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Chapter 37 The Night of Horror

"Xu'er, do you think this overnight attack can really defeat it in one fell swoop? You must know that Bosaro is the province of this province, and it may not be so easy...!"

Zhao Wuji dissuaded his son because, in his feelings, He Qi and Gao Lin's suggestions were a bit whimsical. Their numbers were insufficient and they had to attack at night. If the other party attacked at night, they would probably have to suffer more trouble and suffer some losses. They would have to attack the city at night. Even if they were asked to blow up the city gate, would they be able to deal with tens of thousands of troops and hundreds of thousands of people in the city?

Zhao Xu was not very worried about this. He didn't believe that Blasar could fight against the firearm. As long as he occupied the city wall and then turned the stone thrower there, no one would accept the thunderbolt guns, so that they could not afford to take it. Moreover, there must be many stone bullets and arrows above the city. To put it bluntly, controlling the city is basically no big difference between controlling the city.

However, at this moment, Zhao Xu was unwilling to argue with him too much for his father's face. Therefore, he covered his face and did not let Zhao Wuji see the expression on his face, but just answered ambiguously.

"I think it doesn't matter. If you can't blow it for a day, you can always blow it for a few days. Anyway, we have enough gunpowder, and Xianglian is still working hard. As long as we have enough gunpowder, Bosaro can't stand it."

After saying that, he did not argue with Zhao Wuji anymore, but took He Lin, Gao Qi and a large number of subordinates to the forward base.

"Xu'er, wait for me, I can't rest assured if you go there!"

Zhao Wuji knew what he said just now and his son didn't like to listen to it. He was a little annoyed in his heart. But he was his son at last. If something went wrong on the battlefield, Zhao Wuji would have broken his roots.

The stars in the sky became brighter here. As a moonless night, the stars seemed more beautiful and charming. They seemed to blink again and again, watching the light that was about to bloom on the earth, which was about to bloom, which was brighter than the stars.

A series of stone throwers arrived at the forward base under the drag of the war horses. A bronze cannon was pulled down by the soldiers as much as possible to the front, and the sandbags were given a special building with gun positions. In front was a row of heavily protected searchlights. At this moment, they had been lit, but the shading was not turned on, so there was no idea that there was a fire on the top of the city.

As one thunderbolt cannon was in place, the gunners pulled the ammunition from the cart. When the small leaders reported to He Qi and Gao Lin that they were ready to be equipped, Zhao Xu took out his pipe. After igniting it, he took out another two-stairfoot.

"Bang...swoosh..."

The sophomore kicked and flew into the night sky, and a ray of light burst out, almost the entire earth was awakened by the sound.

"Boom boom boom..."

The first one to fire was the raindrop cannons. Their targets were the same searchlights on the city wall. This kind of thing was dumping Chinese and equipment into the entire Arab Empire. The governors and sultans who got it first inevitably had to use new weapons to bully their opponents. The bullied opponents will naturally start, where did these things come from?

As a result, the people's wealth plundered by the Governor and the Sultans turned into a stream of gold, silver and other means of production flowing to China Island. Tonight, many bright searchlights on the top of the city of Bershallo were their biggest enemies.

With the sound of cannons, the searchlights at the top of the city of Bershall turned off one after another. Just as the soldiers on the top of the city of Bershall felt a little inconvenient and planned to find some lanterns, candles, torches, etc., a large row of bright light columns shot straight into the city in the dark night sky ahead.

The distance of 200 meters, after focusing, the aperture is only less than 20 meters. Almost everyone has to use their hands to keep their eyes closed on the entire illuminated head of the Bershallo.

"My God, what is that?"

"Is it Aladdin the Great who arrived?"

"No, the Emperor's lamps are flying in the sky, these are not..."

Just when the soldiers on the city were unable to observe because of the strong light, they did not see something even more terrifying was flying in the sky. In the darkness, the long "arms" of Pili cannons were swung up, and oil pots with gas lamps flew towards the city. Zhao Xu did not directly use the shells of Pili cannons, but used some heavy oil pots.

The glass products shattered on the city wall, and the kerosene inside splashed everywhere.

"Oh my God, what is this? Is the thing they threw up poison?"

The person who was splashed all over the body was stained with some liquid on his body and placed it in front of his nose to smell it. He felt that the smell was a little familiar.

"Lamp oil...these lamp oils that sway the steam lamp..."

After several waves of lamp oil were thrown onto the city wall, porcelain balls containing gunpowder flew towards the city wall, and some oil pots that had been lit with them were also lit. When these oil pots were flying in the air, they were like fire meteors.

"boom……"

Amid the bursts of explosions, the flames were almost immediately on the top of the city, and all the places soaked in kerosene were burning. Whether it was the giant crossbows, the Chinese spears, even the city walls covered with kerosene. The defenders stained with kerosene were shouting, and a flame that could not be extinguished with water rose from them. The tragic screams were transmitted from afar to Zhao Xu's advance base along the night wind.

"Well, this method is good. Maybe the Huo Yu that Gong Zi made was like this. Come and pass on my order and pour more oil on them!"

With Zhao Xu's order, his subordinates threw out almost all the oil pots purchased in Ziyunzhuang in the camp. Zhao Wuji felt a little heartbroken. These oil pots were not cheap at all. If it were said, the asphalt bombs of the Arabs were cheaper. In fact, that thing was nothing but the asphalt and crude oil in the asphalt lake.

"Xu'er, I think we may not have to throw all the oil pots. I remember that the Arabs had a bit of asphalt bomb, which was similar to the power of this thing. They were thrown out so far, which could cause a large area of ​​flames!"

After hearing his father's advice, Zhao Xu knew that it was because of the price. After all, asphalt bombs are much cheaper, and in the Arab Empire, many craftsmen could build them.

"Well, that's it. I think this fire attack is good. I turned around and created a group of people. I shot it out with the thunderbolt cannons to complement our thunderbolts. Father, I think with such a powerful weapon, we can also do a big career in the future!"
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