Some strong Song soldiers pulled the rope with all their strength and pulled up the jars of molten iron.

Place it on the wooden board and push the cart.

The molten iron inside rippled slightly.

Pieces of intense heat came out of it, and I felt like I couldn't open my eyes even if I got even slightly closer.

The rest of the Song army quickly pushed aside the corpses of those who had died in the battle and moved out of their positions.

"Everyone get out of the way!"

"Let's all work together!"

A group of people pushed the large cart and held the handle of the iron can to make it steady.

When you get to the battlements, force the cart again.

The golden molten iron inside spurted out thinly, like lava erupting from a volcanic crater.

When the first Jin Army soldier was hit by the rain, his head collapsed instantly before he could make any sound, and then his whole body fell like a piece of scrap metal.

The molten iron slanted down, and with a slight touch, it burned through the iron armor and melted the flesh, blood, and bones.

The people on the ladder had no time to react, and a large piece of golden molten iron rolled down.

Seven or eight Jin soldiers died in pain, beyond recognition, and some even had most of their heads melted.

By the time the people below saw clearly, it was already too late to escape.

Seven people were showered on the head.

The temperature of the molten iron is as high as 1,000 degrees, and when it touches the helmet, it will burn through the helmet.

Their fate is the same as those above.

Moreover, when the molten iron fell, it was sprinkled on the pile of corpses, causing a large "water wave".

Everyone nearby was burned.

They wanted to escape, but they couldn't escape at all, because they were attacking the city and the Jin army was swarming forward, crowded.

Where to escape?

Song Jun prepared 20 cans of such molten iron and poured it in different places.

Looking from a distance, it looks like 20 golden angry dragons sloping down from the top of the city.

Everything that touches it collapses.

Wanyan Wushu's hands were trembling slightly: It has been nearly three hours!

This city seems to be made of diamond!

Every time the city was about to be captured, the Song army was always able to take it back.

No matter what sacrifices they make, they can get it back!

This gave Wanyan Wushu a headache.

The Jin army clearly felt fear, and many Jin soldiers were no longer willing to move forward.

The officers could only coerce him by beheading him.

But this method can only intimidate people for a while, and over time can easily lead to mutiny.

Wanyan Wushu rode his horse and ran in the direction of Wanyan Zonghan.

"marshal!"

Wanyan Zonghan's face was frozen and motionless, as if he was wearing a livid mask, his eyes staring straight at the city wall in front of him.

"What's the matter?"

"Our army suffered heavy casualties!"

"I know it!"

"Marshal, I request a retreat!"

Wanyan Zonghan's sharp eyes were fixed on Wanyan Wushu, as if his eyes could pierce a person's body.

Wanyanwushu is not a good thing either.

He is also brave and good at fighting and is Yue Fei's number one enemy.

The famous Tiefutu in the Song-Jin War was the personal soldier of Wanyan Wushu.

In history, it was he who chased Zhao Gou around.

He planned and presided over many attacks on the Song Dynasty, and also used the spy Qin Hui to kill Yue Fei.

Of course, he was also the younger brother of Wanyan Zongwang, the fourth son of Jin Taizu Wanyan Agu.

Wanyan Zonghan stared at him coldly for a long time before taking a deep breath.

Wanyan Xiyin on the side said: "Marshal, if we can't defeat it by force, we will continue to use the strategy of locking the city and don't advance rashly."

Shi Liai also said: "Marshal, what Xi Yin said makes sense."

Wanyan Zonghan was unwilling to accept it and said: "Send the commander's order to withdraw the troops!"

Soon, the Jin army began to call for gold and withdraw its troops.

After hearing this, the Jin soldiers at the city retreated like the tide.

"The golden thief has retreated!"

On the top of the city, someone shouted loudly.

"The golden thief retreated!"

"..."

When the people in the city heard this, they immediately raised their heads.

Zhao Ding, who was not far away, immediately came over and said: "Quick, everyone, go find the wounded!"

The medical staff and doctors were prepared and immediately went to look for the wounded with herbal medicine.

