Chapter 404 The Hardest Time!

There are only thousands of people in the city. In Wang Kui's view, it is a mortal situation.

Although Song Yi once again created an abnormal miracle of life and death on the battlefield, he was not very excited, because even if he was willing to stay and stay with Song Yi to guard this lonely city alone, it was nothing more than three days to live.

Write a suicide note to let the soldiers who don't want to die leave, and dismiss the city people who don't want to stay in the city... These things were done in one day.

Wang Kui found Song Yi in front of the blind old man's door in the city, and the old man was sewing a strange and huge cloth.

A round cloth was worn with many tough silk threads in the army, which was used to wear extremely important armor, but Song Yi came here.

Wang Kui didn't know what Song Yi wanted to do with this, but he still sat aside patiently and looked at it.

"Aren't you going to patrol the city?" Song Yi turned his head and asked, with a calm face.

"City patrol? Ha ha... This is a lonely city, and all that is left is not afraid of death! At this time, I don't need to do anything. I'm afraid these people will do better than what I ordered. Wang Kui smiled and said that a scar on his face was particularly conspicuous.

"How does it feel?"

"What?" Wang Kui was puzzled.

Song Yi stared at him seriously and said, "Zhuge Qi, the mighty army... It's all gone. How do you feel?

Wang Kui looked gloomy and said with a bitter smile, "King Kang went first. I can understand his difficulties. He chose the right one. He kept the strength of the mighty army and retreated to Youzhou, so that he could have time to arrange the fortifications and prevent Zhao from breaking the dike!"

"If it were me, I would be very desperate and angry!" Song Yi said with a smile.

"Now I feel that Mrs. Yue will not see the wrong person... After all, she is the general's wife. Wang Kuidao.

"I said, I won't die!" Song Yi said seriously again that his self-confidence was strong enough to make Wang Kui doubt.

"What about now? Three thousand to three thousand... Do you want to die?" Wang Kui asked with a smile.

Song Yi frowned slightly and thought about it, and then said, "This time, gamble on luck!"

"Luck?" Wang Kui frowned and was very puzzled.

Song Yi pointed to the big round cloth that the old man was sewing and said seriously, "Rely on it, gamble on luck!"

Wang Kui is puzzled. Although puzzled, he still felt that Song Yi seemed to have a convincing magic, and there were some absurd hopes in his heart.

Song Yi finally did not tell Wang Kui what the round cloth could be used for. Only he knew that he was not very sure.

Although the balloon skin the old man is sewing is the best material that can be collected, Song Yi will still be patient with the fire resistance of this thing. Moreover, even if the old man makes the balloon skin, Song Yi himself can still think of using the fuel collected by Wu Jian to make really useful materials.

There are countless difficulties in between. Fortunately, Song Yi needs a short time and a clear goal.

What he wants only needs to see the position of Wanyan Hongliang clearly in the 300,000 army, and then kill it in one fell swoop! This is the only way Song Yi can think of to break the situation, and it is also the only way to surprise.

It's just that this matter is really too difficult.

After noon, the blind old man sewed the balloon. Song Yi asked someone to take away the balloon and the ball skin, and then began to make the simplest hot air balloon in history.

Of course, it is difficult for even Wu Jian to understand why Song Yi has to complete such a thing in the last three days, but Fu Yao is very interested in it.

The airbag was blown full of air with manpower. After using the extremely rare fuel found by Wu Jian and the alcohol experiment with a better concentration extracted by Song Yi himself, it could really float...

The huge sphere, like a hanging white gallbladder, floated in the air. Fu Yao and Wu Jian and others looked at the scene in front of them in shock, making an incredible exclamation.

But Song Yi let out a dejected sigh, because the airbag could not fly... It seems to be a little different from his imagination.

Let people make a hanging basket according to what he drew, and Song Yi then put all his time on the thought of the hot air balloon.

At night, the burning flame still keeps stirring the balloon to float, and the occasional strong flame can also float some distance from the ground with the airbag, but it can't fly high.

Fu Yao finally understood what Song Yi wanted to do and asked in a daze, "Do you want it to fly and then assassinate Wanyan Hongliang?"

"Yes, this is the only way to mess up the golden man." Song Yidao.

For Fu Yao, what Song Yi brought to her has always been a novelty that the world can't see. Even at this moment, she still feels that the floating airbag made by Song Yi is simply the most magical miracle she has ever seen.

However, she was asked to imagine that this kind of sphere could float in the high sky, and then be controlled by Song Yi to assassinate Wanyan Hongliang, which was simply beyond all her cognition.

Of course, Wu Jian was stunned from the beginning, but a strange feeling rose in his heart, which prompted him to desperately collect all the fuel that Song Yi asked him to collect, and urged Aokizhai to make the highest concentration of alcohol...

While Wang Kui was patrolling the city, Song Yi was silently doing something that was almost difficult to accomplish. For him, what he could rely on was the memory of his own time travel, and the technology that outsiders could not understand and reach.

It was not until then that Song Yi felt that it was a fatal mistake for a person to learn enough things. Even if he traveled to a strange era and had more knowledge, the way to live would be wider and longer...

Another day passed, and everything that could be thought of has been made. The golden soldiers outside the city are ready to move. The hot air balloon can float a few meters from the ground with efforts, but unfortunately, the balloon was burned out of a hole and fell down heavily. Song Yi fell so much that his internal organs almost rolled out...< /P>

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In the distant capital, there is a depression.

On the one hand, the prime minister, led by Wang Wei, urgently proposed that King Kang immediately return to Beijing to ascend the throne, while others remained silent.

The overall situation is obvious, but it is also very critical, because at this moment, there is not even an adult son of the former emperor in Beijing. It is hard to imagine who the prince who ascended the throne at this time if the seventh prince did not just went to the south of the Yangtze River some time ago.

However, there are still some different movements in the court. Some people are actively running in private. Even the Ming King, who is far away in Luoyang, is rushing towards the capital. No matter how loud Wang Wei's voice is, I'm afraid it will be difficult to make a decisive conclusion before the first prince comes to the capital.

The world is still calm, but the capital is already swaying.

Wang Weixi walked into Yue's house in the night of the day. The next day, at dawn, Mrs. Yue left the capital.

Before leaving the capital, Mrs. Yue only met one person, who was Wang Shuai, the prodigal son of the capital...