The afternoon sun shone on a hill fifty miles outside the Great Wall. The Mongolian warriors who had been patrolling here for half an hour were already tired and hungry. He lay on the ground with a horn in his arms, watching the horse eating the grass that had just emerged, full of resentment.

On the other side of the hills, countless yurts can be seen from afar, as if they are extending beyond the horizon.

Although he was also burying a pot to make rice while setting up a tent, the tribe warrior was so hungry that he couldn't help but see the horse eating grass, and he felt envy and jealousy.

"I have clearly reported the news that the Mongolejin tribe fled into the pass, but I still have to order to run for another two hours. As a result, I can only see people eating delicious food on it and can't do anything." Thinking about today's experience, he felt that a pig was smarter than Dayan Khan.

Thinking about the fact that there are livestock at home that have just passed the severe winter to take care of, but I have to work hard here. Moreover, the attack on the Mongolejin tribe has become a war with the Ming Dynasty, and I don’t know if I can go back alive...

The more he thought about this, the more he felt extremely hungry in his stomach. He simply curled up and hid his stomach, hoping to relieve some of the pain.

Even though he should have been monitoring the movements of the Great Wall opposite. But hunger and resentment made him just want to look at the camp, hoping to wait early to go back for dinner.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a trembling sound from the ground, but he could not hear the rumbling sound of horse hooves in his ears. In a puzzled manner, he forced himself to climb up the hills, and the scene behind him suddenly scattered!

Countless war horses with hooves wrapped in linen came over, and the soldiers on the horses were biting a chopstick in their mouths, with grass splattering and murderous intent.

He was stunned for a moment before he remembered that this was "horse wrapped in hooves and people held a squad", which was to avoid making noise during a sneak attack...

A sneak attack?

He was shocked and picked up the horn before he was about to blow it. A row of arrows flew over with a sharp sound of breaking through the air. Sharp clusters of arrows passed through him, and bright red blood sprayed in the air.

After the sentinel was dealt with, the three thousand cavalry continued to move forward. After passing the hills, the tribal coalition forces opposite could actually see them.

At this time, He Jin, who was in the lead, also spit out the chopsticks, swung his mace and shouted loudly: "My sons, follow me! Remember, don't be in love with the battle, just follow me to break through the enemy camp!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

With these shouts, cavalry emerged on the other side of the grassland. This time he and the Fire Screen divided into two groups of sneak attacks, which could cause the suddenly frightened tribal coalition forces to fall into chaos faster.

A distance of about twenty miles, under the full speed of the war horse, only one stick of incense.

The tents of the Tribe Allied Forces have not been set up yet, and the meat in the pot has not been cooked. The hungry and tired warriors complained and had no time to dig trenches and build fortifications...

Someone subconsciously shouted: "Someone is robbing the camp!"

But this shout killed their lives. He Jin rushed towards the man first, smashed a mace down, blood splattered everywhere, and a howl immediately sounded.

Suddenly, the entire camp became chaotic.

Some people continued to scream, some ran to report the news, some were preparing to get on the horse, and some wanted to hide... The war horses were neighing, the cattle and sheep were screaming, and there was a scene of chaos like ant porridge.

The soldiers led by He Jin were not impatient. In addition to the elite soldiers from the recruit camp, these people also had veterans from the border trained by Xu Guangzuo.

They all bent down, their eyes shining with a calm light, which was only the warriors who had been killed for a long time, and they dared to face the light of death.

They knew that the panicked enemy could not quickly organize a counterattack. And in this short period of time, it would be enough to make them more merits and not to lose their lives.

They methodically pulled out iron shells from the skin of the horse's belly. There were about three inches of leads on the shell. After lit them with incense, the soldiers shouted softly and threw them out.

Boom boom boom boom!

The sound of explosions of the earth shaking mountains continued to sound, and the Mongolian soldiers in the camp felt that the earth under their feet was shaking slightly.

Looking in shock, all the companions, two feet apart, fell to the ground and covered their heads with their hands, screaming in terrifyingly. Blood and even white brains flowed down from the top of their heads, and the scene was very bloody and tragic.

