"That's right, it's wine, with sucrose added in it!" Zhu Han said.
As he spoke, he sealed the lid and lit the fuse on the lid.
Zhu Han used both hands to throw the jar far away.
Snapped!
There was a crisp sound and the jar fell to pieces on the ground.
Then there was a burst of explosive flames, and some firewood nearby was ignited.
Under Zhu Han's instructions, Hu Yiba tried his best to fight the flames, but instead of extinguishing the flames, they continued to burn wherever they touched.
When Zhu Yuanzhang saw this, he was immediately overjoyed.
"Great, once this black rocket is smashed down, we will have won half the battle!"
Xu Da was also very happy when he saw this.
"This fire is like a will-o'-the-wisp. Not only can it not be extinguished, but it is getting stronger and stronger. It's scary!"
Brother Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly frowned again, "If this thing catches fire in our military camp, wouldn't it be too dangerous?"
Zhu Han smiled and said, "Brother, this thing is not that amazing. It is just a high concentration of alcohol, plus sticky sucrose. It will definitely not work if you beat it, and it cannot be destroyed with water, but it can be covered with soil!"
Sure enough, Hu Yiba quickly extinguished the flames by shoveling the soil with a shovel.
"It's amazing, it's amazing!" Xu Da laughed happily.
"Brother, you are really our Zhuge Kongming, you are omnipotent in heaven and on earth!" Zhu Yuanzhang also said happily.
Zhu Han smiled lightly, not too proud.
After all, this black rocket is not his original work. It is a copy of some Shenhuo Yao and Hale rockets from later generations. It is made by merging the technology. This kind of rocket has extremely poor accuracy. In addition to being able to scare the enemy with explosive alcohol,
The real lethality is very limited.
Fortunately, the enemy camp in Hengjian Mountain is large enough, and these black rockets can still land inside no matter how poorly aimed they are.
Time was running out, and Zhu Yuanzhang immediately began to deploy, preparing to lead an army of three thousand dragons and ten black rockets to raid the Hengjian Mountain camp.
Before setting off, my elder brother Zhu Yuanzhang asked again.
"Brother, the black rockets are a good thing. Ten is too little. Can you make more quickly, maybe thirty or fifty!"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Han immediately gave him a big roll of his eyes.
"Brother, you don't know. These deflagration alcohols are distilled high-purity alcohols. I don't know how much liquor is consumed. Those sucroses are also very expensive. We only collected these in Haozhou City. Ten bottles
There are enough."
What Zhu Han said is all true.
Wine and cane sugar were both considered luxuries in ancient times.
Making wine requires a lot of grain. Nowadays, people don’t have enough to eat, so how much grain is left to make wine?
As for sucrose, it is even more ridiculously expensive. Only Lingnan and Guangxi have a large output of this stuff. It is not easy to produce and manufacture. After transporting it all the way here, it is even more ridiculously expensive.
Just these ten black rockets have already depleted Zhu Han's family fortune.
"Damn it, when we capture Dingyuan and Chuzhou, I will definitely ask my brother to give an order to put all the wine and cane sugar under military control!"
Night falls.
The three thousand Longxing troops led by Zhu Yuanzhang marched quickly under the cover of night.
Soon, they found themselves not far from the Hengjian Mountain Camp.
"Time is not enough, wait a little longer!"
Zhu Han immediately suggested to his brother.
"Well, okay, the whole army is hiding!"
Zhu Yuanzhang quietly issued the order.
According to Zhu Han's plan, they lurked for more than an hour until all the enemy troops in Hengjian Mountain fell asleep, and then launched a night attack using ten black rockets as a signal.
The Three Thousand Dragons raised an army, and they were indeed experienced elite soldiers. Everyone lurked in the grass and shrubs, and remained completely motionless against all the bites of mosquitoes, rats, and mice.
They were all quietly waiting for the opportunity to attack.
Inside the Hengjian Mountain Camp.
Several thick candles illuminated the barracks of the regiment commander Miao Daheng.
"Dad, I have already made arrangements and will quietly hide two thousand elite soldiers to stay behind!" Miao Youzhen walked in and said.
Miao Daheng nodded and then asked again.
"We must keep it secret. If the Mongols find out, they will cause trouble for us again."
"Dad, don't worry, everything has been properly arranged and kept without anyone messing around."
After Miao Youzhen said that, she opened her mouth again, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't dare.
Of course, Miao Daheng knew his son very well.
When he saw this situation, he immediately showed displeasure.
"As a man, you must act neatly and speak out when you have something to say!" Miao Daheng taught him a lesson.
Miao Youzhen took a deep breath and whispered.
"Dad, the red scarf thieves are making such a big fuss now. The officers and soldiers are defeated in Yingzhou and Xuzhou in the distance, and the officers and soldiers are defeated in Haozhou nearby. Do you think this Dayuan's energy has been exhausted?"
Hearing his son's words, Miao Daheng's eyes widened and he subconsciously glanced outside the door. Fortunately, no one was there.
Miao Daheng even lowered his voice and said in a very stern tone.
"Don't say such nonsense!"
"Dad, aren't we the only two here?" Miao Youzhen continued.
Miao Daheng sighed and then said.
"The majestic Yuan Dynasty has a traitor in power. In terms of strength, it may really be exhausted!"
Miao Youzhen immediately became energetic and continued to speak.
"Dad, then why don't we also fight against these dog Tatars!"
In recent years, the Mongolian rule has become more cruel and mediocre, 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 famous generals like Chahan Timur, King of Ruyang. Don't look at Liu Futong and others' dancing, can they stop it?
The Yuan army’s counterattack is still unknown! If we jump out at this time, we won’t be crushed to death by the Mongols!”
Miao Daheng said disdainfully.
Obviously, he was also extremely dissatisfied with the Mongolian rule.
However, under the influence of Meng Yuan for many years, Miao Daheng did not dare to take risks.
"Dad is right, my son was reckless." Miao Youzhen had no choice but to nod in agreement.
The tens of thousands of soldiers and horses in the hands of their father and son were short of food and clothing, and most of them were refugees who worked together to farm for self-protection, so their combat effectiveness was naturally not high.
Miao Youzhen had ambitions to fight against the Yuan Dynasty, but she had to calm down.
"Okay, the ancients said that when time comes, the heaven and earth have the same destiny, and the heroes who are transported are not free. If you want to fight against the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, what you need is the birth of a great hero. It is not something you and I can do. If we can protect the family, it is already
It’s amazing.” Miao Daheng said seriously.
He knew very well how much his son weighed.
In order to dispel the untimely passion in his son Miao Youzhen's heart, Miao Daheng led Miao Youzhen on a tour of the military camp.
Under the cool evening breeze, Miao Youzhen finally calmed down a little.
Miao Daheng looked up at the night sky and said with some emotion: "No amount of heroic ambition is worth a life! Otherwise, it is like a shooting star in the night. No matter how bright it is, it will eventually fall and perish. How can it be compared to it?"
The dim stars in the sky can coexist with the heaven and the earth!"