The First Great Ancestor of the Five Dynasties

Chapter 19 Save and not save
The Khitans launched a fierce attack at noon, and until noon the next day, the offensive still showed no signs of slowing down.

The large open space in the northwest corner of the east gate is filled with corpses, including those of Tianxiong Army soldiers and civilians in the city. There are no fewer than four to five thousand corpses, and the number is still increasing.

The east city gate had been burned down long ago. Chai Rong ordered wood and rocks to be piled up, blocking the corridor of the city gate, pouring fire oil and tung oil on it, and igniting fires all day long.

The doorway was burned red, like a brick cave. If you get closer, the heat waves seem to dry you out.

A group of Tianxiong soldiers who took turns to rest rushed to the top of the city, and another bloody man was carried down the tower.

Zhao Pu personally led the civilians to repair the damaged battlements and rushed between the east and west towers.

Khitan soldiers continued to climb to the top of the city along the ladders, and fought fiercely with the soldiers of Tianxiong Army on the narrow city wall road.

During the chaotic battle, some people kept falling to their death from the top of the city. Under the inner parapet, corpses with bruises and bruises were piled up, showing various twisted postures.

There is nothing like this in purgatory on earth.

The Khitan soldiers once had the advantage in the hand-to-hand combat at the top of the city. Chai Rong and Shi Kuangwei personally led the crowd to kill the enemy. After a fierce fight, they finally suppressed the ferocious offensive of the Khitan soldiers and recaptured the city head.

Zhu Xiu glanced over in a hurry and was frightened to see it. In the era of cold weapons, blood was splashing, flesh and bones were cut and bones were cruel and barbaric. He was definitely not something that a modern man could adapt to in a short period of time.

He saw Chai Rong, the supreme commander of Cangzhou, rushing to the front with blood.

Seeing Shi Kuangwei, a wretched and greasy man with a black face, roaring like thunder, under the siege of four or five ferocious Khitan soldiers, he managed to fight back with a fierce force, and was stabbed in the shoulder.

I saw batches of impromptu cobbled together strong men, put on the bloody armor from the dead, and rushed to the top of the city one after another to participate in the defense of the city.

I saw women, children and old civilians helping to transport wounded soldiers and carry corpses
Flying rocks kept falling overhead, and the felt shed had to be moved back dozens of steps.

Zhu Xiu stared at a pair of bloodshot eyes, wore a dark bald head, and only wore a thin armless linen gown, and was conducting the final fuse experiment.

He had to ensure that the soil bomb he made would explode when it landed on the ground after being thrown from a throwing cart. This was a great test for the timing of igniting the gunpowder.

After more than ten hours of exploration and summary of the gunpowder formula, the best ratio has been found, which can meet the requirements of primary explosives.

During this period, Zhu Xiu never left the experimental table except for eating and drinking.

"You still have four hours." Zhang Yongde looked at the sky, tightened the handle of the knife at his waist, and reminded him with a cold face.

His eyes were also red, and he was even more angry.

Seeing the fierce fighting at the top of the city, he was unable to participate, and he didn't know how many Khitan people would be killed.

If it turned out that Zhu Xiu was delaying time by talking nonsense, no matter what Chai Shuai said, he would beat Zhu Xiu up and let out the suffocation in his chest.

"I know." Zhu Xiu glared back at him, like an anxious red-eyed rabbit.

Looking at a dry bamboo joint filled with gunpowder on the table, Zhu Xiu was a little confused. Now he had to enter the actual detonation stage to check whether the combination of fuse and gunpowder was suitable.

This work is dangerous, and without explosion-proof clothing, Zhu Xiu hesitates to do it himself.

"How about letting Zhang Yongde do it?"

Zhu Xiu glanced secretly, and Zhang Yongde also looked at him, with a cold face and a knife-like gaze.

Zhang Yongde didn't give him a good look, and Zhu Xiu carefully wanted to take revenge on him.

