Hot air balloons can certainly resist the enemy.

But the premise is that the basket below must be filled with five special bombs.

Just black gunpowder.

Whether it is sulfur or saltpeter, it was widely used as medicinal materials at this time, and the army also used it as arson material, so it can be found in Yecheng. Of course, the quantity is limited, but it is enough for Yang Feng to make a hundred kilograms of gunpowder. In fact, together with the sapling of nitroso, he made a total of 150 kilograms of gunpowder, which are the best proportions and have been purified.

Then five bombs were loaded.

But it's not iron shells.

It’s not that it’s too troublesome to make an iron shell, but Yang Feng’s hot air balloon has limited load-bearing capacity. Even if an iron bomb stuffed with thirty kilograms of gunpowder is trying to reduce the thickness of the shell, it will probably have to be hundreds of kilograms. He doesn’t want to throw it down and it will be broken as soon as it hits the ground.

And it’s not okay to wrap a quilt like in the late Ming Dynasty…

Well, there is no cotton at this time.

So his bomb was wrapped in silk layer by layer, just like the silk medicine bag that fired the medicine. Then it was wrapped in raw cowhide and increased the strength. Use silk as the rope to tighten it to the maximum extent. However, iron sand is not added. The black gunpowder has limited power, and the iron sand is even more powerful. What he wanted was not to kill many Yan soldiers. Such five gunpowder bags could kill one or two hundred, which was a miracle. All he wanted was the loud explosion. What he wanted was the strange effect created by this explosion. What he wanted was the Yan army explosion camp. Five gunpowder bags could not kill many people, but it was still very promising to blow up an army that never knew there was gunpowder in the middle of the night, especially when the explosion came from the sky...

"I miss my gasoline barrel!"

In the hanging basket swaying in the sky, Yang Feng said sadly, guarding his five bombs.

By the way, the Divine Emperor was also very shabby at this time!

In the past, he needed food and directly sent a hundred tonnes. Now he was so despairing to sell jade seals for a mere 100,000 stone of rice. He used to be waved at the camp and was flying stars outside the sky, but now he could only lie in a small hot air balloon and guard five gunpowder bags. The power of this thing is probably just like a one-two-digit mortar shell. In the past, he used to play Crazy Axe with a few hundred kilograms, and the cannon could be broken with one axe, but now he can only play Zhao Zilong with a horse.

This is a sad story!

He sighed and looked down.

The hot air balloon flying down the wind has reached the sky above the Yan army camp. Due to the wind direction, he is under the Murong Ping's troops in the west of the city. Yecheng is surrounded by Zhang River in the north, and there is also a Xuanwu pool in the south. Although the Xuanwu pool is almost silted, it is also a large wetland swamp. Therefore, the most suitable attack surface is the east and west directions, among which the west is the main one. The three platforms in the northwest corner are actually part-time watchtower. Murong Ping's 50,000 troops set up camps under the city, and Murong Ba's 30,000 troops are in the east of the city. Although the Yan army did not attack, the cavalry had already attacked Fangtou at the farthest distance, and even Dai Shi was worried. However, because the Yellow River behind it, it was easy for him to escape. As for all the cities around Yecheng surrender, in fact, the surrounding fence-bearing grass was ignored at all. If the Yan army fails, they will surrender to Yang Feng immediately.

All loyalty in this era is shit. Everyone has only one principle, that is, to live in various ways. Even the emperor of the Western Jin Dynasty could hold a plate to serve the enemy and ride his own wife, others...

What other people need to be honest!

"Living in troubled times is like a dog!"

Yang Feng continued his sorrow.

This is exactly what Ran Min means. For the first time, he stood up to tell the Han people who were humiliated and surviving, using blood to restore their dignity, using swords to reshape their glory, no longer survive, no longer endure the enslavement of foreign races, and no longer humble as weeds for others to trample on. Although he failed, the blood of millions of foreign races made the remaining foreign races understand that they did not want to be defeated by the death of the fish and did not want to die together, so they had to learn to respect the real owner of this land. After that, both Fu Jian, Murong family and the Tuoba family in the future, they silently followed this rule, and were assimilated over the years, until Tuoba Hong simply abandoned their past, and even his surname was forcibly changed to the Han surname.

This is what Ran Min means.

It doesn't matter whether this person is good or bad.

There will be no good people who can reach his point in this era. In what era was in the Later Zhao Dynasty? Shi Hu could hang his own son with an iron hook in public like the meat on a meat case, dig out his eyes and dig open his stomach, then burn it to ashes and trample on it with a horse, and then dismember all his family members, including his own grandson, and all five subordinates were separated from their corpses. He survived under such a person and became a senior general...

