Under the power of money, Zhang Ang and the little man were arranged to bake bread. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It's hot by the stove, and the work is very hard, but it's much better than the work like delivering food on the city wall, and it's even better than the cannon fodder that was put on the city wall, I don't know how much.

Although Zhang Ang was not very good at baking bread, the little man was very skilled, and he seemed to be very shrewd, so Zhang Ang learned to do it according to the gourd painting scoop, striving not to make any mistakes, and was caught doing dangerous work such as delivering food.

From evening to midnight, Zhang Ang and dozens of gang leaders did not know how much bread they baked, and they were all too tired to look good before they were allowed to rest.

And from early morning to night, the British attack never began, but they kept gathering this army, constantly strengthening the camp, and preparing the equipment.

The city was not idle, the walls were lit up all night, and every few short sections there was a squad of city guards on guard. There were also countless people who toiled endlessly, carrying soil and pushing stones, sealing the city gates and strengthening the city defenses.

Zhang Ang was leaning against the wall outside the boiler room and sleeping soundly, when suddenly, a loud noise shook the mountain and woke him up.

Then another sound, then another.

It was the sound of boulders thrown by catapults hitting the walls, and the British attacked!

Zhang Ang looked around, it was not yet dawn, and there were people running around with torches, most of them with panic and fear on their faces.

The fat man with a shiny face who was in charge of the firehead army also jumped out, knocked on an iron pot with a stick, and shouted and ordered: "Okay, okay, the fight has already started above, don't let me be stunned one by one, hurry back to work, do what you should do, let our brave soldiers have a hot breakfast!"

The great stove was blazing again, and a plate of dough went in, and a plate of hot bread came out, and it was cut into pieces, put into a basket, and sent to the city wall.

"Knock!", "Knock!", "Knock!", ......

One after another, the dull sound of smashing kept coming, like a hammer smashing into everyone's hearts.

The camp was on the diagonal back of the city wall, some distance from the city gate, and it was a relatively safe place, but some sounds still put a lot of pressure on everyone, and often someone shook his hand, and things fell to the ground.

The bombardment of the catapults did not stop for a moment, one after another, and there was no shouting of killing from the top of the city, only the dull bombardment shook everyone.

By noon, the city's catapults began to fight back, and the sound of the crashing of the wood, the trembling of the ropes, and the whistling of the stones flying out of the stone continued to reach everyone's ears.

As time goes on, everyone slowly gets used to it, and when they rest, they should squint for a while, and those who should snor also snored as usual.

After a night of silence, the next day, at dawn, the tragic siege began.

The shouts and killings on the city wall were one after another, all kinds of screams, roars, shouts, and cries, one after another.

Those hellish voices kept coming into Zhang Ang's mind, and he couldn't help but want to escape from it all.

James is feeling a little worried now.

He was an experienced English spy who, with great difficulty, evaded repeated raids by the police and the muskets, and began to carry out the mission assigned to him by the above.

With his unremarkable martial arts strength and clever mind, he managed to sneak into the Huotou military camp at the north gate of Paris after spending a lot of money with some effort and a lot of money.

Although he was placed in a difficult oven room, he was confident that he could find an opportunity to complete the task.

It's just that the stupid boy who was assigned to him made him a little worried, this stupid boy knew at a glance that he didn't know anything about the world, and he would do whatever he wanted, and he would do a good job in the boiler room.

I'm afraid of doing something wrong, so I just learn to do it myself, but he likes to follow him, go to the toilet together, and always rest and sleep next to him, so he doesn't leave any private space for himself, so that he can't carry out the task as he wants.

If it weren't for the murder that would expose himself, I really wanted to kill this annoying stupid boy.

After a day of fierce fighting, at night, the British offensive stopped. On the high city walls, groups of soldiers were collecting corpses, treating the wounded, and repairing the city walls.

The people in the boiler room have also been busy all day, and they are tired, and now they are lying in the corner of the wall and falling asleep.

After squinting around and making sure everyone was asleep, James gently lowered the head of the silly boy next to him off his shoulders and ran out of the boiler room on tiptoe.

Holding his breath again, he dodged the patrolling guards and sneaked into the pastry room next door.

The pastry room was densely packed with bags of flour and tables with tables of noodles, and some dough was left on the table.

It's time to rest and sleep, and there's no one in the pastry room.

James didn't even look at the flour bags, and threw himself at a row of huge tanks on the edge of the house, which was the largest storage of water in the entire camp.

The north of the city is not close to the Seine, and there are no wells, and the water in these tanks is brought from a distance.

James fumbled around his arms, took out a long bag, carefully opened a small opening, and was ready to pour the colorless poison inside into the water tank.

"What are you doing?"

Suddenly, a voice with a little curiosity suddenly appeared in his ears, and the bag in his hand fell in fright.

When I turned around, I realized that it was the silly boy.

"Are you poisoning?" the silly boy said again.

There was no way, James thought to himself, his eyes glaring, and a thin dagger slipped into his hand.

Reflexively, it was a stroke that went straight to the throat of that silly boy.

"Dang!"

At some point, a steel sword appeared in the stupid boy's hand and blocked the blow.

James knew that things couldn't get any better, and if he couldn't kill this stupid boy in a short time this time, he would be dead.

Without hesitation in his hand, the dagger struck like a poisonous snake, and attacked the stupid boy directly.

Unexpectedly, this kid's swordsmanship was very solid, and he constantly blocked his attacks.

But fortunately, that kid's strength is not strong, if there is enough time, he should be able to kill him, thinking of this, the speed in James's hand increased again.

The swing of the dagger stabbed faster, and then the faint light of fire outside the window, Zhang Ang was very fortunate to resist.

Suddenly, he had an idea and shouted, "There are spies here! He wants to poison them!"

The opponent's attack was even more crazy, Zhang Ang had already been hit several times in a row, but fortunately he was protected by gold silk soft armor and did not hurt the vital point.

After a few more frenzied exchanges, the door between the pastries was kicked open, and a fat man with a shiny face broke in.