The cavalry lost its troops and lost a hundred horses.

The withdrawal from the battlefield one after another indicates that the tired enemy's plan set by King Chuang and the Eight Great Kings ended in failure.

But King Chuang was clearly unwilling to stop there.

Throughout the night, he sent his soldiers to charge the battle intermittently, and after running close to each shout and kill, he turned around and retreated.

After shouting and killing several times in a night, Li Shangquan, who didn't dare to relax, couldn't stand it anymore, and everyone in his company was tired.

At dawn, an unexpected situation appeared, a thick fog rose between the valleys, and between the fairy mist, only within ten steps could be seen.

For the Luoliang Shan Company, this is a disadvantage.

Li Shangquan, who lacked common sense, did not expect the morning mist in the valley.

King Chuang didn't expect the mist in the valley, but obviously if he didn't take this opportunity to attack at this moment, it would be a waste of God's strength.

10,000 people.

King Chuang said: "Heaven helps the Holy Monarch, break the enemy army." ”

The mighty rebel army, the morale was greatly boosted, and they went towards the fortifications built by Li Shangquan.

In front of the position, although the sound of dense footsteps was heard in the distance, it was white and vast ten paces away, and there was no human figure in sight, and the distance could not be measured.

On this expedition, there was not much ammunition with the army, and Li Shangquan did not dare to waste it at will.

As soon as the musketeers did not lose distance, they were at a disadvantage.

Li Shangquan frowned, thinking quickly in his heart.

Finally, I gritted my teeth and made a decision in my heart.

As long as you hold out until the morning fog recedes a little, the situation can turn in your favor.

So, Li Shangquan asked the team members to take out all the homemade grenades.

Hang on the body.

In the morning mist, King Chuang led a large army to the bend, and at the forefront was a large group of soldiers carrying cloth bags, these people were the leading pit filling team.

At the sound of an order, the pit filling team took the lead, followed by swordsmen, archers, and cavalry, and rushed towards the fortifications that could not be seen on the opposite side.

Bags of gravel were piled up in the trenches, slowly filling up over time.

The crowds fill up the narrow triangle.

Listening to the voice coming from the fog, Li Shangquan knew that it was the anti-monarch who approached the trench.

So he turned around and nodded to the platoon commander behind him, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

After the platoon commander nodded, with a wave of his hand, the hundred-man squad of the next platoon stood up.

These men were covered with homemade grenades, and under the leadership of the platoon commander, they quickly rushed out of the position, and then bent down and rushed towards the opposite side.

Hundreds of people scattered, approaching the camp of the rebels, and after rushing fifty paces, all the team members began to crawl forward on the ground.

Little by little, they rushed towards the outermost trench.

Li Shangquan's method is that although the mist isolates the sight of the musketeers, it will also isolate the sight of the anti-army, and he has the killer weapon of home-made grenades, so he can't let the anti-army blindly fill in the ditch and approach, so he only sent a platoon of personnel to secretly approach, touch towards the opponent's camp, and then detonate the home-made grenade, while killing and injuring the enemy's vital forces, but also stopping the progress of the opponent's advance.

In the fog, the members of the crawling team had already seen the rebels on the opposite side carrying cloth bags to fill the ditch.

The distance was about fifteen steps, the platoon commander at the front frowned, then gritted his teeth again, and moved cautiously and slowly towards the front a few times, the distance was already ten steps closer, and the figure could already see clearly.

The team members behind him moved forward one by one with bated breath, and the platoon commander turned his head to look, slowly waiting for the last two team members to approach.

Homemade grenades are generally thrown between 30 and 50 meters, and the throwing distance varies depending on the strength of each person's arm.

The pit filling team at the front of the anti-army has been filling the trench with sandbags in full swing, and the overseer team behind them is constantly urging, these men are sweating, throwing down the cloth bags and turning around and running back again, their spirits are condensed in the trench in front of them, and there are no footsteps in the distance, and there is no attack by the opponent's musketeers, and they slowly relax their reconnaissance of the opposite position.

But seeing that the trench was about to be filled, suddenly figures appeared out of thin air on the opposite side.

Then the flames lit up, and the sound of breaking the air crossed his head.

"Enemy army, enemy army, there is ...... 'bang'!" The first person to find the pit filling team turned around and shouted in horror as soon as he found the figure, but before the words fell, he heard an explosion behind him, and the huge impact made him sit directly in the trench.

An urgent explosion rang out among the rebels, mixed with screams and the frightened neighing of horses.

Invisible enemies, undodgable homemade grenades.

The body of the figure that was blown away, the blood splattered.

The rebels suffered heavy casualties in an instant, and the dense anti-army was gathered, and a single grenade thrown at random could cause dozens of casualties.

The panicked rebels began to disrupt, seeing the comrades killed in the explosion around them, the people in front began to run back, and there were too many people gathered behind them, and for a while the figures collided together, and no one could escape.

Two hundred grenades were thrown in just a few breaths and landed in the midst of the rebels.

Within twenty or thirty meters of the pit filling team, it instantly became a blank area.

The ground was littered with broken corpses and flesh, the dead were crying and screaming, and the dead were incomplete.

In just a few breaths, more than 2,000 people were killed and wounded.

After throwing the grenade, the company members flew and ran back.

And the shocking changes that appeared in an instant were difficult to calm down among the rebels for a moment and a half.

Intense panic gave the rebels signs of bombing the camp.

Fortunately, after King Chuang at the rear of the brigade coldly killed 100 people, and there was no explosion behind him, the entire rebel army began to stabilize.

But after a shocking change, the morale of the whole team has plummeted, and everyone is panicking.

King Chuang and the Eight Kings knew that they would not be able to break through each other's positions by relying on the men and horses in front of them, so they had no choice but to withdraw their troops.

The time that finally appeared, but it caused his own loss of 2,000 men.

Both of them were furious, but at this point, no matter how angry they were, they could only find a way to revive their morale and organize an attack.

The rebels retreated, cheers and shouts rang out throughout the position, and a platoon of the returning army was surrounded as a hero.

The sun slowly rises and the morning fog recedes.

Looking at the tragic image on the battlefield, when the rebels had no time to clean up, every member of the company was silent.

For the first time, the tremendous lethality of firearms was deeply recognized.

Corpses everywhere are a nightmare for everyone.

No one wants to die, no one wants to cause a massacre, even if it's the enemy who dies.

However, the war still needs to continue, and both sides know that this is war, and it is life and death.

The members of the company, who had already experienced several major battles, quickly gathered their minds and resumed their fortifications, waiting for the next wave of enemy attacks.

And, just when the rebels gradually calmed down their panic, King Chuang and the Eight Kings were ready to regroup and attack again.

A piece of news brought back from Zezhou made the two of them feel confused.

Looking at the corner, the corners of his mouth showed a hint of bitterness.

This war cannot be fought.