In the west city of Handan, which was originally a granary, now it has become an arsenal, and there are more than a dozen houses near the west, the doors are open, and the soldiers are trotting out with a jar of things.

Kang Lesheng walked a few steps, lifted the seal on the altar, and suddenly a pungent smell came, he dipped it with his fingers, put it on his hand, and looked at it carefully.

"Chief of Staff, if I'm not mistaken, this is oil, right?"

"Hahaha, good eyesight, it's indeed oil."

Kang Lesheng frowned, Li Dingguo said that he had a clever plan, it didn't look like a lie, but what did it have to do with the black liquid in front of him!

"Chief of Staff, I vaguely remember that someone used oil to cook rice, you don't want to give the Tartars a fire attack, do you?"

"Clever!" Li Dingguo said with a smile: "Regarding the record of oil, the first recommendation is "Mengxi Writings", and Song Yingxing and Song Daren's "Heavenly Creations" refer to many of Shen Kuo's achievements. I was also lucky enough to see a description of the nature of oil in the palace, this thing is lighter than water, can float on the water, and after ignition, black smoke billows out, blocking the view, it is very beneficial for us to defend the city, I think it is a wonderful thing to win! ”

Kang Lesheng was also very keen, thought about it, and said with a smile: "The chief of staff thinks wisely, I don't think it's as good as this, so he threw the oil from the water gate, followed the moat to the middle of the tartar, and then raised a fire to light it and burned the tartar!" ”

"Heroes see the same thing!"

They were all full of action, and the soldiers carried out 500 jars of oil. This is already half of the oil in Handan City, and the Ming Dynasty has not yet had the ability to drill and produce oil. Twenty miles away from Handan, there is an artesian oil zone, and the number is not much. At first, the common people did not know what this black liquid was for. It was all gone, and later someone found out that the oil could burn, so it was used to make fires and cook. However, the taste of oil is not good, and many people are not used to using it.

After Li Dingguo entered the city, he was personally responsible for mobilizing the people, and found oil in one person's house, and Li Dingguo was suddenly like a treasure. He immediately ordered the entire city to be pooled with oil.

When it was finally time to show their skills, the soldiers came to the water gate with the oil, and the oil in the jar fell down. Suddenly floating on the water, following the river, slowly flowing eastward.

Goo-doo, goo-doo!

The soldiers moved faster and faster. and all the five hundred jars were poured out. A black oil stain appeared on the moat, stretching for thousands of meters, slowly flowing forward. Li Dingguo's eyes looked into the distance with the oil stain, and a sneer gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth!

……

"Kill, rush!"

Another wave of Tartars rushed up, this time all the Mongolian soldiers from the Ordos Department, as the guards of Genghis Khan's mausoleum, the Ordos Department has many praises: for the wings of the mammoth falcon. For the escort of the chariot, for the wisdom of fortitude. It will be like a white room on the mountain, a dedicated guardian and so on.

Since Tiancong was attached to the Tartars in the ninth year, the Ordos Department was organized into six banners, because it was located in the rich Hetao region, the Ordos Department was very strong among the Mongolian tribes, and this time the number of people and horses entering the customs reached 60,000. Second only to the Korqin tribe, which is most closely related to the Tartars.

The arrogant Mongolian Tatars did not look at the Anguo army at all, and the small Handan, as long as the army of hundreds of thousands passed, it could be flattened, and they all held back their strength and wanted to settle with one drum.

With the sound of horns, the Mongolian Tatars rushed towards Handan, and the dense crowd filled the sight, and their shouts of killing were everywhere. The guns rang out incessantly, and the Tartar fell to the ground, but soon more and more were made up, as if they could never be killed.

The corners of Li Shutai's mouth, who was supervising the battle in the back, gradually showed a smile, he didn't care how many Mongols died, as long as he could break through Handan and win war merits for him!

Ladders were erected under the city walls, and ant-like crowds poured upward. On the head of the city, ash bottles and cannons, rolling wood and stones kept falling, smashing the Tartar ghosts and howling wolves.

A stone can hit a string of tartars, they screamed in pain, fell down the city, and even injured their companions, and even hit their heads together, and suddenly a thousand peach blossoms bloomed!

However, as the so-called hundred secrets are sparse, the Tartars are too many than the Anguo army, and they still poured into the city, and the brutal hand-to-hand combat began.

The Mongols are a new force, Genghis Khan's empire is a memory that these people can never forget in their hearts, this time into the Central Plains, they also want to restore the glory of Genghis Khan, so they are particularly desperate.

Both sides raised their bayonets at the head of the city, shouting for killing.

An Angolan soldier's bayonet plunged into the chest of the Tartar, and he rushed forward with all his strength, holding the Tartar firmly against the battlement. This tartar was also extraordinarily tenacious, clutching the bayonet tightly, and his hands were covered with blood, but he did not relax.

At this time, a tartar rushed up from under the city, and when the soldiers of the Angolan army could not draw their swords, he stabbed a sharp sword, and the blade pierced through the gap in the armor, just into the abdomen. The soldier's facial features were distorted, and the pain was extreme.

