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Seeing that the fire under the mountain is already burning, if the wind direction remains the same, I am afraid that it will be difficult to extinguish it for a while and a half with manpower alone.

But as the commander of the thief army guarding one side on the Huanglu Ridge, what else can he say, what else can he say?

The order quickly reached Gao Jinku, who was directing his subordinates to fight the fire separately, and Gao Jinku, in addition to scolding in his heart, was also worth shouting to the thieves under his command after a slight change.

"Listen to the fuck! The king of the whole world has an order, and he can't extinguish the fire in front of him, and no one wants to fucking live! ”

After he changed it like this, the meaning was correct.

Because that's exactly what it is.

The "Flying Tigers" entered several camps on the mountainside of the warehouse, and there were quite a few people, even if more than 2,000 people died before and after the previous battle, there are still 4,000 people under his command.

The camps on this half-mountainside are not very large, the large ones are stationed with more than 1,000 people, and the small ones are stationed at seven or eight hundred.

At this time, the fire took advantage of the wind and spread upwards, and Gao Jinku's heart had already been panicked to the extreme.

Compared with Wu Yangui's style of standing and talking without backache, Gao Jinku has really reached a critical moment of life and death.

Gao Jin Kuza's half-body waist in the Huanglu Ridge camp, if they followed the zigzag winding up and down mountain road, they might have to walk a distance of two or three miles, but the straight-line distance between them and the officials and troops under the mountain was only five or six hundred meters.

The officers and troops could only advance along the winding mountain road to attack, but the fire spread upwards and would not follow the existing mountain road.

As soon as the fire was lit from the hillside, it spread rapidly by the force of the wind, and it did not take long to sweep away in front of the storehouse.

Li Xianzhong and Yi Bang knew the danger of setting fire on a windy day, so they also advanced to the Huanglu Ridge as much as possible, until they could not move, or encountered the interception of the thief army, they would use torches to ignite the fierce fire oil bombs and kerosene bombs soaked in kerosene ignition objects, and throw them far away from the mountain.

The clay pot filled with fire oil and kerosene smashed into the rocks, and immediately a fire broke into flames.

Gao Jinku and his henchmen drove a large number of minions with knives to the fire point that was closer, but no matter how they fought it, the fire was getting stronger and stronger.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the strong wind blows from the northeast, blowing through the Huangluling Ridge and continuing to blow to the southwest.

Gao Jinku knew that his men and horses under his command were running up the mountain, but they couldn't outrun the fire in the wind, so he simply put them to death and came back to life, taking advantage of the fact that the fire on the Huanglu Ridge had not yet been fully connected, and ordered the people and horses under his command who had not yet been burned to suddenly rush down the mountain.

Gao Jinku, under the escort of his cronies, rushed down the mountain road while crossing a small piece of fire, and shouted loudly: "If you don't want to die, you will rush down with Lao Tzu!" ”

From the point of view of avoiding being burned to death, Gao Jinku is right.

But at this time, Wang Guoliang, who knew that victory was in sight, how could he let them rush out of the sea of fire!

Seeing Gao Jinku leading the men and horses to rush down, an earth-shattering roar suddenly sounded on the artillery position that had been waiting for a long time!

More than 50 artillery pieces were fired in three rounds, and the projectiles fired hit the dense crowd rushing to the front in waves, and there were bursts of heart-rending screams from the hillside.

More than 50 guns had different projectiles, ranging from scattered bullets mixed with iron triangle gravel, chain shells with long chains, and of course larger solid bullets.

No matter what type of projectile it is, hitting anyone at a distance of two or three hundred steps in a straight line is fatal.

After three rounds of shelling, the "Flying Tiger" Gao Jinku was nowhere to be found, and a large number of thieves who rushed down according to his orders were either killed or scattered.

The hundreds of people who were lucky enough to escape the flat artillery bombardment were also blocked outside the fence of the official camp by Li Xianzhong with the musket team that returned in time, and after a few rounds of crackling gunfire, most of them were killed and wounded, and the thief army, which was lucky enough not to be hit, hurriedly retreated.

The northeast wind, which suddenly blew in the early morning of 11 May, did not gradually weaken until the afternoon of that day, but the fire on Huangluling was no longer capable of being extinguished by manpower.

When the fire on the hillside began to burn, the Shanxi town soldiers in the official army camp under the Huanglu Ridge knew that victory was in sight, and they were all cheering, but when it was dawn, they saw that the entire Huanglu Ridge was plunged into a sea of fire, and the mountains and fields that were dozens of miles long were full of flames, just like a real mountain of flames, and it was still spreading, so people were stunned, and the hearts of the cheers were gone, and everyone was afraid and fearful.

