Under the moonlight, the streets of Sihuang City were deserted. Except for patrol sentries, there were basically no people to be seen.
Liu Zhirou wore a finely crafted white brocade robe and walked side by side with Chang Siguo in front. She pointed at the empty street, "Starting tonight, there will be a curfew in the city to prevent Beirong spies from causing trouble."
Wu Mo poked his head out and choked out, "Why don't you still come out after the curfew?"
"Hey, if I don't know a good person's heart, I shouldn't take you out to play."
Liu Zhirou missed her little head with a fan and said, "I am one of the rule makers, so of course I am not among the restrictions. So, if you want to live a satisfactory life in this world, you must stand high enough. In the end, It’s better to stand above the clouds.”
Chang thought about it and turned his head to look at Liu Zhirou, who had something to say.
Liu Zhirou raised her eyebrows at him, and suddenly defeated Chang Siguo, who had a normal orientation.
Above the clouds in Sihuang City, there are still people at such a late hour.
The slovenly Shigure lay on his back on the clouds, holding the wine gourd at an angle and pouring wine into his mouth. Hearing the loud talk below, he choked on the wine and burst out from both nostrils. He got up with a cough, and drank fiercely down below. He took a sip, jumped up and cursed
"I'm standing on the clouds now. It's high enough. It's a wishful thinking. You can't even return to the sect. I drink the northwest and southeast winds every day. I'm bah, you're a pretty boy and you're talking nonsense. Bah, bah."
It's a pity that his complaints and Liu Baiyi's state of mind at this time are completely unrelated to each other.
Liu Zhirou subconsciously looked up at the moonlit night sky.
Strangely, he felt like someone was cursing him twice, and the direction of the curse came from far away from high in the sky.
Shaking her head secretly, Liu Zhirou abandoned such ridiculous ideas and led a few people into the gate of the Supervision Office, which was patrolled by more soldiers. The front hall was brightly lit and no one was there. They turned down the corridor and walked into the large atrium courtyard. There was a lively scene, hundreds of people. Ten craftsmen and soldiers were busy making arrows and repairing shields and other equipment.
Every time before a war, the Production Supervision Department is the first busiest place.
After receiving the news, the old man Hei Li, the supervisor, hurried over from the backyard corridor. After exchanging a few pleasantries, Liu Zhirou asked Lao Jin to go about his work. He was already familiar with this place and had a special workshop with various kinds of things. Complete equipment.
After Lao Jin left in a hurry, Liu Zhirou led a few people into his exclusive craft workshop in the backyard.
"Wu Mo, you can play by yourself, be careful not to get the bamboo spindle."
Seeing that the little girl was interested in some half-finished wooden kites on the desk, Liu Zhirou dismissed the child casually. He walked to the corner, picked up two standard fire bottles and put them on the table, and motioned to the guards to guard outside the door. Someone broke in and explained his thoughts to Chang Siguo.
"I want to improve the power of the fire bottle. I have tried diluting the fire oil with soybean oil and stronger alcohol, and changing the ratio of fire oil. The effect is not very obvious. I would like to ask for advice. Brother Chang, do you have a better way?"
Chang Siguo picked up a fire bottle in a pottery pot with a big belly and a thin neck, opened the cork and smelled it. It was mixed with soybean oil. He shook the bottle and asked, "Have the Beirong people figured out how to make fire bottles?"
Liu Zhirou focused on gathering intelligence. He was well-informed and had to admire Chang Siguo's quick thinking. As soon as he raised his head, the other party guessed the truth and nodded with a wry smile.
"Some families in the capital heard that Sihuang City had produced powerful new weapons, and wanted to ask for a recipe from several generals. When the generals refused, they tried their best to persuade officials from the General Administration of Manufacturing Supervision to travel thousands of miles away. Come and learn the formula and production of fire bottles, hey, those black-hearted people in the capital."
Chang Siguo shook his head and flatly refused, "Then I don't have much else to do."
"Don't mention it, Brother Chang. For the sake of our own lives, we must also find a way to thwart the Beirong people's so-called largest-scale revenge of knocking off the pass. It is impossible to abandon the city and leave."
"Oh, why can't they do it in the first year of junior high school? Why can't we do it in the fifteenth year? If they dare to make a fortune, raise tigers, and help the enemy, then let them use their fat bodies to deal with the butcher's knife of the Beirong people. It’s none of my business”
Chang Siguo rarely uttered a bad word.
With Nanping's financial, material, bravery, and abundant talents, it should have been enough to rub the Beirong to the ground and sweep across the grassland. However, it has been so passive year after year. It is true that there are intricate constraints from the upper levels and intrigues among interests. An unknown fire burst out of his heart.
Liu Zhirou stared at the rebellious Chang Guiren. Chang Siguo sneered and took out the Beast Prison Token and waved it.
The one who is barefoot is not afraid of the one who wears shoes. With this amulet, he can't go anywhere now.
With his ability, he can't hang out anywhere with Wumo.
