The ancient city of Yizhou does not know how long it has existed in Liaodong, and on the quaint city wall are a group of Qing troops with frightened faces. Inside is countless Qing troops left behind, they are here to Tuntian, to feed the Qing army on the front line, just like the previous Songshan War, the Qing army is in Yizhou Tuntian, as a nest for transporting grain and grass.

The flames of war were raging, the smoke of gunpowder rose high, the Huns held torches in their hands, burning the farmland outside the city, the flames were in the sky, black smoke rose high, and the frantic cries of the cavalry inside could be heard in the thick smoke, and they laughed wildly.

"Burn, flames from the wolf, burn all the land here, raise your scimitars, and all enemies will tremble under this sharp scimitar!" Uldin said, the farmland outside was burning, and smoke was billowing all around, and a group of ghostly cavalry rushed out of the smoke. In front is the high Uiju city wall.

He waved his hand, and a group of Huns in iron armor began to circle around the city, iron hooves galloping and rolling up dust. One of them, holding two sacks of burlap filled with soil, and the cavalry, rushed towards the tall city wall of Uiju in front of him. This ancient method of siege, when the dirt bags were tired of the city walls, the cavalry could directly start charging.

The general guarding the pass was Kim Dae-joo, a North Korean who was promoted, but he was happy and despaired not long after. There was a kind of inexplicability on his face, this North Korean could no longer understand the situation, and more than 20,000 ironclad torrents gathered under the city wall, "Where did the cavalry come from, where did the cavalry come from?" "He doesn't understand what's going on lately, first a group of extremely powerful red hairs came from the north, and now this group of cavalry has come from the south? Cavalry? Where are the cavalry?

"Hey, brothers, is there a misunderstanding" He shouted like this, and found his subordinates on the side, and shouted in Korean, Manchurian, and Mongolian dialects, thinking that it was some tribe in Mobei, and his subordinates wondered, "Could it be the Ming army, this may be the cavalry of the Ming army!" The subordinate said so strangely.

"Where did the Ming army come from, there are so many nomadic cavalry, only Qingzhou has them, but the group of cavalry of the Qingzhou army, more than half of them died" Jin Dazhu said, the last battle, the group of strong herdsmen left a too deep impression on him, the cavalry, scimitar, is stronger and more tenacious than the Mongolian cavalry. However, the losses were heavy, and he thought that the cavalry in front of him should not be from Qingzhou, there was no such number of nomadic cavalry in that place.

The Hun commander below was in some non-standard Chinese, and said, "I am your father," he said, and the cavalry behind him laughed. In a word, it proves his identity

The golden pillar on the city wall, his face immediately became defeated, as soon as he said this, he naturally understood who the other party was, the Ming army, the Ming army couldn't be wrong, where did the Ming army come from, more than 20,000 cavalry, jumped out of the stone?

"Oh my God, what are these guys doing" A group of subordinates were desperate, looking at a group of Hun cavalry, while dodging the rain of arrows, while throwing out the sack in their hand, the sack flew out, and it was thrown to this place at the same time, and soon the place on the city wall was piled up by the sack A small mound.

"Damn, they're going to get tired, cavalry ramps!" Jin Dazhu said, "Fierce fire oil, fierce fire oil, hurry up!" He shouted.

Someone brought a wooden barrel, and the barrel was filled with fire oil, and a group of soldiers of the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty poured fire oil on the ramp of the siege city. An unpleasant, pungent smell spread.

The black oil flowed down the ramp, moistening the entire ramp, and in the distance, Urdin, raised his scimitar, and a group of Hun cavalry began to charge, they galloped their horses, and began to rush forward, and the black cavalry rushed up the ramp, and their hideous faces could be seen. The fire fold was thrown out.

The flames that rushed to the sky in ———— of the bake were spreading, the fire burned fiercely, the entire ramp was orange-red flames, Jin Dazhu laughed, "Burn, burn, burn this group of Ming troops, haha" He laughed, this fire oil is easy to use, and if there is such a siege in the future, it will be used with this trick.

'My lord, it's not good, it's not good,' the soldiers on the side shouted in horror, and ran loudly under the city wall, Jin Dazhu turned around, and there was only a look of fear and disbelief on his face.

Whirring ———— burning flames, a group of cavalry rushed out, their bodies were burning, their eyes were full of hideousness, the raised scimitar was full of flames, the flame scimitar was waved, and the soldiers of the Han Eight Banners on the side, unable to resist, ran backwards in horror. In the face of this reborn cavalry, they have lost the courage to resist.

"Ghost, ghost, the Ming army has become a fire ghost, how can it be beaten."

"They are resurrected, resurrected, the Ming army can really be resurrected, the rumors are not wrong."

The cavalry of the flame began to charge, wielding the flame version of Zhan, the whole person was like a fireball, and began to charge, the flames were boiling, and there were bursts of howling sounds, Jin Dazhu understood, why did his friend tell him that the soldiers of the Qingzhou Army, after being killed, would be resurrected, and they would be more ferocious than in the past, this kind of enemy, is it really still human? He didn't understand and ran backwards in a frenzy.

The cavalry with the flames slowly slowed down and fell to the ground, the flames slowly burned their bodies, Urdin rode his war horse and walked up to the city wall, the city of Yiju had been taken, looking at the corpses on the ground, a sadness flashed in his eyes. "Make a fake limb for our warriors, and the body burned by the flames will not be able to ascend to the immortal heaven after death."

A shaman on the side walked up and said with a kind of anger on his face, "You can't let the warriors of the tribe die in this vicious way, the body burned by the flames cannot be reincarnated, and they cannot become the warriors of the tribe in the next life." ”

"I don't want to, if they don't fight like this, more warriors will die," Uldin said, with a sadness in his eyes, "The head wolf doesn't want any of the little wolf cubs in the tribe to die, but there is no way, my choice is to exchange less for more, and a moment of weakness will kill more warriors!" He said.

"I understand your pain, and I wish this war was over soon," the shaman of the tribe whispered, his voice a little low, and he stepped forward and sang a song in a low voice, "Their souls will return to the embrace of the Immortal Heaven in song." My kids."

"We have completed our mission, and the next thing is the new army of Henan" Urdin's face was worried, and the direction of Wang and the northeast "waves, storms, and Tsarist Russia that may appear at any time, I am afraid that the situation of these people is very difficult!" He said with a sense of concern.