On the evening of 11 May, the west and south direction of Huangluling was still full of fireworks.

At this time, the northeast wind that had been blowing vigorously for a day had basically stopped, and the burning Huangluling seemed to have changed the airflow of this side of the world, and the wind direction began to fluctuate, and the sky of this official and military camp under the Huangluling was also covered with a thick layer of soot.

As the wind subsided, it fell on the camp and the surrounding ground and mountains as if the sky was about to fall.

The thick soot was also mixed with an unpleasant smell of burning.

No one knows how many thieves on the Huanglu Ridge escaped and how many were burned, but everyone knows that there must be no more living people on the Huanglu Ridge at this moment, and there is not even any living thing, even if it is a snake, a bird, or even an ant, it is impossible to have a living one.

Wang Guoliang, Yi Bangcai, Li Xianzhong and other generals gathered in the big tent of the Chinese army in the middle of the camp, and everyone was silent.

"Fire attack! That's it! My generation of martial artists lives such a life, either they kill me, or we kill him. Swords and guns have no eyes, fire and water are ruthless, no matter how you kill, you are killed, no matter how you die, if my generation of martial artists also care about what is done to kill, is it still called a martial artist?! ”

Wang Guoliang was the first to break the silence, but when he said these words, he didn't know if he was convincing himself or others.

After Wang Guoliang finished speaking, seeing that the generals were still silent, he waved his hand and said, "If there is nothing to do, let's disperse!" Let's disperse! ”

The fire at the eastern foot of Huangluling was completely holocated that night, but the fire was still shining on Huangluling, and the night sky west of Huangluling and south of Huangluling was still full of blood-red color from the fire!

At midnight on 12 May, the sky was slightly bright, and the sudden north wind blowing along the valley at night swept away the smoke and haze floating over the official and military camps under the Huanglu Ridge.

But when it was time to go, there was still no morning sun in the eastern sky, and the choking stench in the air had dissipated a lot, but the sky above me had become unusually gloomy.

Although from a distance, there was still smoke on Huanglu Ridge, but Wang Guoliang didn't want to wait any longer, after all, only by climbing Huanglu Ridge and occupying Huanglu Pass in a down-to-earth manner, the Shanxi Town army led by him could be regarded as truly reaping this victory.

Cook at the end of the day, and leave the camp at the end of the day.

After a full meal, Wang Guoliang asked Li Xianzhong to take his musket team as the vanguard, and he and Yi Bangcai led an army of 2,000 Shanxi troops as the rear team, and let the others stay in the camp under the mountain, take care of some of the prisoners of the thief army, and then along the mountain road, began to march towards Huangluling.

The eastern foot of Huangluling, which had been burned by the fire, was already a scorched earth, and the corpses of thieves who had been burned into black charcoal and twisted into various shapes could be seen everywhere on the scorched earth.

Li Xianzhong walked at the front of the entire team with the musket team of the mine camp under his command, which had just entered the battlefield a few days earlier, and the scene he saw along the road made him feel very uncomfortable.

And the further up you go, the more charred corpses there are, and the stronger the stench of burning emanates from the dark ground.

When I arrived at the thief barracks halfway up the Huangluling Mountain, the corpses were even more charred in pieces, and the piles were huddled and crowded together, and the whole scene was like purgatory.

When he arrived here, Li Xianzhong didn't want to look at the situation along the way, but just shouted the team and climbed quickly to the top of the mountain.

As for the cutting-edge musketeers who followed him, many of them finally couldn't help but vomit the brown rice that had just been eaten before departure.

Half an hour after leaving the camp, Li Xianzhong took the lead in taking his musket team to climb the Huanglu Pass on the Huanglu Ridge.

On the relatively open and flat hilltop on the Huanglu Ridge, there is no grass, and the original dense trees are all burned, leaving only the thick trunks of the trees standing upright, emitting white smoke.

The company camp on the Huanglu Ridge, which was several miles long, had long been burned to ashes, and under the thick trunks that stood upright, there were pieces of corpses that had fallen to the ground and had been burned to black charcoal.

Li Xianzhong seemed to be accustomed to the purgatory-like scene in front of him, and silently ascended the Huangluguan Pass that had been renovated by Wu Yangui.

The stone-built Guancheng is still strong, but the wooden towers on the Guancheng have been burned to ruins, and the scene in the Guancheng makes Li Xianzhong, who has endured all the way, vomit out everything he ate into his stomach in the morning, just like the rookie musketeers on the battlefield under his command.