In the little khan's golden hornet, the warmth was melting, and the fragrance of wine was permeated, but his heart was like ice and snow, and the chill was bursting.
He secretly peeked at the national teacher, and was full of emotion in his heart, this Alu Buhua can be called a peerless ruthless person Alu Buhua was originally a Tang Dynasty, the British Duke Li Ji, the founder of the Tang Dynasty, that is, the grandson of Xu Maogong, the anti-thief of Wagangzhai, Xu Jingye, I don't know why, ran to the Turks without a name, and planned the Battle of Yinshan, and returned to the ancestral land of Yinshan for the Turks.
Therefore, in his family in Datang, hundreds of people were slaughtered, and no chickens and dogs remained.
Now, while drinking and making suggestions, tens of thousands of Turkic warriors are about to die in Shuo Fangcheng.
It seems that in his eyes, those are not living people, just a group of lambs to the slaughter, a group of ants.
This kind of ruthless person, Lao Tzu will stay away in the future, and he will not dare to stick to it, for fear of losing his life.
In the Golden Tent of the Little Khan, Aru didn't talk or laugh, and tens of thousands of people were wiped out.
At this time, in the middle school field of Shuofang City, Zhao Wushu was already smoking in his throat, and he was tired enough.
Dozens of crossbowmen were dividing into several waves, surrounding two eight-ox crossbows, scrambling to fire crossbow arrows, blasting the planks of the earthen wall to pieces.
Fortunately, Zhao Wuving's hard work was not in vain, dozens of crossbowmen basically mastered the skills of aiming, and the rest was nothing more than practice makes perfect, and there was no way to achieve it quickly for a while.
It would be too whimsical to expect a group of killers who don't know a single word to instantly understand the geometry of Xiyi hundreds of years later.
There is no way to please the tricks, so they can only let them copy the rigid routine, and launch again and again, and they can always make progress.
For example, the crossbowman of the eight-bull crossbow commanded by Zhao Wushu during the day, the young killer is very smart, and he has almost mastered a full set of skills, and the hit rate has been stable at three out of ten.
The wooden planks on the earthen wall as targets have been changed three times, and these killers are still trying with great interest, and they don't know that they are tired at all.
Everything that should be said has been said, everything that should be taught has been taught, and then they should practice more on their own.
Seeing that it was almost midnight, Zhao Wudi was cold, hungry, and tired, so he had to ask Qin Gang: "Old Brother Qin, it's not early, I have to defend the city tomorrow, do you think it's almost time to disperse?"
Qin Gang thought about it, too, tonight all of them will be practiced and laid down, and tomorrow the Turks will attack the city, and the ghosts will control the Eight Bull Crossbow "Kill the talents, this is the end of tonight, everyone disbands, and each goes back to his own camp."
Qin Gang roared.
Qin Gang ordered the gang to disperse, and these killers were still reluctant to give up, so Qin Gang kicked back with a big-footed girl.
As for the two eight-ox crossbows, they naturally had to be recycled into the warehouse.
Qin Gang asked people to extinguish those torches again, and then stretched out his head to look at the two burning cauldrons, and muttered in a low voice: "It's not much, just let it burn out." ” Zhao Wudi looked at the burning cauldron, the black smoke billowed out, and there was a pungent strange smell, and couldn't help asking, "What kind of oil is burning here?"
"Black oil, bought from Anthy's beards."
Qin Gang said.
Black oil, this thing is also available in the Ming Dynasty, it can be called a sharp weapon for arson, and it is a good thing necessary for burning the company camp.
Zhao Wudi saw the black oil, and remembered that he had explored the Turkic camp last night, and the terrain to the east of the camp had a plan in his heart, so he asked: "Is there a lot of black oil in the army?"
"This" Qin Gang thought for a while, frowned, and said: "I have to ask Zhao to join the army, but this thing is not very useful, the smoke is billowing when you light a fire, and the smell is bad to death." ” "yes, hehe, I'm just curious, just ask."
Zhao Wudi said perfunctorily.
Since there is black oil in the army, it is good that his plan is not yet mature, and he needs to go to the Turkic camp again, and it is inappropriate to say it now, it is too early to say.
Zhao Wudi and Qin Gang returned to the general's line, Qin Huaiyu was injured, he couldn't stay up and had already slept, only Qin Dashan's killing was still waiting for them.
"The two heroes have worked hard, and the general ordered the gang to add food to the two of you."
Qin Dashan shouted angrily.
The smell in the room was fragrant, which couldn't help but make people's appetite move, and the stomach was even more angry and protested.
Mo'er shrunk behind the stove, wrapped her clothes tightly and fell asleep against the wall behind her, her little face flushed by the flames, very cute.
The old man Yue, who helped the cook, had already left, and Lao Liu Tou was sitting on top of a big tree stump, carefully taking care of the food in the pot.
"Old Liutou, the two great heroes are back, it's time to eat" Qin Dashan roared as soon as he entered the door, causing Mo'er, who was woken up, to roll his eyes at him.
It wasn't until she saw Zhao Wudi that Mo'er let Qin Dashan go, scooped a basin of hot water, and washed their hands for the two of them.
Since the beginning of the war, the meals in the army have been unlimited, and three meals a day can be eaten without letting go of the belly.
And tonight, the general Qin Huaiyu personally ordered the two of them to eat, Zhao Wushu looked at it, good guy, it was really hearty enough.
There is still bone broth in the big iron pot, several clay pots simmering on it, big millet buns, a big pot of mutton, a pot of Hu cakes, and a pot, which looks like it should be dog meat.
Qin Gang looked at this amount, and then looked at Zhao Wudi, thinking that this was raising the two of us as pigs, so he waved his hand and said, "It's all on the board, Mo'er, Lao Liutou, and Qin Dashan, let's eat together." ” They are all people in the army, not so poor and exquisite, plus Qin Gang has spoken, so there is no need to cling to the rules.
Several people put a few large pots on the cooking board with their hands and feet, and Lao Liu Tou fished a big bowl of bone broth for one person, and also fished two chickens for Qin Gang and Zhao Wudi.
Qin Dashan took out a small jar of wine from the room, patted the cover on his head, and a strong aroma of wine wafted out, and he couldn't help swallowing his saliva and said: "This is the general's reward, Sanle pulp, Lao Tzu is wiped out with the two of you." ” Sanle pulp from the Western Regions is already the best wine in Datang, especially in Shuofang City, a border place where birds don't, which can be described as rare.
Qin Dashan filled it up for several people, even Mo'er was no exception, and pretended to pick up the bowl and said: "Congratulations to Zhao Lvshuai and congratulations to the third uncle, drink to win" Then, with a tilt of his neck, a large bowl of Sanle Pulp Gudong Wine was dried, wiped his mouth, and exclaimed: "Good wine" Mo'er didn't dare to drink it, so she took a sip, stuck out her tongue, and muttered: "It's so spicy."
Zhao Wudi peeled the shells of the two chickens and threw them into the Mo'er bowl, causing a protest: "I don't want it, I don't want it."
Zhao Wudi stretched out his hand and slapped her little head, and said, "Be obedient, be good, look at how thin you have become, make up for it." ” In the end, a compromise was made, and one person ate a chicken.
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After eating this meal, although the wine is insufficient, the rice is definitely supported, and that feeling is Refreshing: