"It's been five days, why hasn't Fuyuan City entered at all?" In the tent of the Hu people, the angry questioning voice of the third prince Adullah was heard.

Including the 10,000-strong man Baalika, all the Hu generals were embarrassed and did not dare to speak.

Seeing his subordinates like this, the third prince Adullah became even more angry and shouted angrily: "Are you all dumb? Why don't you speak? ”

Standing at the front of the team, the eldest patriarch of the Huyuan clan, Batu, could only bite the bullet and say: "Third Highness, it's not that we are cowardly, it's really the ghost thunder of the Han people who is too terrible."

In just a few days, our army has suffered more than 30,000 casualties, most of whom were injured or killed by the ghost thunder.

Now the whole army will tremble unconsciously almost as soon as they hear the sound of the ghost thunder.

Those Han people are so hateful that they have made such a vicious thing. ”

"Speaking of which, you are still afraid of war and death.

Is it because of this ghost thunder that you don't even dare to fight, are you still worthy of being called a great warrior? ”

Facing the third prince's questioning, everyone couldn't help but bow their heads in shame.

They were really afraid of the thunder.

If it was a hard-fought battle with the Han people, of course they were not afraid, after all, they had also fought so many battles with the Han people, and they had long been used to it.

But that ghost thunder is different, just one of them can kill and injure a large number of soldiers, and the lethality is really terrifying.

They have been fighting everywhere for so many years, and it is the first time they have seen such a terrible and vicious thing.

Even if you are lucky enough not to be killed, the wound pierced by the thistle terrestris will be difficult to heal, and the pain will be so great that you can almost wait to die.

That's not something that human beings can resist at all, and the more people who go, the more dead and wounded.

The Hu people have always respected the strong, although they are all the people of the Great Turk, but after all, the soldiers are from different tribes, if there are too many casualties in the big war, it is likely to be swallowed up by other powerful tribes in the future, so the patriarchs do not want their clansmen to lose too much.

The third prince, Adullah, naturally knew the small abacus in the hearts of the patriarchs below, but if Fuyuan City could not be captured, wouldn't they come for nothing?

The Han garrison had only 40,000 men, while their side had more than 200,000.

With such a huge disparity in numbers between the enemy and the enemy, if he were to be allowed to go back with the reputation of a defeated general, he would rather die here.

Seeing that his master was so angry, Baalka, the commander of 10,000 people, who was his confidant, immediately stood up and said, "Your Highness, I am willing to lead the army into battle. If I don't break through Fuyuan City, I, Baalka, will never come back. ”

Seeing that Baalka took the initiative to stand up and ask for battle, the third prince Adula's face softened a little, and then deliberately praised in front of everyone: "Okay, this is my great warrior, not the kind of person who is greedy for life and afraid of death."

Although the ghost thunder of the Han people is vicious, they have never seen them used on the battlefield before, so it can be seen that this thing is not easy to make, otherwise they would have used it a long time ago.

They've thrown it so much in the past few days, it's definitely running out. As long as we work harder, we will definitely be able to capture Fuyuan City. ”

When everyone heard this, their eyes lit up.

His Royal Highness's words are reasonable, such a terrible thing must be difficult to make, otherwise how could the Han people not use it for so many years.

It is estimated that it was because the Northwest Army was caught between the two sides this time to the point of life and death, that the Ning family had to take out this secret weapon at the bottom of the box for emergency.

"Baalka, I'll give you 50,000 horses now, and you must beat Fuyuan down for me.

After the deed is completed, I will personally ask for credit for you in front of my father. ”

"Yes, Your Highness. The subordinates will definitely take Fuyuan for His Highness. Baalka replied excitedly.

Seeing that the other patriarchs also showed expressions of interest, the third prince Adullah sneered in his heart.

Don't think you cowards can stay out of the way, this time I'm going to use your people to do great things for my subordinates, and then the credit will only go to Baalka, and it has nothing to do with you.

Next, the various patriarchs were surprised to see that most of the 50,000 horses sent by the Third Highness to Baalika were from warriors of various tribes, and less than one-fifth of the soldiers who really belonged to the Shazhen tribe.

But in the war, how the soldiers were distributed was completely controlled by the three royal palaces, and although they were dissatisfied, they didn't dare to say anything, so they could only be forced to accept this distribution.

When the 50,000 men had gathered enough, the 10,000-strong captain Baalka, as the commander, led the soldiers towards the city wall.

He didn't believe that there were so many people who couldn't capture this small Fuyuan City.

When the 10,000-strong commander Baalka led 50,000 Hu soldiers to the city, he had already made a military order and promised in public: those who successfully climbed to the top of the city would be rewarded with a reward of 1,000 taels.

As soon as these words came out, many Hu soldiers were immediately high-spirited, and they almost immediately forgot the horror of the "ghost thunder".

After Baalka's order, tens of thousands of Hu people, under the cover of thousands of archers in the rear, rushed to the city wall like a tide.

This time, the commander of Fuyuan made Tang Zhiping follow Ning Yabai's order, and did not order the archers to shoot arrows to shoot back, but waited for the Hu people to come.

When a large number of Hu people rushed to the city and were about to climb up by ladder, Ning Yabai, who had been watching coldly, waved the order flag and ordered the grenadiers who had been prepared long ago to start moving.

Soon, hundreds of large round balls flew down from above the city with glowing leads, and hundreds of people were directly killed at a height of more than three feet.

But this is only the beginning, when these big round balls explode one by one, once again let the Hu soldiers below feel what real despair is.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

As hundreds of flowering bombs continued to explode, countless Hu soldiers were blown up into a blur of flesh and blood, and it was unbearable to see.

Even those who were far away from the center of the explosion were more or less pricked in the head and bleeding and seriously injured by the thistles scattered everywhere.

Under the impact of the explosion, these already sharp thistles are even more terrifying than bullets, and can almost easily penetrate the human body and cause great wounds.

Unlike the Northwest Army, the Hu people had a large amount of alcohol that could disinfect wounds and professional military doctors who knew how to stitch up wounds, so such a large wound was no less than a great plague for them.

Even if they were able to return to the barracks, at least half of them would have died from wound infections.

As the explosions continued to sound, one after another Hu soldiers fell to the ground, suffering heavy casualties.

But even so, the 10,000-strong commander Baalika still did not withdraw his troops, and still continued to force the frightened Hu soldiers to continue to attack the city, and also loudly encouraged: "The ghost thunder of the Han people is running out, just hold it for a while, give it to me quickly!" ”

The soldiers under him immediately repeated his words loudly, thereby increasing the morale of their colleagues.

These words did a good job, and many Hu soldiers believed it and continued to desperately try to climb the city wall.

Some of the lucky soldiers had even climbed to the top of the city, but they were quickly stabbed alive by the spearmen guarding the city.

But this scene still greatly stimulated the other Hu people, so more people rushed in the direction of the city.

They are all waiting, waiting for the moment when the "ghost thunder" of the Han people runs out.

But the reality is often very cruel, and they never dreamed that the hundreds of carriages brought by Ning Yabai were all filled with this kind of flowering bullet that they called ghost thunder.

There are several thousand of them, and the second batch will be delivered soon.

They didn't expect that in the past year, Chi Fei, who was the designer and producer, had asked his craftsmen to make more than 20,000 flowering bombs, which were enough to blow up all the more than 200,000 Hu people.

Their actions are tantamount to moths to a fire.

This new type of thermal weapon, which appeared on the battlefield for the first time, is finally about to start a new round of slaughter.