Chapter 1447 Being a good master is really not easy!
Chapter 1447 It’s really not easy to be a good messenger!
After hearing this, Bangluo thought for a moment and said: "General, according to my subordinates' understanding, there is no kerosene produced in Muyue Kingdom, and the last time they consumed kerosene was very huge. Fan Xingwang must have used some kerosene because he couldn't bear it anymore.
The purpose is just to slow down the speed of our mountain building. As the general said, even if Fan Xingwang still has kerosene in his hand, there is not much left!"
Heng Saer nodded and said: "Well, you are pretty good at coming up with these."
Bang Luo received a rare compliment from Heng Sal, and couldn't help but feel a little happy.
Heng Saer clasped his hands behind his waist and looked at Qingyuan Pass. After a while, he suddenly said with some doubts: "But why did they stop attacking and suddenly there was no movement?"
Bangluo said: "General, the Muyue people have no fire oil, so the stones they use will not do anything. Instead, they will help us. In addition, we can't do anything with their bamboo javelins and bows. If they continue to attack, it will be in vain."
It was a waste, I guess they were reluctant to use it indiscriminately, so they simply stopped using it."
"Heh..." Heng Saer smiled faintly, turned to look at Bangluo, and said: "Your brain still hasn't completely turned away!"
Bangluo looked at Hengsar with great confusion and shook his head slightly.
Heng Saer said: "If they are afraid of wasting it and are reluctant to part with it, then they won't use the kerosene just now. According to my opinion, Fan Xingwang must have thought of some countermeasures to make everyone busy!"
Bangluo said in surprise: "Countermeasures? They have nothing on hand, what other countermeasures can they think of?"
"I don't know." Heng Saer shook his head and then said: "Let's wait and see."
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Half an hour later, we were on Qingyuan Pass and Fangcheng Trail.
Under the command of Fan Xingwang, Pang Zhenbei, and Zhanpu generals, large iron pots were set up behind the Fangcheng Trail.
Jimo Qiao counted it curiously and was surprised to find that there were more than a hundred large iron pots.
"Brother, what on earth are you doing?" Jimo Qiao asked.
Chai Yan smiled and said: "I have already said that we need to boil the golden juice."
"I know, but please tell me, what is golden juice?" Jimo Qiao wanted to know immediately.
Chai Yan said, "Why are you so anxious? You will know soon."
"It's still a lie!" Jimo Qiao muttered in a low voice, then frowned and started thinking.
After a short while, Jimo Qiao suddenly called out: "I know, the second prince has sent so many poisonous medicinal materials. You must be planning to boil a poisonous potion, and then pour it down, and then you will die again."
It can both burn and poison people!"
Chai Yan immediately snapped his fingers, nodded and said: "Smart..."
Jimo Qiao suddenly felt happy, but just when he thought he had answered correctly, he realized that Chai Yan had not finished speaking.
"...What you think is very close to the correct answer, but it's still not quite right." Chai Yan continued.
"Ah?" Jimo Qiao couldn't help but frown, extremely puzzled.
At this time, a loud noise came from one end of the Fangcheng Trail, and many soldiers could be seen boarding the trail. Looking from a distance, it was found that each of them came up carrying two wooden barrels.
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"Look, here comes the golden juice!"
After Chai Yan said this, he took out a handkerchief from his sleeve.
Then in front of Jimo Qiao, he tied the veil on his face and blocked both nostrils tightly.
"What are you doing?" Jimo Qiao still didn't know why.
The next moment, the soldiers in the distance began to pour the contents of the wooden barrels into the iron pot, and the soldiers beside the iron pot also began to light a fire.
After a while, Jimo Qiao suddenly smelled a smell. She immediately raised her hand to cover her mouth and nose, frowned and asked, "What is it, so smelly?"
"Of course it's golden juice. If it doesn't stink, it wouldn't be called golden juice!" Chai Yan's nostrils were blocked, and his voice was much more nasal when he spoke.
Jimo Qiao finally couldn't bear what Chai Yan said. As he stepped forward, he said, "I'm going to go and find out what the golden juice is!"
Chai Yan didn't stop Jimo Qiao, he just looked at her back and snickered.
Next, Chai Yan saw Jimo Qiao walking to a large iron pot and looking into it.
