"Boom, boom, boom." There were flashes of lightning and bursts of black smoke.
Thunderbolts from the security team kept exploding in the archery tower, and thick black smoke almost enveloped it.
The arrow tower on the other side was not much better, also shrouded in black smoke.
"Hold up the table formation for me." The barbarian aimed at Hong Tianlei and directly used the Eight Immortals Table to block it.
The chariot battalion attacks from the bottom up, and the blast of thunder to the archery tower is basically the limit.
Seeing that the security team's chariot was blocked by the Eight Immortals Table with a wet quilt, Wu Xi and his men laughed, and the sound was extremely harsh.
"Use incendiary bombs." Li Hantong said calmly.
The incendiary bomb is based on Hongtian Lei with some fierce fire oil added. This is a bomb that Zhao Ping invented based on the principle of the fierce fire oil tank of the Song Dynasty that can continue to burn.
Although the incendiary bomb is powerful, it has many weaknesses. It is very unstable and difficult to keep. It is still experimental in nature.
It must not be bumpy, shaking, shaking, or close to a fire source, otherwise it will easily explode and burn.
This is very difficult to carry, and the infantry must hold it with both hands and walk slowly.
Wu Xi saw the security team's thunderbolt fired again, and laughed wildly: "Besides this move, the Nanman has no other way."
All his men were also very happy and laughed along with them.
"Boom, boom, boom." The sound of the explosion this time was not as fierce as before, making the Hu people laugh even more wildly.
But they soon stopped laughing. The Eight Immortals Table, which they were proud of, suddenly burst into flames.
Wuxi didn't know what was going on and shouted loudly: "Water, water."
Immediately, a barbarian man carried a bucket and poured water on the table of the Eight Immortals with a gourd.
"There is less water, water more." Wu Xi shouted desperately.
There were also barbarians who were fetching water from the wells, lifting it up with all their strength, and watering it with all their strength.
The person watering the water was so tired that he was sweating profusely, but the fire was not affected at all and was still burning brightly.
While pouring water as hard as he could, he shook his head: "General, this fire is very strange. This fire is so strange that it can't be extinguished no matter what."
"Could it be the fire of hell? I heard that the fire of hell cannot be extinguished." A foreigner thought for a while and suddenly said.
Another person shook his head and expressed his opinion: "I heard that the gods of the Han people have a kind of fire that cannot be extinguished by water, and it is named Samadhi True Fire. Is this the Samadhi True Fire?"
Hearing that these barbarians were trying to increase the prestige of others and destroy his own ambition, Wu Xi was furious and shouted: "Shut up."
These barbarians immediately closed their mouths, but their eyes became even more frightened.
Now that the security team has the fire of Samadhi that cannot be extinguished by floods, how can we fight this battle?
Fortunately, the fire burned for about a cup of tea before gradually becoming smaller or even extinguished.
When the fire went out, their Eight Immortals Table was also finished and turned into a ball of black coal.
"Although this fire cannot be extinguished, it can be extinguished by itself, and it also needs fuel." Seeing that the true fire of Samadhi was finally extinguished, Wuxi also came to the conclusion.
After hearing this, those barbarians looked better.
It turns out that this does not burn permanently, it can only burn for some time.
What makes them wonder is, why didn't the security team take the opportunity to attack?
The chief bookkeeper Zonghou held a charcoal pen and paper on the wooden board. He observed and recorded the entire process of the incendiary bomb.
While recording, he muttered words and smiled.
This was the first time that incendiary bombs were used, and he had to carefully record the process and effects.
Zhaojiazhuang Academy also has a military research magazine, and Zonghou plans to write this as a thesis discovery.
Seeing that the table of the Eight Immortals of the Huren was finally burned into black coals, Zhang Sanlang breathed a sigh of relief and said to Li Silang: "This incendiary bomb is more difficult to serve than my parents. Seeing this result, my hard work of moving here is not in vain."
After speaking, Zhang Sanlang kept rubbing his shoulders and arms, feeling that his arms and shoulders were still a little sore and numb.
