Fox of France

In addition to the explosive kit, the French also have a new thing, which is the grenade.

The so-called grenade is actually an ultra-light mortar. It is relatively light and even lighter than a rifle in weight, so it basically does not take up the preparation. More importantly, this thing is simple in structure and cheap to manufacture. In the Anti-Japanese War of later generations, the poor imperialist armies were equipped with a large number of such things.

Compared with the Japanese grenades of later generations, at this time, the things in the hands of the French army were even more primitive and simpler. The Japanese grenade is also equipped with special ammunition, (of course, it can also be used to launch grenades), and this lower version of the French grenade is really specially used to launch grenades.

The airtightness of the grenade is definitely not very good, so the range of this thing is much worse than that used by the devils in later generations. The effective range of the grenadiers of later generations is about 500 meters, while the effective range of the French grenadiers at this moment is only a little more than 100 meters.

But at this time, this range is barely enough. Because, at this time, the use of the grenade is mainly to launch smoke bombs to interfere with the enemy's shooting, and to cover the blaster to send the explosive package up.

The French soldiers all took cover and fired at the manor—in fact, it was more like a watchtower.

The people on the watchtower also returned fire with their rifles. Then the grenade carried by the company fired several smoke bombs in the direction of the watchtower. The smoke bomb exploded in the air, as if a black-gray umbrella had suddenly opened.

Under the cover of continuously exploding smoke bombs, a French soldier quickly leaped forward with an explosive package in his arms.

Although the towers of the Barbary pirates were built with a lot of defensive considerations. But after all, he has a strong life function, so he didn't get to the bottom of the watchtower as soon as those authentic ones. He pulled the fuse and quickly ran away.

With a loud noise, the tall wall suddenly collapsed, and bricks, wood, and human heads flew away. Even at a considerable distance, the French soldiers felt the ground tremble.

"Charge!" Philip gave the order. He knew that if the enemies were all gathered not far from the explosion point, even if they escaped the explosion just now, they would be shocked and unable to recover their fighting power in a short time. If they rushed up at this time, they might not even be able to stand up.

In fact, just as Philip expected, after they rushed into the wall, the battle inside ended in a short time.

On this estate, Philippe's men found some unsold olive oil. This should be the product of this olive grove. In addition, there are various women's gold jewelry and silk clothes. The chaplain who accompanied the army registered these things-these were the property of France. Of course, some things that were too small were not registered. Even if the things that were registered, the numbers were a little smaller. This little bit was naturally a benefit for the private soldiers from Philip to the following.

But on the whole, Philip and the others had limited gains in this manor. According to common sense, the owner of this manor should have a high status here. How could there be only so few things? Moreover, no woman of noble status was found in this manor.

Philip wanted to ask the captives, but he immediately discovered an important problem, he could not understand the language of the locals.

"Damn it! Can any of you understand what they're saying?" asked Philip.

Everyone shook their heads.

"Company commander, you can ask that Turkish liaison officer to ask." A soldier said.

"If it's possible, it's up to you to say that?" Philip said coldly.

"Why?" The soldier still didn't understand.

"Butts, you're an idiot!" said Philip. "Why did he tell us when he asked? He couldn't remember it himself and bring a few Turks over when we were gone—then those things It's his! Got it?"

"Company commander, what do you say?" a soldier asked.

"What else can we do!" Philip said fiercely, "We have to find it ourselves. There must be a secret room here, and we have to dig three feet to find it!"

Having said that, Philip picked up a rifle and slammed it against the wall with the butt. There was a slap on the wall, very heavy and solid, it seems that there should be no here.

"Everyone is going to look for it. If there is any doubt, you can destroy it at will! It's like redecorating them!" Philip shouted.

And those who were captured—mostly servants and domestic slaves, and the men basically died in the explosion just now—are now held in a small room. According to the agreement between France and Turkey, the rebels captured by the French and their family members should be handed over to the Turks.

This is also why the Turks insisted on gaining power, mainly to avoid rebellion from hiding in the French, and then being used by the French to make waves. As for the reason why they can be sold as slaves, this is not too important. Generally speaking, because the other party is a pagan, everyone forms an alliance and is an alliance, and we should guard against each other.

The French smashed the wall indiscriminately, pried up the floor above the ground with a bayonet to see if there was a hidden compartment underneath. Full of enthusiasm to find the treasures of Arababa and the Forty Thieves, everyone turned this place upside down. Finally found a secret room under a staircase.

The door to this secret room was blocked by the falling stairs. It took a lot of effort for the French to move the stairs away, and then lifted the carpet on it, and saw an iron door.

"Shotgun!" Philip yelled.

A French soldier with a shotgun came up and fired a shot at the swamp latch, breaking the lock. Then the iron gate was pulled open, revealing a dark tunnel.

"Let the Turk come. Let him talk in!" cried Philip.

So the Turkish liaison officer was called, and he yelled something inside, but there was no movement inside, so he yelled a few more times, and there were a few low sobbing sounds from below, like a woman . There was also the sound of children crying.

"Tell her to come up herself," said Philip.

The Turk yelled down a few more times, but there was no response from below, only the child's cry was faintly heard.

"What's the problem?" Philip asked, "Butz, you and Francis, let's go down and have a look together."

Butz took a shotgun, and Francis threw a torch down first. The torch fell down the stairs, but it didn't illuminate much. There was still no movement below. Butz and Francis glanced at each other, pulled the handguard, loaded the shotgun, and walked down the steps.