Chengbei Industrial Zone, top floor of the cigarette factory building. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Molotov, what's going on next?"

Shabahin stood in front of the window and looked out at the burning houses in the distance, the smoke billowing up, and his delicate face looked haggard.

"The nearby residents have been notified from door to door, but everyone who has a breath has retreated to the cigarette factory compound, where there are tall buildings and courtyard walls, which are easy to defend and difficult to attack, and should be able to support it for two more days." Molotov was a young mining engineer, one of the few intellectuals in the trade union ranks, and he was highly regarded by Shabalin.

"We have a lot of people here, but unfortunately we lack weapons and equipment, and there is not much food left, if the lord doesn't send people to rescue again, I'm afraid it won't last long." Shabalin sighed softly.

The young engineer, however, looked optimistic, smiled and said, "Who said we don't have weapons?" Pickaxes and shovels can kill enemies just as much as hammers, and I've developed a simple ****** that works well against the mobs. ”

Shabalin raised an eyebrow, turned back to him and asked, "What incendiary bottle?" ”

"It is to pour melted asphalt or coal tar into a bottle, then stuff it into a strip of cloth, ignite it and throw it out, and the sputtered oil is not small." Molotov went to the window, pointed to the courtyard downstairs and said, "You see, I have arranged for the female workers to collect bottles and scrap strips of cloth, melt the asphalt on the spot, and make this throwing weapon in batches. ”

Shabalin followed the direction of his finger, and there was an earthen stove in the center of the yard, two large iron pots, and the workers brought large pieces of asphalt from the warehouse and threw them in the pots to melt.

These natural asphalt are produced in asphalt lakes on the plateau and are used by locals as construction and road construction materials, because they are sticky and waterproof, can be used as a binder for cement as building materials, and asphalt concrete is also widely used in hardening pavement. The only disadvantage of natural asphalt is that the melting point is relatively low, and it is easy to be sunburned in hot climates, but fortunately, the temperature in the Northland Plateau is low all year round, so there is no need to worry about this problem.

Now that the asphalt was used to make weapons, the women first twisted strips of cloth soaked in lamp oil into wine bottles, scooped the asphalt from the pot with a wooden spoon and poured it in, and finally corked the bottle to make a suggested incendiary bomb.

When a female worker poured hot asphalt into a wine bottle, the bottle exploded, causing her to throw down the wooden spoon and run away.

"Don't put asphalt in glass bottles until it's cooled!" Molotov leaned down at the window and shouted, giving technical guidance in time, "Iron bottles are not good, it is better to use clay fired bottles, which are more resistant to high temperatures, and kimchi jars are also OK if the wine bottles are not enough!" ”

"You haven't slept all night, take advantage of the rest now, I'll go down and have a look." Shabalin patted Molotov on the shoulder, turned and went downstairs.

There was a bustling atmosphere in the courtyard, with women boiling water for cooking and making ammunition, while men opened warehouses and turned over boxes and cabinets, gathering all the useful supplies and transforming them into makeshift weapons with the skills they had honed over many years of working in the factory.

Someone cut a large piece of canvas, and sandwiched a layer of felt between the two canvases, sewing it into a simple cuirass, which can protect against cold arrows fired by the enemy, and also has a good defensive effect against slashing weapons.

There were also fellows who were good at carpentry, who transformed the work table of the cigarette factory—a rectangular wooden table six feet long and three feet wide—with metal components and torsion springs, into a ballista, which was erected on the courtyard wall and fired iron drills, and the first test shot pierced the goblin a hundred paces away as a chest and fell to the ground.

Five tiers of stairs were built around the courtyard wall with bricks, and workers put on improvised cuirasses and helmets to attack invading enemies with ballistas, and some stood at the top of the wall to light the fuses of improvised ****** and threw them with all their might. The burning bottle swirled and smashed on an orc, and the hot asphalt sprayed the green-skinned villain's body, burning so violently that he rolled on the ground without showing any signs of extinguishing, and in less than two minutes it turned into charcoal.

"Molotov's kid is really not busy in vain, this thing is quite smart, not much worse than 'Blazing Glue'." Shabalin nodded approvingly.

At this time, there was the sound of trumpets outside the courtyard wall, and the workers all showed nervous expressions, knowing that the enemy was about to launch a new wave of offensive.

Shabalin stepped on the brick stairs to climb the courtyard wall, only to see a large group of fat and strong bald monsters running towards this side, all of them with green faces, fangs and yellow skin, and a big club in their hands, a group of ogres.

Shabalin knew that ogres were by no means comparable to goblins or orcs, and if they were rushed in front of this group of fierce and strong guys, they might not be able to stop it with only a wall, so they hurriedly made a spell casting gesture and opened a wall of fire outside the courtyard wall, and only the road leading to the courtyard gate was unobstructed, tempting the ogres to attack from the front.

The Iron Golem "Big Peter" and the Coal Golem "Big Ivan" are like two tall door gods, guarding the gate of the courtyard, raising their fists to beat those ogres who try to break through the gate, and at the same time falling into the siege of the ogre, frequently being beaten with big sticks, coal dust and iron filings continue to fall off, and within a moment the body is already scarred.

Occasionally, one or two ogres took advantage of the golem's failure to react and forced their way through the blockade to break into the yard, and a large group of workers were waiting in front of the door, picking up pickaxes and hammers and rushing up to beat them to the ground.

Standing in front of the courtyard wall to watch the battle, Shabalin noticed that more and more ogres were gathering in front of the door, so he remotely controlled the coal golem to spew out the gas stored in his belly, and then took out his wand and shot a scorching ray in front of the door.

The fiery red beam ignited the gas, and a violent explosion immediately occurred outside the courtyard gate, and many ogres were killed and injured by the explosion, and the place was bloody and messy. Seeing this scene, the workers guarding the courtyard wall cheered in unison, threw incendiary bottles, fired crossbow arrows, and worked together to repel this wave of war scouges.

"The ogre has escaped! We won! ”

"Haha! Those scoundrels have suffered enough and dare not come again! ”

"There are the golems of Shabalin, and Molotov's incendiary bombs, how many monsters come to die!"

Hearing the excited cheers of the people, Shabalin secretly smiled bitterly. In fact, the situation is far from being as rosy as people think, the wand in his hand has exhausted the last of its energy, there are few spells left in his own preparation, and the two golems, which are the mainstays of the defender, are scarred and may be completely scrapped at any time, in contrast, the enemy will send more and more powerful monsters to counterattack every time it is repulsed, and Shabalin has to worry about how to deal with the next predicament.

The enemy counterattacked faster than he expected, and the three-headed two-legged dragon flew in this direction, circling over the cigarette factory building.

Shabalin pushed the frame of his glasses and looked up at the dragon, and was surprised to find that the birds of prey were each clutching a wine barrel and throwing it at the roof.

"What do they want to do? Could it be ......" Shabalin's face changed dramatically in a flash, and he directly opened the "arbitrary door" and teleported to the top floor, pulling Molotov and jumping from the window without saying anything. (To be continued.) )