Chapter 722 Deveal

Although everyone can't speak, they admire it from the bottom of their hearts. The general is deep and dangerous but behaves freely. The tone used to talk to the Tatar is vivid. Rarely, he took advantage of a small favor to easily find the place where the eagle cannon was placed. Just such a heavy lifting ability to talk and laugh is already very It is difficult for many people to do it.

Wang Yong was also convinced. When Song Nan wanted to come in person before, he still muttered that the general was distrusting himself. Can't he be alone after experiencing so many things? But now, Wang Yong has nothing to say. To be honest, after getting off the Great Wall, Wang Yong was a little confused about how to get to the Yazi artillery camp station. If it hadn't been hosted by Song Nan all the way, I'm afraid he was still trying to find a way around the periphery.

Facts have proved that Lord Song, who is good at fighting and killing himself and playing with ideas, came out. Anyway, he and Lord Song are also a perfect partner. How many big things they have done together are cooperating tacitly. Thinking of this, Wang Yong's frustration is much less, and he is even a little proud.

Going forward, through seven or eight checkpoints, passing through dense tare tents and bonfires, and walking through the strange eyes of the Taran soldiers, the degree of danger can be imagined. Song Nan was intercepted and questioned several times by the soldiers and horses of the night patrol, and Song Nan dealt with it calmly. Perhaps the whole army of the Tari knew the particularity of the Condor Battalion. When they heard that it was sending supper to the Condor Battalion, these people showed their anger without exception, but they let them go obediently.

Once, a Tari army officer expressed doubts. He asked Song Nan, "Why does the night snack of the Eagle Camp need to be delivered by people from the Horqin logistics tribe a few miles away? Zuo Jin has a department specializing in catering. Why do they ask you to deliver it?" |

Song Nan's mind turned quickly and explained, "This little man is also difficult to understand. I heard from the senior master of the official that most of the Eagle Artillery Camp are from the Horqin tribe. They like to eat the most famous mutton porridge of our Horqin tribe. Maybe that's why they chose us."

The officer was skeptical, but what Song Nan said was eye-catching. He did not know whether the people in the Eagle Artillery Camp were mostly from the Horqin tribe, and there was no way to refute it. Shortly after the release, a soldier under him reminded: "Hundred, what the Horqin tribe is best at is not what mutton cooking. Porridge, they are best at making milk tea and roasting whole lamb.

The officer was stunned, but Song Nan and others have long disappeared. Based on the principle that more is better than less, he didn't want to work hard to catch up with Song Nan. He only slapped the soldier on the face and scolded, "I don't know? Do you want to talk more? The milk tea and roasted whole lamb of the Horqin tribe are indeed famous, but they are still best at making mutton porridge. You know nothing!"

Near the fifth watch, the sky was already faintly white, and the time was very tight; Song Nan and others had come to the hillside where the eagle cannon was placed; as the centurion said, the mountain was obviously a major project, and the weeds on the oblique hillside were removed clean and excavated obliquely. The uphill slope leads to the top of the mountain; there are traces of huge wheels on it, and the pressure is clearly visible. The traces of ruts can be left on such a solid ground, indicating that these big guys pulled up the mountain are extremely heavy, and it must be the eagle cannon.

The smell of fragrant suddenly made the surrounding soldiers suck their noses. The thousand households picked up a wooden spoon and scooped a spoon and sent it to their mouth. They immediately raised their eyebrows and praised, "Delicious, delicious."

Song Nan smiled and said, "That's, this is a special seasoning. In order to cheer for the old men of the Eagle Camp, we used the secret seasoning of the Horqin tribe to cook it. Naturally, it is delicious and tight."

At this time, the thousand households had no doubt and waved their hands and said, "Go ahead. If it's delivered, you have to come down, otherwise I won't follow."

After saying that Xili snored and drank porridge, Song Nan nodded and agreed repeatedly, and pushed the boat to send two buckets of porridge. When a group of satar soldiers gathered together to drink mutton porridge, Song Nan and the people hurriedly nodded and bowed across the wooden fence at the entrance of the road and walked to the mountain.

There was no more sound of tuss on the mountain road, and there was suddenly silence around. The trees around the wind were whirling, and everyone's mood became particularly nervous. Along the ruts of the road, it is not difficult to find the location of the eagle cannon. Over a slope, it suddenly opened up in front of me. I saw a flat field in front of me, dozens of bonfires burning brightly, and the scene on the open space was clear at a glance. Dozens of dark eagle cannons are staggered on the open space, and the mouth of the gun has been raised to the sky. Hundreds oftar soldiers are busy passing through it, some waxing and oiling, some adjusting the angle of the muzzle, and some carrying wooden boxes.

Song Nan and the people were lying in the grass and looked at the lively scene in a daze. They thought that the Talies were still sleeping and could do it secretly, but it seems that the Talies have begun to prepare for the launch. Maybe they haven't slept all night, just waiting for the Tianming military order to start bombarding the Great Wall.

"My lord, what should I do? Hard or something?" Wang Yong whispered.

"Do you have to be useful? If you are entangled with the reinforcement of the Tatar, it's okay if the cannon can't be destroyed, and we can't get rid of it.

"What should I do?" Wang Yong's IQ has become negative at this moment.

Song Nan pointed to the people carrying wooden boxes: "These people must carry shells. We don't need to deal with these iron pimples. We just need to destroy their shells, and these things will become dumb scrap iron. See, they all walked towards the big tent in the north. Obviously, the shells went in and destroyed the shells. That's it."

Wang Yong raised his hand to give himself a mouth and hit him crisply. Everyone looked at him in astonishment, and Song Nan said, "What are you doing? Are there any mosquitoes?"

Wang Yong said, "No, I hate that I don't have a brain. I can't even think of such a simple plan. It's really a waste of time to follow an adult."

Song Nan rolled his eyes and said, "Now it's up to you. Take someone to destroy the shells. Those shells have fuses. If you light a few, they will explode in a chain, and the great work will be done. I'll take ten brothers to cover you. You take people down the hill from behind and make your hands and feet sharper.

Wang Yong nodded and waved his hand to more than 30 guards and followed him to touch the shadow in the north. Song Nan saw them disappearing in the shadow, so he greeted more than a dozen guards around him to take out the gun from under the basket.

Just as Song Nan was about to order to touch the flat ground, he suddenly heard the noise from the bottom of the mountain. A long dragon with a torch rushed straight up from the foot of the mountain, and there was a shout from the sound of the wind: "There are Ming military spies mixed in, and the people above are careful."

Song Nan was shocked and shouted, "Oh no."