Shan Liwen promised to send some fire bottles as an emergency before the Beirong people launched an attack on the city, so as to jointly defend against foreign enemies. He sent away two groups of people, called the nearby gang leader aside, and issued the strictest silence order, and it was easy to talk to Hei Wa again. After a few polite words of thanks, I hurried to the west.
With a sharp weapon like the fire bottle that has never appeared before, this battle can no longer just be defensive.
We must try our best to burn more soldiers of Beirong and consume Beirong's vitality that has been damaged by the plague.
Chang thought that he had taught Shan Liwen and others the powerful fire bottle, and he felt relaxed. He probably wouldn't have to defend the city with all his life in the future. I just wonder if the bottles and cans in the city are enough?
He took off the black wooden bow, plucked it to get familiar with the strength and elasticity of the bow string, and only occasionally raised his head to observe the distance.
A group of Beirong generals and body refiners seemed to be arguing around the trebuchet that was burnt black after putting out the flames.
After about a word of time, the Beirong people's trebuchets were all installed. As expected, bags of sand were thrown towards the city wall through the trebuchets, hitting the wall with a "bang bang", and then bounced back and rolled down the city moat ditch.
The Beirong people changed their usual siege method, and the soldiers at the top of the city and the corps commanders looked at each other in shock.
How can we fight this battle?
The stubborn Beirong thieves have learned a lot. In the past, they only knew how to act recklessly.
All the body refiners, captains, and uncles at the top of the city finished their war arrangement meeting and ran back to their respective small territories for defense.
Regarding the concerns of the brothers below about the Beirong people using trebuchets to throw sandbags from long distances to fill the city ditch, the captains of the captains all seemed confident, shouting loudly to their subordinates to calm down, and also told the group leaders Face-to-face teaching is appropriate.
Soon, a group of soldiers came up to the city carrying baskets covered with withered grass. In the sand of the baskets, half-buried in the sand were pungent pottery bottles, porcelain bottles, and wine gourds, with their mouths covered with strips of cloth and wood stained with burning oil. Stuffed with sticks.
The basket-carrying soldiers put down their burdens, carefully pulled out the bottles and gourds from the baskets, and distributed them to the eagerly waiting team leaders at the top of the city. Each team could only be assigned six for the time being. Along with them, there were also fire discounts and two candle.
The team leaders at the top of the city followed the instructions they just learned and placed the bottles against the snow on the wall, placed them firmly, walked a few steps away, lit a candle with a fire stick, inserted it in the lee of the wall at the top of the city, and waited for the order. Act in unison again.
This series of inexplicable actions left the soldiers below scratching their heads.
What are you doing? Do we still need to burn candles to worship ghosts and gods before going to war?
Yi Shangyan hurried back to the city and shouted to the team leader who picked up the fire bottle and watched: "Old Niu, I'll do it, I'll do it, you can't throw it far, don't waste good things."
Boss Niu smiled with wrinkles all over his face, glanced at the big black man who never said a word, handed the porcelain bottle he was looking at over and over to Yi Shangyan with both hands, and said: "Mr. Yi, if you don't mind, I will give you a call." Let’s start.”
Yi Shangyan took the bottle and said with a smile, "Okay, no problem."
Then he said to Chang Siguo: "Hei Wa, can you throw the fire bottle a hundred feet away?"
Chang Siguo shook his head, "Not yet."
More than seventy or eighty feet, he could barely do it.
"Oh, that's it, Hei Wa, please go to the eastern end of our defense area, where Wei Zhongyu is guarding. When you hear the drum call, you use your bow and arrow to cooperate with Wei Zhongyu, and use fire bottles to destroy the Beirong trebuchets. Our defense area Including Lao Dan, there are only six body refiners assigned in total. Adding you, well, there are seven now. You come from east to west, and I will go from west to east and destroy all the trebuchets. The Beirong people were able to fill up the city ditch so easily."
"Okay, I'll go assist Brother Wei."
Chang Siguo held the bow on his back without saying a word, cupped his hands, turned around and ran eastward.
Every twenty feet or so at the top of the city, there were pots boiling gold juice, but now they have stopped, and the smell is unpleasant. Most of the soldiers are concentrated on the outer city wall, watching helplessly as the Beirong trebuchets fail. Stop throwing sandbags toward the moat.
The sound of "bang bang" was heard endlessly, making them worried and wondering what the higher-ups were up to.
