A full twenty barrels of sealed fire oil were Li Ze's final killer.

Zhang Zhongwu actually knows the fierce fire oil, and he also knows the huge power of this thing, and he is also refining this kind of thing, but his understanding of this thing is far less profound than Li Ze's understanding of it.

Subconsciously, Zhang Zhongwu actually trusted his elite weapons more. Although they are also doing it, the low operational efficiency of Lu Long's officials is far less efficient than that of Wuwei officials.

Those who really knew about the existence of these fierce fire oils were actually only part of Li Ze's personal defense and righteous servants, because these things were buried by their own hands.

If all the foot soldiers knew that these things were buried under the feet of their previous desperate battles, it would be difficult to say that they did not have the desire to fight so bravely. Even at this moment, all the foot soldiers who had completely retreated to the U-shaped river beach were all pale.

In fact, it is not so easy to explode, in essence, it is just a substance that can burn violently, only by sealing them and then making them burn quickly in a very short time, the huge energy contained in it will explode in an instant.

But Li Ze is well aware of this.

Half a day of desperate fighting, his soldiers suffered heavy losses, both sides fought real fire, no one could have imagined that just below the desperate battle between the two sides, the real killing move broke out at this time.

The violent explosion almost swept away the densely packed Lu dragoons on this land, and Zhang Zhongwu's Chinese army protector Zhang Xing was killed on the spot, and there were no bones left.

Clusters of hellfire were removed from the sky and burned over the land.

If this sudden explosion directly destroyed Zhang Zhongwu's most elite Chinese cavalry, the impact of the violent explosion and the thunderous sound caused even greater harm.

Because Zhang Zhongwu's cavalry blew up the battalion.

Under such a fright, or the most direct reaction is dementia, I don't know what to do, but the horse, the most direct reaction, is to run away.

Li De experienced the same thing once.

In Shijiawu, the sudden explosion of the fierce fire oil made his three thousand cavalry completely out of control, and the knights could not control the horses at all, and today's scene was staged alive in front of Li Ze.

Zhang Zhongwu's 20,000 cavalry, of which the left army Pan Feng besieged the 3,000 Shence army led by Cheng Xu in Matouzhai, and the remaining 15,000 cavalry, all gathered here, half a day's battle, their losses exceeded 2,000 cavalry, at this moment, the remaining nearly 13,000 cavalry, probably more than 1,000 cavalry were directly killed in this explosion, shocked to death, or killed, but more war horses, but more war horses, but they were screaming loudly, jumping wildly, no matter how hard the knights on their backs tried, they were crazy and scurrying around.

Even the extremely divine horse under Zhang Zhongwu's crotch, which was far away, was carrying Zhang Zhongwu at this moment, turning around and galloping away, no matter how Zhang Zhongwu scolded and tightened the reins, it was useless, even if its huge head was strangled high, it still stubbornly ran towards the way it came.

The war horse is psychic, and at this moment it suddenly encounters something fearful that it cannot understand, and its instinctive reaction is to stay away.

Li Ze stood on the embankment, stretched out his hand and snatched the flag from the rider next to him, and waved it vigorously.

"Counterattack, counterattack!"

Because of his excitement, although he was shouting hard, he didn't make any sound.

But the dance of the flag is a command.

The infantry has not yet woken up from the huge shock, but the Chengde wolf cavalry led by Min Rou, the 1,000 wolf cavalry led by Tu Lichun himself, and the 3,000 war horses led by Li Mi were blocked from the beginning. ”

With Chengde wolf riding at the head, four thousand cavalry swept out.

Four thousand cavalry, chasing several times their cavalry ranks, are ruthlessly slaughtering these Lu Long elites who are completely out of control.

Cai Xu's ears were buzzing, he couldn't hear anything, his eyes were a little straight, and he looked ahead blankly. The violent explosion just now caused him and his companions around him to fall to the ground in unison, and at this moment, although he got up, the whole person was still in a stupid state.

After a long time, he felt a little fishy sweetness in his mouth, stretched out his hand to wipe it, and then realized that he had a nosebleed unconsciously, and wiped a few handfuls in a row, but it made him completely sober.

The battlefield is in chaos.

The loss of control of tens of thousands of cavalry was extremely spectacular and terrifying, and it seemed that there were war horses jumping around everywhere, and of course, some of them blindly rushed in their direction, and they collided with the Wuwei cavalry.

At this moment, the elite and incomparable Lu Dragoons can't even control their own horses, so how can they free up their hands to fight? They were like dumplings, and they were easily cut off their horses by the Wuwei cavalry.

