Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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And just when Chaolu was frustrated.

in the sky.

Yang Biao took out a firework, ignited it, and threw it into the air.

The fireworks exploded in mid-air, and in an instant, thousands of fireworks rose up, illuminating the entire night sky.

This... is the signal to attack.

All fly balls, blown by the wind.

They even began to land slowly.

The fly ball is getting lower and lower.

When it was sixty or seventy steps from the ground, the Tatar camp below could almost be clearly seen.

This distance is just outside the range of the bow and arrow.

For ordinary bows and arrows, the ability to throw a hundred steps is already the limit, but when shooting into the air, it can shoot thirty steps, which is not bad.

Under this absolutely safe airspace, flying balls fell from the sky one by one.

And the fireworks have been noticed by the guards on duty underground. They looked up at the sky and saw the faint stars gradually getting brighter and brighter. Finally, the black balloons hidden in the night gradually revealed their huge bodies. , coercion above their heads.

Subconsciously, they wanted to take out their bows and arrows.

More people were a little at a loss. They dared to face the Ming army that was several times their size, and even dared to charge the Ming Dynasty's wall.

But facing the balloons falling from the sky, especially in this night, they felt a sense of fear.

No matter how brave a person is, when faced with an unknown scene, he cannot help but feel fear in his heart.

However, the shot arrows couldn't reach the balloon above.

The balloon passed silently over their heads.

On the ground, a huge shadow was left.

The shadow walked slowly, and then, above the balloon, Shen Ao and Yang Biao happily took out the glass bottles.

Shen Ao was in charge of igniting the fire, and Yang Biao was holding the glass bottle filled with iron nails and liquid.

From the sealed wooden plug, a lead wire protruded.

The fire zip ignited the fuse.

The lead sparked instantly.

Yang Biao looked down happily, and threw the glass bottle down without hesitation.

The glass bottle fell straight down.

Immediately afterwards, he fell directly into a tent.

The leads have been burnt into the sealed vial.

The liquid in this bottle is all refined fire oil.

The kerosene was ignited, and a large amount of gas was produced in the bottle instantly.

But this bottle is sealed with glass.

In that instant, a ball of fire burst out directly from the glass bottle.

With a loud bang, countless pieces of glass shattered into pieces and flew around.

A Tatar who was watching the night looked at the flames, but before he could react, the flying iron nails and glass shards tore his face apart. He covered his face and howled: "Eyes, my eyes! .”

And the flames and kerosene splashed out were like tarsal maggots, splashed everywhere, and the burning kerosene stained the tent, and the tent immediately burned blazingly, sticking to the hay, which was used to feed the horses The haystacks immediately burst into flames, soaring into the sky. It splashed on the man's body, and the man subconsciously wanted to fight, but the fire oil was not easy to extinguish, and it was still burning, and the animal skin coat on his body also started to emit thick smoke.

The fire began to engulf people, and the burned people, like crazy, let out the sad sound of night owls, ran all the way, or crashed into a certain tent aimlessly, or rushed to the fence, and finally, when All he had left was a skeleton, which eventually turned into a mass of ashes.

Several tents were set on fire, and the people inside escaped like crazy, but some people were directly buried in the sea of ​​flames.

The thick smoke from the fire is suffocating. This is also the reason why those sleeping in the tent can't escape at all. The thick smoke is generated instantly, and the sleeping people have no time to react, and they become drowsy. In the end, they lost perception.

all of a sudden……

The entire Tatar battalion began to explode.

Countless people woke up from their dreams, their faces turned blue from the frightening screams and explosions.

They rushed out from the tent in a daze, and then glass bottles fell from the sky one after another.

They watched the huge flying balls slowly move forward along the canyon. In front of them, in the darkness, as soon as they came out, they began to explode. Tents began to burn, and burning men screamed for life. .

Many people were even unable to escape.

The slow balloon, covering the clouds and the sun, cast black shadows one after another in the sky.

Some people knelt down and shouted about Genghis Khan, God, or anyone they thought could be saved.

But all this is in vain.

In the stables, the war horses were frightened, and the war horses started to rush out of the fence like crazy, and then galloped wildly.

These uncontrolled horses used to be the murderous weapons of the Tatars, but now they have become the source of even more turmoil. The horses galloped wildly and rushed into tents. It hits the person who fell to the ground, and their horseshoes step on it, crushing their bones directly.