"Tsk, tsk, I didn't expect these two ordinary things to be so powerful." Li Silang's face was a little pale, "No wonder we were careful all the way."
"Being a waiter makes me not only tired physically, but also mentally. I was so slow along the way and was afraid of something happening." Zhang Sanlang was still frightened, "But now that I think about it, it's worth it."
"Thank you for your hard work, I'll give you and the others a credit." Li Hantong finished his observation and said to Zhang Sanlang and Zhang Sanlang happily.
The two couldn't help but be overjoyed. They didn't expect that they could actually make a contribution after working so hard to carry it.
The two looked at each other and bowed their hands to Li Hantong to express their gratitude.
Li Hantong took out a tin microphone and shouted to the people of the mountain villa: "The barbarians of the villa have heard this. If you don't want to turn into charcoal, surrender quickly, otherwise those two tables will be your fate."
Upon hearing this, most of the Hu people turned pale, and some even started to tremble.
"The Khanate only has warriors who stand up and die, and there are no cowards who surrender." Wu Xi replied loudly and decisively.
He shouted to his men: "The food has been found, holding on for one month is not a problem."
With food, he had a reason to persist.
Li Hantong shouted to the chariot camp: "Blow open the gate and attack in."
"Master, Master, you can't blow up the gate. This is a little bit of the family property left by the ancestors." At this time, a man in his fifties dressed as a military officer came over and kept bowing and begging Li Hantong.
Li Hantong looked at this man named Tian Shiliang, and while returning the courtesy, he asked puzzledly: "Does the old man want the barbarians to occupy the family property for a long time?"
"Of course not. We are waiting for the military master to expel the barbarians." Tian Shiliang saluted respectfully again.
Li Hantong was even more puzzled. While returning the courtesy, he asked: "The door is closed. How can we get in without blowing the door open?"
"The villain has dug a tunnel that leads directly to the villain's bedroom." Tian Shiliang bowed again and explained at the same time.
Li Hantong looked at the door of Tian's Villa written on the horizontal plaque, and saw that it was backed by green mountains and there was a small river in front of him.
It's a geomantic treasure. No wonder he doesn't want to blow up the door.
This Zhuangzi has a history of at least a hundred years, and grass has grown on its blue brick walls.
The feng shui is good and it is an ancient villa. No wonder the owner wants to protect this villa as much as possible.
Li Hantong nodded and said, "It would be better to have a tunnel. Please ask me to lead the way."
"I will lead the way for Master Jun." Tian Shiliang bowed respectfully and said as he walked: "Master Jun, I have something to ask for."
"Anything, as long as you can do it, you will definitely do it." Li Hantong felt a shiver in his heart. This request was definitely not simple.
Tian Shiliang suddenly knelt down, bowed deeply with his hands, and begged: "Master Jun, this little man only has these meager inheritances, which were left behind by his ancestors. Please protect him as much as possible."
Li Hantong hurriedly knelt down and returned the salute: "I'm going to kill you. This will shorten your life."
Tian Shiliang is almost ten years older than his father. How dare he accept this old man's gift.
"Master Jun, if you don't agree, I won't get up." Tian Shiliang knelt down and kept saluting with his hands raised.
Li Hantong hurriedly returned the courtesy and said: "Old man, I agree to this matter, and I will do my best to protect your house."
Hearing that Li Hantong agreed, Tian Shiliang bowed respectfully before coming out of the ground.
Li Hanshu and Zonghou looked at each other, feeling heavy in their hearts.
The common people trust the security teams and place their hopes on them.
You know, there are not only barbarians in the villa, but also thousands of them. Their chariot camp only has 500 people.
But Li Hantong has agreed that they must protect this villa wholeheartedly.
Tian Shiliang took him to the side of Tian's house. There were clumps of green bamboos and overgrown weeds.
He took out his sickle, went to the weeds under the green bamboo, and chopped randomly.
After cutting it for about a cup of tea, a black hole about the height of a person was revealed.
"Master, please come in. This tunnel leads directly to the villain's bed." Tian Shiliang bowed respectfully again. He placed his hope on this tunnel, his eyes full of expectation.
