At this moment, a hideous Mongolian face appeared on the wall in front of them. He wore a round pointed helmet and a thick leather armor, and he was climbing up the wall with all his might.
The horse grooms in the courtyard immediately shouted.
Watching them ride horses from afar and climbing up the wall were two completely different concepts.
He could vaguely smell the stench of urine in the courtyard. Who peed in fear?
Why isn't Li Yuandong done yet?
He was so anxious!
This won't do! He couldn't scare himself to death.
Zhao Chang Long shouted," Archers, listen up! Fire!"”
"Open!"
Tao Shisan, whose eyes had been scanning the wall, shouted. The two shield-wielders were very cooperative and quickly moved the wooden shield away from the one-foot-wide hole.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Tao Shisan shot out three arrows in succession.
The first arrow landed on the Mongolian's shoulder and stuck into his leather armor. The tail of the arrow swayed. The second shot missed, probably brushing past his neck.
The archer who was hiding at the side also shot out two arrows. One of them flew off to somewhere unknown, and the other one was nailed to his chest, but it did not seem to have pierced through his leather armor.
"Ah!" The Mongolian who was climbing the wall let out a muffled groan.
Good!
Tao Shisan's last shot seemed to have hit his head. His body paused and he slowly fell backwards, disappearing from the top of the wall.
Whoosh!
Tao Shisan let out a long breath and flicked his wrist.
Whoosh!
Zhao Chang Long also let out a long breath. It was a good sign that they had won. As long as they did not let these Mongolians enter the courtyard, it would be easy.
As the first Mongolian who climbed up the wall disappeared, a strange cry came from outside. It sounded like their leader had asked them to gather and climb to one side.
"Leader Zhao, Leader Zhao, I'm here!"
It was Li Yuandong. He was holding a charcoal bowl in one hand and a bowl in the other. He was also carrying a bulging bag that should be filled with gauze sticks.
Seeing that Li Yuandong was about to place the charcoal bowl that was emitting sparks beside the farmer's spring water bucket, Zhao Changlong was instantly scared out of his wits.
"Sigh! Sigh! Don't! Put the charcoal bowl away!"
"Ah?"
Li Yuandong placed the charcoal bowl outside the bunker in confusion.
"Leader Zhao, what are we going to do next?"
"What are you doing? Practice."
"What? Practice?"
"Do you really want to cast a spell?"
Tao Shisan's eyes flashed. He didn't look at the wall and immediately came over.
"Steamed? Boiled!"
Zhao Changlong took the bowl from Li Yuandong's hands.
"How many wooden sticks did you make?"
Li Yuandong hurriedly untied the cloth bag wrapped around his waist and took out a large number of thin wooden sticks that had been chopped. They were wrapped with gauze strips according to Zhao Changlong's instructions. There were a total of seventy to eighty sticks.
"I've brought over everything that's done. There are also two rolls of gauze.”
"Yes, this is enough."
Zhao Changlong took twenty sticks and put them into a bowl. He poured half a bowl from the farmer's spring water bucket.
"What is this? Yellow wine? It doesn't look like it. The taste is so strong!"
Li Yuandong looked at Zhao Changlong and asked quietly.
Yellow wine when you see yellow? Horse piss?
"Don't ask. If you ask, it's immortal stuff. Take the bowl and follow me. Don't! Don't get too close. Stay away from me. Three steps!”
"Leader Zhao, you want me to follow you for a while, and then you want me to stay away for a while. What do you want?”
Li Yuandong mumbled as he followed.
"You wooden club! Don't get too close, three steps!"
After Tao Shisan shot down the first Mongolian who climbed up the wall, no one climbed up for the time being. Zhao Chang Long held a bucket of spring water in one hand, a bowl in the other, and a water gun in the other. He lowered his head and rushed to the wall.
"Three sticks of firewood, there are three here!”
Shouts from the observation post came from the top of the wall. Perhaps it was because of the archer's previous round of shooting, especially Tao Shisan's exceptional accuracy, which gave him confidence. This time, the shouts were no longer trembling.
Zhao Changlong opened the farmer's spring water bucket and filled it with water. He looked at the pile of three firewood and aimed it at the ground outside the wall.
The air was filled with a strange smell.
What was this? What was that smell?
Li Yuandong held the charcoal bowl and looked at Zhao Changlong in a daze with a puzzled expression.
Was this a spell?
Relying on this strange smell to knock out the Mongolians?
Tao Shisan's face was also at a loss.
Hehe! Zhao Changlong sneered. You'll know later.
Curses came from outside the wall. It sounded like they were cursing who was watering the horse.
Horse piss?
Pee your head!
You will understand soon enough.
But the price of understanding, hmph hmph!
Zhao Changlong sneered. He picked up three wooden sticks and dipped them in the bowl before leaning against Li Yuandong's charcoal bowl.
The wooden stick caught fire with a whoosh. Li Yuandong was stunned for a moment. Zhao Changlong hurriedly threw it over the wall.
The ignited wooden stick spun in the air and flew towards the wall.
Hmm?
The curses outside the wall did not stop, and there seemed to be no fire.
It seemed that he had missed.
It didn't matter, he would do it again.
Hu ~ Hu ~
The second small torch flew out of the wall.
"Boom ~"
This time, he could feel the fire rising from the outside through the wall.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
There were a few consecutive screams, mixed with the neighing of horses and the sound of hooves.
Whether it was Li Yuandong, Tao Shisan, or the coachman in the courtyard, they were all stunned. What was going on? How could these two small matches make the Mongolians outside scream so miserably?
Impossible!
Only Zhao Changlong continued to sneer calmly.
Do you understand now?
This is horse piss that will take your life!
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