"Morozov, do you want all the warriors of my Rakshasa Kingdom to be buried under this broken city?"

In the tent of the Chinese army in the temporary camp of the Rakshasas, Tsar Alexei I said calmly.

Although Alexei was indifferent, Morozov could feel the dissatisfaction contained in this faint voice.

Yes, more than 30,000 soldiers died in one day, and if he were a tsar, he would probably go crazy.

For this crusade, the Rakshasa Kingdom has been preparing for more than a year, and almost two-thirds of the country's garrison has been transferred, but now it is blocked by a small small city.

"Your Majesty, tomorrow, the minister will definitely break through this city tomorrow, otherwise...... The minister is willing to bear all the blame! A cold sweat broke out on Morozov's forehead, and he knew that he was very weak in what he said.

He wanted to say that the corpses of their Rakshasas under the city were almost level with the city walls, and that they would be able to step on the corpses of their compatriots at dawn tomorrow at dawn.

Just saying this inevitably seemed that he was too cruel and did not value the lives of soldiers, so he wisely chose to remain silent.

"You should know your current situation, the people of Moscow are waiting for us to triumph, tomorrow, I will be with the soldiers, go down!"

Young Alexei waved his hand, he felt a little headache, but since he knew little about military affairs, he could only hand over the army to Morozov, who was also a teacher and friend.

This is surprisingly similar to Zhu Cihong, the emperor of the Ming Empire, but Zhu Cihong never scratches his hair with worry, and this guy has been catching up with Liu Hongjian on the road of laziness.

"Your Majesty! Busagan City ...... The city of Busagan is on fire! ”

Morozov was about to retire when suddenly an attendant shouted anxiously from inside the tent.

Alexei I and Morozov looked at each other and immediately went to verify it in addition to the tent.

I saw that the city of Busagen was surrounded by fires, and the fire rising along the city walls illuminated the entire city and outside the city, and through the telescope Morozov even saw the Ming soldiers covering their mouths and noses with wet towels on the city walls.

"Morozov, do you smell anything?" Alexey said with a glance at his nose.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty...... Smelled. ”

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"Be careful, don't pour oil on the walls!

You, you, you, yes, that's you, don't pour oil in the same place, be even! ”

On the city wall of Busagan, Liu Hong gradually jumped up and down to direct the soldiers to pour fire oil on the corpse, and he himself was smoked into the color of pig liver.

Of course, the army does not carry fire oil with the army, in fact, it is refined by an engineering intern in the Ordnance Institute.

Daming propped it up as refractory oil, because this thing is more resistant to burning than kerosene, and it produces much less black smoke than kerosene, which Liu Honggradually called diesel.

The last time he was besieged by the Dutch and emptied the inventory in the ring, and he was going to fight in the Rakshasa country, Liu Hong gradually carried dozens of barrels of diesel fuel stuffed into the ring.

In his opinion, there will be no shortage of food when he takes Zhu Cihong on the expedition this time, and the first is the soldiers, and the other is firearms, and the fire oil is also one of them, just in case of emergency.

Diesel fuel is much better than firewood, which can only be burned on the top or from the bottom up, but diesel can easily penetrate to the bottom, and diesel is more convenient.

It's just that the smell of burning corpses is really choking, especially on the city walls, where the smell of barbecue and the strange smell of fuel oil are everywhere.

Liu Hong gradually covered his mouth and nose and squinted at the Rakshasa military camp full of torches outside the city, if Alexei and Morozov were here, he would definitely pretend to tell them, I burned myself, and asked if you are afraid?

"Lord Wang, I'm afraid that this city wall will be scrapped tomorrow!" The commander of the artillery battalion, Kong Er, was stunned and worried.

"What are you doing with such a broken city? When Chahar places of interest? If you don't burn the corpse, you come to defend the city at night? ”

Liu Hong gradually criticized without words, and said in his heart that this guy had a very lively brain during the day and wanted to boast about it, but the result was still rotten wood that could not be carved.

"It's because I didn't think it through, I was wrong, the prince burned it right!" Kong Er was stunned when he heard this, and immediately changed his words, the subordinates of today's artillery battalion

After a whole day of fighting, I was not lightly tired.

Not only the artillery battalion, but also the grenadiers all shouted that their arms were sore, all because they threw the grenades too hard.

It was the cavalry in charge of Babala, who was in charge of pouring oil at night, and this guy had been in the city for a day, and he was so happy to hear that the night's work was to set fires.

"The soldiers on duty on the city wall tonight can be halved, all have a good night's rest, and cheer up the king tomorrow!" Liu Hongjian finally made a tour of the city wall, and after finishing his words, he went down to the city.

In fact, the grease of the corpse was more resistant to burning than firewood, and it was impossible for the Rakshasas to climb the city wall beyond the sea of fire, even if they did not stand on the wall.

Back in the barracks in the city, Zhu Cihong didn't know what was going on outside, and when he saw Liu Hong gradually coming in, he asked:

"Liu Qing, what are you doing outside, it's so delicious! Guess if it's barbecue? ”

It is no wonder that Zhu Cihong is so interested in barbecue, because Zhu Cihong said something before the battle, these days he basically eats the same food as the soldiers, rice and pots.

Although Liu Hong gradually improved the food of the soldiers, each pot of dishes should be accompanied by at least five catties of meat, but compared with the big iron pot in the Huotou Army, the meat distributed to everyone's bowl is better than nothing.

"Huh? Oh yes, let's have a barbecue tonight! Liu Hong was stunned for a moment, and then gave Chang Yu a look and asked him to hurry up and make some barbecue.

The reason why he didn't tell Zhu Cihong Ming was that Liu Hong was gradually worried that after telling the truth, this kid wouldn't be able to eat at night.

Zhu Cihong, who sleeps in the open every day these days, is not only thin, but also dark, although he doesn't say it, but Liu Hong is gradually worried that he will be scolded by the Queen Mother of the Two Palaces when he goes back, Kun Xing will definitely not say anything, but Zhaoren, the little goblin, will definitely give him eye medicine again.

"Well, just now I wrote a letter to my mother to report safety, Liu Qing, don't you miss home?" Zhu Cihong said very seriously.

He has also read books, but as an emperor who never leaves home, Zhu Cihong has always understood what it is like to be homesick.

Now, he understood.

"I don't want to go home, I miss my wife and children, oh, and my dad." Liu Hong gradually saw that Zhu Cihong's mood was a little low, and silently took out a jar of wine from the ring.

What is home, the place where you are with the people you love can be called home, but compared to herself, it is difficult for Zhu Cihong to feel the warmth of ordinary people.

After all, he has too many wives, so much that even if he spends his heart, it is impossible for his heart to divide so many shares.

"Okay, Liu Qing, isn't this my burning knife? I said you must have stolen it, but you still don't admit it! ”

"Why don't I understand what the emperor is saying, Sage Kong once said, how can the matter of a scholar be called stealing?"

"You still deny it? What kind of scholar are you? ”

"Why don't you count, the old man gave me the same Jinshi background back then......"

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