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These Houjin elites are extremely brave. They all hold small bucklers the size of fans and various sharp weapons.

Facing the dark unknown objects flying towards them, they did not panic at all. Some people even used a knife to split the pots open, and then quickly avoided them.

But even though these Houjin elites were very skilled, it was still difficult to escape the threat of these clay pots, which were black and exuded an indescribable stench of juice, splashing everywhere.

If someone has a bad heart and takes a whiff of it for no reason, he is afraid that he will be breathless.

"What the hell is this?"

"These despicable bright dogs are so disgusting. I have to kill them all to satisfy my hatred."

"Warriors, don't panic. This is the golden juice of the Ming army. It will not be fatal. Be careful and avoid these dirty things. As long as you rush to the city, they will be as weak as pigs and sheep."

An officer from Houjin shouted loudly from behind.

On the top of the city, Li Yuanqing could not help but sneer slightly, "Fire the oil bombs."

"yes."

"Fire oil bombs." The sound was passed from layer to layer.

In a moment, the black clay pots soaked in oil and with clothes tied outside flew over the sky and landed heavily in the battle formation of these Houjin elites.

"Damn it, what is this? It's so fucking disgusting."

One of the Houjin elites split open a clay pot, flew away, and hurriedly went to check.

But when he saw the contents of the clay pot, he couldn't help feeling nauseated. He couldn't help but want to vomit out the breakfast he had just eaten.

If the golden juice just smells bad, the contents of this clay pot are disgusting.

It was filled with indescribable, unexplained, and simply indescribable stench of grease. It was lumped together. It was said to be condensed. It was indeed condensed, but it was not strong. When touched, it shattered in a disgusting manner, leaving thick juice all over the floor.

The stench is extremely bad.

On the top of the city, Li Yuanqing had no time to follow these post-Jin Tatars.

"Get on the rocket."

"yes."

After a moment, several archers came forward quickly, and the soldiers who had already prepared flints helped them light their arrows.

"put."

In an instant, a row of rockets shot directly onto the grease-filled ground at the feet of the elite elite soldiers of the rear Jin army.

It was just like the electric ignition switch of a gas tank. The moment the rocket came into contact with these dirty liquids, the blue flames suddenly jumped up to the height of a person. For a moment, it was like an explosion.

"Pa-pa-pa", continuous, sudden flames, as if coming from the ground, "bang", and swarming up.

"Ah. It's on fire, it's on fire."

These Houjin soldiers are all wearing heavy armor. Indeed, this can provide them with excellent protection, but these heavy armors are not light. At this time, the juice under their feet has stuck to the ground, and the soles of their feet also seem to be covered with

It's like it's stuck, and every step it takes is very laborious.

"The rocket continues."

This only ignited the front. Although it only took a short time to ignite the rear, how could Li Yuanqing give these dog Tatars time to escape? He quickly issued new orders.

It is better to be victorious and brave to chase down the enemy, and not to be a famous scholar.

Even if the Tatars become drowned dogs, how can Li Yuanqing have any sympathy for them?

After a moment, another row of rockets whizzed by.

In an instant, the ground behind was also ignited, thick smoke billowed up, and small explosions continued on the ground.

At the same time, on the other side of the catapult, there were more of these so-called "fire oil bombs" constantly being thrown from the air, and they continued to hit all sides of the rear Jin army's battle formation in the sea of ​​fire.

"Damn it, Ming Gou. You, you must die a happy death."

A real slave's whole body was ignited by the fire. He screamed in pain and tried desperately to run, but the fire had completely surrounded him. He had no way to retreat and could only roll on the spot, but the ground was full of various juices.

Let him burn faster.

"Minggou, you will definitely be punished. Great Khan, Great Khan, you must avenge us."

The city has completely turned into a sea of ​​fire. The bodies of Hou Jin's elites are like ants being roasted. They can't run away or retreat. There is no way to go to the sky and no door to the earth. They can only watch helplessly.

He and his companions were burned alive.

They shouted and cursed desperately, but ~~~, they had no choice but to die.