Good man?

Good people have long turned into ashes!

The madness of this era is not something modern people can imagine. They like Shi Hu, who cooked and ate meat for guests after a nun, and Fu Sheng, who peeled off the face and made people dance, and Liu Cong, who dug up the eyes of the ministers, barbecue...

The era of such a madman cannot be measured by the concept of good and evil of modern people. Modern people can imagine that a person wants to kill his son and implicate his grandson. His grandson pulls his clothes and begs for mercy, but he pushes his grandson away with tears, and then drags it aside to dismember the five horses? I am afraid this is not just described as a change of tai, but such a person rules a huge empire that almost covers the entire Guanzhong and Shanxi in North China. So is kind and useful in such an empire? Is justice useful? Is moral useful? In such an era, if you want to survive, you will not become one of the skeletons all over the mountains and fields, and do not become someone else's food, you can only become a madman and a hungry wolf, because this is an era where animals can be led to animals and cannibalism.

Therefore, modern people are not qualified to criticize the King of Wudao.

Modern people do not live in this era.

When modern people sit at the dining table in a restaurant, can they imagine a cooked head in front of them? When cruelty has no bottom line, kindness is the humblest and useless thing.

With infinite emotion, Yang Feng picked up a large gunpowder bag, and at the same time his hot air balloon fluttered at the speed, wind direction, wind power, the orientation of the largest tent in the Yan army battalion below, etc., began to calculate all the data from Xiaoqian, and instantly calculated Yang Feng's throwing angle, strength and even the swing amplitude of the hot air balloon. In short...

Of course, that's all.

There are all tents below, so there are no one who can't hit the ball!

Moreover, his flight route has been planned long ago, and as long as the wind direction remains unchanged, there will basically be no big error.

Yang Feng then took out his homemade matches, then lit the fuse of the gunpowder bag. Looking at the fire of the sparks, he raised the thing with a terrible smile, and went out without hesitation. He fell straight down with the gunpowder bag of burning the sparks. He lay leisurely on the hanging basket and watched. At this moment, he was actually only more than a hundred meters away from the ground. Moreover, because the fire had been turned off, the hot air balloon was actually slowly landing, so in a blink of an eye, he saw the explosion of fire on the ground shining...

Yan Army camp.

"Mr. Liang, what are you looking at?"

Outside a tent that was having a banquet, a general walked to the young general who blocked Yang Feng in Liantai last time and asked in confusion.

"General Fu, what is that?"

Murong Jun's youngest brother, after the Battle of Chanhebei in history, led the remnants of the Murong family to establish Nanyan in Shandong. He pointed to the hot air balloons that slowly floated like ghosts and said.

The general next to him, Fu Yan, was also stunned.

The hot air balloon less than 100 meters above the ground was clearly seen on the background of the stars, with a strange aura, floating silently. While they were looking up, a faint flame flew out from above and fell at an extremely fast speed. However, Fu Yan and Murong De did not see this flame. They were turning back to shout at the generals who were drinking. Suddenly, a faint roar was waving. Murong De turned his head the first time and saw not far away.

In the night sky, a terrifying ball of flames suddenly exploded. Before he could react, the earth-shaking explosion hit him with a fierce air wave. He opened his mouth in horror, but his screams were drowned in the loud noise, and then he flew backwards like he was hit by a war horse. Also flying backwards were Fu Yan and the tent behind them. The fragile tent was instantly flattened like a typhoon of 12. The generals walking out were all locked up...

Then Murong De and the others screamed and smashed on it.

"Come on, let's put out the fire!"

Murong De shook his head vigorously to wake him up, then spit out a mouthful of blood, got up and roared at the top of his lungs.

There is also a brazier covered under the tent.

Just as he shouted, the flames began to jump out. The tents were made of cowhide and the sun was dry long ago. Moreover, as the central army tent, there were many gorgeous decorations, basically silk or cloth, which were just like fire. Murong De could even see the generals pressed down and struggled to escape. He could also hear their screams of burning, but the solid cowhide blocked their way of life, and they were locked down and allowed to burn by the fire.

"Come here!"

Murong De yelled like crazy.

However, at this time the military camp was in chaos.

This terrifying explosion was completely beyond the scope of people's understanding of this era, especially when something strange floated by in the sky, the terrified soldiers rushed out screaming and all looked at the sky as stupid as they looked.

And at this moment, the second gunpowder pack fell.

"Hurry, save people!"
Chapter completed!