Griffin Commander in the Late Ming Dynasty

This, without a doubt, provided the humanoids with excellent conditions for infiltration. Everyone was completely in the dark, and the humanoids carrying night vision goggles and drones moved freely in the Ming army camp!

"It has been basically confirmed that this is the Ming army's material storage site. The tents are full of food."

AK12 came to M4 and confirmed the current location of several people. He had just sneaked in to check. As for how he sneaked in, if he killed everyone who saw them, it would be considered as sneaking in.

"LTLX, is the bomb planted?"

“It’s already been put in place.”

"very good"

M4 nodded. Everything had gone smoothly so far and they could now move directly to the second stage.

"Drone, unload the stuff."

In the high sky, purple stars twinkled, and a large black box was smashed down from mid-air, landing on the ground with a loud bang!

"What happened!"

"What happened again???"

Such a big commotion naturally attracted the attention of many Ming troops. Moreover, this place was an important granary, and there were many defenders guarding it. Such a big commotion naturally stimulated the sensitive nerves of the Ming army.

"It will take about 30 seconds for the nearest person to arrive. AK12, you are familiar with the route. Take LTLX in to install the equipment. I will help you buy some time.

M4 pulled the bolt back and switched the rate of fire selector twice to full-automatic mode. This time she came out and also put a good thing on her Christmas tree: an M203 under-slung grenade launcher.

"I can only buy you one minute. After one minute, you will return to the previously marked location. Otherwise, you will have to wait for a week without being able to get close to the commander."

"Ah, no, I don't want that to happen to me."

The two of them complained as they quickened their pace, carrying the cylinders one by one and heading into the warehouse where the grain was stored.

The footsteps and shouts of the Ming army who came to check were getting closer. M4 turned his head, raised his gun, and opened fire directly.

The power of the grenade explosion directly lifted a barracks into the sky! Fierce gunfire continued to sound, and the position of the M4 was also moving closer to the punctuation mark.

"The granary was attacked! There are bandits!!!"

The Ming army who had just laid down were tossed and turned again. My goodness, no one could sleep with such a big commotion.

"what happened???"

Zhao Zhilong came out of the tent and just closed his eyes!

"General, there are thieves attacking the granary! They even set fire to the camp..."

The adjutant looked at Zhao Zhilong, seeming to be hesitant to speak, and asked you to laugh. Now laughing will cause trouble. Even Prime Minister Cao did not dare to laugh casually.

"Quick! Send someone to encircle and suppress them!"

This time, an emergency mobilization really had to begin. The barracks were in chaos again. Faced with the sudden attack, some people were stunned and watched the excitement, some actively followed orders and went to encircle and suppress the bandits, and some felt that the fire was not good and were ready to run away.

Seeing more and more soldiers coming, M4 knew he couldn't continue to attract hatred. If he pulled for a while longer, he would be unable to move forward: "LTLX, detonate the bomb!"

Bang! ! A loud noise sounded, but the expected fire did not come. However, if you use the animation perspective, at this time, a large ball of green gas began to spread rapidly in the Ming army camp.

With the wind, these gases floated into the noses of the Ming army.

"vomit!!!!"

A stench so strong that it made people want to die instantly broke through the psychological defenses of the Ming army. This smell was really like the smell of old heels, hundreds of years old dead bodies, the armpits of an eighty-year-old bachelor, and the foot bindings of a sixty-meter-tall old lady.

"I'm in position, AK12, are you here yet?"

"We're here, let's go quickly, or this smell will stick to us."

"Prepare to evacuate! Detonate the bomb"

One minute was neither long nor short, and many Ming soldiers had already rushed to the granary. Looking at the wooden boxes that were smashed to pieces on the ground and the defenders who had been lying dead for a while, they thought something was not good and quickly led their men into the granary to check the situation.

Then, with the torches in their hands, the food in the tent was well preserved, which made many people feel relieved. However, there was something new in the tent, a number of green tubes. What was this?

Holding a torch, someone approached curiously, and then, jump!

The green liquid, which was dozens of times more powerful than before, quickly spread in the Ming army barracks, making the Ming army panic.

Skunk gas bombs, also known as stink bombs, are not very toxic, and can even be said to be weak, but their lethality is real. If they explode in front of your eyes at close range, they will cause acute shock, and the stench can really kill people. Skunk gas bombs are more like concentrated liquids than gases. After they explode, the stench will stick to all units around it and last for a long time, like the stubborn and strong phlegm of aged sputum. It will take at least a week for the smell to dissipate slightly.

And these things blossomed and bore fruit in the Ming army's granary.

All I can say is that Jiang Han has always been reassuring when it comes to not being a human being.

Volume 240: Chapter Chapter : I asked you what is cooked in the pot?

"Mosin! Retreat! The bomb exploded!!"

At this moment, the team's communication channel became unusually intense, even during the war it was not so urgent.

"What! Wait for me, I'll be there soon!!"

Mosin-Nagant's tone was visibly panicked.

"Hurry up, we can't wait for you. If you run too slowly, be prepared to turn into a stinky Nagan!"

