For Sain Khanbadu, the roads dug out of these red cliffs are difficult to walk in the mountains where the Muziyi Sect is located. They are narrow and hard. God knows how those guys install those mines on them. He just knows that every day when walking, there will always be a group of wounded soldiers in front of them that either hurt their heads or their legs.

"How did those guys do it?"

He looked at the road dug on the solid stone wall nearby in confusion, and imagined in his mind that when he was digging this road, he didn't know how much labor was spent. In fact, he also understood that emperors never had to worry about artificial problems, otherwise how could Egypt build a pyramid?

The winding cart is only four horses together. If it is a big cart, when you need to get a wrong cart, you often have to wait in a special depression on the stone wall. At about the beginning, because of the desert problem, narrow wheels are not easy to walk on. Therefore, there are not many outdoor cars in the Arab Empire. They often choose camels. Compared with the big cart, although the load is less, they can go anywhere on the rugged road.

At this moment, because of the wide car wheels designed by Martin, there were large cars passing through, but such roads were really hard to accept. The changes in the Arab Empire in recent years are that roads are being built everywhere and often saw huge commercial value and benefits. The merchants, nobles and monarchs, especially the "roads" designed by Martin are not only loaded, but also acted much faster. This is in line with the requirements of business for market development. However, the Arab king's head is still not very good. At least it is not like the toll stations all over the ground. It is so easy to let go of such a good way to make a fortune. No wonder the Arabs were defeated by Israel in the future.

"boom……"

Suddenly, a big fireball exploded among the cavalry in front of him, even Sainhanba, who was riding on the horse, could be seen. The people near the road were pushed down the steep slope by the violent explosion. The people still screamed with the horses. Soon, they saw the wounded soldiers coming down from the brigade, mainly injured their legs and feet, sleeping in the stretcher on the saddle side of the rescuers' saddle, making painful hums, while their legs and feet covered outside were still dripping blood.

"Get out of the way, let me see how those thorny bastards placed the fire thunder"

The annoyed Sain Khanba shouted loudly, and led his subordinates to fly forward along the roadside as he arrived at the explosion site in front. There was already a mess of single soldiers running from behind, which were blocked by Sain Khanbababa and his subordinates. The wounded screamed loudly and there were not many dead bodies in the place where they fell, and there were only a few. The whole space was filled with blood and undispersed smoke.

A pit was blown up underground, and the debris of the bomb could be seen at the bottom of the pit, but Sainhan could not understand no matter what, where did the fire thunder come from? Could it be that it was a question that came from the sky and found out that the fire thunder really came from the sky.

"Where did the fire thunder come from? How could it explode here?"

"Return...Oh...Return with sweat, but the fire thunder fell from the sky."

The injured injured were screaming because they were cut by porcelain pieces and shrapnel, and blood was still pouring out from the bandage. In this matter, the Mongolian army wanted to thank the Chinese. Just like the Chinese army, each of them had a first aid kit for hemostasis and hemostasis powder, which contained sulfur powder, which could disinfect the wound. This thing, like a stretcher, was created by Huaxia Island. Although there were not many kinds of things with some kindness and righteousness, it was very practical.

Sain Khanba raised his head and looked at the cliff that was like a knife and axe chopping. From here, he couldn't see the top. Suddenly, Sain Khanba felt that this battle of wood thorns would be more difficult than any battle. If you want to control this cliff, you need to organize soldiers to try to go up the mountain. In that case, how many hills will be on the long road? Are these tens of thousands of soldiers enough?

Thinking of this, he became more and more angry with Huaxia Island. If it weren't for them, they turned the "useless" firearm of the Song people into a powerful weapon for killing people. If it weren't for them, the stones that were thrown off the cliff were just now. One fell down and injured it, killing many of his soldiers.

Sainhanbad came to the roadside and looked down the steep slope on one side. The corpses of the cavalry and war horses were lying there but there were still those who had never died. His arms were shaking him upwards and then turning his head. At this time, the wounded soldiers and corpses sitting or lying on the ground made him grit his teeth and gritting his teeth.

"This bastard's titsman, those bastard's Chinese..."

Smelling the rich blood and the smell of gunpowder that gradually faded under the mountain wind, he felt anger in his heart and suddenly became unable to bear it anymore. His personal soldiers were still talking about the corpses and wounded under the cliff. The anger in his heart could no longer be endured. His fingers were trembling, as if the explosion arranged by the guys in front of him were arranged by the guys in front of him.

"You guys, you guys, rescue the people below me, and the corpses of the humans and horses were buried."

Sain Khan Badu's anger made his men move quickly. The long rope was hanging down and began to complete the work he arranged. Sain Khan Badu was not afraid of his subordinates' bodies being exposed in the wilderness, but that they were there, which really affected the morale of the army. Although there were only a dozen casualties, this had already made the soldiers feel a faint and timid feeling when they moved forward.

But this road is not peaceful, no matter what, it is not peaceful, and there are lifeless wooden assassins. They rush into the team with bombs on their backs to detonate, especially this kind of self-killing attack, which makes the soldiers feel scared that often when such guys rush into the barracks with a knife, they can scare a group of soldiers and turn their heads and run away even if a few bravely pounce on them, and finally they are blown to pieces without exception.

This led to the entire Mongolian army's concern for self-killing attacks. If those heroes died together, it would be fine. Just look at the assassins who were straight in their eyes and only knew that they were ridiculous with swords. The Mongolian soldiers only felt that they would die with such people. It was really unfair.

Maybe the only thing that deals with them is bows and arrows, but do you always hold a bow and arrow when marching? If that is the case, the Muziyi people still have a way to deal with them.
Chapter completed!