Carrying AK into Ming Dynasty

Chapter 848 I Burn Myself

"Morozov, do you want all the warriors of my Raksha kingdom to be buried under this ruined city?"

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

Although Alexei was very calm, Morozov could feel the dissatisfaction in this faint voice.

Yes, more than 3 soldiers died in one day. If he were the tsar, he would probably go crazy.

For this Eastern Expedition, the Raksha Kingdom has been preparing for more than a year, almost mobilizing two-thirds of the country's garrison, but now it is blocked by a small city.

"Your Majesty, tomorrow, I must break through this city tomorrow, otherwise... I am willing to bear all the responsibilities!" Morozov's forehead broke out in cold sweat, and he knew that his words were very weak.

He originally wanted to say that the corpses of the Raksha people below the city were almost at the same level as the city wall, and that they could step on the corpses of their compatriots to the top of the wall at dawn tomorrow.

It's just that it seems that he is too cruel and doesn't cherish the lives of soldiers too much, so he wisely chose to remain silent.

"You should be aware of your current situation. The people of Moscow are waiting for our victory. Tomorrow, I will be with the soldiers. Go down!"

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

This point is surprisingly similar to Zhu Cihong, the emperor of the Ming Empire, except that Zhu Cihong never scratches his hair worryingly, and this guy has been chasing Liu Hongjian's footsteps on the lazy road.

"Your Majesty! Busagan City... Busagan City is on fire!"

Morozov was about to leave when suddenly a servant shouted anxiously in the big tent.

Alexei I and Morozov looked at each other, and immediately got out of the tent to verify.

The surrounding area of ​​Busagen City was full of flames, and the raging fire along the city wall illuminated the entire city and the outside of the city. Through the binoculars, Morozov even saw Ming soldiers covering their mouths and noses with wet towels on the city wall.

"Morozov, do you smell something?" Alexei asked, looking at his nose.

"Your Majesty, I...smelled it."

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

You, you, you, yes, you, don't pour the oil in one place, evenly! "

On the city wall of Busagan, Liu Hongjian jumped up and down and ordered the soldiers to pour oil on the corpse, and he himself was smoked into a liver color.

Of course, the army will not carry kerosene with the army. In fact, the kerosene was refined by an engineering intern in the ordnance institute.

Daming called it fire-resistant oil, because it is more resistant to burning than kerosene and produces much less black smoke than kerosene. Liu Hongjian called it diesel oil.

Last time he was besieged by the Dutch and emptied the inventory in the ring, plus he was going to fight in the Luocha country, Liu Hongjian stuffed dozens of barrels of diesel into the ring along with him.

In his opinion, taking Zhu Cihong to the expedition this time will definitely not be short of food. The first thing that can save lives is the soldiers, and the second is firearms, and kerosene is also one of them, in case of emergencies.

Pouring diesel oil on the corpse is much better than firewood. Firewood can only be burned from the top or from the bottom up, but diesel can easily penetrate to the bottom, and diesel is more trouble-free.

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

Liu Hongjian covered his mouth and nose and squinted to look at the Raksha army camp outside the city, where there were torches everywhere. If Alexei and Morozov were here, he would definitely tell them pretendingly, I will burn myself, so I will ask if you are afraid. Not afraid?
"My lord, with such a burning method, the city wall will probably be demolished tomorrow!" Kong Er, the commander of the Artillery Battalion, said worriedly.

"Why keep such a ruined city? As a place of interest in Chahar? Why don't you come to defend the city at night if you don't burn the corpse?"

Liu Hongjian criticized without a word, thinking that this guy was very smart during the day and wanted to praise him, but in the end he was still rotten.

"It's because I didn't think carefully. I was wrong. The prince burned it right!" Kong Er immediately changed his words when he heard it.

After a whole day of shooting, I was very tired.

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

In the evening, it was Babara's cavalry who was in charge of fueling the fire. After spending a whole day in the city, he was overjoyed to hear that his job at night was to set fires.

"The number of soldiers on duty on the city wall can be reduced by half tonight. They should all have a good night's rest and cheer up the king tomorrow!" Liu Hongjian finally walked around the city wall and left the city after finishing his speech.

In fact, the fat of the dead body is more resistant to burning than firewood. Even if there are no people standing on the city wall, it is impossible for the Rakshasa to cross the sea of ​​fire to climb the city wall.

Back at the military camp in the city, Zhu Cihong didn't know what was going on outside, so when he saw Liu Hongjian coming in, he asked:
"Liu Qing, what delicious food are you cooking outside? It's so delicious! Guess it's barbecue?"

It's no wonder that Zhu Cihong is so interested in barbecue. Before the expedition, because Zhu Cihong had said something beforehand, these days he basically ate the same food as the soldiers, rice and vegetables.

Although Liu Hongjian improved the meals of the soldiers, each pot of food must be served with at least five catties of meat, but compared to the big iron pot in the Huotou army, the amount of meat distributed to each person's bowl is better than nothing.

"Ah? Oh, yes, tonight we're going to have barbecue!" Liu Hongjian was taken aback for a moment, and then he gave Chang Yu a wink, telling him to hurry up and order some barbecue.

The reason why he didn't tell Zhu Cihong clearly was that Liu Hongjian was worried that if he told the truth, this kid would not be able to eat again at night.

These days, Zhu Cihong, who lives in the open air every day, is not only thinner, but also dark. Although he doesn't say anything, Liu Hongjian is worried that he will be scolded by the queen mothers of the two palaces when he goes back. Kun Xing will definitely not say anything, but Zhao Ren, the little fairy, will definitely give him sex again. eyedrops.

"Well, just now I wrote a letter to my mother to report her safety, Liu Qing, don't you want to go 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 feels like to be homesick.

Now, he understands.

"I don't want to go home, I miss my wife and children, oh, and my father." Liu Hongjian saw that Zhu Cihong was a little depressed, and silently took out a jar of wine from the ring.

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

After all, he has too many wives, so much that no matter how hard he is, it is impossible for his heart to share so many shares.

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

"I can't understand what the emperor is talking about. The sage Confucius once said, how can a scholar's business 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 background as Jinshi..."

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　Thanks to book friend an Sansan for the reward of 1000 taels, and thanks to book friend an for the reward of 100 taels while drunk.

　　
　
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