Chapter 575 Operation Falcon (IV)

The long night passed, and it was still a quarter of an hour before the fifth day. The tea shed outside Chongyang Temple began to become busy as usual. In the past few days, Old Man Sun got a nephew. Although the nephew's honest smile made Old Man Sun scared, he had to admit that the arrival of this nephew did help him a lot and helped him do a lot of things properly. Old Man Sun, who had worked hard for more than 20 years, felt a sense of relief for the first time.

In addition, Sun Xiaoming also brought him many customers. This Sun Xiaoming is especially good at making a bone lie, which is delicious. There are also customers who come from the city to drink his newly launched Sun's bone soup.

If his grandson hadn't been in their hands, he really wanted to learn how to make this delicious bone soup with his nephew. He could make his business bigger in the future, but when he thought that he was about to escape from Youzhou, his heart became heavy again.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the silver moonlight was sprinkled all over the ground. The night was very quiet, and as usual, more than a dozen merchants were lying under his tea shed to sleep. However, Old Man Sun knew that these dozen merchants were actually along the way with his nephew, and I wonder when they would take action.

The lights in the cottage were weak, the steamed buns were steamed, and a large pot of bone soup was being cooked on the stove. Today's bone soup was extremely delicious, and the aroma filled the cottage, which made Old Man Sun a little unable to help it.

He glanced secretly and saw Sun Xiaoming sweeping the floor in the yard. He slowly walked forward, took a bowl, uncovered the lid of the pot, and suddenly a rich fragrance came to his face. Old Man Sun felt that he had never tasted such a delicious thing in his life.

The black dog he raised was also very greedy. He rubbed around his feet and begged with a whimper. Old man Sun scooped up a bowl of bone soup and smiled at the black dog, "Let me try it first, I'll give you some too later."

The bone soup was very hot. He blew it and was about to drink it. Suddenly he stretched out his hand and slapped his soup bowl off, which fell to pieces. Old man Sun turned around in shock and saw Sun Xiaoming holding a broom in one hand and staring at him fiercely.

Old Man Sun's face turned red with shame, and he felt like he was being caught by a thief. His old face couldn't be stopped, so he said, "This is my shop, can't I take a sip of soup?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a whine. He lowered his head and was startled. He saw his black dog lying on the ground, bleeding from his orifices, and it was no longer possible.

Old man Sun looked at the soup pot, his eyes showed a look of fear, and he took two steps back.

Sun Xiaoming took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to him, saying, "This is my bone soup secret, you can accept it! If you want to drink it in the future, you can boil it yourself."

Old man Sun calmed down. He silently took the note, put it away, picked up the black dog's body and said, "I'll bury it, come back soon, they'll be here soon."

Old man Sun picked up a hoe, pushed open the back door and went out. Sun Xiaoming sighed, bent down and put away the bowl on the ground, and went to the yard to sweep the floor.

After a while, the door of Chongyang Temple finally opened. More than a dozen Taoist priests' carriages drove out of the Taoist temple and rushed towards this side. More than a dozen merchants sleeping in the yard jumped up, holding the package in their hands, and running towards the darkness. There was no one in the tea shed.

The carriage stopped on the official road. Sun Xiaoming looked at the sky. It was still early, and he felt confident that these Taoist priests would definitely come to drink soup.

Since he made bone soup, these Taoist priests of wine and meat have to get up almost every day, drinking a bowl of soup before leaving, and today there will be no exception.

"It smells so good!"

The Taoists got off the carriage one after another and walked up quickly. Master Shi Chongming smiled and said, "The soup today seems to be particularly fragrant, and I can't help it."

"Master Shi Dao, please sit down, brothers, please sit down, I will serve you soup immediately."

Sun Xiaoming walked quickly into the house and gave Old Man Sun a wink. Old Man Sun immediately went up to greet the soldiers, "Dear soldiers, come and have a bowl of soup too! Warm your body."

The soldiers looked at Old Man Sun coldly like a stone man. Old Man Sun was bored and had to come back and shout, "Xiao Ming, just prepare it for the Taoist masters, the military man will not eat it."

"I see!"

After a moment, Sun Xiaoming brought out a large plate, which contained more than a dozen bowls of steaming bone soup and a few plates of vegetarian steamed buns.

Old man Sun's legs began to tremble, and his voice changed a little, "I'll do it... help!"

He stepped forward to pick up the plate, but Sun Xiaoming said, "Uncle, you go to the back and look for Xiao Hei, I don't know where he went? I suspect it stole the bones."

"oh!"

Old man Sun limped into the house. At this time, he was nervous, scared, and grateful. He entered the house and opened the back door and ran away, and went into the wilderness, ran away.

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The Taoists were not wary of any warning. They gathered at two tables, drank the soup sweetly and ate steamed buns, and praised the bone soup for being cooked well. Some impatient people drank the soup and shouted to give another bowl. When Sun Xiaoming saw that everyone had drunk the soup, he began to move to the side and gradually walked to the corner. There was a broken bell here. Sun Xiaoming picked up the bell hammer and knocked it violently. There was a loud noise from the ground. Everyone, including the soldiers on the official road, looked at him in surprise. At this moment, there was only a scream. More than 50 soldiers on the official road fell to the ground. In just one moment, there was no one on the horse. In the darkness, a large group of Anxi soldiers ran towards him.

