"It doesn't burn out when exposed to water?" Xiao Yuanshan's eyes brightened slightly.
The rivers, lakes, seas, mountains and rivers in southern Xinjiang are abundant with flowing water, and the water wheel developed can extremely restrain Daxia's fire attack. If Shi Zhi is as good as the minister of the Ministry of Industry said, it will not quench when exposed to water, then it is really excellent.
What's more, there are still such things as fire thunder, but there are not many fire thunders. Even a layman knows that the cost is not simple.
The Minister of Works straightened his back:
"Then, can the stone strategic thoroughfare discovered by Mr. Zhao be fake?"
The Minister of War was holding a pamphlet at the side and was frantically recording the fire and thunder explosion just now, vividly describing the scene and deterrence of the explosion.
These contents are to be taken back to Kyoto for reference by the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Industry.
"If you are lucky enough, you must meet this Zhao Wujiang."
Xiao Yuanshan had lit a small pool of stone fat and watched the stone fat burn and emit black smoke. These flames burned vigorously and seemed to never dry up.
"In this case, the fire and thunder have exploded just now, with astonishing power. Those surviving enemy soldiers must go back and report. It's better to attack here and catch them off guard first."
Xiao Yuanshan made a decision.
Now the enemy is camped out of twice the range of crossbows and catapults, with thousands of miles of green hills stretching behind them in southern Xinjiang.
Daxia cannot wait for these enemy troops to react, they must be quick!
The soldiers beat drums, the war order was raised, and the army began to assemble.
The second war between Daxia and Southern Xinjiang in the fifth year of Tianqi has officially begun.
The soldiers who had been guarding the city for a long time were full of fighting spirit. They wore armor, rode their horses, loaded their crossbows, pushed their catapults, and carried fire and thunder. After reorganizing their army, they opened the city gate and attacked.
The Minister of Works and the Minister of War stood on the tower and looked out, their hearts surging, and their pale cheeks became more rosy and shiny.
Looking down, the soldiers were like ants, rushing towards the south of Daxia Border Pass.
Generals are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of defeat; soldiers are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of failure.
——
"boom!"
"boom!"
"..."
Fire and thunder continued to explode on the battlefield, like thunder coming from the sky. The sea of fire spread and swallowed up the tents and human and animal figures, turning into ashes in the distortion.
The southern Xinjiang counterattack, the beast warriors rushed towards the Daxia soldiers without fear of death, but were blocked by the rain of arrows. The black liquid danced with the fire, burning these figures like maggots attached to the bones.
Wails and roars sounded in unison, flames of war and flesh and blood flew.
Some people are in charge of the battle, while others are writing vigorously.
The flames of war spread, and the mountains and rivers thousands of miles away were like smoke and clouds. The blood was red and black. Soldiers kept falling. They were speechless when they were dying. They could only look at their hometown in the distance and close their eyes.
"Why is there a war?"
On top of the city tower, the Minister of War, who was supervising the battle and looking out, suddenly stopped writing rapidly, sighed heavily, and asked this question.
The Minister of Industry held his hands on the guardrail, and the light of flames exploded in his dark pupils from time to time. He murmured:
"For the sake of the peace and security of the country and the protection of the people and things you want to protect, you are a loyal official of Daxia and should not ask this question."
"Southern Xinjiang too?"
"......Too."
"Brother Zhang, you entered the official career earlier than me. Why are Daxia and Southern Xinjiang a feud, and why will they never establish diplomatic relations?"
The Minister of the Ministry of War stared at the fighting on the battlefield and asked the doubts in the minds of many officials in the Daxia dynasty. Although the Minister of the Ministry of Works did not want him to ask, he understood that the Minister of the Ministry of Works also wanted to know.
In other words, officials from all dynasties who care about the people of the world all want to know, but do not ask because of their position.
"This is an ancient saying. To trace it back, we may have to go back a long, long time..." the Minister of Industry sighed:
"Perhaps the truth has long been lost in the ages. I don't know for sure. You and I, the younger generation, have nothing to ask...
Remember it and write it well.
If the Daxia soldiers return victorious from this small battle, you and I might be able to return to Beijing in time to celebrate the New Year. "
"Um..."
The Minister of War was silent, then sighed quietly, hummed, and began to record this battle, the bravery of Daxia's soldiers, the effectiveness of the new weapons Fire Thunder and Shizhi...
