Daming: Brother, there is no future for monks, let's rebel

Chapter 50 Black Fire Artifact!

"That's right, it's wine with sucrose added!" Zhu Han said.

As he spoke, he sealed the lid and lit the fuse on the lid.

I saw Zhu Han forcefully with both hands, throwing the jar far away.

Snapped!
There was a crisp sound, and the jar fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a deflagrating flame was emitted, and some firewood nearby was ignited.

Under Zhu Han's instruction, Hu Yiba tried his best to beat the flame, but not only did the flame not go out, but it continued to burn wherever it touched.

Zhu Yuanzhang was overjoyed immediately when he saw this.

"Great, once such a black rocket hits, we will win half the battle!"

Seeing this, Xu Da was also very happy.

"This fire is simply a will-o'-the-wisp. Not only can it not be extinguished, but it will grow stronger and stronger, scaring people to death!"

Brother Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly frowned again, "If this thing catches fire in our barracks, wouldn't it be too dangerous."

Zhu Han smiled, "Brother, this thing is not so magical, but it's just high-concentration alcohol, plus viscous sucrose, it definitely won't work with patting, and it can't be extinguished with water, but it can be covered with soil!"

Sure enough, Hu Yiba shoveled the soil with a shovel and quickly extinguished those flames.

"It's amazing, it's amazing!" Xu Da laughed happily.

"Brother, you are really our Zhuge Kongming, you are omnipotent!" Zhu Yuanzhang also said happily.

Zhu Han smiled lightly, not too complacent.

After all, this black rocket is not his original creation, but copied some of the later generations of Shenhuo Crow and Hale rocket, and made it by combining technology. This kind of rocket is extremely poor in accuracy. The real lethality is very limited.

Fortunately, the enemy camp in Hengjian Mountain was big enough, no matter how poorly the aim of these black rockets was, they could still fall into it.

Time was running out, and Zhu Yuanzhang immediately started to deploy, preparing to lead an army of three thousand dragons and ten black rockets to raid the Hengjian Mountain camp.

Before leaving, the older brother Zhu Yuanzhang asked Xiang again.

"Brother, the black rocket is a good thing. Ten is not enough, can you quickly make more, come to thirty or fifty!"

Hearing this, Zhu Han immediately rolled his eyes at him.

"Brother, you don't know. These deflagration alcohols are all distilled high-purity alcohols. I don't know how much white wine was consumed. The sucrose is also very expensive. Haozhou City only collected these. Ten sticks That's enough already."

What Zhu Han said was the truth.

Alcohol and sucrose, these two things were proper luxury goods in ancient times.

Wine making requires a lot of grain, and now people can't get enough to eat, so how much grain is left to make wine.

As for sucrose, it is outrageously expensive. Only Lingnan and Guangxi have a large output of this thing, and it is not easy to produce it. It is even more expensive to transport it here.

These ten black rockets alone have exhausted Zhu Han's family fortune.

"Damn it, when Dingyuan and Chuzhou are conquered, I must order my brother to bring alcohol and sugar under military control!"

Night falls.

Zhu Yuanzhang's three thousand Longxing troops marched rapidly in the dark.

Soon, they found it not far from the Hengjian Mountain Camp.

"The time is not enough, wait a little longer!"

Zhu Han immediately suggested to his elder brother.

"Well, good, the whole army is hidden!"

Zhu Yuanzhang quietly issued an order.

According to Zhu Han's plan, they hid for another hour, waited until all the enemy troops in Hengjian Mountain fell asleep, and then used ten black rockets as a signal to launch a night attack.

The Three Thousand Dragons Xingjun are indeed seasoned elite soldiers. Everyone lurks in the grass and shrubs, and they are completely motionless against all mosquitoes and rats.

They are all quietly waiting for the opportunity to attack.

Inside the Hengjian Mountain camp.

A few thick candles illuminated the barracks of regimental trainer Daheng Miao.

"Father, I've already made arrangements to quietly hide two thousand elite soldiers to stay behind!" Miao Youzhen walked in and said.

Daheng Miao nodded, and then asked again.

"Be sure to keep it secret. If the Mongols find out, they will trouble us again."

"Father, don't worry, everything is properly arranged, and no one is talking nonsense in safekeeping."

After Miao Youzhen finished speaking, she opened her mouth again, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't dare to say it.

Of course Daheng Miao knew his son very well.

When he saw this situation, he immediately showed displeasure.

"A man should act swiftly and speak up when he has something to say!" Daheng Miao taught him a lesson.

Miao Youzhen took a deep breath and said in a low voice.

"Father, the red scarf thieves are making so much trouble now, there are officers and soldiers defeated in Yingzhou and Xuzhou in the distance, and officers and soldiers defeated in Haozhou nearby. Do you think this Dayuan is exhausted?"

Hearing his son's words, Daheng Miao stared at him, and subconsciously glanced outside the door, but fortunately, no one was there.

Daheng Miao lowered his voice even more, and said in a very stern tone.

"This kind of thing, you must not talk nonsense!"

"Father, we are the only ones here!" Miao Youzhen continued.

Daheng Miao sighed, and then said.

"A majestic Dayuan, a traitor and a sycophant in power, if you want to talk about your strength, you may really be exhausted!"

Miao Youzhen regained her spirits immediately, and continued to speak.

"Father, why don't we turn against these tartars too!"

In recent years, the Mongolian rule has become more brutal and fatuous, and Miao Youzhen has long been dissatisfied.

"You are still too young, and your thinking is too simple. Even if your vitality is almost exhausted, there are still millions of troops, and there are also famous generals like Ruyang King Chahan Timur. Don't look at Liu Futong and his dance. Can you stop it?" It’s not yet known how the Dayuan officers and soldiers will counterattack! If we jump out at this time, we won’t let the Mongols crush us to death!”

Daheng Miao said disdainfully.

Obviously, he was also extremely dissatisfied with the Mongol rule in his heart.

However, under the influence of Meng Yuan for many years, Miao Daheng dared not take risks.

"Father is right, the son is reckless." Miao Youzhen also had to nod her head in agreement.

The tens of thousands of soldiers and horses in the hands of their father and son lacked food and clothing, and most of them were refugees who joined groups to farm and protect themselves, so their combat effectiveness was naturally low.

Miao Youzhen had the ambition to rebel against Yuan in her heart, so she had to calm down.

"Okay, the ancients said that the heaven and the earth have the same luck, and the heroes are not free. If you want to fight against the Mongolian Yuan, what you need is the birth of a great hero. It is not something that you and me, father and son, can do. If we can keep our family, we are already It's amazing." Miao Daheng said seriously.

He is very clear about how much his son weighs.

In order to dispel the untimely passion in his son Miao Youzhen, Miao Daheng led Miao Youzhen to inspect the barracks.

Under the cool evening wind, Miao Youzhen finally calmed down a little.

Miao Daheng looked up at the night sky, and said with some emotion: "No amount of heroism is worth a life! Otherwise, it will be like a shooting star in the night, no matter how bright it is, it will eventually fall and perish. The dim stars in the sky can coexist with the heaven and the earth!"

(End of this chapter)