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Chapter 32 with the Son

As the distance got closer and closer, the commander of the Yuan army, Wu Rabuhua, finally noticed this group of people who were going against the current, and was stunned, with an appreciative smile on his face.

There are still people who try to turn the tide by stabbing themselves, and I have to admit that the ant thief who can come up with this idea is a genius, a genius who has been kicked in the head a hundred times by a donkey. Needless to say, as long as the horn is blown on the platform, enough cavalry can be immediately brought back to trample them alive. Even if the more than 100 guards near Shuaitai are divided into half of them, they can be chopped into a pile of meat in an instant.

Coming out of the provincial yamen and eliminating hundreds of thousands of Red Turban troops along the way, it was the first time he encountered such an interesting thing. Wu Rubuhua was very reluctant to wipe out that whimsical guy right away. Slowly pacing a few steps on the platform, the expression on his face was like a cat playing with mice: "Timur, did you see that gang of ant thieves?" Among the Red Turban Army, there are such warriors! ”

"The last general will go over and bring his head to the marshal!" Timur, a pro-soldier of the hundred households, pursed his lips disdainfully and asked loudly.

"Don't worry, let them be happy for a while!" Urabuka smiled and shook his head, rejecting Timur's request. Then he continued to stand on the edge of the handsome stage, and watched the whimsical ant thieves continue to approach him with the eyes of watching excerpts.

He saw that people kept running out of the ant thieves' ranks, and at the cost of their lives, they blocked the soldiers under his command who had stepped forward to block the way of the ant thieves. He saw that the leader of the ant thieves was like crazy, and he didn't care about the minions who opened the way for him, but just threw his head up and ran towards him. He saw that the army of ant thieves was getting thinner and thinner, thinner, and in the blink of an eye, there were less than fifty people left

There's nothing to see anymore! Wu Lai smacked his mouth happily, and waved lightly at his own soldiers, Baihu Timur, "Take fifty brothers and try to catch them alive." The little guy who took the lead was very interesting! ”

"Yes!" Timur nodded tacitly, with a lewd-cheap smile on his face. Lord Zuo Cheng likes the young brother, this is a well-known thing. When you do it later, try not to greet you in the face. Otherwise, if you sweep away Lord Zuo Cheng's prosperity, you will deserve to die!

Silently plotting in his heart, he ordered fifty guards in iron armor and quickly killed the gang of ant thieves who did not know whether they were alive or dead. Fifty against fifty, this has been seen for the opponent's sake, which is enough respect for them. As long as the two sides are in contact, the outcome can be determined in the blink of an eye.

The ant thieves on the opposite side also quickly appeared to them. This time, the stout man who took the lead did not use the method of dividing his troops to meet him to create a chance to continue to move forward like the previous times, but shouted loudly and took the initiative to pounce!

"Boy, I'm so daring, but I'm ugly!" Timur was stunned, and immediately adjusted his personal soldiers into a dense triangular formation and went head-on. The little guy who doesn't even know how to line up is really looking for his own death! It's a pity that such a bold offspring.

He saw that his opponent's face was very young, his body was very strong, and his steps were very firm. And these are not important, the most attractive thing for his attention is that the opponent's gaze is as clear as the sky after the rain, without any dust.

Suddenly, he saw a smile in his opponent's eyes. Subsequently, I saw that this person used the moxa wool in his left hand to press it on the paper line on the bamboo tube in his right hand. Then, he saw that this person suddenly stopped, and threw the bamboo tube in his hand straight into his arms.

"Not good!" The military commander intuitively told Timur that the bamboo tube contained great danger. Xun stopped his steps, he raised his knife and pointed it towards the bamboo tube. Before the blade could make contact with the bamboo tube, "Boom!" A thunderbolt suddenly sounded in mid-air, and in an instant, the sky collapsed!

"Boom!" Bang! "Boom!" The bamboo tubes thrown by Xu Hongsan and the others also exploded one after another above the heads of the pro-soldiers who were not flowering. Some of them were very powerful, and they directly blew several nearby pro-soldiers to the ground. Some only split in half, blowing up the nearby soldiers with blood all over their faces. Nearly a third of the bamboo tubes, which had not exploded at all, were pushed by the force of gunpowder and scurried around the faces of the soldiers like a second kick. Each flame erupted from the tail of the bamboo tube, creating a strong smell of burning.

