Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 304 Chang Yuchun: How about I change my name?
"Ignite!"

At the command of the centurion, his soldiers took out their respective windproof lighters.

A flame was lit, igniting the burlap strips blocking the mouth of the glass bottle.

"Throw!"

With another roar, the soldiers threw their Molotov cocktails over the city walls.

The real way to deal with night attacks is not to 'face the enemy from this side'.

These directional landmines, filled with steel balls, are primarily used as warning devices.

The real damage comes from the Molotov cocktails.

Molotov cocktails, stored with the utmost care, are thrown by specially trained grenadiers.

They tumbled and tumbled over the city wall, then fell in a flurry.

Beneath the city wall, the Yuan troops who had broken through to approach the enemy assembled long ladders, erected them, and used rotating ropes to throw hooks for climbing.

The most important factor in a night raid is timing.

They broke through the city walls before the garrison, who had gone to sleep, could return to the walls.

Therefore, thousands of Yuan soldiers gathered at the foot of the city wall and struggled to climb it.

Suddenly, the light above my head came on.

Hundreds of Molotov cocktails rained down from the sky.

The most normal reaction of the Yuan army was to raise their shields.

Whatever it is, anything falling from the city wall is bound to be bad; raising your shield to defend yourself is the best course of action.

Then there are those brave and fierce individuals who wield weapons to slash, hack, and stab.

No matter which choice you make, the result will be pretty much the same.

Lin Dao specifically spent money to order glass bottles from a glass factory, as they were more likely to break upon impact.

Moreover, the additives inside are purer and the proportions are more reasonable.

If it crashes into a shield, is shattered by a weapon, or falls to the ground, it will instantly burst into a large burst of fire.

In the blink of an eye, the area beneath the city walls was as bright as day.

Each rising fireball was accompanied by a piercing howl.

The Yuan soldiers' hair and beards were the first to catch fire.

Next, the skin and eyeballs were vaporized, and the entire body was enveloped in high-temperature flames.

In such circumstances, only the strongest can maintain even a sliver of willpower.

They tried to save themselves or call for help.

This is because they did not know how terrifying incendiary bombs were.

If you get this stuff on you, unless you have professional fire extinguishing equipment at the lab level nearby, you'll only end up burning to ashes.

The best option is to commit suicide immediately to avoid prolonged suffering.

The resolute Yuan army endured the pain of burning for an even longer period.

Many Yuan soldiers had numerous faces flash through their minds before they died.

The狰狞痛痛的faces of those they killed.

The desperate, empty eyes of the women they insulted all came to mind.

When committing violence, one only feels pleasure.

But when it hits you, you realize how much pain it truly causes!

"King Ming~"

Xu Da's shouts came from outside the door.

Startled awake, Lin Dao blinked and pulled his arms out from under Cao Miaoqing and Zhang Miaojing's fair necks.

Xu Da shouted loudly, but the two girls were too exhausted and dehydrated to be awakened from their deep sleep.

Put on a stab-proof vest and a silk bathrobe.

Lin Dao stepped out and opened the door.

"King Ming."

Xu Da, who was on night duty at the East Gate city wall, respectfully saluted, "The Yuan army is launching a night attack."

"Oh." Lin Dao nodded and stepped towards the front hall. "How is the battle going?"

"At present, the Yuan army has been defeated."

Lin Dao turned his head to look at him and nodded with satisfaction. "Well done. Your merits have been recorded. Once you pass the night school exam, you will be given a position."

Xu Da bowed his head and followed, saying, "This is all my duty."

Upon arriving at the front hall, Li Shanchang, who was on night duty there that night, was already waiting for them.

He gave Lin Dao a further report.

"The Yuan army launched a two-pronged attack on the north and south gates, while the main force attacked the east gate wall."

"The attack was broken by the bombs planted by our army, and the night raid was turned into a strong attack."

Li Shanchang glanced at Xu Da and said, "Thanks to the bravery of General Xu and the other soldiers, we have successfully repelled the enemy."

Not far away, Hu Weiyong sat at his desk, taking detailed notes.

Before long, Zheng Chenggong, Shi Nai'an, Luo Guanzhong and others learned of the news and rushed over.

"No need to be nervous."

Lin Dao waved his hand, "Now that we have repelled the enemy, I suppose they will not come again tonight."

He instructed, "When it's dawn, Luo Guanzhong, you take men to personally check the battle results and record the military achievements."

Luo Guanzhong quickly bowed and said, "I accept the order."

Li Shanchang, who stood calmly to the side, narrowed his eyes.

Recording military achievements was a lucrative job.

Especially with such collective achievements, there is room for maneuver in determining who gets a larger share and who gets a smaller share.

This is very useful if you want to show goodwill to someone.

He had always wanted to win over generals from Haozhou, such as Xu Da and Chang Yuchun.

Simply making empty promises isn't enough; you have to show people tangible benefits.

This was an opportunity, but it was a pity.

Li Shanchang glanced at the master and apprentice over there without making a sound, and in his heart, he already regarded these two people from Jiangnan as rivals.

He understands what struggle is.

The so-called struggle is nothing more than winning over more of one's own people.

Go fight against a smaller opponent.

When everyone from top to bottom is one of our own, everything will naturally go smoothly.

"King Ming."

Li Shanchang bowed and said, “Hu Weiyong has a delicate writing style and is excellent in mathematics. Why not send him to assist Luo Neishi?”

Shi Nai'an immediately glared at him angrily.

Luo Guanzhong and Hu Weiyong both bowed their heads.

Lin Dao smiled, glanced at everyone, and nodded slightly.

“Okay.” Xu Da, standing to the side, felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange.

But I couldn't quite put my finger on what was wrong.

These scholars all seem to be playing mind games.
But he simply couldn't tell.

