"Special! Why won't the damn sun set?

And God forbid, there must be no moon tonight, preferably no stars, and as dark as it gets, I'll make it as dark as I am.

If so, I will definitely get you a pig's head to make offerings when I go back~"

I don't know how many times it has been, after looking up at the bright sun in the sky, the little brother of the cook, Fan Zhu, prayed sincerely again.

Corn, who was sitting next to him at the time, heard the rookie's affectionate prayer.

didn't laugh at each other, but very understandingly, he found a pack of Huazi and a box of matches from a small bag hanging on the left waist pole.

After lighting one for himself, he slapped the remaining cigarettes and matches into the other person's hands.

I hope that in such a way, I can relieve the other party's extremely nervous emotions.

Saying! In fact, I don't blame Fan Zhu, this serious chef from New Oriental will have such an unbearable performance as he currently has, but their current situation is not how optimistic.

The current time, judging by the position of the sun in the sky, is just over five o'clock, and there is at least one more hour before it gets dark.

Counting the battle that began at noon, it was only four and a half hours since it began.

But in the past four or five hours, those Jin soldiers took the initiative to attack from the very beginning, trying to snatch a piece of battle from the Song people who were weak in their eyes.

In the back, he began to suffer huge casualties, gradually hesitating a little, until he became timid.

But under the drive of the cavalry, the number of times they had to attack hard-headed was as many as eight times.

It was calculated that there was an attack in about half an hour, which means that the last battle did not end for long, and the next attack began again.

During the short period of recuperation, even Hu Biao and these old birds failed to recover their strength, and at such a time now, their physical strength was seriously consumed.

Naturally, don't talk about some rookies like Fan Zhu.

Now he even feels that the little thing of standing up and peeing is quite difficult.

Boy! The guy now took off the steel helmet from his head and threw it around like garbage, his hair drooping, his little face was blue, and his lips were white.

It's like being ten strong men, just a round.

It seems that the sincerity has reached the limit, and even the last bit of physical strength has been squeezed out.

In the following time, Fan Zhu put a Huazi in his mouth with trembling hands, but it took more than ten consecutive strokes to ignite the Huazi on his mouth.

As a result, after taking a heavy sip, poor Fan Zhu coughed violently.

It's not that this thing doesn't smoke, but in the first two attacks, a panting Jin soldier rushed to the edge of the mountain, and was stabbed in the chest by Fan Zhu.

But Fan Zhu was under the continuous battle at that time, and his whole body was as weak as cotton.

So the shot that stabbed out was also powerless; After piercing a piece of leather armor on the opponent's body, it didn't penetrate much at all, so naturally there was no way to kill this opponent.

On the contrary, under the pain, a one-handed axe came out of his hand, which was smashed at Fan Zhu.

Even in Hu Biao's explanation, he needed to take care of the corn in the battle, and in an emergency, he smashed the shield in his hand and smashed the golden soldier to the ground.

Fan Zhu's chest was also hit firmly, and the shiny heart goggles were smashed out of a small pit.

The man quickly got up, and in annoyance, he pulled out a simple knife from his waist and slashed the golden soldier more than twenty times.

With a face full of wind and frost, he only stopped when he cut it to a pulp.

But he suffered a lot of internal injuries at that time, and he would cough without saying anything when he moved a little bigger, and even when he was coughing and coughing, he spit out a mouthful of blood in his throat.

The half of the cigarette in his mouth was directly dyed red.

Miraculously, this Huazi cigarette has not been extinguished.

It is precisely because of this that Fan Zhu, who vomited blood, smoked again, 'ba-da, ba-da~', so that the cigarette full of bloody smell continued to linger in his mouth.

On the one hand, he really needs to use tobacco to relax his nervousness and prevent him from doing something stupid.

For example, throwing down his weapon, like an ostrich with his head buried in the sand, he hid in the pit of the anticline like the women, and did not lose his face at all.

On the other hand, compared to the experiences of many people, he is still relatively lucky.

Even if they kept peeling off the armor from those Jin soldiers who died in battle, they put it on their bodies, so that Liu An and the others had at least one piece of iron armor.

Some people are even in the iron armor, and they also wear a leather armor to give themselves strong protection.

But in battle, although equipment is very important, it is not a panacea, it is nothing more than to make the number of dead and wounded in each battle in the battle slightly less.

Until now, don't look at the rookies under the care of the old birds, not a single one has died in battle.

However, 32 of the officials and male musicians were killed in the battle, 11 were seriously wounded, and less than 30 were left with injuries.

Therefore, for the result of just spitting out a mouthful of blood, Fan Zhu was not dissatisfied.

Besides! After spitting up a mouthful of blood, he felt more energetic......

******

After smoking the cigarette that even the butt of the cigarette was stained red, Fan Zhu finally felt that his emotions and spirits were lifted a little when he spit out the cigarette butt heavily.

The tired whole body seems to have a trace of strength.

It's a pity that such a beautiful experience didn't last for three seconds.

Suddenly, there was a warehouse manager who was on guard, and there was a broken voice in his ears: "Old Hu, those grandchildren are planning to come up again." ”

"Everyone is ready to fight, and the concubine will go and choose the stronger and more daring of the women to throw bricks."

After hearing this, Hu Biao, who was lying on the ground like a big word, trying to recover his strength, jumped up from the ground and shouted so loudly in his mouth.

Under such an order, everyone grabbed the weapons they had at hand and got up.

And when he hurriedly grabbed the helmet full of sweat and put it on his skull, Fan Zhu, who was a rookie, hesitated a little, and then proposed a sentence in his mouth:

"Old Hu, why don't we use explosives bags?"

After hearing such a sentence, everyone immediately looked at Hu Biao with expectant eyes after being shocked.

In order to motivate everyone's morale, Hu Biao said once that as long as they held on until the evening, everyone would sneak away by diving; The good news that explosives packs can be used in this mission will naturally not be missed.

An hour ago, Wolf Qing and the other three finally made those explosive packets.

Because there are only 3 bags of 60 kilograms of old-fashioned potassium nitrate fertilizer, and according to the most classic recipe, 75% potassium nitrate needs to be added to each serving of gunpowder.

After all the materials were used up, they made a total of 45 kilograms of black powder.

It's just that the purity of these materials is not too high, and in order to ensure the necessary lethality, each explosive package is made into a size of 5 kilograms, and there are only 9 in total.

However, with the knowledge of Jin Bing's dirt buns, where have I seen this kind of explosive bag.

Even if they weren't blown up, they could be scared to death.

It means that as long as these nine explosives bags are used, it will be easy to support them until dark, okay?

However, in the face of such a tempting suggestion, Hu Biao didn't know what came to mind in his head, and after being silent for a while, he still said:

"Don't use it yet, keep it~"

"The surname is Hu, Lao Tzu XX you OO~"

Even if he knew that Hu Biao had chosen this, he naturally had plenty of truth in his heart; But after hearing such a news, Fan Zhu and other rookies couldn't help but greet this dead street in their hearts.

In the end, 7 more people were killed and 5 were seriously wounded, and after two battles, it finally got dark.

In the case of Fan Zhu silently begging all the gods and Buddhas, tonight is really a dark night without moonlight and starlight, and he can't see his fingers......

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