags of saltpeter were smashed into small pieces, and the craftsmen skillfully sent them into the grinding eyes.

When the craftsmen began to be busy, Liu Shuihe took Wang Qing to the side, and after careful inquiry, he hid in the dark and reported the name and quantity of the goods to the hundred households again.

Xiao Ye, who was panting, hurriedly ran back to the stone fort, didn't bother to look at his wife, took the wind lamp in the hand of the guard, and plunged into the mill of No. 1; Tonight's actions are related to the life and death of Shiguantun, and also to his future fate.

When the hundred households returned to the hundred households, the hurried figure made the uneasy military hunters suddenly confused, and guessed the whereabouts of themselves and their families uneasily; The news that Wang Dali sent people to prepare to go down the stone cliff has spread all over the tunli, and even the two craftsmen of the Tian family did not dare to close their eyes all night, for fear that they would be missed in the end.

However, the hundred households did not issue an order to evacuate, and the families of the military households were still huddled in the military shelter and waited, waiting for the terrible urging.

Walking into the mill, Xiao Ye raised his eyes to look at the lit up, and saw that there was no number displayed next to the fire/gun above, so he could only stare at the beads in a hurry.

Wang Ziliang came to the door of the mill with a herald, stretched out his head to look at the hundred households inside, waved his hand to let the herald wait outside, and walked slowly into the mill under the watchful eye of his guards.

"Lord Baihu, there is news from the back mountain, Wang Qing brought back this time, there are grain, saltpeter, fierce fire oil, and some stones," Wang Ziliang made a simple report, and saw that Baihu was still stunned to look at the rough wooden roof, sighed secretly, and quietly retreated.

Wang Ziliang's words, Xiao Ye heard clearly, and at the moment when the scholar walked out of the mill, a crisp voice came from behind him, "Tell Uncle Wang, all, all the goods are disposed of, and nothing is left, he understands"

"Okay hundred households," Wang Ziliang replied without looking back, after dawn, he didn't want the end of those goods, rather than end up in the hands of the Tartars, ruining it was the best way.

Wang Ziliang, who didn't know the inside story, although he was distressed, still asked the herald to immediately send the military order of the hundred households to Liu Shuihe in the back mountain.

The B-shaped stone mill that can handle six or seven thousand catties of stone every day is not difficult to deal with for the goods of these five large trucks, and a group of skilled craftsmen soon sent all the saltpeter and fierce fire oil into the grinding eye; The wooden barrel that was filled with the fierce fire oil was also dismantled and sent into the stone mill, so that not a drop of the fierce fire oil was wasted.

However, when pouring grain into the stone mill, Wang Dali was obviously reluctant, as early as last year, there were craftsmen who put grain into the stone mill, and the result was that there was no slag at all.

But since Baihu has issued a military order, he must not want to leave the Tartars; It's a pity to look at the heavy grain, Wang Dali still made up his mind, "Hurry up, throw all these grains into it, and not a single grain of wheat will be left for the tartars."

When the surprisingly sunken stones were also sent to the stone mill, it was close to the early hours of the morning, and Wang Dali and the others, with their red eyes, dismantled the carriage into wood and threw it all into the stone mill.

The last remaining ten mules and horses, Wang Dali, who was ruthless, was worried, when Liu Shuihe walked into the courtyard, "Wang Si, Baihu asked me to take these mules and horses away, I have to go to the gravel fort,"

"Oh, that's good, that's good, if it's left to the Tartars, even if it's a dead horse, Lao Tzu doesn't want to," Wang Dali muttered, waving his hand to let the big guy hurry up and bury the stone mill with the collapsed adobe bricks again, and clean up the traces.

When it was darkest before dawn, Liu Shuihe rushed to the Gravel Castle; Wang Dali led people to climb the rope from the stone wall of the back mountain, and returned to the Hundred Households, and the path that was temporarily opened up in the gap between the vines and grasses would not be covered by the crazy poisonous weeds and soft vines in a few hours.

Shiguantun Hundred Households, Xiao Ye, who was anxiously blistered at the corners of his mouth, finally waited for the long-awaited picture.

In the No. A mill, boxes of earth-shattering thunder were counted out by Xiao Ye, and before they had time to move away from the platform, they were carried to the door by the guards, directly loaded on pack horses, and led out of the stone fort, and immediately transported to the quarry.

Xiao Ye, who was frightened by the lack of projectiles, quickly exchanged all these raw materials for firearms and ammunition; Fire/gun projectiles, revolver fire/gun projectiles, jumping thunder, the whole box rises from the platform in front of the stone mill like a flowing water.

The fire/gun was carried out of the mill by the guards and sent to the warehouse for storage, and all the matching projectiles were loaded into trucks and transported to the quarry stone fort.

The flag officers and sergeants guarding the stone fort B, seeing the craftsmen pull a cart of iron boxes into the fort gate, suddenly the depressed atmosphere was swept away, and in the stone fort, bursts of low shouts sounded.

"Boom, boom," after dawn, when the impatient Tartar soldiers rushed up the stone mountain, and stepped on the thunder in the middle of the mountain, Qin Shi, who was standing on the stone fort, laughed loudly in their hearts, this time the hurdle encountered in Shiguantun should be able to pass.

They were accustomed to using fire/guns, and as long as they had plenty of pellets and earth-shattering thunder in their hands, even if the Tartars were still throwing stones indiscriminately with trebuchets, their waists were much harder.

