Han’s Son is Not a Slave

After Zhang Fulai's apprentice went out to deliver the letter, Tie Yi inspected the two large coffins and looked at every corner very carefully. I have to say that the coffin in Gaoyaocheng did a good job of laying the coffins. They were all waterproofed, and after dragging on the tunnel for so long, apart from being covered with muddy water, no water had penetrated.

Relieved, Tie Yi patted the coffin on the left lightly, and suddenly thought of Master Zheng Laoquan, thinking that when the old man died, he didn't even have a coffin, and his nose became sore.

This time, if God takes care of me and doesn't tell me to die in this tunnel, I must go back and buy a good coffin to re-bury Master and his old man!

Tie Yi swore an oath in his heart, and then took a deep breath. The air in the tunnel was thin, and the deeper it went, the harder it was to breathe.

After taking a deep breath of air, Tie Yi felt that his head was much refreshed, and then he carefully took out the matchstick wrapped in kraft paper from his arms. There were already many wooden stakes less than a foot apart on the mud wall on the left side of the tunnel. All he had to do was put the arquebus into the coffin, put it on the stakes in sections, and set it on fire.

There is no room for carelessness in this process. Once the rope of fire falls on the muddy ground full of water, it goes without saying that the fire will be difficult, and the mud on the wall must not fall on the rope. Otherwise, the rope will be smashed to the ground. Also on the job loss side.

The fire rope used for ignition is made of hemp rope, about a hundred feet long, and is connected by more than a dozen fire ropes. After this kind of match rope is made, it must be soaked in vinegar for a few days, and then taken out to dry, otherwise the stability and fire conductivity will be very poor. After soaking in vinegar, the matchstick can burn by itself, but the disadvantage is that it burns faster and is not safe. It will catch fire. When the medicine was buried in the mine. Tie Yi had seen with his own eyes that someone was killed on the mountain because he didn't have time to run past the lit match.

The 100-foot-long matchlock meant that Tie Yi had to escape to a safe area within a very short period of time, because there had never been a real city wall blasting before. Therefore, even Zhou Shixiang couldn't tell how powerful the two coffins would be after they were blasted, and how much tunnel length would be affected. Therefore, he repeatedly told Tie Yi to turn around and run to the exit as soon as the fire was ignited, and not to stay there and try to see if the arquebus continued to burn.

Everyone is afraid of death, and Tie Yi is also the same. He is also very afraid of being buried alive underground, but someone has to light it. If you want to die, just kill him.

The time for placing the matchlock was almost still, and the deep tunnel was a little scary. The torches that were inserted into the wall at intervals could not illuminate enough places due to the thin air, and Tie Yi did not dare to hold it. The torch pulls the match rope, so he can only do this with 12 points of energy, and he is even doing this terrible thing with his breath.

In the end, the match rope was placed on the wooden stake on the wall without any risk, and there was nothing that Tie Yi was worried about.

Looking at the two coffins that could no longer be seen a hundred feet ahead, Tie Yi swallowed. His nervous eyes moved to the match rope hanging on the wooden stake. He slowly took a step back and pulled the torch from the wall. Ready to burn by hand.

The match rope was made by Tie Yi and a few old people by hand. The coffin was built by himself, and he personally directed people to drag it into the tunnel. Now, he will light the fire himself, and in any case, he will give the Xinhui city wall. Blast him out!

fry!

Blow up you bastards!

After shooting one last glance towards the end of the tunnel, Tie Yi stretched the torch towards the match without hesitation.

"Hey!" Suddenly sparks flickered, and faint blue smoke followed. The matchstick was burning forward with great speed.

Thinking of Zhou Shixiang's advice, Tie Yi didn't dare to watch the burning of the fire rope. He turned around as fast as he could and ran, his legs stamped one after another in the muddy tunnel.

this way. I don't know how many torches stuck on the wall have been knocked over, I don't know how many times I hit my head, and I don't know how far I suddenly ran. Anyway, Tie Yi just kept running like that!

Shit, why hasn't it been fried yet?

The two feet were still running forward, but there was no sound of an explosion coming from his ears. Tie Yi's heart couldn't help but twitch. Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard a muffled sound behind him, and then the ground beneath his feet froze. Violently shaking, a heat wave hit him from behind, throwing him to the ground.

The heat wave was accompanied by countless dirt and debris, and the tunnel felt like the ground was shaking. Tie Yi was lying on the mud floor, his head was thickly wrapped in mud, and the strong airflow just now made him instantly. He couldn't breathe, and when he wanted to inhale, the air was filled with the choking smell of gunpowder, which made him spit out tears and snot.

fried!

Tie Yi's first thought was that it finally exploded, but the second thought was that I was out of breath, am I going to die here?

Filled with most of the belongings of the trap camp, more than 700 kilograms of granular gunpowder finally exploded in the sealed coffin. The soil under the Xinhui city wall in the direction of the coffin was first lifted up, followed by loud noises and loud noises. Black smoke rises.

On the ground, everyone heard the loud noise and felt the violent shaking from the ground.

God thunder? !

The first reaction of the Qing troops on the city wall when they heard the loud noise was not to look down the city, but to look up to the sky subconsciously. When they found something wrong, the city wall was already covered with black smoke~www.wuxiaspot.com~More I heard soldiers screaming in agony.

The smoke blocked people's sight. No one in the Qing army knew what was going on. They only knew that their feet were shaking violently, and there were countless city bricks flying up from the east gate.

"What happened, where did the thief get the gun!"

The sergeant Zheng Guodong, who was awakened from his sleep, didn't even bother to put on his shoes after hearing the loud noise, and rushed out barefoot. When he saw that the east gate area was shrouded in black smoke, he opened his mouth wide in shock. Not sure what exactly happened there.

On the city wall of the east gate, the Qing troops who were vigilant at night can describe them as ghost crying and wolf howling. Many unlucky ghosts were smashed to pieces by the flying boulders at the moment of the explosion, and more fell down with the sudden collapse of the city wall. It was immediately buried by the fallen soil, stones, and city bricks.

"The city wall is falling, the city wall is falling!"

The frightened East Gate defenders looked at the large gap in front of them as if they had seen a ghost. The original continuous city wall seemed to have been forcibly removed by an immortal, revealing a huge gap about tens of feet wide. To be continued

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