But after just one glance, Jimo Qiao's expression of curiosity was replaced by astonishment and surprise.
While Jimo Qiao covered her mouth and nose with both hands, she retreated as quickly as possible. It was not until her back hit the wall of the crenel that her retreat was forced to stop.
Then, Jimo Qiao was stunned. She covered her mouth and nose with both hands and there was no movement for a long time.
Chai Yan watched Jimo Qiao's reaction from a distance and couldn't help but laugh.
Before her smile faded, Jimo Qiao's face suddenly turned around. At this time, her shock and surprise were gone, and she only had an angry look on her face.
"Good on you, Chai..."
As soon as Jimo Qiao shouted at Chai Yan, Chai Yan quickly raised his index finger to his mouth and made a silencing gesture, telling her to stop what she was going to say.
Then, Jimo Qiao rushed back to Chai Yan angrily and said angrily: "Those...those smelly things, are you talking about the golden juice?"
"Yes." Chai Yan said, raising his hand and handing a clean handkerchief to Jimo Qiao.
Jimo Qiao hurriedly took the veil and tied it on his face, saying: "Oh my god, it's so disgusting!"
Chai Yan said seriously: "Golden juice is boiled feces and urine. If you are accidentally scalded by golden juice, the wound will fester and rot in less than two days, and you will soon lose your fighting ability!"
"Is this...really?"
Jimo Qiao just wanted to blame Chai Yan for thinking such a disgusting idea, but after hearing what Chai Yan said, he instantly became quiet.
Chai Yan continued: "Don't think that if the golden juice burns someone and makes the other person lose the ability to fight, that's it. He has even more powerful effects!"
"What impact?" Jimo Qiao asked with wide eyes.
Chai Yan turned to look north and said solemnly: "Those who were burned by gold juice and whose wounds rotted and suppurated have lost their combat effectiveness, but they will not die immediately. These people still have to lie in the military camp. Let's not mention the presence of germs in the military camp.
To spread the threat, let’s just talk about taking care of wounded soldiers..."
After taking a breath, Chai Yan continued: "Wounded soldiers need people to take care of them. Therefore, as long as the enemy's wounded soldiers increase, the manpower required to take care of the wounded soldiers will inevitably increase. When there are not enough military doctors, they
Do ordinary soldiers have to be sent to take care of the wounded? In this way, the number of soldiers who can go to the battlefield will naturally decrease. As the saying goes, one goes off and the other goes up. Think about it, is this another weakening of the enemy's strength?
Where’s the combat effectiveness?”
Jimo Qiao was convinced after hearing this, her eyes were shining brightly. She nodded at Chai Yan repeatedly, gave a thumbs up and said: "Awesome! I have to say, your move really hurt my grandma's family! Hahaha
..."
Chai Yan rolled his eyes at Jimo Qiao and said, "You little girl, do you know how to speak well?"
Jimo Qiao smiled, pinched his nose with two fingers, and said: "The method is a good one, but... it just stinks!"
"Then go down quickly, it will start to stink after a while, and it will stink even more!" Chai Yan reminded.
Jimo Qiao suddenly frowned, but he was unwilling to leave, and said: "No, I have to see with my own eyes how the Piz people cry like ghosts and wolf howls, cry for father and mother after being poured with gold juice, haha...
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Thinking of the scene of these hot and dirty things being poured down, Jimo Qiao couldn't help but have fun.
While Chai Yan and Jimo Qiao were talking, more than a hundred large pots on the Fangcheng Trail were filled with golden juice one after another.
Afterwards, the soldiers who were adding firewood to the fire began to work hard.
As the firepower intensified, the entire pass defense city was shrouded in a strong stench.
"Ugh...no, no, no, I can't stand it anymore...yuck!" Jimo Qiao's eyes were blackened by the smoke, and he kept making retching sounds.
Not only Jimo Qiao was like this, but also some of the soldiers of the Luna Army were like this. They couldn't bear it and kept feeling sick and retching.
Although Chai Yan wanted to go somewhere else to avoid the smell, he knew very well that as the one who came up with the idea, he couldn't leave, otherwise it would be troublesome if everyone found out and provoked public anger.
Chai Yan tried his best to endure it and couldn't help but sigh: "It's really not easy to be a good messenger (shit cook)!"
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PS: I swear, I will never write such a disgusting plot after eating again!