"Don't do that! I'm still a beautiful young girl!"

"puff"

"why are you laughing!"

“I think of happy things”

"My grandma would say this is so old when she sees it."

"Stop making trouble, evacuate quickly, the gas will spread soon."

The gas spread very quickly, especially tonight when there was a slight breeze. The pungent smell spread throughout the camp along with the wind.

"vomit!!!!"

Many people were vomited directly in the camp because of the stench. It was so stinky that they couldn't open their eyes. Those who were smelling the stench wanted to take a deep breath of fresh air, but what they breathed in was all stinky smell.

Zhao Zhilong had only one thought at this moment: he could not keep this camp.

The stench drifted all the way to Yangzhou on the breeze, and the volunteer soldiers guarding the city were overwhelmed. What the hell is this smell? Are the Ming soldiers next door cooking shit in the middle of the night?

"Oh my god!! This smell is too strong!!"

Even though they were several miles away, the stench rushed straight to their heads. It was too refreshing. It would be better to say that it was precisely because they were several miles away that the stench did not knock the volunteers off their feet.

That night, no one in the Ming army could sleep.

Nothing happened that night. The next day, accompanied by a stench, the Ming army welcomed the next day's sun.

They encountered a new problem: difficulty in eating.

Last night, we heard the sound of a gunshot, which made everyone panic. When we turned around, someone attacked the camp again. Before we could react, the camp was like a cesspool that had exploded. It was so smelly that people could faint. How could anyone sleep? Covering their noses, they felt like blood was drilling into their eyes. The Ming soldiers almost vomited bile and their faces turned blue.

After a whole night of hard work, everyone was already exhausted, and this made them even more sleepy. In the early morning, everyone was hoping to have a bite of hot food to relax a little.

The food of the Ming army was not that good. There was no such thing as ensuring balanced nutrition and a strong physique. That was for the officers. For a private like you, it was a great thing to have corn porridge to drink. There were many people out there who had nothing to eat. You should just be grateful.

But now, they encountered a problem. The stench last night exploded in the granary.

As mentioned before, the skunk gas bomb is based on the venom gland of the skunk. The natural one is not strong enough, so it is added with other ingredients. This thing does not violate any convention at all, but it is harmful to one's virtue, and can starve a giant panda to the point of skin and bones. Since it is derived from the skunk, it is natural that the other function of the skunk venom gland, adhesion, must be improved. The skunk gas bomb has extremely strong adhesion, and it takes at least a week for the odor to reduce. During this period, even if you wash yourself bald, the stench will still cling to your body like a maggot on the tarsal bone. And now, if these things explode in the granary, it will be a big deal.

In ancient times, grain was transported in sacks. Sacks were cheap, durable, and breathable. They could be woven with hemp from the ground. The most important thing was that they were breathable. Their overall structure was relatively loose, and once the skunk poison exploded, it would get in through the seams of the sacks, causing the grain to smell.

Corn has its own taste. Many people may not know what it is. It is actually millet. Millet is only suitable for cooking porridge and cannot be used as a staple food. Why? Because it is not filling. You can cook it into porridge with water to fill your stomach so that you won't be hungry.

Everyone has seen millet. This thing is bright yellow in color. When you pour it into a pot and cook it, it becomes a big pot of sticky food. Once the water boils, the smell will be smelled. As the hot steam hits the nose, a group of soldiers gathered in a circle, looking at the millet in the pot, wanting to say something but stopping themselves.

"What we are cooking is indeed food, right?"

The cook gave him a sidelong look and said, "What do you mean? If it's not food, what is this? Can I cook shit for you?"

The sergeant looked into the pot and pinched his nose: "I can't say"

Everyone knew that this was food. They saw with their own eyes how it was taken out of the grain bag and put into the pot. All the steps were done under everyone's nose. There was absolutely no secret operation of secretly adding thirteen spices or anything like that.

It is indeed clean and hygienic, but I really can't bring myself to eat it.

There were also those who were extremely hungry. They would go to the front of the pot and look inside. The hot steam would suddenly rush to their noses, and they would feel exhausted right away: "Ouch, I can't stop. I need to slow down. Ugh, I need to let the steam out."

He walked out while waving his hands, while the remaining soldiers gathered together and stared at each other in confusion.

The volunteer army scouts sucked their teeth when seeing this scene. My goodness, why are the Ming army so aggressive so early in the morning?

Not only the soldiers, but also the officers were not feeling well. If the corn was in trouble, how would the rice and wheat fare? It was so early in the morning, and it looked like something was cooking in the pot. No one could eat it. They had just spent the night, and the stench was still there.

People couldn't stand it, and the animals couldn't stand it even more. The big animals had such a sensitive sense of smell. My goodness, such an irritating thing, the moment it got into their noses, the animals almost had a panic attack. The Ming army could only send soldiers out to appease them. When the animals saw people coming, they became even more noisy.

Zhao Zhilong was so angry that he had already taken a bath for half the night, but the stench on his body lingered for a long time. He felt so uncomfortable. He felt like Spider-Man riding a horse and the horse pulling Peter.

