The Great Tang: World Martial God

In the afternoon, the sun was bright and beautiful, not as virulent as June.

After playing with the two treasures in the backyard for a while, the two treasures went to sleep peacefully.

This may be Tang Hao's most leisure time, and it is a great blessing to be able to have such a leisure time on the eve of the war.

There was also news from the earth kiln that the cement produced had been piled up like a mountain, and if it was not used, the entire ridge of the imperial village would become a new warehouse.

Tang Hao simply waved his hand to let the steward be responsible for selling, and set the price by himself.

The people of Datang are still accustomed to living in this kind of wooden house, but Tang Hao firmly believes that such a sturdy thing must have his use, and someone will buy it!

As the saying goes, no matter how small a fly is, it is meat!

Now Tang Mansion’s entire workshop industry has a lot of revenue, but the expenditures are also not a lot.

Just a place in the south of the Yangtze River, it seems that I can't wait for the restaurant to be completed, and I directly paid a part of it from the cabinet in advance.

After dismissing the female steward, the three veterans couldn't wait to find Tang Hao again.

When they first met and saw Tang Hao closing his eyes in the courtyard, Changsun Wuji became anxious.

"Good nephew! What time is it now! You still have a rest in the mood!"

"How is the oil burning on the fire made?"

Tang Hao, who pulled the mosquito-proof veil from his face, half-layed on the seat, opened one eye slightly.

In the eyes, the three faces looked straight at themselves, and there was anxiety, hope, and even a feeling of hatred for iron and steel.

It's impossible to sleep anymore!

Changsun Wuji had already pulled Tang Hao, saying that if he needed help, the three of them could do their best to prepare.

Gao Shilian and Li Jing didn't say a word even more. They rolled up the sleeves of their shirts and looked like they were doing it by themselves.

Tang Hao stretched out his hand, blocking the appearance of the three veterans from doing important things, and said hurriedly.

"Follow me!"

A group of four drove to the imperial village, greeted the four civilian husbands to carry out two large porcelain altars, and placed them beside a stagnant pool nearby.

The branches of the newly cut trees were still able to feel the water, and they were thrown into the water with a few puffs.

The three veteran officials were stunned looking at the pond!

Is it possible that Tang Hao still wants to burn this wet log?

Tang Hao didn't say much. He poured all the liquid in the porcelain altar into the pool. When he bent his bow and set an arrow, he just sent three old officials standing by the pool, arguing about the liquid floating in the pond.

"This is black oil? Why is the color much lighter? Not as viscous as we have seen?"

Hearing Changsun Wuji's question, Li Jing twisted his beard and sucked his nose, slightly puzzled.

"It should be the black oil. It still smells the same, but it's not as strong."

Gao Shilian lowered his body and looked at the oily-stained pond for a long while, but he didn't see the peculiarities clearly.

"This thing is just like Tang Hao said, it can ignite a big fire, and it can't be extinguished by splashing water?"

Tang Hao had already wrapped the greasy cloth on the bow arrow in his hand, looked at the curious three people on the edge of the pond, and reminded him.

"The three elders, if you don't want to be the first important minister of the Tang Dynasty to be cooked, please let the three retreat to thirty steps away."

Almost at the same time, the three of them turned their heads and laughed loudly when they saw Tang Hao standing nearly forty or fifty steps away.

"Tang boy, don't you want to have fun with us old guys!"

"It's just a square-foot pool. Even if it starts to burn, how big the fire can be?"

Gao Shilian looked back at the pool and looked at Tang Hao's serious face. He felt that this kid was not lying, and he pulled up the smiling grandson Wuji.

"Regardless of the size of the fire, Tang Xiaozi did this because of accidents."

"Thirty steps should be 30 steps. Even if you can't see the fire, you can check the burning status at a glance."

Obviously, Gao Shilian was also very skeptical about the size of the fire.

Li Jing quietly followed the two of them, looking at Tang Hao's thoughtful appearance, as if judging whether it was exactly what Tang Hao said.

Looking at the three oncoming veterans, Tang Hao raised a smile on his face.

"Don't worry, even if you are a thousand steps away, the fire is not small!"

"Even at this time, the sky can be clearly seen on the hills of our imperial village."

It is an indisputable fact that black oil is not easy to ignite, and all the three veterans present knew it clearly.

From this black oil, how many turbulent fires can the separated things have?

Changsun Wuji narrowed his mouth and looked completely unbelief.

Gao Shilian put his hands around his chest and looked at the stagnant pool with a smile.

Only Li Jing stood behind Tang Hao, staring at the oily cotton cloth dripping from the tip of the arrow, smelling the familiar smell, and thinking secretly.

This fishy smell, like a broken egg, has a very special smell, which is quite similar to the fierce fire oil in this barracks.

I just don't know how this thing compares with fierce fire oil.

In my eyes, the tarp on the arrow was ignited by the fire. The blue flame wrapped the cotton cloth, and it burned into a blue flame in an instant.

The grease dripping from the tarp carried flames, puffed and fell to the ground like broken thread beads.

Whoosh.

With the rocket flying off the string, he dashed and sank into the pond.