Seeing the expectation on Tian Shiliang's face, Li Hantong solemnly returned the courtesy and said: "The little saint said that the security team is to ensure the safety of one area, and the Sichuan Protector Army is to protect the entire Sichuan. Please rest assured, old man."
After saying that, he lit the torch and went in first.
Then Li Hanshu and others also walked towards this gloomy tunnel holding torches.
Seeing the battalion leader personally leading the soldiers to become scholars, Tian Shiliang's frown relaxed a little.
"God, please bless me. May everything be well at home." He respectfully knelt down to the sky and solemnly bowed three times and nine times.
Zonghou stayed outside as the chief secretary, leading a hundred soldiers to guard the precious chariot.
Seeing Tian Shiliang placing all his hopes on the tank battalion, he felt extremely heavy in his heart and his face was tense.
Seeing Li Hantong go in, he frowned and felt a little uneasy.
Xiang, the commander of the chariot battalion, has a firearm. Now he has to fight with the barbarians in order to protect the houses.
No matter if they fight hard, not only are their numbers less than half of the Hu people, but they also have to try their best to protect their homes.
In fact, they can propose to use all means to kill the Hu people, even if the houses are destroyed, it doesn't matter.
This is not ruthless, but determined by the nature of the war. What's more, Zhaojiazhuang has money now, and the worst thing is compensation.
However, the owner of the house has made a request for protection, and they have to comply with the owner's request.
The little sage said, what is the love between the army and the people? It means putting the people's affairs first.
Li Hantong led the soldiers of the chariot battalion forward with their heads down, thinking about the situation at hand as they walked.
There are thousands of barbarians inside, but there are only four hundred of them, and too many people cannot enter the tunnel at one time.
This attack is very difficult. Not only must we defeat more with less, but we must also protect this ancient Zhuangzi.
The tunnel is about a mile long, and thanks to the long-term ventilation, breathing is still okay.
They moved lightly and did not dare to make a sound to avoid being discovered by the barbarians.
When I came to the end, I heard the voices and footsteps of the barbarians. It sounded like there were about a hundred people.
Hu Renjia sounded very happy: "Centurion, there is a lot of food here, which can feed us for a month."
"What's the use of having more food?" The barbarian centurion sighed, his tone full of fear, "The true fire of Samadhi in the Nanman Association cannot be extinguished no matter how much water it is."
It seemed that the Hu people were frightened by the incendiary bombs. Li Hantong, Li Hanshu and others nodded to each other.
"Why does the Nanman no longer use Samadhi True Fire to attack? Is this so strange?" the barbarian captain asked.
All the barbarians fell silent immediately, probably deep in thought.
The sound of barbarians walking could be heard in the room here, and they kept turning around above the tunnel.
At this time, the walking voice suddenly stopped, and only the centurion was heard to say in a deep voice: "Captain Ten, there are only two possibilities. One is that there is not much real fire in Samadhi, and the other is that they are reluctant to part with the jars and jars here."
This Hu man was quite knowledgeable and could think of these things. Li Handong thought that he was indeed worthy of being a centurion.
"Centurion, this looks like a wealthy family. The owner of this house must be asking for help, otherwise they must have blown the door open and got in." The Centurion said.
When Li Hantong heard this, he felt that this Hu man was quite knowledgeable.
"Then they can't attack without blowing open the gate. Is there something weird going on inside?" the centurion said as he walked.
The captain of the ten Hu men thought for a while and heard a voice: "Do they have other methods? Otherwise, they will definitely blow open the gate and attack here now."
"The other way is to use tunnels. I heard that some wealthy families dug tunnels in their homes to avoid war." The centurion thought for a while and expressed his conjecture.
The Hu leader seemed to agree with his statement and clapped his hands: "That's right. Could it be that the Nanman attacked suddenly through the tunnel?"
"I heard that tunnels usually lead directly to the master's bedroom. This is the master's bedroom." The centurion's footsteps kept moving, and his voice suddenly became louder. "Is there a tunnel here?"
"Could there be a tunnel here? Could it be that the Southern Barbarians have entered through the tunnel?" the ten captains of the barbarians screamed.