The tartar smirked and sliced open his abdomen vigorously, as if victory was at hand. The soldier gritted his teeth, rushed forward, put his left hand around the Tartar's neck, and his right hand around the other, and the three of them hugged each other, fell to the bottom of the city, and together they fell into a patty.

The soldiers of the Anguo Army are constantly sacrificed, and the Tartars are also rapidly attrition, but this kind of confrontation is obviously not conducive to the Anguo Army, which is at an absolute disadvantage in numbers, and the Tatars don't care, they are surging in, and it is clear that they want to flood Handan with a sea of people.

Borsu is the Taiji of the Ordos Department, among the younger generation of Mongols, brave and good at fighting, was selected into the Mongolian Eight Banners, this time became the vanguard of the attack on Handan, he was loyal to the Tartars, rushed to the front.

"Warriors, take Handan, add officials to the knighthood, His Royal Highness the regent is generous, give me a rush!"

Borsu was screaming, suddenly felt bad, he hurriedly threw himself into the pile of dead bodies, but it was still a little slow, the shell exploded, and a splash of shrapnel hit Borsu's buttocks, and a piece of flesh was cut off in two or two, and suddenly blood was like a pillar, and Borsu grinned in pain.

This guy is worthy of being a loyal minister of the Qing Dynasty, even if he is injured, he does not retreat, he tore off a battle skirt, wrapped it around his buttocks, and continued to charge forward with smoke and fire.

When they finally reached the moat, more than two dozen Tartars had already slaughtered the city, and there was a bloody battle going on there. With a shield in one hand and a steel knife in the other, Borsu wanted to go to the city to fight in person.

He had just walked to the center of the moat, and suddenly a black liquid flowed from the left hand side, Borsu was stunned for a moment, stretched out his hand and dipped a little, looked left and right, he didn't know what it was, it was like oil, but it was pitch black, could it be that the Anguo Army was going to play some tricks?

While he was thinking wildly, three Tartars fell down from the city one after another, and Borsu saw that the battle was raging, and he had no heart to think about these strange things. As long as Lao Tzu rushes into the city, do you care about any conspiracy!

Borsu climbed the ladder up the wall and immediately joined the warband, not caring about the black stuff on his trouser legs.

"Kill all the Tartars!"

"Don't let Minggou go!"

The two sides screamed fiercely, rushing forward desperately, the blades ping-pong, and the sound of miserable howls and pains was endless. Borsu slashed at the arm of an Angolan soldier with a knife that was more than half a foot long, and the soldier was dripping with blood, and the soldier almost fainted in pain.

Borsu hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to kill him with a single sword.

"Ah, help, it's on fire!"

"Fire!"

Borsu was taken aback, he looked up and saw no fire at all. Just when he was stunned, he suddenly felt a hot feeling in his back, and he hurriedly turned around, and he was suddenly frightened.

The oil went down the moat and gradually circled most of Handan, and Li Dingguo sent special people to watch the oil flow over. The long distance, the flames of war, want to ensure that the fire is almost inevitable at the same time.

Fortunately, there are hot air balloons in the Anguo Army, and the soldiers who are watching everywhere see the oil flowing over, so they wave small flags at the hot air balloons, and after they are all ready, they will give Li Dingguo a signal, and then Li Dingguo will give a unified order, and the soldiers everywhere will light it together.

The soldiers gritted their teeth, and the eyes of the Tartars could burst into flames. How many brothers have been killed by these animals, let them taste the burning of the fire now.

Wrapped in brimstone, the blazing rockets aimed at the moat and shot out almost at the same time. Immediately, the oil was ignited, and the flames instantly jumped more than a foot high.

The cotton armor and battle skirt on the Tartar's body were all flammable, and they burned instantly when they hit the fire. There were also Tartars with firearms and gunpowder, which were even more deadly.

The fire raged, the gunpowder on their bodies was ignited, and one by one they were blown apart, and even the bodies could not be found.

The Tartar ants were attached to the siege of the city, and there were at least two or three hundred ladders on the city wall, and the fire was burning, and none of these ladders could run, and the Tartars on them were either burned to death or fell to their deaths. Even if they were lucky enough not to die, in the face of the fire, they all showed desperate expressions.

Since ancient times, they can't figure out how a good moat can be burned!

Li Dingguo at the head of the city laughed proudly, let's let them be fools! Li Dingguo secretly laughed in his heart, this fire had at least three or five thousand tartars enveloped in it.

Bolsu saw the blazing fire, all the Tartars on the city lost their backbone, but the follow-up was weak, and the Anguo army rushed up at once, and many Tartars were ruthlessly slaughtered.

Borsu could only retreat from the city, but as soon as he stepped on the ladder, the tongue of fire licked up, his pants were stained with oil, and the lower half of his body suddenly burst into flames. The guy screamed in pain and fell to the ground, and the fire consumed him instantly.

Since ancient times, water and fire have been ruthless, although there are still tens of thousands of Tartars who are preparing to attack the city, but when they saw this fire, they were immediately scared to the point that they no longer dared to rush forward. Even if there is a warlord, they would rather face the Devil's Head Knife than face the fire!

"Mingren knows witchcraft, let's run!" (To be continued......)