When a large bucket of well water was poured on his head, it took another minute or so to slow down; Hu Biao had some attention in his heart, and it was an organized language.

Immediately, he first shouted out of his mouth: "Old Yang, how is the situation of the defense line on the left and right flanks." ”

"One dead and one wounded on the left, two dead on the right, and by the way, also shot and wounded a few Tartars; The situation is not too good, but it is estimated that it will be able to withstand it in the next round. ”

Yang Dongli, who had just trotted around and hurriedly checked the situation, replied with this in his mouth.

After answering, he also took off his helmet and iron mask, and plunged his skull into a bucket of water to make himself happy.

Otherwise, he felt like he was about to suffer from heat stroke.

It can be regarded as letting go of Hu Biao, who was a little worried, and then shouted loudly:

"That's good! The tartar is not made of iron, but it looks like it will be ready to rush again after a little rest; Take advantage of such a time to hurry up and bring our carefully prepared meal to these grandchildren.

Then hurry up and go to the kitchen to eat a bowl of noodle soup, and even if you die, you will be a full ghost.

Also, Wolf Qing, you retreated from the arrow tower, and the lethal effect of archery is not as strong as smashing a can.

When the time comes, everyone will pay attention, and the two will fight together as a group; One smashed the jar, the other held a shield to protect it, these Tartars' bows and arrows were too accurate, and if they shot them like this, no matter how thick the armor was, it was useless. ”

"Good! Be sure to let these tartars enjoy our feast well. ”

After pushing Ah Li's intention to bandage a wound on his neck that had been lost and bruised, Xu Feng replied like this.

The main reason is that he has been shot with a lot of arrows on his body, and even if he has iron armor to defend himself, he still has a number of small wounds all over his body, and he really thinks that the small wound on his neck is easy to deal with.

Anyway, in a word, it's a dead fight with the Tartars.

When the blood is drained, or when the wound is fatal, when to stop.

After the shouting in their mouths stopped, Xu Feng and Huang Yizhi rushed into their living room quickly, and soon carried out a big basket together.

In the baskets, all of them are clay pots filled with fire oil, lime powder and other sundries; When this thing is ignited or smashed, it is much more powerful than a simple stone.

At the same time, the others were not idle, and carried out one basket after another.

It's just that the contents are different, in addition to the jar filled with lime and fire oil, there are also some good things such as ten thousand enemies.

After carrying the defensive materials into place one by one, everyone took turns to go to the kitchen.

Even when the fight was most intense outside, Zhang Xiuniang, who was carrying the child on her back, was still among them, preparing this breakfast for everyone.

So in addition to noodles, there are also options such as steamed buns and rice porridge.

It's just that these delicious foods, after everyone eats them in their mouths, have no taste at all; It's just a matter of forcibly filling your mouth with food and trying to swallow it.

This method is not for Hu Biao's mouth, jokingly 'being a full ghost'.

It's that they don't know how long such a bloody battle will last, but they must have enough physical reserves.

There is nothing wrong with this kind of thinking.

But the old birds were okay, some rookies were eating and eating, and after not knowing what they remembered, they suddenly couldn't help but vomit.

As a result, after vomiting, he continued to eat with the bowl......

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The time is about half past eight in the morning and what it looks like in the morning.

After half an hour of rest and dry food, a new attack by the Tartars began.

By such a time, a scorching sun had risen, although it was at least seven or eight degrees away from the hottest time of the day.

But the sun shining on the body in armor still makes people quite uncomfortable.

As in the previous attack, the Tartars were still in a formation with shields in front and archers behind; The difference is that the Tartars who originally carried dirt bags are now equipped with all kinds of cold weapons in their hands.

At the same time, in order to better defend against the attacks of bows and arrows, bird guns and three-eyed guns on the piers, some shields have one-handed shields in their hands; It was replaced with a large shield made of a large trunk and temporarily tied.

In addition, in the hands of the Tartars, there are some ladders that are not much longer than the modern plane herringbone ladders.

The workmanship of these ladders is very inferior, and many of them are even slightly tied with ropes or vines.

But who called the platform of Suifeng Dun, after adding the earthen wall, the height is not very high.

As long as the Tartar side set up a simple ladder, with a little bit of strength, they can easily jump over the earthen wall and successfully jump into the wind pier.

It is estimated that it is precisely after thinking of such a point that the hearts of the Tartars are full of confidence.

It is thought that at most, it is only a cup of tea, and the battle here will be completely over, and the end of Nikan will come immediately.

It's just that when their battle formation has been moving forward, all the way to a distance of about a hundred meters below the pier.

A loud gunshot rang out on the battlefield, taking the lead in breaking the peace between each other, and also slapped the confident Tartar in the face first.

It was the bird gun in Lao Hei's hand, and after squinting his eyes for a long time, he finally pulled the trigger on his fingertips.

In the midst of the loud gunshots, a steel bar, carefully polished and fitting well to the barrel, hit a large shield tied with a tree trunk.

As a result, the thick trunk of the bowl was actually pierced by Lao Hei's shot.

The steel head that was still alive was directly on his face before the tartar holding the big shield of trees in his hand didn't react.

In an instant, after penetrating the trunk of the tree, the head of the steel began to roll up, and the face of the tartar was full of flesh.

Of course, there is a reason why it can achieve such a powerful killing effect.

It's all because of the gunpowder that Lao Hei filled in the bird's gun, not only is the amount enough, but the quality is also quite good.

Although the granular black powder brought by Yang Dongli had already been used up in the previous battles and training; But as long as you know the principle of granular gunpowder, it really doesn't have much difficulty to make.

As for the principle, there are at least ten otaku among the netizens, and they can all be said to be the first in this regard, that is, the operation is a little worse.

However, if you experiment a few more times in private, you can slowly get started.

Therefore, the gunpowder they bought from Loess Fort had long been processed into granular gunpowder with more stable properties.

Today's old black inside the barrel surface, but the filling of granular gunpowder exceeds the normal standard by 50%, and a guy is naturally powerful when he goes out.

As for the danger of doing this, as a former PLA, of course, Lao Hei is very clear, and the question is not that there is no way? If you don't fill it with enough gunpowder, you won't be able to penetrate the tortoise shell of the Tartar.

In short, I can only hope that this one is said to be Yang Dongli, carefully selected in the warehouse.

It looks like a thick barrel, and it is impossible to support his toss like this, and it will never blow up, but I hope to carry it for a while.

It should be explained that this Tartar who was put down by Lao Hei with one shot is actually the most elite white-armored soldier among the Tartars.

The kind of top fighters who are also very few in a bull record.

Seeing that this white-armored soldier was so wrongfully shot and killed.

Don't say that Fu Chaheng's Niu Lu is true, it is Bai Yintu, the third-class viscount of the Tartars, who saw the scene of the white-armored soldier falling to the ground, and he was a little distressed.

Because even in his army, counting his guards, the total number of white-armored soldiers is only about sixty.

Which one, not the elite that can only grow up in years of combat and training.

Under the huge depression, they could only comfort themselves, although this high-quality bird gun of the Ming army was very large, it could be reloaded very slowly.

By the time the Ming army bird on the pier was reloaded, they were afraid that they were about to rush to the bottom of the pier......

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