Holy Monday Eleventh Watch

All the people in Baijiabao were mobilized, and even more than a hundred officers and soldiers under Cheng Xu also joined the action, demolishing the rockery garden in the backyard and demolishing the pavilion and corridor in front of the bookseller.

In Baijiabao, there were two more empty courtyards where Xianjia missiles were placed.

Under the command of Bai Gongzi, a large group of people carried large blocks and had a lot of fun playing with building blocks.

It's a pity that Li Daoxuan didn't see the grand occasion of hundreds of people playing with building blocks, otherwise he would have been happy for several days.

Finally, the construction of three Xianjia missiles was completed.

Bai Gongzi completed his mission and was driven back to Gaojia Village by Bai Kite, not allowing his one-and-a-half-old child to stay on the battlefield.

Gao Chuwu and Zheng Daniu brought them hundreds of plastic cannonballs, each of which was as long as two people stacking Arhats, but it was not a stone, but a hard plastic, although it was large but not heavy, and a few villagers could easily lift the "cannonball" and stuff it into the barrel of the missile launcher.

The white kite personally commanded a large group of villagers and healthy women to practice the action of "loading ammunition", and the Xianjia missile could fire eight shells in a row at a time, and each shell needed a group of people to be responsible, so it was necessary to prepare eight groups of people, and three missiles needed to prepare twenty-four groups of people.

It would take more than 100 villagers to accomplish this feat of reloading!

They must practice skillfully and move quickly, so that the reloading time of the Xianjia missile becomes as short as possible, so that they can be more confident when facing the thief army.

As a result, a hundred people kept rotating around the missile launcher, practicing the loading maneuver repeatedly.

Cheng Xu stood aside and watched, and that strange feeling rose in his heart: This is a big drought, these villagers keep carrying big and heavy shells in circles, they must be hungry fast, how can they be willing to listen to your arrangement?

He was thinking about what he didn't have, when he saw the Bai family housekeeper come out with a group of family members, who were carrying a few large baskets, and each basket was full of fine white-flour steamed buns.

The flour used in this steamed bun is good at a glance, white and tender, and the steamed bun is not stingy at all, all of them are big and sincere.

The housekeeper shouted loudly: "Master Bai has an order, eat steamed buns and then continue to practice......

The villagers surrounded with a "bang", one person and two steamed buns grabbed in their hands, and bit hard, and a huge crescent moon shape was bitten out of the steamed buns, and the cheeks bulged high and squirmed, and the speech became slurred: "Hmm...... It smells so good...... Delicious......"

"Hmm...... It's good to do things for Master Bai...... Enough to eat."

When Cheng Xu saw this scene, he couldn't help but froze: Mother, you white kite actually dare to feed the villagers? My soldiers don't dare to eat like this.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at his soldiers, the regular heavenly soldiers of the imperial court, and now they were all staring at the steamed buns in the hands of the villagers and drooling.

Cheng Xu could only let out a long sigh.

He understands that the life of military households is very hard, and the imperial court has not paid military salaries a few times in a serious manner since the Wanli period.

In order to appease this group of soldiers who have followed him for many years, Cheng Xu even paid out of his pocket a few times, which made him feel quite painful.

"Bump!"

A large basket was placed in front of Cheng Xu, filled with white-flour steamed buns, and the Bai family steward smiled: "General Cheng, these steamed buns, give them to your soldiers."

Cheng Xu's spirits perked, I came here to eat a big family, and waved his hand to his subordinates: "Eat, don't be polite to Master Bai." His ancestors had a prefect and two county orders, and he was very rich, and he couldn't eat him. ”

The soldiers were overjoyed and surrounded with a bang, their black hands grasping the snow-white steamed buns, and grabbing a black handprint.

But this is a trivial matter, the black handprint is the black handprint, anyway, it is my own hand to catch the black, according to the food, it is too fragrant, I can't help but lick my hand after eating, and lick the black hand a lot white.

Early in the morning of the second day, as soon as it was dawn, the sentry cried out in a loud voice: "The thieves are coming, the thieves are coming down the mountain." ”

"Empty, empty!"

The sound of knocking on the bamboo tube sounded in the sky above Baijiabao.

Bai Kite and Cheng Xu appeared on the corner tower for the first time, and the two looked at Huanglong Mountain in the north together, only to see a large number of thieves on the hillside, slowly descending down the hillside.

This time, the scale of the thief army is much larger than last time.

Cheng Xu only glanced at it and said, "Three thousand!" At least three thousand! This time, Luochuan did not stick to the mud and Yichuan Zuo Hangzi came together. ”

The last time he heard the news that these two people were coming together, Cheng Xu was still scared half to death, but now that he sees them coming, he is not afraid, this is probably because "all fear comes from lack of firepower", as long as the firepower is enough, he is still afraid of a hammer, and grandma has long been forgotten by him to the clouds.

He gestured with his hand to the hillside and said with a heaval, "Almost, they're already within range of the missile." ”

The white kite said, "Huh": "Have you walked in?" ”

Cheng Xu: "Mr. Bai, you have the ability to measure the distance with your eyes, and you have to learn hard from our soldiers." ”

The white kite brushed the ground and shook off the folding fan, revealing the word "gentleman" on it: "This skill has nothing to do with the six arts of the gentleman, it doesn't matter if you don't learn it in school."

Cheng Xu: "......"

Damn, I want to hit him, but now is not the time to hit him.

Cheng Xu turned around and yelled at the villagers who had just taken their places: "Prepare to launch a missile." ”

As soon as the villagers heard the order, they immediately began to take action. This is the case with untrained trash troops, whoever has the loudest voice can command.

The white kite didn't mind Cheng Xuyue snatching the command of his villagers on his behalf, so he stood on the city wall with his hands in his hands, looking into the distance, looking at the thief army slowly descending on the hillside.

The thieves are descending the mountain.

If you don't get mud, you are scolding: "His mother's Baijiabao, there are only a few hundred people, and he actually let Lao Tzu plant a big heel, and Cheng Xu, the waste inspector, is actually angry, isn't it just with a few broken trebuchets and a few broken giant ballistas."

Zuo Hangzi said: "This small family fort, where did you get so many siege weapons?" ”

"I don't know, I still want to ask." ”

Zuo Hangzi turned around and said in a low voice: "Lao Lu, tell me how to deal with it?" ”

A bandit turned out behind the left hanger, who was actually wearing armor, and it was the signature cloth armor of the Ming army, with a knife around his waist and a Kaiyuan bow on his back.

Everyone only knows that his surname is Lu, he is a border soldier, and he has fought many battles with the northern homeless, but no one knows his full name, after all, the rebellion in these years has to be pseudonymized, so as not to affect the relatives.

Lao Lu laughed and said: "They are wary of us attacking from the north, trebuchets and giant ballistas will face the north, after we go down the mountain, they will divide the army into two, left and right around Baijiabao, do not stick to the mud and the two big brothers, each lead a one, from the east and west sides of the attack, their siege weapons are inconvenient to turn around, and they can't care about the left and right." ”

Don't get mud and the left hanger is happy: "Good strategy, or a soldier knows how to fight better." ”

As soon as the two of them said this, they heard their subordinates shouting: "Huh? Something flew over? ”

/。 Zero Point Chinese Network]/