When I wanted to come back to transport it again, it was no longer possible. The Oirats had already occupied the place.

Balang Daily Class led everyone to the remaining fermented lees. These lees with sour taste were actually used to feed livestock, sheep, and cows before the war. To be honest, they even felt a little addicted. Therefore, the business of the winery has always been very good. Not only can you sell wine, but some people are rushing to ask for lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees with lees. But now these lees are piled up here directly. People cannot eat these things, and the Oirats cannot eat them, otherwise they will run around and be too excited. So these lees that could have been sold for money are piled up here in vain, waiting for them to become more sour.

But these piled lees covered a secret door that was going down again. Balang Ricai picked up a shovel, pushed the lees on the ground hard, and then climbed on the ground to grop. Suddenly, a stone on the ground was moved away by him, revealing a black hole inside. Balang Ricai reached in and pulled hard. With the sound of Clara, a secret door behind the wall turned out.

Balang, who stood up, gave a chest support ceremony:

"Please! My dearest friends, please accept the most sincere friendship of us, Hull."

As he said that, Balang Daily pushed open the secret door.

The small wine cellar exposed is much smaller than the ones outside, and can only allow four people to enter. There are all brackets on the wall, and bottles of wine filled with glass bottles are placed.

You can tell that it is a precious collection at this glance. You should know that wine bottles made of glass are also a symbol of honor even in the Ming Dynasty Palace. The dust accumulated on these bottles directly illustrates the age of these wines. I am afraid that the youngest ones will have decades of storage.

Seeing such precious wine, these brothers were a little hesitant. After all, these things don’t look like items. As long as they are drunk, they will disappear. If you use such wine as an antidote, the brothers who were poisoned will of course want it, but those who are not poisoned seem to be a bit... This feeling is a bit like using shark fin as a fan.

Balang Daily did not have so many concerns. He took down a bottle, pulled out the plug in one go, and Dongdong made a couple of bites, and then handed the bottle to Zhao Jinlong beside him. Zhao Jinlong took it, but looked embarrassed:

"Barang, is there any wine that is not so expensive here? It's not a matter of price. I just think it's a bit of a waste to use such wine as an antidote."

"Scrap? Why, aren't it all us desperate brothers who drink it? Your brothers from the Ming Dynasty came to us and fight with us. Aren't you our brothers? If my uncle knew about it, I brought such a brother but didn't take out the best wine. He would hit me with a stick. Really, such a thick stick was beaten until it was broken. On such a battlefield, we used to fight side by side, and we are brothers. I am willing to use my body to block the arrows for my brothers at any time, and these are just some wine."

As he said that, he handed over the bottle of wine again.

These words made Zhao Jinlong feel the attitude of the Hulls towards their friends from their hearts. They were all manly. They didn't say anything. They took this bottle and drank it deeply, and then handed it to the next brother. Eight people, each of them, drank a deep drink, and gave this bottle of wine bye bye.

Then I opened the leather bag I carried with me and started to put bottles of wine in. These top-quality aged wines are hard to see on the market. Under the fire, the bottles of wine have already turned amber, sticky like honey. The moment I poured out of the bottle, it was silky and flowed down. For a moment, the wine fragrance was everywhere in this small wine cellar, making people's index fingers swell.

After a while, dozens of bottles of wine were put into the six large bags brought by Situ and the others. Balang Daily picked a few more bottles and put them on himself, meaning that when he returned to the inner city, he would drink with his brothers. Then, everyone put all the glass bottles back in place. Balang Daily again sealed the door of the wine cellar, and the team began to return to save the brothers who were stumbling over the rope.

On the way back, the Oirat soldiers were much easier to walk along the way because there were no stops. A group of eight people carried dozens of kilograms of wine, especially the five brothers from the Lix class who came, which was as easy as not to take anything.

When we walked back, Balang Daily did not take everyone over the wall, but walked a small path. Although the path was rugged and uneven, it was extremely secret. Naturally, no one set a trap for them here. The eight people returned to their position smoothly.

The whole team was still defending in a defensive formation. When he heard someone coming from afar, he immediately aimed the crossbow arrow at the direction of the visitor:

"Lansha!"

"Muzhu! It's us, be careful not to shoot arrows!"

Although he is a brother from his headquarters, Zhao Jinlong still gave a habitual reminder.

You should know that on the battlefield, the one that is as dangerous as the enemy is your sentinel. You will never know whether this crossbow arrow is in the hands of a veteran or the new recruit with rich imagination. Zhao Jinlong has experienced it. An idiot sentinel, first shoot the arrow and then ask for the command.

With years of experience in the battlefield, he has become accustomed to giving instructions to prevent unnecessary accidental injuries.

Naturally, this kind of accident would not occur in the Imperial Guards. A few people sophisticatedly divided the formation and welcomed the eight-person team in. The crossbowmen did not relax their vigilance for a moment, and everyone was alert to their respective directions.

Seeing that the commander came back safely, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Zhao Jinlong quickly greeted Situ:

"Brother, how much wine should each of us poisoned people use?"

Situ looked at it, "Brother, no one can do it in just one or two, so there is no need to be too many, otherwise it will be very uncomfortable if people wake up."

After confirming the dose, the rest was to drink wine. Everyone had no cups on hand, but these things were not difficult for these guards. Soon, a mature wrist guard was transformed into a cup. The big man who came back with the team put down the leather bag on his body and opened the seal. Immediately, a mellow smell of wine floated out.

The royal guards are naturally all who know the goods. The outer guards are responsible for defense and dare not neglect to relax, but the inner guards are responsible for treatment, but they can't help but shout.
Chapter completed!