And just when Chaolu was depressed.

In the sky.

Yang Biao took out a firework, ignited it, and threw it into the air.

The fireworks exploded in mid-air, and in an instant, thousands of fireworks rose up, lighting up the entire night sky.

This...... It is the signal to start the offensive.

All the flying balls, fluttering in the wind.

They even began to descend slowly.

The flyball is getting lower and lower, and getting lower and lower.

By sixty or seventy paces above the ground, the Tatar camp below could almost be seen clearly.

This distance is just outside the range of the bow and arrow.

For an ordinary bow and arrow, it is already the limit of being able to shoot 100 steps, but shooting into the air and being able to shoot 30 steps is considered good.

Under this absolutely safe airspace, flying balls fell from the sky.

The fireworks had been noticed by the guards on duty underground, and they looked up at the sky, watching the faint starlight gradually brighter and brighter, and finally, the black balloons that had disappeared in the night gradually revealed their huge bodies, pressing on their heads.

Subconsciously, they wanted to pull out their bows and arrows.

More people, some at a loss, dared to face the Ming army several times their size, and even dared to charge the Ming wall.

But in the face of the balloons falling from the sky, especially in this night, they have a sense of trepidation.

Even the bravest people can't help but feel fear when faced with the unknown.

However, the arrow that shot could not reach the balloon above.

The balloon was silent, flying over their heads.

On the ground, a huge shadow was left.

The shadow walked slowly, and then, on top of the balloon, Shen Ao and Yang Biao each happily took out the glass bottle.

Shen Ao was responsible for igniting the fire, and Yang Biao was holding the glass bottle filled with iron nails and liquid.

From the sealed wooden stopper, a lead protruded.

The fire fold ignited the fuse.

The lead instantly sparked.

Yang Biao looked down with a smile and threw the glass bottle down without hesitation.

The glass bottle fell straight down.

Immediately afterward, he fell directly into a tent.

The lead has been burned into a sealed bottle.

The liquid in this bottle is all refined fire oil.

The ignition of the oil instantly produces a large amount of gas in the bottle.

But the bottle is sealed with glass.

In that instant, a fire burst out directly from the glass bottle.

With a loud bang, countless pieces of glass shattered into shards and flew out in all directions.

A night watchman, looking at the firelight, before he could react, the flying spikes and shards of glass tore his face apart, and he covered his face and howled: "Eyes, my eyes." ”

And the sputtered flames and oil, like maggots on tarsal bones, splattered everywhere, and the burning oil was stained on the tent, and the tent immediately burned and stained the hay, and the haystacks used to feed the horses immediately burst into flames, and went straight into the sky. Splashed on the person's body, the person subconsciously wanted to fight, but the oil was not easy to extinguish, it was still burning, and the animal skin clothing on his body had begun to emit smoke.

The fire began to consume people, and the burned man, like crazy, made the miserable sound of a night owl, and ran wildly, or crashed aimlessly into a tent, or rushed to the fence, and finally, when he was left with only a skeleton, eventually, turned into a mass of ashes.

Several tents were set on fire, and the people inside seemed to be crazy and had to escape, but there were also people who died directly in the flames.

The smoke that erupted from the fire was suffocating, and this was also the reason why those who were sleeping in the tent could not escape at all.

Suddenly......

The whole Tatar battalion began to explode.

Countless people woke up from their dreams, and their faces turned blue with fright from the terrible screams and explosions.

They rushed out of their tents in a daze, and the next thing, one by one, glass bottles fell from the sky.

They watched huge flying balls, along the canyon, slowly moving forward, in front of them, in the dark, a place of origin, began to explode, tents, began to burn, one by one, burning people, desperate shouts.

Many people are even unable to escape.

The slow balloon, obscuring the clouds and the sun, cast one black shadow after another in the sky.

Some people knelt down and shouted Genghis Khan, the heavens, or everything they thought they could save.

But all this is in vain.

In the horse circle, the war horse was frightened, and like a war horse, it began to rush out of the fence, and then galloped wildly.

These horses, which had been uncontrolled in the past, had been the weapons of the Tatars, but now they were a source of even greater unrest, and the horses galloped wildly, rushing into tents one after another, and no matter who was in sight, they did not hesitate to knock them away, and those who fell to the ground, their hooves stepped on their heads, and their bones were crushed.

And the people on the flying ball, after being nervous and excited, became extraordinarily calm.

After the excitement, there is such a shudder, and the rest is indescribable loneliness.