For the first time, the sergeants who lined up in a neat line, although there were large boulders flying overhead from time to time, but today they could already walk out of the gable, standing at the end of the mountain road and looking at the Tartars attacking on their backs, and the three rows of fire/guns were scattered, and the muzzles of the guns were connected in a line in an orderly manner, and they fired in unison.

Just yesterday, the sergeants, who had lost their pellets, clumsily wielding their scimitars, fought with these Tartars for their life's content, and those comrades who were slashed and slain screamed before they died, and their fallen heads and broken bodies were something they would never forget.

Today is the tenth day of the Tatar attack on Shiguantun.

Listening to the gunfire that broke out again on the stone mountain, the Tartar soldiers who retreated from the mountain in embarrassment, the two centurions under the stone mountain looked at each other, and the centurion Wo Haug standing behind them, from the small movements of the wolf twitching his ears, it was already seen that the centurion had signs of retreating.

However, these are not Xiao Ye's concerns, unless the Tartars bring artillery, and the overall situation in the quarry stone fort outside has been decided.

What he is most concerned about now is the picture floating in front of him; Just when the last two boxes of rear-loading guns appeared on the platform, there was chaos in the picture, and the twenty-two grids on the booth suddenly changed.

Maybe it's the problem of those stones, oh no, it should be unknown minerals, that makes the booth in the stone grinding picture gradually fade.

In a picture with a hint of blue light, there was an empty blue-gray color, just suspended silently above the head, waiting for Xiao Ye, who was dry-mouthed, until the picture changed, then he sighed. Outside the mill, it was already dark.

In the picture, the booth is divided into four, four beautifully decorated small doors, an iron gray small door on the left side of the upper part, and two scarlet square characters are written on the door railing, "Military Products,"; A small iron-gray door on the right side of the upper part, with two golden italics written on it, "Civilian products,"

The lower two small doors, also iron gray, were bare and unmarked, and a faint earthy yellow smoke wafted over them.

What worries Xiao Ye the most is that the two stone mills and the lattice of books are gone.

Okay, people can't be too greedy, Xiao Ye quickly turned around and looked at the two small doors seriously.

When Xiao Ye silently read out the word military products, the small door on the left slowly opened, and a long catalog of items appeared inside, with 12 items in front of him, which he was very familiar with, but when he continued to look at it below, it made him smile crookedly.

Not to mention that the crossbow appeared in the catalog again, the short arrows in the box could be taken alone, as long as the raw materials were sufficient.

What made him even more satisfied was that the two projectiles of the fire / gun could also be taken separately. These items are marked with the ingredients needed and the quantities that can be taken out and used; At the moment, he couldn't get anything.

"Iron, copper, tin, lead, tungsten, wood" items behind the different raw materials, Xiao Ye some recognized, some did not understand, but he didn't care about these, Wang Dali's craftsmen would find these raw materials for him. Even if you can't find it, aren't there still those merchants?

According to the number of raw materials reported by Liu Shuihe, it was estimated that Shi Mo was greedy for half of the raw materials this time, although Xiao Ye was dissatisfied, but now he even owes no time to be depressed.

Further down the catalogue, there is a large blank space with nothing on it.

The names of the raw materials that had appeared briefly before were finally stably marked on the back of the items, and although Xiao Ye was a little incomprehensible, he finally had a clue; Moths that saw the light were much luckier than headless flies.

Looking at the small door marked "civilian products", after Xiao Ye opened the door, behind the 9 items in the catalog, the raw materials needed were also written separately, and further down were more spaces.

After a rough glance, Xiao Ye, who was about to turn around and leave, suddenly shook his body, hey, what's the matter, there are 9 kinds? Isn't there 8 kinds?

Shaking his somewhat dazed head, Xiao Ye's eyes widened, and he found the ninth item, "Canned, what's it?" ”

When he unconsciously pronounced the word can, the picture changed, and a square iron box appeared in front of him, a pair of big hands stretched out, and used a sharp knife to pry open the iron box, revealing a large gray and white thing inside, which made Xiao Ye inexplicable.

After being stunned for a moment, seeing that the picture turned back to the catalog, Xiao Ye glanced at it fixedly, and didn't care, anyway, there was a number marked on the back of this can, take out a few and take a look at it first.

"Canned, come ten," as his voice landed, a countdown appeared on the line of contents with the words canned, "Sixty, fifty-nine, fifty-eight......"

After the countdown is cleared, the platform before the stone mill is lowered; When the platform rose again, ten neatly stacked square iron boxes quietly appeared in front of Xiao Ye's eyes.

stepped forward, Xiao Ye, who was full of fatigue, grabbed an iron box, turned it up and down a pound, turned around and called Xiao Liuzi, "Come, Xiao Liuzi, open it and see what the use is,"

Xiao Liuzi ran in from the door, took the iron box in the hands of Baihu, looked around over and over, didn't find the opening, pulled out the hunting knife on his waist, and stabbed it on the iron box, and he was not afraid of stabbing his hand.

"Squeak", in the cutting sound of sour teeth, the tip of the knife picked up the thin iron sheet, revealing the gray lumpy thing inside, Xiao Liuzi picked out a small piece with the tip of the knife with a bitter face under the signal of Baihu, stretched out his tongue and licked it, but he couldn't taste anything.

The cautious little Liuzi, out of the corner of his eye, found that Baihu's face was unhappy, so he ruthlessly put this small piece of things into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and still couldn't taste it.

"Baihu, this thing doesn't taste good, it's like, like," Xiao Liuzi thought hard, "like fried noodles without salt," his voice was not high, but it made Xiao Ye next to him, his eardrums suddenly boom, and there was a hint of surprise on his face.