Fly!

When Chaohar was a child, he often dreamed that he had become a flying man, and once he asked his uncle how Nurhachi could fly, just like Hai Dongqing flying in the sky.

"People have wings to fly, and if Enoch wants to fly, he has to have wings." Uncle Nurhachi said with a smile.

"How can I have wings?"

"Huh?"

Stumped by this question, Nurhachi touched his nephew's head and gave a reasonable suggestion: "Eat more wings and you'll have it." ”

After that, Chaohar became fond of eating wings, whether it was chicken wings or goose wings, as long as it was wings, he loved to eat them, but after eating them for a few years, he still didn't grow wings. When he grew up, he realized that it was just his uncle who teased him.

But now, he has wings?

It's amazing to be in mid-air, even if it's just for a moment.

Chaohar saw his cousin's banner in the distance, saw many people under his feet, and then he suddenly fell weightless.

Suddenly, there was a trace of trance, or instinctive action, and Chaohar stretched out his arms and swung up and down. He didn't want to just fall like that.

With a "plop", he still slammed to the ground.

The butt fell to the ground first.

It hurts, it hurts, it's like an orange in the butt that has been pulled away and turned into petals.

"Uh..."

Chaohar tried to cry out in pain, but the voice could not come out of his voice.

In sight, one after another Jurchen sons flew into the air and fell heavily.

There are very few lucky people like him who hit the ground first, and most of them are smashed down by the body, or on the human body, or on the horse, or straight towards the vertical spear.

Some unlucky guys were so miserable that their heads hit the ground first, and their necks were broken with a "creak", and they could only continue to twitch there, letting their lives pass little by little.

Chaohar saw that the red-armored tooth-swinging Shideba Ikr he knew fell in front of him on his left, and the good man who had taken him to catch Hai Dongqing with him seemed to be stripped of his muscles and bones at this moment, one foot hanging on the back of his dead war horse, and the other foot standing straight behind his back.

On closer inspection, the lower half of Iker's body was already buried in the mud, and his legs were placed in an impossible position.

It's just that Ikr doesn't seem to be dead, his eyes are still moving, and he is looking straight at Chaohar.

The expression on his face was very strange, not like pain, nor like nostalgia before people died, but confused.

And the face of Chaohar is the same.

yes, what the hell is going on?!

Victory was beckoning to them, so why did it suddenly become like this?

........

Explosions did not occur in one place, but in many places at the same time.

At the beginning, six loud noises came out at the same time, accompanied by the sound of earth flying out of the air and countless golden soldiers' bodies.

Some of the golden soldiers who were close to the explosion point were directly shattered by the huge shock wave, and the severed limbs and flesh fell like hailstones, staining everything around them red.

Dokana was lucky not to be taken to the skies by the first blast or blown to pulp, but the mount went crazy with a loud bang and threw him to the ground.

Rising from the ground, Dokana held a knife in one hand and a horsewhip in the other, staring blankly at the chaotic soldiers around him.

Explosions followed, one after another, and there were about twenty or so sounds.

Every loud bang made the golden soldiers near the explosion point enjoy a mid-air swim, and most of the golden soldiers who were lucky not to go to the sky and were not killed on the spot were deaf.

The dust and smoke from the explosion made it difficult for these golden soldiers to see, and they didn't know what was happening, only that the surroundings had become Shura Hell, because the smell of blood in the air was too strong.

The second Jiala's Jiala's Zhenyin Dahuqi was not as lucky as Duokana, he was too close to a breaking point. Perhaps because he was wearing iron armor, he was not blown to pieces on the spot.

But he could no longer move.

His legs were buried in the black mud that had been splashed, revealing only half of his body. His face had lost its life.

Lord Ezhen, who has been fighting with the Khan King since he was 14 years old, has been blown apart.

"Help me, help me!"

Everywhere there was the wailing of the golden soldiers, and everywhere there were the sounds of the golden soldiers for help.

A few of the explosions have now turned into large pits, one or two feet deep.

In the pit, the corpses of the Jin soldiers who were killed by the explosion were covered with the corpses of the Jin soldiers who were not killed, and the Jin soldiers who were not dead climbed desperately in a pool of blood. They trampled on the carcasses of men and horses under their feet like crazy, turning their hands into claws and clawing at the dirt on the slope, and climbed up little by little.

Some climbed up, others never got up again.

Ownerless war horses were everywhere on the battlefield, and many war horses dragged their killed masters on a rampage, pushing the golden soldiers who had just recovered from their frightening spirits into the abyss again.

..........

Chaohar and Iker were still looking at each other, and they could only look at each other like this, because their bodies couldn't move.

Chaohar could already feel that his breathing was getting harder and harder, and the pain in his lower body was gradually becoming numb, and the instinct for survival told him that he had to move, and he had to crawl back, otherwise he would die here, and he would never see Ama and Eniang who hurt him again, and he would never see his uncle who liked to tease him.

However, even with all his strength he tried to move his buttocks, his buttocks seemed to be pinned with iron nails and could not move.

"Ahh Cornelian... E-niang... That gram out..."

Chaohar was still young after all, he was only seventeen years old, he was scared, he cried.

Tears flowed down his eyes, flowing and turning red blood.

He is unwilling, he is really unwilling, not long ago, he was looking forward to capturing the dog thief in Liaoyang who his uncle hated the most, but now, he is going to die.

Ming people, you can't mess with...

A heavy coffin board that fell from the sky smashed heavily on Chaohar's head, smashing his head to shreds and turning it into the shape of tofu brain, which is the favorite food of the Han people.

Cherg didn't know that his brother was dead.

Abai didn't know that his favorite "Little Thirteen" had turned into a pool of flesh.

They just looked in horror at the black smoke in front of the Ming army's position, the dead bodies everywhere and the flags that fell on the corpses and told them - it's over!

Du Anchao swallowed his throat, he couldn't bear to witness the tragic situation of those Jurchen sons who died in battle, but he was a little gloating in his heart.

He had already persuaded the third elder brother, the Ming people were not easy to provoke, but the third elder brother didn't listen, now it's okay, the loss of the white flag is too big, too big...

Except for the wails of the wounded and the neighing of war horses, the sky over the battlefield suddenly fell silent.

However, this silence was soon shattered.

Another series of explosions rang out, this time not as loud and powerful as before.

However, it stinks very much.

Before the dead Jin soldiers could recover from the bloody scene around them, they were splashed with dung juice falling from the sky.

The foul-smelling fecal water quickly seeped through their broken armor and into their wounds, disgusting and terrifying.