Both sides of the match were watching the scouts gathering horses unscrupulously, and then two cold eyes met in the air.

Fang Xing narrowed his eyes slightly, and the Tang sword in his hand suddenly pointed at the Qianhuguan of the other party and shouted: "Damn it! The Qianhuguan of the Ming Dynasty's Ming Dynasty's treasure mountain is here! You dare to come again!"

Regardless of whether the other party could understand or not, Fang Xing's soldiers were so excited by the call.

Wang He woke up from his shock at this time. He looked at the corpses of the enemy, but there was no casualties on his side. He couldn't help but raise his head and laugh, then he fucked his sharp voice and shouted:

"Damn it! The place where the Ming Dynasty gathers treasure mountain is here! You dare to come again!"

All the soldiers, including Meng Jiao's troops who were forgotten by Fang Xing, shouted in unison: "Damn it! The place where the Thousand Houses of the Ming Dynasty gathered in Baoshan is here, how dare you come again!"

After shouting, Meng Jiao wiped off the sweat from his forehead and whispered to his subordinates: "I thought the front was about to be washed away, but I didn't expect it! Mr. Fang is really a celestial being!"

His deputy Qianhu also shook his head and said, "It's so scary! If our army was in front, it would have been dispersed!"

The three men peeking next to them all looked at Xinghe Castle illuminated by the fire.

Aslan said in disbelief: "Why are these Ming people so powerful? Or is it that the Oirats have become so weak that even the Ming people cannot defeat them!"

His companion said worriedly: "Aslan, are we going to leave? If we don't leave, I'm afraid that Mingren will search the surroundings after victory. We won't be able to leave!"

Aslan hesitated: "I think the Oirats underestimate the enemy too much, so they still have a chance to turn the tables."

Obviously, the Oirats thought so, so hundreds of cavalry ran together.

People who have never seen such a scene must think that hundreds of cavalry are just like this, but when you face this power, you can be considered a good soldier without being weak.

Wang He's legs became weak, but he couldn't tell when he sat on the horse's back.

But in the end, this guy couldn't help asking: "Mr. Fang...Mr., I..."

Ke Fang Xing answered him only the Tang sword raised again.

The blade flew through Fang Xing's eyebrows, and the reflected light shone the eyes very cold.

"First row...scatter!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

The enemy woke up when he was still 100 meters and ordered a volley. This order made Wang He feel a little impatient.

This time, the volley was not very harmful due to the distance, which made the Oirats very excited and shouted, and the Spurs were desperately hitting the horse's belly.

The second row was already in place, and Fang Xing also put the whistle in his mouth.

“Beep…”

A long and sharp whistle sounded, and the soldiers in the first row never waited for the second or third sounds.

At this time, Zhu Fang's shouts came from behind.

"Take the trencher, put it!"

"Crash!"

The hook was knocked open, and the force arm suddenly bounced upwards, causing the clay pot to fly up.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The soldiers of Fang Xing's troops all heard the sound of breaking through the air above their heads, but no one dared to look up, just thinking about what secret weapon this was.

When the clay pots broke through the smoke of gunpowder, the Oirats were immediately staring at these dark things in shock.

What's this?

Did the Ming army throw stones?

"accelerate!"

Dozens of black dots cannot have much impact at all, so the officials of the households who led the team to attack shouted.

It is already amazing that these things can cause up to ten casualties!

Ten people can't affect the overall situation at all!

The Thousand House Officials of the Oirat sneered and said, "Are Mingren stupid? He actually wanted to repel our army by relying on stones! This is seeking death!"

The clay pot that was flying in the air was finally about to fall down, and the carefully prepared leads had already burned inside.

"Everyone bows his head!"

Fang Xing bent over and shouted, holding the big white horse's neck at the same time, comforting it that was about to be frightened.

The clay pot had not yet landed, but the Ming army opposite had lowered its head, which made the officials of the Oirat households very happy.

Are these Ming people looking for death? Or are they suppressed by gods!

This thought just changed, and then a sudden change happened...

After many calculations, the leads finally burned to the charge when the clay pot reaches the enemy's head or go down a little...

"Boom boom boom!"

Amid the deafening explosion, the flames flashed densely, and fireworks immediately covered more than 100 meters in front of the Ming army.

"ah……"

In the fireworks, the air waves swept through the dense formations of the Oirats.

Countless scrap iron and countless pieces of broken porcelain were flying at high speed in the air, and all the people who were hit were screaming and falling to the ground.

"laugh!"

A piece of porcelain slashed across the Ola Bing's neck, and the blood immediately gushed out. He wanted to cover the wound with his hands, but the wound was so deep and neat that his pupils began to dissipate as soon as his hands reached there.

"hiss……"

The three people watching the game in the distance were shocked by the explosion and the fire. After the smoke gradually dissipated, they saw that almost no one intact was in the center of the explosion, and the three were stunned.

"What's this? What the hell is this!"

"Aslan, if the Ming people used such weapons when fighting us, would we still have a chance to win?"

Aslan still had horror on his face, and he shook his head and said, "No!"

The two men hung their heads in depression.

"But I dare to conclude that there are not many weapons like Mingren!"

Aslan said with a bright look: "And the Ming people are not good at fighting. As long as our army scatters and does not gather together to approach the other party, then... their weapons are useless."

This is a bit far-fetched, because if you only dare to fight, then Daming can guard the side wall. One day, you will come out to beat you up and drive you around like a mouse.

"Yes!" Aslan clenched his fist and said, "We just need to wander around the Ming people, staring at them like wolves on the grassland. As long as they relax, it is a good time for us to attack!"

The equipment to throw these things is definitely not light and it is inconvenient to move, and the Ming army cannot keep the standby state of this weapon at any time.

Aslan smiled and felt that his thoughts were absolutely correct!

After seeing the tragic situation under his command, Nawala Qianhu was already stunned, but he was instinctively controlling the thunder of the horse under his crotch.

"What is this? What is this?"

Qianhu muttered to himself, and beside him, the personal soldiers who were shocked by the explosion were trying hard to control their horses and had no time to consider the future.

"What's the sound?"

Zhang Yu in the fort swore that this was the first time he had heard such a shocking sound.

"Fang Xing took action! They must have taken action!"

Yu Sanhuo shouted excitedly: "There is a musket in front of you. After a few rounds, you can retreat to the back, and then... that's..."

No one knew what weapon Fang Xing used, but everyone was so excited about the power.

Are we going to be saved?

Zhao Xinbang looked around and roared: "What are we waiting for? Ah? You're all crazy for me!"
Chapter completed!