"Forget it, I will be Uncle Guo's son-in-law in the future. Chai Rong and Zhao are good friends, so I don't dare to offend him!"

Zhu Xiu's black and gray face showed a dog-legged smile, Zhang Yongde frowned and turned his head indifferently.

Zhu Xiu pouted and thought of a question.

Chai Rong, Zhao Da, Zhang Yongde, what is this?Male on top of male?Two men advance and retreat? "Kukukuk~" Zhu Xiu had a strange face and snickered, the screen was full of mosaics.

At this moment, more than a hundred prisoners in ragged clothes, escorted by the left guards, were wailing toward the west gate.

Suddenly, a big-faced man pushed away the escorting soldiers and ran toward the felt shed.

"Zhu Shaolang! Help!"

Ma San cried desperately.

Zhu Xiu looked around blankly and saw Ma San being grabbed by two soldiers and kicked to the ground in front of the felt shed.

Ma San rolled on the ground and resisted, crying for help. The two soldiers drew their swords in anger.

Zhu Xiu was startled and shouted: "I can use that man! Please Zhang Yuhou to save him!"

Zhang Yongde glanced sideways at Zhu Xiu, kicked off his body and sprang out like a cheetah. He rushed over with a few leaps, drew his sword and knocked away the two soldiers' swords.

Ma San climbed up to Zhu Xiu on his hands and knees, kowtowed and cried loudly: "I don't want to die, little man! Please save me, Master Zhu! Yesterday I went out to the city to pick up arrows. I came down three times and was shot by the Khitan cavalry. More than [-] people were killed! Little man!" I was hit by an arrow in my leg yesterday. I was lucky to escape with my life. If I leave the city today, I will definitely die! Woohoo~ Please have mercy on Mr. Zhu!"

Zhu Xiu glanced at his left thigh, which was covered in blood, and sighed. If it was him who left the city yesterday, he might not be alive today.

"I have an errand here. It may be dangerous and you may get injured. Are you willing to do it?" Zhu Xiu hesitated and asked.

Ma San cried: "As long as I can survive, the villain with severed arms and legs will admit it! The villain is willing to serve Zhu Shaolang!"

"It's not that serious."

Zhu Xiu comforted him with a few words and handed over to Zhang Yongde: "This man was originally a prison warden. He was randomly captured by Zhang Yanchao and used as a prisoner. I asked Zhang Yuhou to save his life. I can also use him to test the power of firearms. "

Zhang Yongde looked at Ma San, nodded slightly and agreed. He took out the Tianxiong Army token and said a few words coldly to the two left guards.

How dare the two soldiers refuse to agree, nodding and bowing with smiling faces.

He is just a prisoner, and he will be a dead person when he leaves the city anyway.

Ma San burst into tears with excitement, wiped his nose and tears, and kept kowtowing to thank him.

"Zhu Langjun! Zhu Langjun! And me~~"

Another voice calling for help sounded from the prisoner team. It was a bad old man with gray hair, a sallow face, and a dirty body.

It's the house of the Governor's Mansion, with the old donkey head.

The old donkey head was stopped by the soldiers with their swords drawn. He did not dare to break in, and jumped up and down. He waved to Zhu Xiu desperately and called for help. His eyes were wide open with the hope of survival.

"Please Zhu Langjun, save my life! Old Donkey Tou is willing to work as a cow or a horse to repay Lang Jun!" Old Donkey Tou pulled his neck and shouted.

Zhu Xiu was startled, and his face turned cold.

Zhang Yongde cast a questioning look at him. Zhu Xiu was silent for a moment and then shook his head.

Zhang Yongde waved his hand to indicate that the left guards could leave. The two soldiers clasped their fists and continued to escort the prisoners to the west gate.

The old donkey's miserable cry for help gradually faded away.

Zhu Xiu didn't want to know how the old donkey's head fell into Zhang Yanchao's hands, let alone take care of it.

That's it.

(End of this chapter)