Sun Xiaoming slowly returned to the yard. The Taoist priests had fallen to the ground and were almost exhausted. The ground was covered with broken dishes. Sun Xiaoming walked to his senior brother Wang Chenzi. Seeing that he seemed to be dead, he pulled out a dagger and slashed twice in his heart. Wang Chenzi kicked his leg and never moved again.

Sun Xiaoming glanced at a corner and waved to him, "Old man Sun, come out!"

In the darkness, Old Man Sun walked out tremblingly. He looked at the corpse of Taoist priests all over the ground, and was so scared that he fell to his knees, covered his head and lay on the ground and cried, "Oh my God!"

At this time, dozens of soldiers rushed up and began to strip the Taoist priests' clothes. The man who was talking to Old Man Sun quickly stepped forward and knelt down on one knee to salute Sun Xiaoming and said, "Report to General Ji, all the fifty-four cavalrymen were killed, and no one was alive."

Sun Xiaoming's real name is Ji Sheng. He is actually the leader of the First Falcon Camp. Due to the special status of the First Falcon Camp, almost all scouts who came out from it have to serve as lieutenants. Therefore, Ji Sheng's military position is already a general of the Central Army. He is twenty-eight years old this year, but he has an honest and honest baby face, which makes people mistakenly think that he is only sixteen or seventeen years old.

Ji Sheng nodded, and he walked to the old man Sun with a panic look on his face, squatted down. One of his soldiers took a bag and handed it to the old man Sun and said, "These are three hundred Anxi silver dollars. You are now rushing to Lu County. There is a Yuelai Inn at the gate of Dongcheng City. Your wife and grandson live there. Then you hurry up and leave Hebei Road and go to Jianghuai area to sell bone soup there. I hope they will see each other again in the future."

Old man Sun was sobbing and whimpered. Ji Sheng helped him up and said, "Go quickly! It's not safe here."

Old man Sun nodded, untied his little donkey from the store, and then hurriedly set off. Ji Sheng kept watching him go away. At this time, the man stepped forward and said, "General, I always feel that killing him is cleaner."

Ji Sheng said lightly: "If you should be killed, one should not be kept, and if you should not be killed, the other should not be killed."

He waved his hand and said, "Go!"

The soldiers had quickly packed up their bodies, and more than a dozen people wore Taoist robes and made up to look like Taoist priests. More than fifty people put on the armor of An Lushan soldiers. The carriage started again and galloped northward.

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An Lushan's gunpowder factory is located in Lingyun Valley in the northern suburbs, which is the valley where the gunpowder was tested last time. Two huge warehouses and more than a dozen white wooden houses have been built in the valley. In addition to more than a dozen Taoists, there are also 300 gunpowder craftsmen who specially found them. They prepare gunpowder here and then make paper sky thunder. After nearly twenty days of hard work, they have made 20,000 paper sky thunders.

As for the people who continued to develop new gunpowder, they were the eldest brother Wangchenzi and his master Shi Chongming, but both of them had been poisoned to death in the tea shed.

More than a dozen Taoist priests lived in Chongyang Temple ten miles away, while 300 craftsmen lived in the military camp next to them. Since they could not work overtime at night, there was no need to keep people in the workshop. Everyone had to leave the workshop after dark, and soldiers would clear the floor. No one was allowed to stay in the workshop alone.

The guards of the gunpowder factory are very strict. There is a large military camp three miles away to the left of the valley, with a total of 10,000 troops stationed. As long as something happens in the workshop, the army can arrive in a short time. However, there are only 500 troops stationed in the workshop, all of whom are An Lushan's confidants. This is also a fear of the secret of gunpowder being leaked. The task of these 500 people is mainly to guard the craftsmen and defend the warehouse.

It was the fifth o'clock in the morning, and the valley was filled with craftsmen who came to work. The entrance of the valley was originally twenty meters wide. In order to control the flow of people, it was now piled with huge stones, leaving only a two-meter-wide hole, with dozens of torches inserted. The flames were bright and bright as daytime. More than 200 soldiers were guarding the door with full arms. Every craftsman had to search carefully when entering and exiting, putting them in one by one. The progress was very slow, but there was no hurry. There was no fire in the workshop, and it was pitch black when entering and exiting. It took an hour for three hundred people to go in and out every day.

At the fifth update, it was the darkest moment before dawn. At this time, the sound of horse hooves and wheels came from afar. No one was curious. Everyone knew that it was the group of crow Taoist priests who came. It was the fifth update now. They arrived on time every day and would never be in advance.

The carriage and the escort cavalry rushed towards the gate at a very fast speed, which was a bit strange. Such a fast speed would probably not be able to stop and hit someone.

The captain standing at the door saw that the carriage was too fast, and frowned and urged him to go forward and shout, "Slow down!"

The carriage stopped, and a dozen Taoist priests jumped out of the carriage and sneaked into the crowd. The captain was about to turn around, but suddenly heard a shout from afar: "Stop them! Stop them!"