The tribal coalition forces were stunned for a moment, and everyone's eyes couldn't help but feel extremely fear. They knew that this was probably gunpowder, but they had seen artillery guns, but they had never seen the Ming army use it like this!

After throwing the terrible iron shell out, it immediately exploded and exploded the outermost layer of iron, turning into a deadly hidden weapon, tearing the person into pieces. What is even more infuriating is that the sinister Han people seemed to think that the iron shell was not enough, and there were iron nails and broken glass inside...

They had never seen this kind of tactic. Countless companions didn't even know how to hide, and died tragically aside. This... this is not a camp attack at all, it is simply a rogue massacre!

What's even more terrifying is that these iron shells exploded and caused a fire.

The tents and some supplies were flammable, and the camp also had a lot of wood for burning fire, so the entire camp suddenly fell into a sea of ​​fire...

The two cavalry led by He Jin and Huosie quickly became two groups of people who could not provoke poisonous streams or locusts. Wherever they rushed, they would die.

The enemy troops who were preparing to fight were immediately torn to pieces by explosions one after another after another, and then they were left with broken bodies and burning flames.

The Mongolian soldiers who were lucky enough to be unaffected could only stare at them blankly and continue to harm the camp deeper, and could not have the courage to chase and fight.

Then, a Mongolian soldier looked at the robe rolling and wailing on the ground, threw away the weapons in his hand with a clang, knelt down and cried bitterly, and burst into repentance.

In the wild and backward grassland, the strange beliefs of gods are still very marketable.

Especially before Da Yanhan scolded, Huo Silk was the abandoned child of Changshengtian. But now they feel that they are probably the one who angered Changshengtian.

With the first one, then there was a second one and the third one. After the iron shell exploded, the morale of the tribal Allied forces instantly dropped to freezing point.

Because of ignorance, he is afraid.

They suddenly realized that they seemed to be fighting against Changshengtian... This is not a battle, it is clearly a death.

Boom boom boom boom!

The explosions of landslides and cracks continued one after another. Da Yan's distant khan gave orders in a frustration, but the messy camp did not respond at all. He could only watch the iron flow of two cavalrymen scattering the camp like plowing the courtyard and sweeping the caves, arrogant and cool.

Finally, two iron streams that came from one after another met. He Jin, who was swinging the mace, couldn't help but smile and said, "How about it, is it more satisfying than setting off firecrackers during the New Year?"

"Well... It's a pity that when I was in Guyuan last time, I didn't think of such a tactic. Otherwise, uh... nothing, just pretend you didn't hear it?"

The original face of the fire sieve was so black that it was as dark as the bottom of the pot: this son-in-law is good everywhere, but he just can't speak! If it weren't for being on the battlefield, he would really want to tie him up and drag him for twenty miles.

"Okay, the gunpowder ammunition is almost thrown, it's time for us to go back." Looking around the battlefield, the enemy who was rolling and moaning, the fire sieve checked the ammunition in the skin and said to He Jin.

"Well, go back in another direction and run towards their horse sheds and cattle and sheep pens."

After all, a military camp with 300,000 people could probably be exhausted from beginning to end. Moreover, the ammunition was not limitless. Once the Mongolian soldiers from other camps came to support, the six thousand people might have just enough to get stuck in the gaps.

However, Huo Siong's face turned dark again: "Boy, you are so vicious and shameless..."

Running to the horse shed and cattle and sheep pen is of course to throw gunpowder and bullets to create greater chaos. Moreover, horses, cattle and sheep are frightened and dispersed, and the tribal army has not only lost strategic supplies, but also no food source.

Such sinister thoughts... Huo Silk felt very disdainful and disgusted. But the next moment, he rushed over and said, "Just do what you said!"

So, next...

Boom boom boom boom!

Horses neighed and cows roared, and flocks of sheep flew around.

The entire invading tribal camp is really more lively than the New Year. However, the Han people celebrate the New Year with joy, and there is only the wailing of death here...
Chapter completed!