He mechanically threw glass bottles downward, one after another, and didn't even bother to aim, because lower, it was the densest place in the camp, and he just threw it.

The camp below has fallen into hell on earth.

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Yanda Khan had been awakened from a dream.

It's a nightmare.

He heard screams from all sides, and he looked at his big tent in a daze, his guards, who were not here.

What happened.

He smelled the smell of fire, which burned the felt and gave off a pungent and disgusting breath.

Not only that, but there were screams, the screams of countless people, and horses, horses neighing.

The wail, the wailing that hurt into the bone marrow, Yanda Khan was already shocked into a cold sweat.

He had not slept well for many days since his son died.

Finally arrived in Datong, and in Datong City, his own arrangement of the fine work has successfully destroyed the city defense of Datong, this nominally a reckless revenge battle, but under his arrangement, but it has become a fatal blow to Daming.

Tomorrow, as long as tomorrow after dawn, he can launch a fierce attack on Datong, which is the weakest defense at this time, and he is convinced that he can take Datong in one fell swoop, and if this long-coveted Datong is taken, then ...... The shame of the ancestors being expelled from the Guannai by the southerners, as well as the shame of the southerners' Taizu and Emperor Wen going deep into the desert and sweeping away the Northern Yuan, can all be shamed.

When you enter the pass, there are all cattle and sheep, but the cattle and sheep outside the pass are four-legged, and the cattle and sheep in the pass have only two legs.

Right now......

All this ...... It was all ruined by the terrible sound and pungent smell.

He put on his leather robe, took his golden sword, and hurried out of the big tent, but ...... His pupils were contracting, and he saw the flying balls in the sky, the monster that had killed his son, and now, they appeared again, and more, where the flying balls passed, there were countless explosions and fires, and he saw with his own eyes, several people, in the flames, struggling, their bodies already burning, in the fire, their limbs twisted, doing all kinds of strange movements.

And the war horses, his horses, the horses were galloping, they no longer recognized their owners, they did not hesitate to knock over a person, and fled in all directions.

Countless Tatars who escaped from the fire ran madly towards the places where the fire had not yet started.

The most terrifying thing is that this is a canyon, there are only two roads before and after, and it is impossible to escape in all directions, and this narrow canyon facilitates the spread of the sea of fire.

The balloon, still moving forward slowly, like a monster devouring everything, it was quiet, slowly floating, not slow, but like a mountain, coming in the direction of Yanda Khan.

The guards finally found Yanda Khan, and they pulled Yanda Khan and shouted: "Great Khan, go quickly!" ”

"Let......'s go" Yanda Khan felt as if he had been stabbed in his heart, and he couldn't breathe in pain.

He roared: "Where are the bows and arrows, where are the bows and arrows?" ”

Bows and arrows have no effect.

This is an asymmetrical war, and its advantage is much greater than that of the Tatar iron cavalry against the Ming infantry army in the wilderness, nay, even greater than this advantage.

No one dared to shoot a bow or arrow into the sky anymore.

Because it doesn't make any sense.

The Tatars, who were awakened by the screams, completely collapsed.

They were mad, they fled where they didn't burn, and there were more and more people, and they had no horses, so they had to rely on two legs, and they were stuck in the canyon, pushing each other, trampling each other, and at this time, ...... People's fears have been amplified, and there is no courage left.

Yanda Khan was dragged by the guards in the other direction of the canyon.

And the thirteen-year-old child, the man named Chaolu, he witnessed the stars in the sky with his own eyes, and finally turned into huge balloons, which were in the sky above him.

He had forgotten that he was a man who was determined to cut off the heads of countless Nanren, and he held his head up, with a childish face, with an incomparable fear.

At this point, no one paid any attention to him.

On that day, a bottle fell.

Rumble...... Fireballs erupted from the shattered glass bottles, and red-hot iron nails and glass swooped into Chaolu's body like flying locusts.

A nail that pierced his eye socket hard.

He fell, his body twitching in the light of the fire on all sides, and the pain in his tarsal bones made him let out a terrible wail.

But no one pays attention to him, behind every man, there is always a need for countless white bones, and more people can't become men.

Eventually, he collapsed in a pool of blood, and as he lay dying, a galloping war horse stepped on his femur, which shattered.

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Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone.

I would also like to thank the two students 'Beiliang Green Ant' and 'Tushan Da Master' for becoming the sixteenth and seventeenth alliance leaders of this book. In addition, there are also 'cracked' classmates who have become the heads.

Thank you very much.

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