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"Master, shall we leave now?" A shaved servant with a stubble on his scalp, a yellowish braid with a stubble on his head, and a goatee on his chin had a flattering smile on his sallow face. Holding a steaming bowl of hot soup in both hands, he hunched over to Suppilon's side and asked in a low voice.

"Huh?" Suppressed Pilon, who was resting with his eyes closed, raised his eyelids, his oily head wrinkled his scalp, and said softly, "Is this something you have to worry about?" ”

"The minions don't dare." The wrapper was startled, and hurriedly knelt on the ground and pleaded guilty with a panicked expression.

"Humph!" He snorted coldly, and waved his hand unhappily to let Bao Yi retreat. He wiped his nose and stood up, straightened his clothes, and put on his bearskin hat. He walked out of his tent with a cold face.

It's not that he doesn't want to go out early, so that he can leave this desolate grassland in the ice and snow and return to the warm house in Shenyang City. But now he has more than 1,000 cavalry and hundreds of clothiers under his command. He now has hundreds of more carriages full of much-needed supplies for the Manchus to escort!

These bulky carriages were loaded with iron, copper, sulfur, snow salt, tools, various luxuries from the Kyoshiri workshop, and a large number of daily necessities. These things were bought by the flags and the palace with gritted teeth and the money raised with blood. He didn't dare to let the slightest mistake in this batch of materials.

In the spirit of caution, he ordered to make preparations before the day was light, and to wait until the sun came out before setting out on the road. This will inevitably seriously slow down the march. However, now they are in the vast grassland, and it is also a bitter cold winter that no birds or animals can see. It's safe.

Those Ming troops can't just run out of the Saiwai and look for them in the vast grassland for no reason, right? Without exact location information, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack.

At this time, the sky has already brightened, and a bright sun is rising in the distance. The camp of the Manchu cavalry was undergoing intense and orderly preparations.

Hundreds of wagons loaded with supplies were placed in the middle of the camp in a circular shape. It is surrounded by a circle of orderly tents. The pack horses were placed separately from the soldiers' war horses at opposite ends of the camp, and now the Manchu soldiers were feeding the horses.

The fire that had been left over from the previous night was burning vigorously again after adding dry wood and miscellaneous cloth. The coaters took the pot and food ingredients and prepared hot food for their masters. As for themselves. It's nice to have cold dry food to eat.

Those who boiled water, washed their bags, prepared their food, dismantled their tents, and led pack horses to put them on the carts. The whole camp was in a chaotic but orderly manner.

Suppilon tucked his hands into his sleeves, looked at everything in front of him with half-squinted eyes, and nodded slightly.

It is worthy of the elites selected by each banner, and even those clothed minions are all old minions who have followed the Qing Dynasty for at least ten years, and they are all loyal.

This time, in order to get this batch of supplies, each flag can be regarded as bleeding hemorrhage. Every family has taken out their foundations, and even the gold and silver hidden by the bannermen have been taken out. According to Dolgon's words, if you can't defeat the Ming army this time, what's the use of keeping these yellow and white things?! Waiting to make trophies for others?

Since the banners have produced money, they must receive things. This batch of supplies is still on the grassland. The things have already been distributed. In order to prevent the things of their flags from being inexplicably 'floated' during transportation, each flag gritted its teeth and sent a group of Bayala guards and experienced coaters to participate in this operation.

"Master." The coat of Curb Pilon also came out, and after looking up at the sky, he said softly, "The slave got you some hot food?" ”

He raised his chin, waved his hand impatiently, and said, "You are not hungry, you have no appetite. Busy with your business, don't keep dangling in front of you, looking annoying. ”

After the coat retreated, Sprepilon strode towards the assembled carriages. Stand next to the carriage. Looking at the various materials that were tied up by ropes, he stretched out his hand and knocked on it, and nodded with satisfaction.

Those yellow and white things can have a fart! You can't eat it, you can't use it! As long as you can win the Ming army. Isn't it possible to grab as much as you want? Where are these precious supplies important? Without these things, just wait for the destruction of the country and the annihilation.

I remembered that when I was raising this money in Shenyang City a few days ago, those flagmen were crying and shouting, and they were all over the ground and they were upset. Even his own home is full of this scene of losing his life. How long have you been away from fishing and hunting in the deep mountains and old forests? Why have people become like this?

In the past, when I couldn't eat enough, everyone was alive and well. I can't wait to hit ten at a time. It's like now that everyone has become a master, and there are coats waiting for him. The work in the fields was done by the wrappers, and the women who had snatched them from the south enjoyed them at will. I can't even let go of these things outside my body!

Think of these. reminds me of the fiasco outside Ningyuan City. He rubbed his brow vigorously in annoyance. I can't go on like this. If the Manchus become the same as the Han people in the south, will the Manchus still have a way to live? How many people are there?!

