Based on visual inspection, Reggie drew a terrain map. Although there would inevitably be deviations in size, his superb drawing skills were enough to allow everyone to clearly understand the entire strategy.
The center of the mountain road goes up three hundred feet. The road here is the narrowest and the terrain is the steepest. It is the best battlefield chosen by Reggie.
"Of course I won't actually lick the prince's boots," Reggie gestured on the drawing. "Did you see it? Here, according to the etiquette of the surrender ceremony, I will be one hundred feet (thirty meters) away from the prince.
Stop at the right place and wait for the prince's order. After he declares his surrender, I will give you my gift first, and the guards will light the fuse behind the barrel and push the barrel down before it is completely burned!"
Decto asked: "What is a fuse?"
Reggie said: "Oilcloth drawn from a wine barrel."
Decto asked again: "Why use oilcloth? Why not just light the barrel?"
Vares shouted: "Stop asking, you idiot! Do you want to burn the lord to death too?"
Reggie explained patiently: "The oil barrel will burn for a period of time and then explode. We must ensure that the barrel rolls to the enemy's position before exploding."
"Explosion?" Su Lite asked, "Is it like black powder?"
Reggie shook his head and said: "It's not that powerful, but it's enough to disrupt the enemy's formation."
Jiawen shook his head and said: "But if you do this, the enemy's archers will shoot arrows at you."
"The mountain path there is only more than thirty feet wide. Ten eight-foot-wide fire barrels are rolling down. Do you think the archers are still in the mood to fire arrows?"
"It's hard to say," said Decto. "There will always be enemies who are not afraid of death. They will shoot you with an arrow even if they risk their lives!"
"Then just pray that he misses!" Reggie said, "The mission of the guards and I has been completed, and the rest is up to you. When the enemy is in chaos, you should have a way to ignite the enemy.
Trebuchet.”
Jiawen shook his head and said: "The cavalry have no weapons, so what can they do?"
Reggie remained silent. This was his biggest headache. The best way he could think of was to let the cavalry snatch the enemy's weapons in the chaos.
"Don't worry, I have a way," Su Lit said, "I can hide a fire crossbow under the saddle, and the enemy will never find it."
Decto smiled and said: "A fire crossbow doesn't matter. The cavalry's horseback is like a wizard's pocket. I can hide a lot of things!"
Su Lit also smiled: "Maybe we should prepare more gifts for the prince."
Dexter stared at Reggie for a long time and said, "Are you really going to come with us?"
Reggie said: "I have no chance to deceive you. If I don't show up, you won't walk out of the city gate."
"Twenty people against two thousand people, this is really crazy." Deckard couldn't help but shook his head.
"We don't need to defeat them, we just need to light their trebuchets." Sulit slammed the table hard and said: "Since the lord is willing to go, I will do it!"
Decto still hesitated: "It is impossible for us to come back alive. Even if we ignite the enemy's black powder, we will be bombed together with the enemy."
"That's not necessarily the case," Su Lit said with a smile, "Do you still remember that sneak attack? I was the one who lit the trebuchet, but I'm still alive. My fire crossbow can shoot up to 130 feet (40 meters).
), this distance is enough for me to escape."
Decto shook his head and said: "That's just one trebuchet. What if more than a dozen trebuchets explode at the same time?"
Su Lit held some ale in his hand, drank it, and said: "My luck is always so good. No matter what happens, I can come back alive."
Decto gritted his teeth, waved his fist and said, "I've done this too! I'll call all my cavalry here."
Reggie stopped Decto and said: "Don't worry, don't tell the soldiers about the tactics yet, there may be spies from the political affairs officer in our team."
Decto said: "They are all my old acquaintances. If I can trust you, I can naturally trust them too."
Reggie said: "I also want to believe everyone, but if the news leaks out, we will be shot into pieces by him before we can see the prince."
Decto said: "When are you going to tell them?"
Reggie knew this was cruel, knowing that the soldiers would die but not letting them know the truth.
"The prince has set the time for surrender at dusk tomorrow night. I want to delay it until night. Before the battle, I will tell the news to the cavalry. In addition, I have also prepared some bread and bacon. I want the cavalry to eat more.
A few good meals.”
"Bread and bacon? We eat these every day," Dexter looked at Reggie with disdain, "What kind of good thing is this?"
Reggie shrugged and said: "This is war time, and there is only so much I can provide. Of course, I still have some wine..."
"Keep your bacon, Lord Lord!" Sulit said with a smile, "Old Hill and his daughter are coming soon, and you will see the most generous man and the most beautiful girl in Suixue City.
"
Old Hill? Who is this?