Liu Zhirou was trembling with anger. Could this be considered as tying himself up in a cocoon? Then he said with a bitter look on his face.
"We can just leave, and there are even many ways. After defeating the battle, Fucheng and the capital can't find faults or find flaws. But the people are suffering. We can't let the Beirong people march straight in and cross the Canghe River to go south. At least We cannot pass through the position where we are guarding the Four Wilderness City, which will harm the vast number of people on the plains. If the military calamity passes through the border, like a comb, we will become the sinners of Nanping, and how can our conscience be at ease?"
It seemed that this was the first time Chang Siguo had met such a compassionate Liu Zhirou.
Liu Baiyi, who was burning, killing and looting in Beirong without blinking an eyelid, was completely different from him.
The two stared at each other for a long time, Chang Siguo slowly shook his head.
"There is really no way. This thing often comes from a flash of inspiration. In a hurry, how can I think of a better way to improve it?"
It was impossible for him to get the black powder to deal with this crisis. With the urinary behavior of those black conscience guys, he was afraid that the Beirong people would suffer once, and then they would get the black powder formula to attack Sihuang City. He couldn't trust Sihuang City. confidentiality technology.
There is no such thing as secrecy in this world, it all depends on the words of a senior official.
Liu Zhirou's face was full of disappointment, and he also knew that Chang Siguo was telling the truth.
Is it possible that we can only defend the city until there is only one soldier left?
He was really unwilling to give him fifty thousand more soldiers. No, as long as there were twenty thousand more soldiers, he would have room for maneuver.
After fighting this battle, he could be considered successful and retired without any regrets.
He has no control over what happens in the future when it comes to mortal disputes.
Wu Mo held a piece of bamboo for making a wooden kite in her hand and blinked her eyes. She didn't hate Empress Liu so much at this moment. She looked at this, then looked at that, and whispered softly to break the dullness.
"Perhaps, you can try adding fireworks powder, or realgar powder, saltpeter powder, charcoal powder, etc. to it. If you are worried about getting the powder wet, you can find a way to wrap it in oil paper or put it in a small bottle. These powders are all combustion-supporting materials. , why add more oil?”
She didn't know about fire bottles, but she had heard of fierce fire oil.
Her father had studied fierce fire oil and once mentioned it casually.
Liu Zhirou slapped her forehead suddenly and woke up the man in the dream. He laughed loudly, his sad face relaxed, and gave Wu Mo a thumbs up, "Little girl, you really helped Sihuang City a lot this time. When the war is over, I will I’ll give you a reward, a big reward.”
All his plans were stuck here, and suddenly they became clear.
Chang Siguo also opened his mind and came up with many ideas to improve the power of the fire bottle.
Both he and Liu Zhirou were stuck in the thought of adding wine and fuel, but were awakened by Wu Mo's words.
When Wu Mo heard the invitation, he had eaten well and lived comfortably these days. A smile like a money man appeared on his little face with a bit of baby fat. His eyes were shining, and he nodded quickly, "Okay, okay, I can give the credit to Brother Hei." , I just need a little money, and Mr. Liu, can you give me some carpentry tools and materials?"
"Okay, okay, whatever you like, just take whatever you like."
Liu Zhirou was in a great mood and agreed to them all. He waved his hand and let the little girl choose. He called one of the guards outside and quickly wrote a list with a pen. He asked the guard to find Lao Jin quickly and asked Lao Jin to prepare the list immediately. items.
He deliberately scribbled a few things to confuse the public. No matter how he leaked the secret, he would have to wait until he finished this battle.
I rubbed my hands and walked around the room twice. Things couldn't be ready and delivered at once.
Liu Zhirou stopped again, pointed to several finished wooden kites on the table, including eagles and butterflies, each of which was vividly made, and said, "Brother Chang, my idea is to use the wooden kites to lift the fire bottle into the sky, and fly out a certain distance." distance, and then the wooden kite fell on the Beirong camp, burning the tents of the Beirong people. It is best to use a fire to burn the few grains and grass that the Beirong people brought, so that the Beirong people could take revenge this time. Return with success."
Chang Siguo nodded slightly. This guy's thinking was very advanced. He even thought of aerial strikes. He smiled and said, "Is it because the wooden kite easily loses control when flying in the air, or flies without a trace, or flies out of the Beirong camp?" There is still critical ignition that cannot be completed.”
Liu Zhirou nodded in distress.
These days, he personally made many styles of wooden kites.
After constant attempts, he found that no matter how well-built the wooden kite was, it still could not escape the control of the rope.
The Beirong camp was stationed ten or eight miles away from the city wall. It was impossible for him to make a strong rope that was several miles long, and it was unrealistic, but he did not want to give up the idea of a sneak attack from the air.
If it can be realized, his subsequent plans can be even bolder, which will be a devastating blow to the Beirong army.
All sieges and knock-offs will cease to exist.
The crisis will be solved naturally. ,,
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