The two armies confronted each other, slashing and killing each other, in fact, the casualties caused were quite limited, even if they fought for a whole day, they did not necessarily kill many people, just like the previous half-day battle, Lu Long's tens of thousands of cavalry took turns to attack the Wuwei army formation, which looked huge, but the number of casualties on both sides was only more than 2,000 casualties of the Lu Dragoons, and the casualties of the Wuwei infantry who maintained a dense military formation and long-range weapon suppression were about the same number.

It's just that their base is smaller, and in the end, the focus of the attack fell on the left flank of the deputy commander of Wan Fu, which made the casualties of the 3,000 armor soldiers of Wanfu Department exceed 1,000 and lead to the collapse of the left flank.

But that's about it.

At this moment, when the Lu Dragoons blew up the battalion, the whole army lost control, lost its structure, lost its effective command system and slipped and collapsed, and was pursued and killed by the Wuwei cavalry in an organized and large-scale manner, the casualties in a short moment exceeded the casualties caused by the previous half-day battle.

And the number of casualties continues to rise.

Cai Xu reacted suddenly.

He lifted his sword, took a step forward, and roared loudly: "Kill the thief! ”

With his roar, he finally woke up the ignorant foot soldiers, and more than a thousand Mo Daoist reservists raised their Mo knives and rushed out in a hula.

As a regular soldier, the Mo swordsmen were useless in such a pursuit battle, and the heavy armor made it impossible for them to run at all.

Wanfu reacted.

Liang Han also reacted.

The Wuwei army began a full-scale counterattack.

Li Ze on the river embankment, holding the Wuwei military flag in his hand high, like a sculpture, although he had not participated in the battle for even a second from beginning to end, the clothes inside his armor had long been soaked, and his face was sweating like rain, dripping on the armor.

The legs were as if they had been filled with lead, and it was difficult to move even a single step.

At this moment, his state is far worse than those small soldiers on the battlefield.

No one knows what he has been suffering since the beginning of the battle.

There are too many uncertainties in this battle.

If the explosive oil does not explode in time, if the effect of the explosive oil does not work as expected, and if the opponent suffers heavy losses but does not bomb the camp, it is really difficult to say who will win and who will lose in this battle in the end.

God still favors him.

None of the accidents happened.

Everything is moving forward according to its expectations.

At this point, there is no doubt that he has already won a big victory.

And the follow-up effect of this great victory will quickly extend to the entire battlefield.

Zhang Zhongwu is finished.

After a long time, the guards beside Li Ze realized that he was abnormal, walked over cautiously, and took the military flag from Li Ze's hands.

I stomped my feet hard, and it took a pair of legs to become conscious.

Li Ze slowly walked down the embankment.

Under the river embankment, there are less than five hundred people who can still stand at the moment of a thousand Mo knife hands, and it is impossible for them to sit down, because once they sit down, they will not be able to stand up on their own, so those who are still alive, even if they are injured, can only use the Mo knife as a staff and force themselves to stand.

Li Ze walked slowly past them.

"We won." He yelled loudly.

"We won!" Li Han laughed, spurting blood as he laughed.

"We won!" The remnants of the five hundred Mo swordsmen laughed and roared.

"We won!" The wounded, lying on the ground, helped each other to stand up, sat up, waved their weapons and shouted loudly.

Matouzhai, Pan Feng looked at the last small camp held by the Shence army, half a day of fighting, he had annihilated most of the Shence army, and forced the last remnants into the logistics baggage camp, the Shence army led by Cheng Xu, using all the vehicles in the logistics baggage battalion to form a circle, ready to make the final resistance.

But they knew very well that such a thin formation would not be able to stop the thunderous blow of the Lu Dragoons no matter what. They had lost all their crossbowmen, and all that was left was their knives and guns.

Hundreds of people huddled together, shields and swords, looking at the enemy horsemen who were no more than a hundred paces away from them.

"We are the pro-army of the Son of Heaven, and if we die, we must die by standing!" Cheng Xu held his big plate axe, stood at the front of the line with one limp leg, and shouted loudly: "Come, sing, sing our military song." ”

Hoarse, incomplete military songs sounded above the ruins, even Pan Feng in the distance, his eyes also showed a look of appreciation, he originally thought that he could easily take down this divine army, but he never expected that this fight would be fought for half a day, but the victory was still his after all.

He raised his hand, ready to give the final order to attack.

At this moment, his arm froze in mid-air, and he slowly turned around a little jerkyly, looking in the direction of White Horse Township, from which countless cavalry were running.

How so?

At this moment, Pan Feng couldn't believe his eyes.

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