Can such a small bottle filled with fire oil repel the Beirong army?
The inner half of the crowded city was freed up, making it easier for the soldiers who came and went to send messages, and Chang Siguo who was on his way.
Arriving at the defense area eighty feet away, Chang Siguo saw Mu Shuangquan and Wei Zhongyu standing side by side looking out of the city. They were two captains of the bandit-breaking army and a body refiner.
Wei Zhongyu held a fire bottle in his hand, turned his head to see Chang Siguo, and greeted loudly: "Brother Heiwa."
Mu Shuangquan also turned around and called, "Hei Wa."
Wei Zhongyu looked at the brown-faced man in surprise and said, "Old Mu, do you know Hei Wa too?"
Mu Shuangquan straightened his back, grinned almost to his ears, and felt proud in his heart, "Hey, we have known each other for many years. Heiwa and I used to be brothers."
Wei Zhongyu suddenly understood, patted Mu Shuangquan on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Oh, I'm disrespectful."
This group of people had large or shallow tattoos on their foreheads and faces. Wei Zhongyu knew that they were soldiers transferred from the Bandit Army to defend the city, so he was willing to chat for a few more words, but he did not ask Lao Mu about his specific origins.
Seeing Hei Wa taking off the two stone bows from his waist and holding three arrows in the snow, he asked in surprise: "Hei Wa, are you here to help?"
Chang Siguo nodded, "Brother Yi asked me to come and cooperate with Brother Wei to burn the trebuchet."
Wei Zhongyu shook the thin porcelain vase with a cloth strip in his hand, and said with a smile: "That's a good sentiment. This is my first time using this thing. I heard from my boss that if you throw it accurately, if you can't throw one, just throw it." To throw the second one, you must burn the trebuchet on the opposite side..."
Suddenly there was a drum sound from the west end, "Dong...", with a long sound.
Wei Zhongyu quickly shouted: "It's about to begin, Brother Heiwa, get ready."
Chang Siguo bent his bow and half-cocked the arrow, and said, "Brother Wei, you can throw it as hard as you want, as long as it's pointed in the direction of the trebuchet."
"That's good, that's good."
"Boom!"
Two more drums sounded.
Wei Zhongyu hurriedly brought the cloth strip trailing from the mouth of the bottle close to the candlelight. When he heard another drum sound, the cloth strip touched the fire, and the cloth strip burned with a bang, almost burning his hands. Wei Zhongyu hurriedly followed the previous example of Lao Dan. The bottle was tilted downward, then he raised his arm and threw the bottle of fire at the trebuchet a hundred feet away in front of him.
At about the same time, seventeen or eight fire bottles were thrown from the northern city wall of this row.
The bowstring was fully drawn, and the arrowhead swung slightly upwards. Chang Siguo silently calculated in his mind. After two breaths, he loosened the fingers holding the bowstring with his right hand, and the arrow shot out like lightning with a "boom" sound.
The group of people stretched their necks and stared closely at the fire bottle rolling in the air.
"Bang", a ball of fire exploded ten feet above the trebuchet, and the fire rain covered a large area.
The five or six Beirong soldiers who had not had time to run away were all on fire, screaming and rolling in the snow. The trebuchets were blazing with fire, and there were cheers at the top of the city.
This is a good method. Even at such a distance, the trebuchet can be burned out of reach.
The Beirong side was obviously prepared for the incident. More than a dozen soldiers rushed toward the burning trebuchet from a few feet away, holding shovels, barrels, heavy sandbags and wet quilts.
Using sand, soil, and wet quilts to extinguish fierce fire and oil is a blood-and-tear experience summed up in a long war.
Wei Zhongyu accepted the bottle of fire from Mu Shuangquan, and when the soldiers had almost come near, he lit the bottle, threw it away, and laughed loudly: "Burn this idiot to death."
He didn't need to deliberately control the precise point of the fire bottle, he could just push it in that direction and it would be done.
Having a marksman to coordinate with you is such a worry-free thing.
Chang Siguo shot another fire bottle with an arrow, burning the soldiers who were trying to put out the fire to pieces.
The flames on the trebuchet added fuel to the fire and burned more fiercely.
With two groups of unlucky ghosts rolling around in the snow as a warning for others, how could the third group of soldiers dare to step forward and do something stupid that would get them burned?
