wide on one side and narrow on the other, four or five spears were ready for battle; And Jiannu can only climb from a ladder, that is, he can only come up one at a time, and he was stabbed and stabbed before he could gain a stable foothold, and he was at an absolute disadvantage.

There are also brave Jiannu who climb to the top of the city, and can even occupy a small area. But soon under the surging siege of the Ming army in the city, he was beaten down into the city, or the corpse was on the city.

It's time for the final blow!

Xiong Tingbi, under the strict protection of his own soldiers, has been observing the offensive of Jiannu, and commanded the entire defense of the city with the banner golden drum.

When he saw that Jiannu's ladder hook ladder had basically been used, and there was not much backup, he knew that the time had come for a big counterattack.

Looking up at the horizon, the sun had changed color and changed to the name "Sunset". Let the blood and fire burn fiercely, end this fight, and shatter the enemy's dream of breaking the city!

The flags danced, the drums of war rumbled, and the curtain of the great counteroffensive was opened.

As the clock ticked by, the cannon fire on the city stopped, as if it had run out of ammunition. This gave the old slave and the others endless hope, and they all stared wide-eyed, hoping that this was the prelude to the destruction of the city.

Boom, boom, boom, boom....... roar resounded through the city.

The Franc machine and tiger squat cannon that had been loaded and cooled all opened fire, pouring thousands of projectiles into the Jiannu under the city.

This sudden and violent bombardment caused heavy casualties among Jiannu's archers, and the arrows fired at the city stopped.

The gunners in the city quickly changed the guns and continued the bombardment as fast as possible, inflicting continuous casualties on Jiannu and covering the rapid movement of the Ming army in the city.

As soon as the cannon stopped, countless Ming soldiers appeared and threw the bottles and cans in their hands towards the city, some of which still had flickering sparks.

Boom, boom, hoo, hoo...... Countless fires erupted under the city, such as fire pots, gunpowder cans, shochu bottles, thunder, or explosions or burning, and the flames and flashes of light turned the city into a big stage of fire and light.

That's right, there is also shochu, a high level of sake that can be lit.

By the time of the Ming Dynasty, the technology had matured and consumption had become widespread. Because of its high degree and ability to light it, it is called "shochu" or "fire wine".

Especially in the north, spicy shochu is popular because of the climate. It feels like a bladeless axe, and it is also called "burning knife" by good drinkers, and the workshop that makes shochu is called "burning pot".

In terms of burning pots, it should be regarded as the ancestor of the well-known second pot head at home and abroad. Although it can't reach the 65 degrees of the second pot, there are still 50 degrees up.

This is Zhu Youxiao's "alcohol test" in his later generations, tasting the pot of Jingshi, and came to a more accurate conclusion, with an error of no more than two degrees.

To be honest, Zhu Youxiao doesn't like to drink high alcohol, and he was known as the "beer king" in later generations. But when I tasted it fresh during the "micro-service private visit", I paid attention.

In ancient times, firewood and oil belonged to the most basic means of arson, and fierce fire oil was the king, especially in the Song Dynasty. Like a fierce fire oil tank, it is a bit of a flamethrower in later generations.

However, the raw material of Menghuo oil is oil, which was relatively scarce in ancient China. Only in a few places such as Yan'an in Shaanxi Province and Jiuquan in Gansu Province have primitive collections.

With the popularization and development of gunpowder, fierce fire oil, which had a small source, gradually declined in the Ming and Qing dynasties. The fire tank, a weapon with the rudimentary form of a flamethrower, is rarely recorded.

But from Zhu Youxiao's point of view, gunpowder is no problem for firearms, but arson is still a little worse. Look at that Molotov cocktail, one piece at a time, it can also burn tanks and armored vehicles!

Of course, there is no gasoline, no thickener, and the combination of soju and sugar is still much worse in the end.

But no matter how useful it was, Zhu Youxiao handed over the design of it and the pine cannon to Jinyiwei and brought it to Xiong Tingbi.

What can be thought of, can be used, Zhu Youxiao threw it out, you can watch it, just keep it.

And Xiong Tingbi also figured it out, whatever he had, just use it.

After experimenting, he thought it was okay, so he searched for all the soju and sugar in the city, and made more than 1,000 incendiary bombs from bottles and cans.

Anyway, it was the money and materials from the Quang Ninh warehouse that were spent, and it was also the people who contributed. If he defended the city and mentioned such two words in the war report, knowing that it was his own craftsmanship, then the emperor would not know how happy he was!

Of course, Xiong Tingbi didn't pin all his hopes on these incendiary bombs, and the fire pots were all taken out, ready to be used together in the final counterattack.

Obviously, the effect of such a mix is surprisingly great. Even if the shochu bottle does not burn immediately when it hits the ground, it will soon be ignited by other sources of fire.

The flames burned under the city in clusters, and then spread rapidly, caused by gunpowder, soju, and rockets fired from the city like swarms of fire crows.

Under the stunned gaze of the old slave and the others, the city almost turned into a sea of fire, in which countless soldiers tossed, jumped, stumbled, and howled.

The ladders and hook ladders smoked and caught fire one after another, and Jiannu could no longer climb the city.

Even without the old slave ordering Mingjin, the siege troops under the city had been forced to retreat by the fire and could no longer continue the siege.

The city's artillery roared and arrows fired, chasing down the retreating enemy.

The excitement and excitement of victory inspired every soldier in the city, who roared and shouted, brandishing their weapons at the fleeing enemy.

The fire burned fiercely and quickly, and it didn't last long.

But what does it matter, Jiannu has been defeated, there are no siege equipment, their cavalry shooting, their ferocity, in front of the tall and majestic city walls, it seems so insignificant.

Beneath the city, ladders, hook ladders, and some shield carts were still burning, making occasional clicks and rattles. Boom, a ladder was burned and smashed to the ground, splashing countless sparks and disappearing in a flash.

Smoking and burning siege equipment, blackened walls, toppled and destroyed watchtowers and towers, and a disgusting scorching smell wafted through the air.

Everywhere there were bloody corpses in various forms, as well as broken knives and guns, and scattered arrows, which were as miserable as hell in the light of the setting sun.

The old slave looked into the distance as if frozen.

The defeated Jiannu regrouped not far away with fear and panic, but it did not attract the old slave's glaring and scolding, as if he didn't see it.

Suddenly, the old slave did not say a word, and went away with the sound of his hooves.

"Collect the troops and return to the camp." With a gloomy face, the Great Beledeishan gave the order in place of his father Khan.

Mang Gurtai let out a "hey", and vented his anger in front of his father Khan, "Xiong Manzi, I will definitely cut you with a thousand knives to avenge the warriors of Jianzhou." ”