Just as he was thinking about these troublesome things, he suddenly heard a strange 'whoosh~~~~~' sound in his ears.

Stunned, he turned around and looked around to see where the strange sound was coming from. But now all the people around him put down their work and raised their heads to look at the sky blankly.

Suppilon's heart tightened, and he hurriedly raised his head and squinted at the sky.

The strange sound in his ears became louder and louder, and the pupils of Suppression began to contract sharply in an instant!

He saw a few swarthy black dots suddenly appear in the clear blue sky. The black dot grew bigger and bigger, and with a terrifying, more and more roaring scream, it smashed straight down from the sky towards his location!

"What?!" Suppilon, who had never experienced anything like this, was completely unaware of the situation. He didn't know what it was, or why something so weird was falling from the sky. However, the intuition cultivated by walking on the battlefield on the edge of life and death all year round told him that there was danger!

Suppilon raised his arm and opened his mouth to shout for his men to get out of the way. However, he did not know how alarming the aerial bomb was falling.

Before the shouts of Suppilon could be exited, the first napalm had already been detonated at a height of dozens of meters above the ground!

It was as if a bright sun had suddenly appeared in the sky above the camp. The fierce and scorching flames instantly engulfed everything around them. Suppilon hadn't even had time to make a sound. It was completely steamed.

Gao Yang dropped five military napalm bombs from the United States over the camp. When all seven napalm points were detonated, the entire camp and the surrounding area were enveloped in a frenzied burst of flames.

The high temperature, which reached thousands of degrees Celsius, steamed all the people nearby into black shadows almost instantly. The Manchu soldiers on the outskirts of the camp were not spared, and the unbridled flames could fly as far as hundreds of meters away! The scorching heat is enough to carbonize a person.

Everyone in the camp, whether it is a Manchu banner or a clothed minion. At this time, all people are one identity, that is, people who are about to die or who have already died.

When the people outside the camp were glued to their bodies by the gelatinous substance of napalm, the flames would burn like maggots on tarsal bones. It's human fat that burns!

I can't roll on the ground, and after rolling around, my whole body burns. The water cannot be extinguished, and the soil cannot be buried. If it gets on your hands and feet, you may be able to save your life by cutting off your hands and feet with a ruthless knife. However, if it sticks to the head. Or what do you do with your body? Do you want to cut off your own head?

White phosphorus was added to military napalm. It cannot be extinguished even with a dry powder carbon dioxide fire extinguisher. Cover it with semi-dry mud though it can temporarily stop the burning. But once the mud falls, it will inevitably rekindle.

To put it bluntly, this kind of thing is not saved at all. Either you don't get stuck or you just cut off that piece of meat! Otherwise, it won't be long before you'll be transformed into a humanoid torch!

The Manchu soldiers, who knew nothing about this, felt that their bodies were burning, and their first reaction was to beat them with their hands. But the more you fight, the more places on your body catch fire. It won't be long before you scream and fall to the ground, turning into a torch.

If anyone wants to help, they're looking for death. Whoever comes forward to help is unlucky. As long as this thing is touched, it is completely incomprehensible. It will re-ignite when it comes into contact with air. Because the ignition point of white phosphorus is very low, after mixing additives, it will explode immediately when it comes into contact with oxygen.

Gao Yang sat on the sand with a coffee cup and looked at the monitor in front of him expressionlessly. The barracks on the ground was now in endless flames. No one can escape in such a situation.

The flames are blazing. The oxygen in the vicinity of the barracks was quickly depleted. Many Manchu soldiers were suffocated before they could be burned to death. Above the monitor, there was a sea of hellfire, and black smoke clouds hundreds of meters high soared into the sky.

"What do you think?" Yuan asked softly.

Gao Yang hooked the corners of his mouth, picked up the coffee cup and took a sip. Lowering his eyelids slightly, he whispered indifferently, "This is war." ”

"War is like that. No matter how you fight, it will end with a dead man. Origin paused, then said, "What now?" The supplies have all been burned. People are almost dead, do you want to continue watching? ”

Gao Yang sighed lightly and put down the coffee cup in his hand. Got up and walked towards the bedroom, whispering, "Go back." "Advanced detection instruments show that there are still a few lucky people outside the barracks, but Gao Yang has no intention of killing them all.

The Manchu soldiers on the ground were still struggling to survive in the sea of fire, and it was impossible to notice or see that a shuttle that could use folding light technology had quietly departed in the air at an altitude of 10,000 meters. What they have to do now is to fight desperately to survive.

The huge flames, as bright as the sun, surging and billowing smoke that soared into the sky, shocked the Mongolian herdsmen who saw all this within a radius of 100 miles. They thought it was a miracle from the Immortal Heavens, and they shouted loudly and knelt down in worship.

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