But the people on the flying ball became extremely calm after being nervous and excited.

After the excitement, there was such a shiver, and the rest was indescribable loneliness.

other machine

Mechanically throwing glass bottles downward, one after another, I didn't even bother to aim, because the bottom is the densest part of the camp, just throw it casually.

But the camp below has fallen into hell on earth.

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Yanda Khan has been awakened from the dream.

It's a nightmare.

He heard screams from all around, and he looked at his big tent in a daze, and his guards were not here.

What happened.

He could smell the flames burning the leather blankets and giving off a pungent, sickening smell.

Not only that, there are screams, the screams of countless people, and horses, horses neighing.

The wailing sound, the wailing sound that hurt to the marrow, made Yanda Khan break out in a cold sweat.

He has not slept well for many days since his son died.

Finally arrived in Datong, and in the city of Datong, the meticulous work arranged by him has successfully destroyed the city defense of Datong, this nominally reckless revenge battle, but under his arrangement, it has become a battle against the enemy. Daming's fatal blow.

Tomorrow, as long as tomorrow dawns, he can launch a fierce attack on Datong, which is the weakest at this time. He firmly believes that he can take Datong in one fell swoop, and if he wins this long-coveted Datong, then... the ancestors were once killed. The shame of the southerners being expelled from the pass, as well as the shame of the southerners' Taizu and Emperor Wen going deep into the desert and sweeping the Northern Yuan, can all be shamed.

After entering the pass, there are all cattle and sheep, but the cattle and sheep outside the pass have four legs, while the cattle and sheep inside the pass have only two legs.

Now……

All of this... was ruined by this terrible sound and pungent smell.

He put on his leather coat, took his golden knife, and hurried out of the big tent, but... His pupils were shrinking, and he saw the flying balls in the sky, the monster that killed his son, now, They appeared again, and more came. Where the flying ball passed, there were countless explosions and flames. He saw with his own eyes that several people were struggling in the flames. Their bodies were already burning. In the fire, his limbs were twisted, doing all kinds of strange movements.

There are also war horses, his horses, the horses are running wildly, and they don't recognize their owners for a long time. They knocked over a person without hesitation, and fled in all directions.

Countless Tatars who escaped from the sea of ​​fire ran madly towards places that had not yet caught fire.

The most frightening thing is that this is a canyon, there are only two roads, front and back, and it is impossible to escape in all directions. This narrow and long canyon facilitates the spread of the sea of ​​fire.

The balloon is still moving forward slowly, like a monster that devours everything, it is quiet, drifting slowly, neither fast nor slow, but it is like a mountain, coming towards Yanda Khan.

The guards finally found Yanda Khan. They pulled Yanda Khan and shouted: "Khan, go!"

"Go..." Yan Dahan felt as if a knife had been stabbed in his heart, and he couldn't breathe due to the pain.

He roared: "Where are the bows and arrows, where are the bows and arrows?"

Bows and arrows are useless.

This is an asymmetrical war, and its advantage is comparable to that of the Tatar iron cavalry facing Ming's infantry in the wilderness, no, it is even much greater than this advantage.

No one dared to shoot wildly at the sky with bows and arrows anymore.

Because it doesn't make any sense.

The Tatars, who were awakened by the screams, completely collapsed.

They frantically fled towards the place where there was no fire. There were more and more people. They had no horses, so they had to rely on two legs. They were blocked in the canyon, pushing each other, trampling each other, at this time... …People's fear has been continuously magnified, and their courage is gone.

Yanda Khan was dragged by the guards and headed towards the other direction of the canyon.

And that thirteen-year-old child, the man named Chao Lu, witnessed the stars in the sky, and finally turned into huge balloons, and the balloons were just above him.

He had forgotten that he was a man determined to chop off the heads of countless southerners. He held his head up, with an immature face and unparalleled fear.

At this point, no one paid any attention to him.

That day, a bottle fell.

Boom... The fireball spewed out from the shattered glass bottle, and the red-hot iron nails and glass puffed into Chao Lu's body like locusts.

A nail pierced hard into his eye socket.

He fell down, his body convulsed in the firelight all around, and the pain in his tarsal bones made him howl terribly.

But no one paid any attention to him. Behind every man, there are always countless bones, more people can't become a man.

In the end, he fell in a pool of blood, and when he was dying, a galloping horse stepped on his femur, which shattered.

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