In street fighting, grenades are often more important than cannons, and even more so in Jerusalem.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The explosions of grenades echoed in the city of Jerusalem.

On the streets, among the broken walls, there are corpses everywhere, including Ming army and Tianfang people. For every Ming army, Tianfang people will have to pay at least five or six people, or even more than ten generations, and the earth is full of corpses of Tianfang people.

In some sea of ​​corpses and blood, the blood of Ming soldiers flowed down the road, passing through one corpse after another, mixed with the plasma of the people in the sky, and gurgled into a stream.

The war in Jerusalem has been going on for a day and a night, and the battle has evolved from war to a full-scale fight. Both the enemy and us have tried their best. Every corner of the city and every ruin have become a battlefield.

The long battle finally made Mou Guoxi feel exhausted. After stabbing an enemy to death with one knife, he was exhausted and still sat down. The high-speed running and the assassination of all his strength exhausted him. He even had no strength to stand there anymore, but like his comrades, they sat under the broken walls, on stones and bricks. The blood-stained rifle was next to him.

Everyone was gasping for breath, their faces looked very tired, but everyone was still awake. Taking advantage of the rest, they took out the iron cigarette boxes of palm-sized cigarettes from their pockets, then tore up the cigarette paper, poured some sesame-sized cigarette powder and rolled up the cigarette.

The same is true for Mou Guoxi, but his cigarette box is made of silver and has exquisite reliefs on it. Such a cigarette box is worth at least a dozen taels of silver, but in fact... compared with those tinplate cigarette boxes that are engraved with "promoting national prestige", it is nothing different, that is, decorations or rolled cigarettes.

Take out a rolled cigarette from the cigarette box, lit it with a match, and a paper cigarette ignites. The unique fragrance of tobacco permeates his alveoli, and then he leans against the corner of the wall, enjoying the comfort brought by the cigarette.

Although he seemed very comfortable, his face looked a little pale. He smoked slowly, but his mouth was very dry, his lips were pursed, trying to moisten his lips with saliva. Under the midday sun, he closed his eyes and sat there.

After smoking a cigarette, he opened his heavy eyelids and burned in the distance. This is the so-called "holy city", but in fact, it is just a ruin.

He felt a little thirsty and touched the kettle hanging on the belt around his waist, wanting to get a sip of water. As soon as the box came over, he felt that the kettle was very light. He shook it for a while, and it was empty and there was no sound.

“No more water,”

Mou Guoxi said to himself.

He did not ask his comrades to ask for water to drink. Everyone only had a pot of water. Water was very important on the battlefield.

There is a well?

Looking to the left and right sides, there was no movement, the cannon stopped ringing, and the gunshots were sparse, occasionally accompanied by the explosion of a grenade.

Between the broken walls and walls, there are several enemies' corpses. Apart from that, everything in the world is very quiet.

There should be a well nearby.

Maybe it's in that yard.

Mou Guoxi thought so, then stood up with a rifle and walked towards a yard not far away. He said that the yard was actually a broken wall.

The artillery fire of the Ming army was extremely fierce. Not to mention such a house, even fortresses could not resist the artillery fire of the Ming army.

Walking from the broken wall to the yard, as he guessed, although there was no well in the yard, he still found a pottery jar full of water.

"ah……"

After taking a sip of water, Mou Guoxi poured it down from his head with water. He felt extremely comfortable. He just lies next to the pottery jar with his eyes closed. He had no strength for a long time and sat there. At this time, he heard some movement. When he opened his eyes, he saw a little girl with a gray face emerging from there, looking at him.

Looking at the nervous little girl, Mou Guoxi grinned.

"Is this your home?"

Obviously the little girl couldn't understand what he was talking about.

"Where is your lord?"

Fortunately, the little girl couldn't understand what she was saying. Mou Guoxi thought to himself that from the moment she siege, there were no so-called civilians and soldiers in this city. Everyone was soldiers, and everyone was resisting them. Those fanatical people would always try their best to resist them.

Her adult...maybe he's dead.

What a poor child.

Looking at the little girl, Mou Guoxi thought to himself. After thinking about it, he took out a few pieces of mint hard candies from his pocket, and handed them to the girl and said.

"I'll give you this, it's very sweet."

Worried that the girl didn't know how to eat it, Mou Guoxi deliberately opened the candy paper bag and gestured with the candy.

Looking at the candy in front of him, the girl hesitated for a while, took it over, and then put it in her mouth as if she was Mu Guoxi. In an instant, a happy gaze burst out from her big eyes.

The candy is very sweet!

It's also very cool.

This hard candy made with lemon, mint and white sugar has been loved by the people since its introduction, and the military also purchased candy in large quantities as a convenient way to supplement soldiers' sugar.

Here, sometimes, a candy can prevent the relationship between the two parties who are speechless.

"Is it tasty?"

The girl didn't speak.

"I have some here, you can take these."

Putting the candy into the girl's hand, as if she was remembering something, Mou Guoxi lowered her head and wanted to take out the compressed biscuits from her bag.

"You probably didn't eat, this..."

Before Mou Guoxi finished speaking, he felt something suddenly pierced his neck. He hurriedly covered his neck, and a heat surged to his throat. He turned his head and looked at the girl in disbelief. The girl was holding a dagger in her hand, and the tip of the dagger was dripping with blood.

"You, you..."

The girl who was originally nervous had a firm look. She stared at Mou Guoxi and cut her neck again.

When the knife cut his neck, Mou Guoxi felt that he could even hear the sound of flesh being cut. He covered his neck with one hand and wanted to grab the girl with the other hand, but his hand had no meaning at all.

Blood flowed out from his fingers, and red blood flowed to the ground, soaking the land. But it only added a slight bright red to the yellow land.

I'm going to die!

Mou Guoxi never expected that he would die like this. He stared at the girl and touched her with his other hand.

Finally he touched the grenade, fumbled and unscrewed the bolt tail, and then pulled it.

The girl hadn't left yet, and the girl was muttering words in her mouth that Mou Guoxi couldn't understand.

When his consciousness became increasingly blurred, Mou Guoxi still raised the grenade.

There was a loud bang.
Chapter completed!