Daming: The system rejected my request for salted fish

Chapter 1314

He could die, but he absolutely did not want to fall into Wei Wu's hands, not because he was afraid of being tortured, but because he did not want to admit defeat.

Yao Guangxiao had originally planned to find a reason to separate after meeting the general, and then find a way to leave alone.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they met, the general sent someone to deliver a horse and tell him to go to the high ground to assemble, which gave him a great opportunity.

However, the general then sent men to follow him, which left Yao Guangxiao somewhat helpless.

Knowing full well that there was no hope for Beiyuan, how could he possibly continue to stay with them!

Therefore, after leaving the military camp, Yao Guangxiao immediately tried to create an opportunity to kill the soldier.

After dealing with the soldiers, Yao Guangxiao walked step by step to his horse, but he did not mount it immediately.

Instead, he panted heavily beside the horse, rested for a while, and then slowly climbed onto the horse's back by grasping the reins.

Although he tricked the soldier into dismounting and then killed him, there is one thing he did not lie about.

That is, when he was riding a horse, his internal organs did indeed feel pain as if they were being stabbed with steel needles, just as he described.

The reason was that the shell that knocked him unconscious had indeed damaged his internal organs due to the shockwave from its explosion.

He didn't feel anything when he first woke up, but after he got on the horse, he realized that he was injured.

He had been enduring this since leaving the military camp, just to get away from it as soon as possible and find an opportunity to leave, like now.

Riding on horseback, Yao Guangxiao determined his direction and then turned to look at the military camp that was emitting black smoke.

"Wei Wu, the firearms you created are indeed powerful. They caught me off guard. Consider this a temporary victory for you."

"But our match isn't over yet. Next time, I'll get my revenge and won't give you another chance!"

Looking at the black smoke in the distance, Yao Guangxiao muttered something to himself, then shook the reins to get a better look in the direction.

Because he was feeling really unwell, he didn't make the horse run fast, but instead had it move slowly.

Anyway, the Northern Yuan army is currently drawing the Ming army's attention, while he is just one person and will not be noticed.

On the other side, after a whole night of bombardment, Zhu Di unleashed a total of 1,200 cannonballs on the Northern Yuan camp.

This was almost the entirety of his stockpile in Beiping; now he only had a hundred left to keep in Beiping for defense.

Although he couldn't see the results of those 1,200 shells, he could guess that they would be quite good.

Therefore, after the cannonballs were used up, Zhu Di immediately sent scouts back to the rear to notify the main army to come and clean up the mess.

The exact casualties of the Northern Yuan army can only be determined once the main force arrives and storms into the Northern Yuan camp.

However, Zhu Di's ignorance of the situation did not mean that others were unaware. For example, Wei Wu was very clear about it.

Although he had instructed Shen Lin half an hour earlier to land the helicopter so that he could refuel the tank.

However, before landing, he witnessed firsthand the state of the Northern Yuan camp, a scene that could only be described as horrific.

The Beiyuan camp now looks completely different from what it was like before the attack last night; it's like a crushed picture of hell.

Because of the artillery fire, the ground of the Northern Yuan army camp was as pockmarked as the face of a certain pockmarked emperor.

Furthermore, the soil in every crater was charred black, and there were also fragments of iron mixed in with the soil, emitting a faint wisp of gunpowder smoke.

Before Wei Wu landed, he could smell the nauseating odor emanating from the camp from 200 meters in the air.

It smelled of gunpowder, mixed with the smell of burning wood and cloth, and the pungent odor of gasoline.

Most importantly, among these flavors, there is also the sweet, meaty aroma produced by flesh being scorched by flames.

If you don't know what happened, some people might think it smells good because they don't know what kind of meat it is.

But this was only the smell of the camp; what was truly appalling was the horrific scene inside the camp that was too terrible to bear.

The once neatly arranged military tents have disappeared, leaving only some charred, indistinguishable pieces of fabric.

These fragmented pieces of fabric hung crookedly from the tent's support poles, which had been burned to charcoal.

In addition, there were the Northern Yuan soldiers who died in the camp, either burned to death by flames or killed by artillery shells.

In the deep craters blasted out by artillery shells, severed limbs and broken arms lay scattered at very unnatural angles on the scorched earth.

These are still distinguishable; there are many more that are charred black and impossible to identify.

Under the dual attack of artillery shells and oil, the Northern Yuan army's camp has now become a graveyard for its soldiers.

As one of the creators of this scene, Wei Wu couldn't bear it any longer, which is why he told Shen Lin to land quickly.

Of course, it wasn't that he felt sorry for the enemy, but rather that the meaty smell emanating from the enemy's body made him feel nauseous.

The helicopter also needed to be refueled, so I decided to use that as an excuse to give my sense of smell a rest.

And so, not far from the original Beiyuan camp, Wei Wu and his two companions refueled while eating a simple breakfast.

Zhang Hai is still excited about participating in war in this way for the first time.

"Young Master, this way of fighting is so unfair! The enemy has absolutely no chance to fight back!"

"The only problem is that the opening of that plastic bucket is too small, so the oil comes out too slowly, and we have to keep changing the bucket, which is quite troublesome."

"Or, next time we can just put that metal oil drum next to the cabin door, unscrew the cap, and pour it out!"

While eating breakfast, Zhang Hai offered advice to Wei Wu, and what he said stunned Wei Wu.

Yes! Why must it be poured into plastic buckets? Last time we poured it into buckets because of special circumstances.

After all, the diesel fuel was pumped from the truck's fuel tank, and last time I was alone, so it wasn't very convenient.

This oil was refined by the Academy of Sciences, and with Zhang Hai involved, they could just pour it directly from a tin bucket!

A barrel of oil weighs only about 400 jin (200 kg), which is nothing to Zhang Hai; he can handle the heavy lifting.

Thinking of this, Wei Wu turned to look at Zhang Hai and patted him on the shoulder with great approval.

"Your idea is excellent. Next time there's an opportunity, I'll entrust this matter to you. Young Master has high hopes for you!"