At this time, Zhao Ning in the palace was not idle either.

"Guan Jia, these are the moldy steamed buns you asked me to prepare." Song Shuyuan, the internal minister, walked into the Wende Hall carrying a dustpan.

Zhao Ning quickly stood up and walked over. When he saw these moldy steamed buns, it was like seeing a treasure.

"And these are juices made from ground rice and taro, fresh."

"Okay, this is what I want."

As early as twenty days ago, he began to try to write a recipe for "making penicillin in a local way" and asked someone to make moldy steamed buns half a month ago.

But it is the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month and the air is dry. To make moldy steamed buns, you need to prepare a special environment.

Now it's finally there.

He didn't know if he could succeed, but he had to try anyway.

It would be great if penicillin could really be made.

You know, a wound infection in ancient times might kill someone.

The truly life-saving drug on a large scale was the birth of penicillin.

It was only truly refined and put into use during World War II.

It can be said that penicillin helped the Allies win World War II and saved millions of people.

Of course, it is impossible for Zhao Ning to produce penicillin with high purity.

After all, there is no such exquisite equipment.

A rougher one will do, and you will see how effective the treatment is.

Just because you're not sure, don't stop doing it.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, try it.

As for how to inject it into the body, he hasn't thought of a good way yet.

Take it step by step first.

Song Shuyuan was a little confused and asked boldly: "Guanjia, what do you want these for?"

"You will know later. Come, peel off all these moldy things and put them into these porcelain vessels filled with juice made from ground rice and taro."

"Yes, officials and ministers can just do it with them."

Song Shuyuan is very skilled. She is a palace minister and a female official.

It can be seen that those palace maids often do meticulous needlework.

A total of 10 such ceramic petri dishes were prepared in order to sample more and conduct experiments more accurately.

After all the moldy penicillium was placed in the ceramic petri dish, the ceramic mouth was sealed with a gauze sealed with oil.

"Guan Jia, it's done."

"Okay, you put these over there."

"yes."

"Wang Huaiji."

"Guardian, what are your orders?"

"No one is allowed to touch them, you know?"

"Yes, I know it, and I will take good care of it."

"You guys go down first."

Song Shuyuan said: "I will retire first."

"By the way, after seven days, prepare 10 portions of rapeseed oil."

"Yes." Although she didn't know what the emperor was using rapeseed oil for, Song Shuyuan still agreed.

At this time, the chamberlain at the door came in and said: "Guan family, the Emperor is here."

"What is he here for?"

Before the chamberlain could continue, Zhao Ji had already arrived at the door. He shouted to the imperial guards: "I am the Supreme Emperor, and you dare to stop me!"

Zhao Kai helped Zhao Ji and walked in.

Zhao Ning said: "How come the Supreme Emperor has the leisure and elegance to come to me?"

Zhao Ji said angrily: "Listen! Listen to the outside! I heard the sounds of those attacking the city even in the palace! Do you really plan to let the Jin people attack before negotiating peace?"

"Are the Emperor tired of staying in Yanfu Palace?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"You came to me and yelled when you got tired of it!" Zhao Ning reprimanded him unceremoniously, "If you make your voice louder, let everyone outside hear it, and everyone will hear that our Great Emperor of the Song Dynasty is a courageous coward!

He is a coward who is greedy for life and afraid of death!"

"You!" Zhao Ji didn't expect that his son would dare to confront him like this, "You rebellious son, how dare you talk to your father like this..."

Zhao Kai said: "Guan family, my father is not in good health recently, so please give him some time."

Zhao Ning's face immediately darkened. He lifted the table with one hand and the teacup on it fell to the floor, making Zhao Ji and Zhao Kai jump.

Zhao Ning said angrily: "It's time for the Supreme Emperor to calm down! Do you want me to replace the imperial army to protect the Supreme Emperor day and night, so that there will be peace?"

Zhao Ji said angrily: "You traitor! What I regret most is passing the throne to you!"
Chapter completed!