The gunpowder factory leads to a fork road divided from the official road. The road is five miles away, and there is a checkpoint there, mainly to prevent passers-by from entering the factory. Thirty soldiers were guarding it. At this time, all the thirty soldiers had fallen to the ground and died. Not long after the carriage had passed, two patrol officers arrived. They found the bodies of the sentry in the ravines next to them. They knew that something was wrong and immediately chased them.

Just as the captain heard the shouting, he also noticed something abnormal. There was nothing wrong with the Taoist priest sitting in the carriage, but there seemed to be more than fifty people. Why do they seem to have become a little more today?

Just as he was stunned, a wolf-tooth poisonous arrow shot towards him, as fast as lightning. Before he could react, the wolf-tooth poisonous arrow hit his throat with an arrow. The captain groaned, covered his neck and turned over and fell off the horse. Twenty steps away, Ji Sheng coldly put his bow away and waved his hand to give an order.

The arrows came like rain, and more than 80 arrows roared towards the soldiers guarding the gate. The sudden attack caught the soldiers guarding the gate off guard and fell to the ground one after another. The soldiers of the Falcon Camp had extremely accurate arrows and used poisonous arrows. In an instant, two rounds of arrows were shot out, and more than 120 soldiers were shot to death. The Anxi Army drove up their horses and rushed forward. The arrows were like rain, shooting the soldiers who were running away in all directions.

There was chaos at the entrance of the workshop, but the massacre had just begun. More than a dozen Taoist priests held sharp blades in their hands and began to massacre among the three hundred craftsmen. They were the most elite soldiers of the Anxi Army. They were all very skilled in martial arts and cruel. They cooperated tacitly to block the road to escape, just like more than a dozen people-eating tigers. The sharp blades flew, cut their throats, and stabbed into the heart. They were all killed with one knife. Wherever they passed, corpses were everywhere, in a mess, and screams were heard.

Just as the gate was in the extreme bloody massacre, Ji Sheng led more than 20 cavalrymen to the workshop. They carried tincture oil, poured tincture oil onto the wooden house, set fire to burn, and the fire suddenly burned and the flames soared into the sky.

The sentry tower on the hill was alarmed, and three beacons were lit up in the night sky to warn Youzhou. The camp three miles away was also alarmed. The harsh alarm bell rang through the night sky, and thousands of Yan troops from Anlushan rushed out of the camp and rushed towards the workshop.

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This ten thousand troops responsible for defending the gunpowder factory is also An Lushan's elite troops. The so-called elite troops are not only able to fight on the battlefield, but also reflected in their daily training qualities and responses to war. Calculated today's time, the interval between the sound of the alarm and the first team of soldiers rushing out of the camp will not exceed three minutes. This is also An Lushan's attention to the gunpowder factory. Not only are there 10,000 troops stationed, but there are also beacon towers that can directly ask for help from the Youzhou camp.

Li Qingan also knew that An Lushan would strictly prevent the production and production of gunpowder, so he sent Anxi's most elite No. 1 Falcon Battalion. Although they only had 500 people, they could face the army of 5,000 people.

Halfway up to the Gunpowder Factory, Qin Haiyang led 400 soldiers from the Falcon Battalion were already on the battlefield. They all replaced them with the Falcon Battalion's Mingguang armor and horizontal sword shield. Everyone held a special arrow box crossbow. The arrow box crossbow has been used in ancient times. Ten arrows can be installed in the arrow box, which can be shot continuously, or even multiple arrows. The arc box crossbow designed by Anxi craftsmen for the special forces is not much different in principle. The key is that the workmanship quality is very good. Twenty arrows can be installed in the box, and one arrow is like lightning, and one arrow has two arrows. It can completely ensure that the twenty arrows can be shot smoothly, with an effective range of killing up to 150 steps, and can shoot the Tang army's Mingguang armor.

Moreover, their horizontal swords, shields and even armor are made of Damascus iron, which is very expensive. Even their war horses are the most exquisite Arab war horses. With excellent equipment and fierce and powerful soldiers, this five hundred troops can be called the world's first battalion.

The night was dark and the pale moonlight shone on the earth. Four hundred soldiers who entered the hinterland of Youzhou looked at the army that was surging like waves with extraordinary calmness. Everyone had a cruel look like a beast in their eyes.

Death is not scary to them, it is part of their lives, but glory is the whole of their lives. They are willing to defend the honor of the first scout in Anxi with their blood.

"Prepare!"

Four hundred arrow boxes and crossbows were lifted up together, and the eight-inch-long poisonous arrow flashed with a faint green light under the cold moonlight. The enemy arrived frantically and had already entered a killing range of 150 steps.

"shoot!"

With the order of Qin Haiyang, eight hundred men broke through the air, like a group of returning bees, cold arrows crossed the night sky, and rushed towards the Yan army that was rushing towards the rushing wildly.

Suddenly, a large group of soldiers fell into chaos, and a large number of casualties were killed and injured. The hundreds of cavalrymen in front were even more overwhelmed with people and screams.

"Shoot again!" Another cloud of arrows flew out of the air and shot towards the enemy.

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To be continued...