In the west city of Handan, it was originally a granary, but now it has become an arsenal. There are more than a dozen houses near the west. The door is open and soldiers are trotting out with a jar of things.

Kang Lesheng took a few steps and opened the seal on the jar. A pungent smell suddenly came. He dipped it with his fingers, put it in his hand, and looked at it carefully.

"Chief of Staff, if I admit it right, is this oil?"

"Hahaha, good eyesight, it's indeed oil."

Kang Lesheng frowned, and Li Dingguo said that he had a brilliant plan, which was not like lying, but what did it have to do with the dark liquid in front of him!

"Chief of Staff, I vaguely remember that someone cooks with oil. You don't want to give the Tartars a fire attack, right?"

"Smart!" Li Dingguo smiled and said, "The first record of oil is to recommend "Dream Creation of Things in Dreams". "The Heavenly Works of the Works" written by Song Yingxing and Song references many of Shen Kuo's achievements. I also luckily saw explanations about the nature of oil in the royal palace. This thing is lighter than water and can float on the water surface. After it is ignited, black smoke rolls and blocks the view, which is very beneficial to our guardianship of the city. I think it is a wonderful thing that won a surprise!"

Kang Lesheng was also very sensitive. After thinking for a while, he smiled and said, "The Chief of Staff is very smart. I don't think so, so he threw oil from the water gate, followed the moat to the middle of the Tartars, then raised the fire to ignite it, burning the Tartars!"

"Heroes have similar views!"

They were all very active players, and the soldiers brought out 500 jars of oil. This was half of Petroleum in Handan City. The Ming Dynasty did not have the ability to drill and recycle oil. Twenty miles away from Handan, there was a self-flow area of ​​oil, which was not large. At first, the people did not know what the use of this black liquid was. They all flowed away in vain. Later, some people found that oil could burn, so they used it to cook. However, the taste of oil was not good, and many people were not used to using it.

After Li Dingguo entered the city, he was personally responsible for mobilizing the people. When he found oil in a house, Li Dingguo felt like he had a treasure. He immediately ordered the whole city to be concentrated together.

Finally, it was time to show off, the soldiers brought oil to the front of the water gate, and the oil from the jar poured down. They immediately floated on the water surface and slowly flowed eastward along the river.

Gurgle, gurgle!

The soldiers were moving faster and faster. All five hundred o'clock fell clean. A black oil stain appeared on the moat, stretching thousands of meters, slowly flowing forward. Li Dingguo's eyes looked into the distance with the oil stain, and a sneer gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth!

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"Kill, rush!"

Another wave of Tartars rushed up. This time, the Mongolian soldiers from the Ordos tribe were dispatched. As guards guarding the tomb of Genghis Khan, the Ordos tribe had many praises: for the wings of the fierce falcon, for the guards of the chariot, for the wise and for the wise. The white room of the mountain, for the wholehearted guard, for the guards, for the wholehearted guards, for the white room of the mountain, for the wholehearted guards, etc.

Since Tiancong surrendered to the Tartars in the ninth year, the Ordos tribe has formed six banners. Because it is located in the wealthy Hetao area, the Ordos tribe is very strong among the Mongolian tribes. This time, the number of people entering the pass reached 60,000, second only to the Korqin tribe, which has the closest relationship with the Tartars.

The arrogant Mongolian Tartars did not take An ** at all. The small Handan could be leveled as long as a army of hundreds of thousands passes by. They were all holding their energy and wanted to make a decision.

Accompanied by the sound of trumpets, the Mongolian Tartars rushed towards Handan in a surging wave. The dense crowd filled their sights, and their shouts were everywhere. The sound of gunfire kept ringing, and the Tartars fell to the ground, but soon more were made up, and it seemed that they would never be killed.

Li Lutai, who was supervising the battle behind, gradually smiled. He didn't care how many Mongolians died. As long as he could break through Handan and win military achievements for him, it would be enough!

A series of ladders were erected under the city wall, and the crowd like ants rushed upwards. The gray bottles of cannons on the top of the city were rolling down, causing the Tartars to cry and howl.

A stone could hit a string of Tartars. They screamed in pain, fell to the city, and even injured their companions. Even their heads hit each other, and thousands of peach blossoms bloomed!

However, as the saying goes, there are so many secrets that the Tartars have too many more than An**, so they still rushed to the city and the cruel hand-to-hand combat began.

The Mongols were the new force, and Genghis Khan's empire was a memory that these people would never forget. This time they entered the Central Plains, they also deliberately restored Genghis Khan's glory, so they worked particularly hard.

Both sides raised bayonets at the top of the city, shouting to kill Lian Tian.

A soldier's bayonet stabbed into the Tartars' chest. He rushed forward with all his might and pushed the Tartars firmly against the mercer. The Tartar was also particularly tenacious, holding on to the bayonet, his hands were covered in blood, but he did not relax.

At this time, a Tartar rushed up from the underworld. He took advantage of the fact that the soldier An** could not draw his sword and stabbed it suddenly. The blade penetrated through the gap in the armor and pierced into his abdomen. The soldier's facial features were twisted and the pain was extremely painful.