On the top of the city, Li Yuanqing looked at this scene indifferently. There was not much expression on Yingting's face.

All these careful preparations were not in vain, and they finally played their role at the critical moment.

Originally, Li Yuanqing wanted to light these jars directly, and then throw them out, directly hitting the Jin army's battle formation.

But after careful consideration, Li Yuanqing gave up this idea.

After all, this is not a new type of incendiary bomb of the American army, it is just the simplest copycat product developed by Li Yuanqing himself.

The projection power of sling crossbows and large slingshots is also not accurate. If there is an accident during the launch process and it falls on the top of the city, it will not be beautiful.

Therefore, Li Yuanqing finally adopted this primitive ignition method, and now it looks like the effect is pretty good.

And these juices have also been carefully prepared by Li Yuanqing.

The city of Lushun was short of supplies. If all animal fats were used, there wouldn't be so many raw materials. However, during the process of making golden juice, Li Yuanqing had an idea.

That is the marsh gas of later generations.

Biogas is not complicated. It only requires a simple sealed environment and a little storage.

There is nothing else in Lushun City, but there are still a lot of people...

Moreover, human feces also contains a lot of oil. Stir it up, add some animal oil, and put it directly into a jar...

Then, seal the mouth and wrap it with various rags soaked in oil. The burning effect...

"Hahaha. Dog Tartars, you too have today. Die for me." Zhang Pan couldn't help laughing.

Not far away, a sea of ​​​​fire has formed. Near the sandbag wall, it was also completely caused by the fire. The raging flames were seven or eight meters high. Countless Tatars were trapped in it, struggling and crying.

In the end, it can only turn into a handful of coke and continue to add fuel to the fire.

And because the sandbag walls of Han slaves were piled up below the city head, even if the fire occasionally drifted toward the city head with the wind, it would be blocked by these sandbags and would not spread to the city head.

The raging fire became more and more fierce. Even if there were a few tough Tatars who could rush out of the sea of ​​​​fire, they would be killed by the Ming army's cannon soldiers who had been staring at this place for a long time.

pain of.

The cheers from the Ming army at the top of the city soared into the sky.

Li Yuanqing couldn't help but hummed softly the famous song of a famous singer in later generations, "You are like that - a fire..."

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But not far from the opposite side, Amin's face turned green, and his two eyeballs were completely filled with blazing fire. He was trembling, but he couldn't say a word.

This Niulu heavy-armored soldier is the essence and blood of his life. It is he who can settle down and become the foundation of Big Baylor.

But at this time, the Ming army was so lightly on fire that they all turned into ashes...

"I, I..." Amin paused for a long time, but still couldn't say a word.

All the servants around him were panicking and hurriedly supported Amin, "Master, are you okay?"

"Master, you have to take care of yourself."

"Master..."

But no matter what they said, Amin couldn't hear it anymore. Suddenly, he felt a sweetness in his throat, and an inexplicable air flow crazily poured out of his belly.

He couldn't control it anymore, he spat out a large pool of blood with a "wow" sound, tilted his head, and passed out.

"Master, please wake up."

The minions around him instantly became a mess.

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Not far away on the other side, Mang Gurtai's hair stood on end and his face turned green. Originally, he should be the main attacker today, but Amin volunteered and took over this job.

At first, Mang Gurtai was still a little resentful of Amin. He was such a bitch, he was used to being arrogant, and he was the only one who knew how to bully others, but now...

He was indescribably grateful to Amin. If it weren't for his silly brother, he and his tribe would be the ones in this fire now.

"Master, let's, what should we do?" A close servant approached Mang Gurtai carefully and asked cautiously.

Mang Gurtai glanced at him and said, "What should I do? Can you survive this fire?"

"Huh?" The slave couldn't help but be speechless, but Mang Gurtai was the master. Even if he was unhappy, he didn't dare to say anything, so he had to stand aside carefully.

Mang Gurtai let out a long breath. What should he do? Should he advance or retreat? He was also in a mess in his heart.
To be continued...