Zhao Zhilong was sitting there, cursing: "This bastard is so immoral. Where did he get this evil thing? Why is it so smelly? Did he dig up the grave of Wong Tai Sin?"

The ancients were not ignorant. China also had a close relative of the skunk, the yellow weasel, also called the yellow skin, or Wong Tai Sin. This creature is an expert at catching mice, and when it encounters a threat, it will, like the skunk, secrete a smelly liquid from the scent glands behind its butt. If it gets on you, you'll stink for several days. The current situation is exactly the same as being hit by a yellow skink's fart, but the question is, how big a butt does a weasel have to have to fart so big?

In other words, how many yellow-skinned people did this bunch of wicked and smoking-hot bandits capture and save so much of their farts just to come and attack me?

What is the picture?

He couldn't figure it out, so he was still soaking in the water, which made him feel a little less uncomfortable.

"You mean, that group of Ming soldiers cooked shit and ate it in their tents early in the morning?"

The commander of the 1st Volunteer Army Regiment found the news reported by the scouts to be new and exciting. You can't make up such an outrageous story, can you?

"I'm serious, sir. I saw it with my own eyes. The Ming army's stoves were cooking yellow, thin soup, and the stench could be smelled from hundreds of steps away."

The scout swore and swore with a sincere look on his face.

"Okay, got it, keep observing."

The captain's face wrinkled. What were they going to do with boiling gold juice so early in the morning? Could it be that they were going to poison the bows and arrows? That was not right. Boiling gold juice to poison was done before the battle, not so early in the morning, and using their own stove to cook it. Okay, do you still want this rice cooker?

"Huh? Why are you still here?"

The captain didn't understand what was going on, and when he looked up he saw that the scout had not left yet.

"Sir... it's like this..." The scout said shyly, "That is, can you find two more people to switch shifts with me?"

"Why? Are you in a hurry?"

"No, it's just that... the Ming army camp is too smelly. I can't stay there for too long alone."

After all, the Ming army didn't get to eat much of this breakfast, and the pot of porridge was still left there intact. Everyone was going to wait until the porridge cooled down and the smell was less strong before trying again.

After a bad sleep and a light breakfast, the overall mental state of the Ming army was very low. They were doomed to fail in the siege. The day was about to be wasted again. Zhao Zhilong became even more anxious. Originally, the food supply was only enough for half a month. If we continue like this, we won't even have enough food to eat. How can we take the city?

Just when I was getting anxious, good news came. The Nanjing Navy of the Ming Dynasty set out early this morning after a day of reorganization, and now they have finally arrived at the battlefield!

Volume 241: Chapter Chapter : The Navy Arrives

The Nanjing Navy is not like the Zhenjiang Navy, which only has a few battleships, and the battleships are all medium-sized ships. The ships of the Nanjing Navy are quite impressive. Although this ship is a little older, but! Ah, but! It has also been tested for a long time!

It is absolutely stable and reliable, much more reliable than the newly made artillery and muskets! Apart from anything else, given the speed at which new weapons are tested and deployed in the Ming Dynasty, it is possible that the Ming Dynasty has not tested this thing yet.

No matter what, the main force of the navy, whether in terms of size, number of artillery, or pomp, is in place. At least, in the naval battles in this inland area, there is absolutely no opponent (let's be honest, which rebel in the inland area can afford to support a navy?)

Nanjing has invested a huge amount of money to capture Yangzhou this time. It costs a lot to send out this navy. If it weren't for the sake of absolute safety, it would not be sent out easily.

The naval commander Wang Yanchang was stunned when he got off the boat. What was going on?

They didn't know what their army brothers had experienced yesterday. They only knew that as soon as they got off the boat, they were overwhelmed by the stench.

Zhao Zhilong was very happy when he saw the brother troops coming. He felt so wronged after a whole day and finally he could see his relatives. "General Wang, thank you for coming. I am here to welcome you."

"No, no, no, no... No need to greet him, it's fine for us to just chat like this now."

Wang Yanchang tried very hard to control his larynx from moving upwards.

Zhao Zhilong stopped somewhat awkwardly. He was a respectable man, and no one wanted this kind of situation to happen. But he was considerate enough not to get any closer. After all, he knew that he didn't smell very good.

"What's wrong...? What happened? Why do you smell like this?"

Wang Yanchang was very curious about this. How come you guys came to Yangzhou City and blew up a manure pit all night or something? Why was there such a strong smell?

"Hey! You don't know, Lord Wang, that thief Jiang, he is so lacking in virtue, he used the yellow-skinned fart to hit me..."

Zhao Zhilong felt aggrieved now. An adult's defense is often broken by a concerned greeting. He told Wang Yanchang what happened last night in detail, almost in tears. Wang Yanchang understood now, "Oh... so that's how it is. It's really immoral."

"It's okay, Lord Zhao," Wang Yanchang patted his chest, "I'm here, ah, you. Don't worry, that group of bandits won't hold out for long. When my navy reaches the Yangtze River and fires cannons, their defenses will be crushed to pieces!"