The Tartar grinned proudly and cut open his abdomen hard, as if victory was right in front of him. The soldier gritted his teeth and rushed forward. He hugged the Tartar's neck with his left hand and his right hand with another Tartar. The three of them hugged each other and fell to the city, and they fell into meat pie together.

An**'s soldiers were constantly sacrificing, and the Tartars were also losing money quickly. However, this kind of battle was obviously not conducive to An**, who was at an absolute disadvantage in the number of people. The Tartars opposed it and didn't care. They came in a turbulent manner, clearly wanting to use the sea of ​​people to flood Handan.

Borsu is Taiji of the Ordos tribe. He is extremely brave and brave among the younger generation of Mongolians. He was selected into the Eight Banners of Mongolia. This time he became the vanguard of attacking Handan. He was loyal to the Tartars and rushed to the forefront.

"Warriors, take Handan and become an additional official. His Highness the Regent is generous and fight for me!"

Borsu was shouting, and suddenly he felt something was wrong. He hurriedly threw himself into the pile of corpses, but it was still a little slower. The shell exploded, and a splash of shrapnel hit Borsu's buttocks. About two taels of flesh were peeled down, and blood was as bright as a pillar. Borsu grinned in pain.

This guy is worthy of being a loyal minister of the Qing Dynasty. Even if he was injured, he would not retreat. He tore off a war skirt, wrapped it around his butt, and continued to smoke and fire and charge forward.

Finally arrived at the moat, and at this time more than twenty Tartars had already reached the top of the city, and there was a bloody battle on it. Borsu held a shield in one hand and a steel knife in the other, and wanted to go to the city to fight in person.

He had just walked to the center of the moat and suddenly a black liquid flowed from his left hand. Bolsu was stunned for a moment, reached out to dip a little, looked left and right, and didn't know what it was, it looked like oil, but it was pitch black. Could it be that An** was going to play with something?

While he was thinking about it, three Tartars fell down on the top of the city. Seeing that the battle was tragic, Borsu had no intention of thinking about these strange things. As long as I rushed into the city, would I still care about any conspiracy?

Borsu climbed the ladder up the city wall and immediately joined the battle group. He didn't care about the black things on his trouser legs.

"Kill all the Tartars!"

"Don't let Minggou go!"

Both sides screamed hideously and rushed forward desperately, with weapons pinging and screaming endlessly. Borsu slashed hard on the arm of an An** soldier. The wound was more than half a foot long, and the soldier almost fainted from pain.

Borsu hurried forward and wanted to kill his life with one blow.

"Ah, help, it's on fire!"

"fire!"

Borsu was shocked. He looked up and saw no fire at all. Just as he was stunned, he suddenly felt hot on his back. He turned around quickly and was so scared that he was out of possession.

Oil gradually circled Handan with most of the moat. Li Dingguo sent special personnel to watch the oil flowing over. The long distance was war, and if he wanted to ensure that the ignition was ignited at the same time, he would almost certainly reach the sky.

Fortunately, there were hot air balloons in An**. When the soldiers surveillance saw oil flowing over, they waved the small flag at the hot air balloon. After they were all ready, they would give Li Dingguo a signal. Then Li Dingguo unified the order and the soldiers from all over the place ignited them together.

The soldiers gritted their teeth and could see the fire that could be revealed when they stared at the Tartars. How many brothers have these animals killed? Let them taste the taste of being burned by fire now.

Wrapped with sulfur, the burning rocket aimed at the moat and shot out almost at the same time. The oil was ignited and the flames instantly rose more than ten feet high.

The cotton armor and war skirts on the Tartars were all flammable, and they started to burn out immediately when they encountered fire. Some Tartars also brought firearms and gunpowder, which were even more fatal.

The fire rose, and the gunpowder on their bodies was ignited, and they were blown into pieces, and even the bodies could not be found.

The Tartar ants attacked the city, and there were at least two or three hundred ladders on the city wall. When the fire broke out, none of these ladders could escape. The Tartars on it were either burned to death or fell to death. Even if they were lucky enough to die, they all showed despair in the face of the fire.

Since ancient times, water and fire have been incompatible, and they can't figure out why the good moat has burned!

Li Dingguo on the top of the city laughed proudly, let them be a fool! Li Dingguo laughed secretly in his heart, and at least three to five thousand Tartars were shrouded in this fire.

When Borsu saw the flames, all the Tartars on the city lost their backbone, but they were weak afterwards. An** suddenly surged up, and many Tartars were ruthlessly massacred.

Borsu could only try hard to get off the city, but he had just stepped on the ladder and licked the flames. His pants were stained with oil, and a fire suddenly ignited a fire on his lower body. The guy screamed in pain and fell heavily to the ground. The fire swallowed him instantly.

Since ancient times, water and fire have been ruthless. Although there are still tens of thousands of Tartars preparing to attack the city, they were frightened when they saw this fire and they never dared to rush forward again. Even if there is a supervisory team, they would rather face the ghost-headed sword than the fire!
Chapter completed!