"What the hell! Why doesn't this damn sun still want to set?
And God bless me, there must be no moon tonight, preferably no stars at all. I can make it as dark as I want.
If this is possible, I will definitely get you a pig head as an offering after I return home~"
I don’t know how many times it has happened. After looking up at the bright sun in the sky, the cook Fan Zhu prayed devoutly again.
Corn, who was sitting paralyzed next to him at that time, heard this rookie's emotional prayer.
He didn't laugh at the other party, but he looked very understandingly and found a packet of Chinese seeds and a box of matches from a small bag hanging on the waist pole on the left side.
After lighting one for myself, I patted the remaining cigarettes and matches into the opponent's hand.
I hope that using this method can relieve the other party's extremely nervous mood.
Speaking of which! Actually, it’s not Fan Zhu’s fault. This serious cook from New Oriental has such a miserable performance. It’s actually because their current situation is not very optimistic.
The current time, based on the position of the sun in the sky, is just around five o'clock, and it is at least more than an hour before dark.
Counting the battle that started at noon, it only lasted four and a half hours.
But during these four or five hours, those Jin soldiers took the initiative to attack with shouts of "Ouch~" from the very beginning, trying to steal a share of military exploits from the weak Song people.
Later, amid the huge casualties, I gradually hesitated until I became timid.
However, driven by the cavalry, they had to attack bravely, totaling eight times.
In total, there was an attack almost every half hour, which meant that the last battle had not ended long before the next attack started again.
During the short rest period, even veterans like Hu Biao were unable to regain their energy. At this point in the game, their physical strength was also severely exhausted.
Naturally, let alone rookies like Fan Zhu.
Now he even finds it difficult to stand up to pee.
Good guy! This guy now took off the helmet on his head and threw it beside him like garbage. His hair was hanging down, his face was blue, and his lips were white.
It was like being beaten by ten strong men just now.
It seems that he has really reached his limit, and even the last bit of his physical strength has been squeezed out.
In the following time, Fan Zhu put a huazi in his mouth with trembling hands, but he stroked it for more than ten times before lighting the huazi in his mouth.
As a result, after taking a heavy puff, poor Fan Zhu coughed violently.
It's not that this guy doesn't smoke, but in the first two attacks, a panting Jin soldier rushed to the edge of the hill and was stabbed in the chest by Fan Zhu.
But Fan Zhu's whole body was as soft as cotton due to the continuous fighting.
So the stabbing shot was also weak and powerful; after piercing a piece of leather armor on the opponent's body, it didn't penetrate very deep at all, so naturally there was no way to kill this opponent.
Instead, in pain, the man took out a one-handed ax from his hand and hit Fan Zhu.
Even according to Hu Biao's explanation, he needed to take care of this guy's corn in the battle. In an emergency, he smashed out the shield in his hand and knocked the golden soldier to the ground.
Fan Zhu was also hit hard on the chest, and a small crater was made in the shiny protective goggles.
The man got up quickly, and in anger, he took out a simple knife from his waist and slashed the golden soldier more than twenty times.
With a face full of weather and frost, he would not stop until he was chopped to pieces.
However, he suffered serious internal injuries at that time, and he would cough even if he made a slight movement. Even when he was coughing, his throat became so sweet that he vomited a mouthful of blood.
The half of the cigarette in his mouth was stained red.
Miraculously, this Huazi cigarette was not extinguished.
It is precisely because of this that Fan Zhu started smoking again after vomiting blood, letting the cigarette full of blood smell linger in his mouth.
On the one hand, he really needs to use a harmful thing like tobacco to relax his nervousness and prevent himself from doing stupid things.
For example, it is shameless to throw down the weapon in your hand, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, and hide in the tunnel on the reverse slope like those women.
On the other hand, compared to the experiences of many people, he is relatively lucky.
Even if they kept peeling off the armor from those golden soldiers who died in battle and put it on their bodies, Liu An and others had at least one piece of iron armor on them.
Some people even wore leather armor while still in iron armor to give themselves strong protection.
However, in battle, although equipment is very important, it is not a panacea. It only slightly reduces the number of casualties in each battle.
Up to now, no matter how many rookies are under the care of the veterans, not a single one has died in battle.
However, 32 of the government officials and male musicians had been killed in the battle, and 11 were seriously injured. The remaining number of people who were injured was less than 30.
Therefore, Fan Zhu was not dissatisfied with the result of just spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Besides! After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he felt much more energetic...
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After finishing the cigarette that even the butt was dyed red, Fan Zhu spit out the cigarette butt far away, finally feeling that his mood and spirit had improved a little.
My tired whole body seemed to have some strength.
It's a pity that such a wonderful experience did not last for three seconds.
Suddenly, the warehouse manager who was on guard came to his ears, and he said in a broken voice: "Old Hu, those grandsons are planning to come up again."
"Everyone is ready to fight. Your concubine will choose the stronger and bolder among the women to throw bricks."
After hearing this, Hu Biao, who was lying on the ground like a big character, trying to recover his strength, jumped up from the ground and started shouting like this.
Under such an order, everyone grabbed the weapons at hand and stood up.
As he hurriedly grabbed the sweat-smelling helmet and put it on his head, Fan Zhu, a rookie, hesitated for a moment and then suggested:
"Lao Hu, how about we use explosive bags?"
After hearing such a sentence, everyone was shocked and immediately looked at Hu Biao expectantly.
In order to boost everyone's morale, Hu Biao not only told everyone his plan to sneak away secretly as long as they persisted until night; he also naturally wouldn't let go of the good news that explosive packs could be used in this mission.
An hour ago, Lang Qing and the other three finally made those explosive packets.
Because there are only 3 bags, 60 kilograms of old-fashioned potassium nitrate fertilizer, and this thing is based on the most classic formula, which is why 75% potassium nitrate needs to be added to each portion of gunpowder.
After all the materials were used up, they produced a total of 45 kilograms of black powder.
However, the purity of these materials is not too high. In order to ensure the necessary lethality, each explosive package is made into a size of 5 kilograms, with only 9 in total.
But with the knowledge of those bumpkin Jin Bing, they had never seen such an explosive bag before.
Even if they are not killed by the explosion, they will be frightened to death.
It's like saying that as long as these nine explosive packs are used, it can easily last until dark, okay?
However, faced with such a tempting suggestion, Hu Biao didn't know what he thought of. After being silent for a while, he still said:
"No need for now, keep it~"
"My surname is Hu, I'm going to fuck you~"
Even if they knew that Hu Biao made such a choice, he naturally had enough reason in his heart; but after hearing such news, Fan Zhu and other rookies couldn't help but madly greet this guy in their hearts and rush to the street.
In the end, 7 more people died and 5 were seriously injured. After two battles, it finally became dark.
With Fan Zhu silently praying to all the gods and Buddhas in the sky, tonight is really a dark night without moonlight and starlight, and he can't even see his fingers...
