The laughter in the camp resounded like thunder. At first, everyone seemed a little restrained when Zhang Zhao was here, but as soon as this little calico lady came, everyone suddenly stopped paying attention to anything, and many of them were beating their chests with laughter.
Zhang Zhao looked at the old Zhang Zhong who was cursing with a dark face, dumbfounded, and gradually understood.
This little Uighur lady named Huabu is very good at it. With such a thin figure, if she marries a strong man like Ma Yaozi, even if they get married in two years, she will not be able to withstand the torment of such a bear-like man.
And how many of the warriors on the battlefield have good tempers? Following a rough guy like Ma Yaozi who kills without blinking an eye, I don't know how many beatings he will get.
But old Zhang Zhong is different. He doesn't have to go to the battlefield, and he looks quite gentle. He is old, and he must know how to cherish a little girl who is decades younger than him.
It would be better if his health is a little worse. He is definitely not as capable as strong men like Ma Yaozi and Dunzhu.
The most important thing is that people in this era generally have a short life span. You can call yourself an old man in your thirties, and the average person only lives more than fifty. In other words, in the eyes of people at this time, Zhang Zhong can still live. More than ten years.
And Huabu was only thirteen years old. She had served Zhang Zhong for more than ten years. She was only in her twenties when he sent Zhang Zhong away. After getting Zhang Zhong's land, gold and silver, she still had enough years to find someone of her choice. How wonderful. !
"Hahaha! Okay! You are really not a simple girl. I have made the decision on this matter. After completing the task, I will promise you to Zhang Zhong!" After figuring out the whole story, Zhang Zhao burst into tears from laughter.
"Erlangjun! You must not do it! You must not do it! How can I get married at this old age? I have to stay with Erlangjun."
When Zhang Zhong heard Zhang Zhao's shouting, he immediately ran from behind Zhang Zhao to the front with an anxious look on his face.
But that’s it! Zhang Zhao heard a strong sense of insincerity in Zhang Zhong's words, and he smiled and waved his hand.
"The loyal man has protected me for twenty years, and I have always treated the loyal man as my relative. I have long planned to find a marriage for you, but now isn't it a good time!
I saw that although the flower girl is a Uighur, her appearance is quite similar to that of a Chinese person. She is fierce and smart. She can lose weight and be healthy in two years.
Moreover, this was her own choice, and she didn’t have to do what the 28-year-old beauty Isorō did. The matter was settled like that! "
"This... oh! This... this is not good! I can be his grandfather! Please take back your life, Mr. Erlang!"
Zhang Zhong looked at a loss. He said he was refusing, but he didn't seem to be so determined. Zhang Zhao simply ignored him and turned to look at the last child.
"Hei Gouer, can you speak Chinese? Do you still have family here?"
Zhang Zhao had been talking to them in Uighur dialect just now, but seeing that the black dog looked like a Han child, he asked them again in Chinese.
The black dog raised his head and shook his head in confusion. It seemed that he didn't understand Chinese, so Zhang Zhao could only ask again in Uighur dialect.
"Back to Mr. Burke, Black Dog's father has long since passed away. His mother died in the trench more than ten days ago. People from the rear camp helped bury her."
Black Gouer's face suddenly became very sad, and tears seemed to be rolling in his eyes. He didn't know whether he was thinking of his father or his mother who had just died. Zhang Zhao touched his nose. In this fucking troubled world, even a family There are few complete people!
"What the fuck, your father is gone a long time ago? Where did you get your father? Is that your mother who took you out of the city? If you dare to fucking talk nonsense in front of me again, I will knock out your teeth!"
Zhang Zhao was still feeling sad when Li Qilang slapped the black dog on the head, causing the black dog to tremble.
Um? Zhang Zhao looked at the boy again at this time. There was no trace of sadness on his face, and there were no traces of tears. He could only touch his head with a flattering smile on his face.
"Erlangjun, don't listen to this kid's nonsense. His mother is in the flesh business with a closed door. She probably doesn't even know who his father is. How can he know? It's not his real mother who took him out of the city. His mother is dead. It's been several years!" After slapping the black dog, Li Qilang quickly explained to Zhang Zhao.
Zhang Zhao's cheeks twitched. This little bastard, an eight or nine-year-old kid, already has superb acting skills. How dare he lie to someone like him who controls his life and death? He is very courageous.
With a wave of his hand, the bear walked over and directly lifted the black dog into the air. The black dog then showed a somewhat frightened expression.
"Boy, if you dare to lie in front of me, your reward is gone, and someone told you that you'd better complete the task for me. If you complete the task, I will give you a chance to live. If you can't complete the task, hum!"
Zhang Zhao sneered a few times as he spoke. Huang Yang'er and Hua Bu only saw his kind side just now, and were thinking about how to put some pressure on them, when this black dog came to their door.
He is quite courageous at a young age, and his face does not change when he lies, and his heart does not beat. If he can be taught formally for a few years, he may become a talent in the future.
"Erlangjun! Shi Chongmin is here to report! The soil and gravel between the stones have been cleared. I have made some personal calculations and found that the tunnel has indeed been dug to the bottom of the west city wall. We are waiting to transport the divine fire thunder in!"
Wu Yuan'er's voice came from outside the tent, and Zhang Zhao stood up suddenly. The moment to decide success or failure had arrived.
. . . .
Outside Shule City, dots of fires were burning, and each fire represented a regiment of the Khotan army besieging Shule City.
There was a crackling sound. It was the Karakhan people burning their own suspension bridge with kerosene. Anyway, they blocked the four gates with huge rocks. It would not be a big problem if the suspension bridge should be left. If it is left, it might be destroyed by the Khotanese people. It is better to use it than to burn it.
In the silent night, low, wolf-like cries and moans could be heard, coming from the wounded but not dead soldiers below the city.
There are Khotanese and Karakhanites, but neither side has the intention to take back their own people. This is a place where arrows from both sides can reach, and the risk of taking people away is extremely high.
Compared with the intermittent groans and dots of fires, there were more destroyed siege equipment under the city. Even the nest cart used for observation was shattered all over the ground. It was hit by a trebuchet. middle.
The Kara Khanate defeated the Persian Samanid Dynasty in Talas the year before last. Saktu Bugla Khan captured a large number of Persian-style trebuchets, and all of them were equipped in Shule City.
In the fierce attack just launched under Li Shengtian's personal command, these trebuchets played a huge role.
Not only did they destroy the only remaining chariot of the Khotan army, they also destroyed almost all the remaining wooden curtains of the Khotan army.
When they attack the city tomorrow, the Khotanian army will have to rely purely on physical strength to resist the Karakhanids' bows, arrows and stones.
It was already past midnight (five o'clock), and Ittihad in Shule Governor's Mansion still felt very energetic, and he didn't feel sleepy at all.
Today's city defense battle went very smoothly, and almost all the Khotan Jin Kingdom's siege equipment was consumed.
Although the losses in the battle outside the city were not small in the past few days, Ittihad knew that the Khotanese without siege equipment would no longer be able to capture Shule.
"Thank you to those peach stone fortification craftsmen!" Ittihad praised softly.
The Shule City can be so strong thanks to the Taohuashi people who occupied this place a hundred years ago. They spent a lot of manpower and material resources to build it so strong, but they did not expect that it would eventually become a fortress blocking their own people.
But then Ittihad shook his head again, talking to himself.
"No! You should not thank the craftsmen of the peach blossom stone. You should thank our Lord. All of this is the will of Allah!"
. . . .
Zhang Zhao took a deep breath. All the miners had withdrawn from the tunnel, and more than two hundred kilograms of black powder sealed in small coffin-like containers had been buried.
Now, it depends on the power of these giant 'firecrackers'. They can only succeed but cannot fail, because these two hundred kilograms of black powder are all Zhang Zhao's inventory!
