Zhao Changlong ordered his men to bring a pile of firewood from the backyard and threw a few sticks on the ground between the bunker and the wall.
After he was done, he shouted loudly in the courtyard," Did you see the firewood on the ground clearly? Did you see how many there were in each pile? If the Mongolians were ready to climb the wall, they would tell them how many sticks of firewood were in front of them.”
"Alright!"
"Leader Zhao, no problem!"
When everyone heard this, they felt that Zhao Chang Long's arrangement was very systematic and they were even more confident. Whether it was those who were lying on the wall or those who were holding shields in cover, they were all relieved.
Zhao Chang Long stood in Tao Shisan's bunker, holding a bow in his hand, and calmly closed his eyes.
The square in his mind was still purple.
System, oh system, don't trick me. Hurry up and send me what I want. I beg you, I'll give it to you!!
He was the only one who had not calmed down!
"Sou ~ Sou ~"
Not long after, the two groups of Mongolian cavaliers outside had rested and started shooting arrows at the wall.
The arrows pierced through the air and pierced the wooden shield and carriage.
"Leader Zhao, there are many Mongolians. What if they risk taking a few arrows and jump into the courtyard to fight?”
Tao Shisan said in a low voice as he looked at the wall through the gaps of the wooden shield.
This was indeed a problem. After all, there were only five or six archers in the courtyard. If the Mongolians risked their lives and climbed the wall together, wouldn't they be unable to care about the other side?
What should he do?
Salad!
××××××
At this moment, a ding sounded in Zhao Chang Long's mind.
Haha, the cube turned blue!
"That depends on their magic resistance.”
"Magic Resistance?"
Tao Shisan was confused. What was magic resistance?
Zhao Chang Long didn't even turn his head. He strode into the house and opened the box by the bed. There were four large bottles of farmer's spring water inside. They were yellow and had a familiar smell.
It was guaranteed!
Other than Tao Shisan, most of the people in the courtyard were staring at the wall and didn't notice that Zhao Changlong had already entered the house.
Zhao Changlong quickly went to the kitchen and called the coachman who was boiling water to throw the gauze to him.
"Chop the firewood into a long stick, then wrap this gauze around three times and tie a knot.”
"How many do you want?"
"Use up all the gauze!"
The coachman stared blankly at the large bag of twenty rolls of gauze." All of them?”
"Then let's get five scrolls first."
After Zhao Chang Long finished speaking, he held the farmer's spring water bucket in one hand, a water gun under his armpit, and a wooden shield in the other. He returned to Tao Shisan's bunker amidst the sounds of arrows in the yard.
In the courtyard, the carriages, eaves, pillars, and the ground were pierced by many arrows. There were no casualties for the time being, but the sound of horse hooves and drums could be heard from outside.
"People inside, listen up. We're going to charge in. You bunch of ball-less people, let us test the sharpness of the blade!”
"Haha! Behead! Behead! I want to kill ten today!"
"I can kill twenty! My saber is faster than yours!"
The curses reached the courtyard.
Those who were holding shields had already placed them on the wooden boxes. Some of the smarter ones even tied them with hemp rope and tied them to their hands to prevent them from slipping off. The archers were looking at the wall through the gap between the carriage and the wooden shield. The bows in their hands were loose, and the arrows in their right hands were pointing at the ground.
The morale that had just been boosted was instantly a little low by the shouts outside.
At this moment, a trembling voice came from the top of the wall." They're beginning to put on their armor!”
It was coming, it was coming, the main event was coming!
The Mongolian cavaliers did not wear heavy armor when they were riding and shooting. They would only wear armor when they were fighting on foot. The stronger warriors would wear double armor to increase their defense.
Now, they were going to put on their armor, climb the wall, and engage in hand-to-hand combat.
"Got it. Did you f * cking pee your pants? Hold it in and continue watching!”
It was Zhao Chang Long's roar. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the wall. The people in the courtyard had long heard the trembling shouts of the two people on the wall. They were amused by Zhao Changlong's words and immediately burst into laughter. The tension dissipated by more than half.
"Li Yuandong!"
"Yes!"
The light suddenly dimmed, and a big guy squeezed into the originally small bunker.
"Leader Zhao, what's the matter? Brothers, your sabers are ready!"
Li Yuandong waved a large machete in his hand, eager to give it a try.
Alright, you brat, I think it's fine.
"Go to the kitchen and get the small wooden stick that you've made. Bring that charcoal bowl over as well.”
"What?"
Li Yuandong's eager expression froze on his face.
We're about to start a real war, and you want me to get an alms bowl?
What? A ritual?
"Hurry up and go! Oh right, take another bowl. A ceramic bowl, not a wooden one.”
"Oh, oh."
Tao Shisan stared at the wall and asked without turning his head as he heard Li Yuandong's footsteps leave.
"Leader Zhao, did the Immortal Grandpa teach you some kind of spell? Should we get out of the way when we do the ritual later?”
"Spell?"
Zhao Chang Long's smile froze on his face.
What are you thinking?
However, he had said that the old immortal grandpa would visit him in his dreams. It was not impossible for him to use a spell.
Don't you understand? It's right that you don't understand!
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