The sky is bright.

Sitting in a basket, Luo Guanzhong and Hu Weiyong, along with dozens of clerks, arrived outside the city.

'Phew~~~'

Everyone instinctively raised their sleeves to cover their noses.

This taste is really hard to accept.

"Ugh~~~"

What was even harder to accept was witnessing firsthand the Yuan soldiers who were killed by Molotov cocktails.

When they saw the corpses, contorted into bizarre shapes from their struggles before death, they vomited even more violently.

Luo Guanzhong suppressed his nausea and carefully examined the remains of the Yuan soldiers.

The Yuan soldiers, clad in leather armor, had essentially become one unified force.

The Yuan soldiers, clad in iron armor, had blackened armor that did not melt, but the inside was reduced to charcoal.

He was very puzzled by this, but didn't understand why.

If Lin Daoruo were here, he might explain it to him.

'The combustion chamber containing additives such as white phosphorus, sulfur, rubber, and sugar does not reach the melting point of iron.'

This is scientific knowledge~

Luo Guanzhong glanced at Hu Weiyong, who was vomiting uncontrollably, snorted, straightened up, tried to breathe through his mouth covered by a blue mask, clapped his hands, and called out, "Let's get started with the counting."

People continued to be lowered down from the city wall.

Hundreds of laborers, wearing masks distributed by the King around their mouths and noses, dug large pits outside the city with tools.

Lin Dao believes that he is motivated to work only when he is paid.

So the laborers didn't work for nothing; when they finished their work and returned to the city, each of them received a can of luncheon meat as a reward.

The reason luncheon meat is distributed is because it's really hard to embezzle it.

They could grab a handful of rice and flour, or use inferior goods as a way to make a quick buck.

Each person gets one luncheon meat, so how can they embezzle it?

You can't just open it and then scoop out a spoonful.

Anyone who doesn't receive it will definitely cause a scene.

If this matter escalates to the point where King Ming is involved, does he really think King Ming's sword is ineffective?
After Luo Guanzhong and his men finished their inventory and search, the laborers used hooks and rakes to drag the Yuan soldiers' corpses into the pit.

As I said before, it must be dealt with as soon as possible in this hot weather, otherwise it could be dangerous.

On the city wall, Chang Yuchun, who was on duty for this section of the wall during the day, kept his eyes closed and remained silent.

He didn't want to say anything more.

He was on night duty here the night before last, but the Yuan army didn't come.

Last night it was Xu Da's turn to stand guard here, and the Yuan army arrived.
They didn't experience any fierce battles; they easily repelled the Yuan army's night raid using only bombs and Molotov cocktails.

Looking down from the top of the city wall, one can see countless Yuan army corpses, especially those piled up in layers below the city wall—there must be more than a thousand of them!
The Ming king is so generous; this must be a tremendous military achievement.

But I myself missed out on this military honor.

At this moment, one can imagine Chang Yuchun's feelings.

"How come Xu Da always seems to have all the good things happen to him?"

"My name is Yu Chun!"

"How about changing the name to 'Encountering the Enemy'? 'Encountering Joy'? 'Encountering Merit'?"

Yuan soldiers were watching from afar, but they did not come to attack.

They are also licking their wounds.

The losses last night were excessive.

"Prime Minister."

Inside Tuotuo's tent, the young Wang Baobao suggested, "The weather is hot now. Perhaps we can follow the old strategy of our eldest son's westward expedition, throwing corpses into the city to cause a plague."

"In this way, Gaoyou City will likely fall without a fight."

Bolod Timur, who was determined to avenge his father, immediately retorted, "What are we going to throw? The catapults will be destroyed by the Red Turban rebels' rockets before they even get close."

"It can be cut into sections."

The young Wang Baobao spoke with the maturity of an old man: "Prepare more crossbows and catapults, and fire them all at once under cover of darkness."

"There probably aren't many of those extremely powerful rockets in the city."

These words made Bolotemur even more disgusted with this man.

"After all this trouble, I don't know when it will be effective."

"Prime Minister!" He bowed deeply to Toghto, "Please give the order, Prime Minister, to send the army to flood the enemy city!"

Although Gaoyou City is right next to Gaoyou Lake.

But the flooding he mentioned was not a water attack strategy.

Instead, they used an overwhelming force, like a surging tide, to overwhelm the enemy city.

This tactic is a classic example of using one's own resources to inflict damage.

With our numbers, we can bury the enemy city as well.

All the generals in the tent glared angrily at Bolot Timur.

Someone immediately retorted, "If you want to avenge your father, go do it yourself. Why waste the lives of us warriors?"

Throughout history, whether it was the Xiongnu, Rouran, Turks, Khitan, Jurchen, or Mengwu, etc.

These border troublemakers in China are no less skilled or capable in combat.

They would rarely do something like harming someone with their own resources.

These books, unlike those written by lowly and worthless warriors in the mouths of literati during the Song and Ming dynasties, were the private property of nobles from their respective tribes.

The generals were already dissatisfied after losing so many warriors last night.

"I'll go, I'll go!"

Bolotemur, his eyes bloodshot, shouted, "If you are unwilling, I will go myself!"

"Shut up, everyone!"

Tuotuo roared, silencing everyone.

His gaze swept over the crowd. "The Red Turban rebels are a great enemy of our nation."

"The Red Turban bandits in Gaoyou City are the common leaders of Red Turban bandits all over the world."

"If this villain is not eliminated, he will surely become a great threat in the future!"

"This battle is not only for the imperial court, but also for yourselves!"

Tuotuo stood up and solemnly gave the order.

"The entire army will have a day to rest."

"The day after tomorrow morning, the entire army will launch a full-scale attack and flood the city!"

(End of this chapter)