Reggie had some impression of this name, but it wasn't until he saw old Hill that Reggie remembered his identity.
He is a cattle dealer in Broken Snow City, and according to the wine shop owner Vares, he is currently the richest businessman in the city.
Because all the businessmen richer than him have fled.
"Tell me, is anyone hungry? My good daughter, bring delicious food to these good guys," said the skinny old Hill, wearing a suit of armor, while his daughter Ain Sili took the wooden barrel filled with broth from the ox cart.
Moved up and down.
This is the girl Su Lite mentioned, the most beautiful girl in Broken Snow City.
She does look very special.
This girl is six feet tall, a little taller than Reggie. Her rough muscle lines are no less impressive than Jarvan's.
Her facial features are quite regular, and there is a little sweat on her bronze cheeks. After looking at her for a long time, she may have a different kind of beauty.
The barrel containing the broth seemed to weigh at least two hundred pounds, and it was difficult for both boys to lift it.
But she was able to move both barrels off the oxcart by herself.
"I still have a hundred cows, and I kill one cow every three days," Old Hill laughed loudly. "My cows are very strong, and every good man has good meat to eat! Enough to feed you for a year!"
This is a bloody businessman. After the war is over, we must create a better business environment for him.
But now is not the time to think about these things. What Reggie cares about most is his one hundred cows.
"Mr. Hill, please take a step to speak!" Reggie rushed over excitedly, but saw Ansley standing in front of him.
"Who are you? What do you want to do?" The girl's voice was strong and thick, and Reggie was so frightened that he shrank behind Jiawen.
"Uh...this girl, I'm Reggie Victor. I have something I want to talk to your father about."
"Lord Coward! What do you want to do?"
Reggie didn't object to the word coward. After all, it sounded much nicer than wild dog, bastard, piggy, etc.
Old Hill sat on the bullock cart, stared at Reggie for a while, and said to Ansley: "Son, let him come over. Even if he is a pig waiting to be slaughtered, he must be allowed to hum twice.
"
Wine shop owner Vares stood in front and shouted to Old Hill: "Old guy! Be polite to the lord!"
Old Hill spat and said, "Stupid donkey, do you believe I burned down your liquor store?"
Reggie didn't want to listen to these boring quarrels. He approached Old Hill and said excitedly: "The market price of a cow is one gold coin. I know it is a war year and goods are scarce. I am willing to spend two hundred
If I buy all your cattle for a gold coin, are you willing to do this business with me?"
Old Hill looked at Reggie sideways and asked, "What do you want to do to my cow?"
"I want to..."
"That's enough, no need to say more!"
This old man is really weird. He asked the question first but didn't let anyone else answer.
"Okay, please do okay before you go to hell!" Old Hill took a clay pot and filled a large bowl of broth for a cavalryman. "These good guys have fought hard to do this."
Life, fighting for your territory, you gave them nothing, nothing! I can only give them this little meat to eat, what else do you want to do? Give my cow to your prince? I didn’t
You are so shameless, I would rather kill all my cows and burn them!"
There are many stubborn old people in the world who just speculate on other people's thoughts without waiting for them to speak.
"Mr. Hill, please listen to what I have to say, just one sentence." With the help of Jarvan and Vares, Reggie invited old Hill into the watchtower. After drinking a glass of wine, Reggie said what he said.
Thoughts like, "I want your cattle to go to war."
"Cow, go to the battlefield?" Old Hill, who has sold cattle all his life, really can't understand Reggie's intention. It seems that cattle have no function of going to the battlefield at all.
"Why not?" Reggie smiled and said, "I will tell you a story, an ancient story. Do you know that in the ancient East, there was a very powerful country, and there were many lords in this country.
There were frequent wars. One lord was defeated and lost more than seventy cities. When he was desperate, he found a thousand cattle..."
Reggie told the story of the Fire Bull Array to Old Hill in the most popular way possible. Old Hill had never heard of any ancient Eastern country. This country did not exist in this world at all, but he liked this story very much, especially
Love the ending of the story.
"You mean, one thousand oxen and five thousand soldiers defeated tens of thousands of enemy troops?"
"Yes, Mr. Hill," Reggie said excitedly, "your cow will become the hero who saves Shattered Snow City!"
There was a strange light shining in Old Hill's eyes, which was brighter than his bald head.
"But I don't have a thousand cows."
"It doesn't matter!" Reggie said with a hearty smile, "We don't have tens of thousands of enemy troops. We only need a hundred bulls, and cows are also fine."
"I don't have a hundred cows either. In fact, I only have twenty-one cows. Originally there were twenty-two," Old Hill pointed to the soup bucket. "Now there are only twenty-one left."