"Boom!" Mr. Su is the oldest and the slowest in his movements. The bamboo tubes thrown out by others were all blown up, and his fell to the ground. The smoke immediately swayed up with the dirt, engulfing everyone nearby in the smoke.

"Don't fight! Go and fry the vultures! "Zhu Eighty-one didn't have much hope for the effect of the original bamboo grenade. He quickly pulled out the last two from his waist, tied them together with a fuse, and held them high and went straight to the platform. The other warriors of the left army also followed quickly, holding a bamboo tube in their right hand and a moxa wool that had already been lit in their left hand, forgetting their lives.

Standing on the handsome platform and watching the lively Wu Rabuhua and his staff, they didn't know what was going on, they only heard a series of "boom" thunder, and the firelight was accompanied by thick smoke rolling around, and then Timur and others could no longer be found in their eyes. When the smoke cleared slightly, the leader of the ant thieves, who should have been caught as a plaything, had already rushed to a place less than twenty paces away from the handsome platform. And Timur and the soldiers he brought over to catch the ant thief were lying on the ground, burned like a paste pot one by one, life and death unknown!

"Demon Law!" A few of them were particularly timid and immediately tore their throats and screamed loudly. At the same time, he moved his legs, ran to the edge of the high platform, and jumped down without hesitation.

The Red Turban Army believes in the Great Light Sect, and the loud noise and fire just now are not the legendary palm thunder, what is it? Even a guy as strong as an ox like Timur didn't know if he was alive or dead. Everyone is a civil official, if they are hit by the palm thunder volley, won't they even be able to find the bones and scum!

In the face of the unknown, people will instinctively choose to blindly obey. Among the Mongolian aristocracy, Pingsu has always believed in Lamaism and shamanism, and has a fear of his own soul for strange powers. Immediately, more than a dozen civilians and staff members jumped from the high platform behind them screaming, regardless of the height of more than a zhang, whether the thighs still belonged to them after jumping.

After all, he is a commander of both civil and military affairs, and his reaction is far calmer than that of his staff. Hearing that the voice around him was wrong, he immediately drew his treasure knife, first slashed at the two shouting staff, and then raised the bloody blade and pointed at the ant thieves who were about to run towards him, "Brolin, take your people, stop them!" Batu, blow the horn and let the cavalry come back to support here at once! ”

"Yes!" The named Rakshasa centurion Brolin responded with a trembling voice, leading the remaining fifty or so soldiers to form a denser small phalanx in front of the platform. The wizard among the ant thieves can't be allowed to approach Shuaitai, as long as he can stop his small half a pillar of incense, the cavalry who are chasing and killing other ant thieves can be killed. The thousand-man team that is chasing Sesame Li can also be quickly withdrawn to protect the safety of the marshal.

If it is against cold weapons, Brolin's choice is absolutely correct. However, what Zhu Eighty-one took was the most primitive grenade. Seeing that Wu Buhua's cronies were blowing the horn to send troops back, he was very anxious. He lit the fuses on the two bamboo tubes at the same time, stayed in his hands for three or five seconds, and threw them towards the center of the phalanx.

"Boom!" One and a half pounds of black gunpowder, the power of a volley explosion is no less than the howitzer in the movie. (Note 1)

"Boom, boom, boom!" A series of thunderous explosions rang out, and the warriors of the left army also threw primordial grenades that lit the fuse into the phalanx, blowing their opponents to the ground.

The more than fifty pro-soldiers who were armed with shields and steel knives and stood in line for fear of secrecy were at least half overturned in an instant. Those who were a little further away from the point of explosion staggered and staggered like drunks!

"Throw, light all the bamboo tubes, and throw them on the platform!" Zhu Eighty-one was taken aback by the scene he saw, but at the moment, all he was thinking about was how to fight with the enemy coach, where could he still think about other things? Just relieved his mind a little, and pointed Ai Rong at the high-ranking officials of Mengyuan who were shocked to stand unsteadily on the handsome platform, no matter which one was a vulture!

Where is the need for him to command? Xu Hongsan and others, who had already blown up their red eyes, all threw the bamboo tube that ignited the fuse in their hands onto the handsome platform. Then he pulled out all the remaining bamboo tubes from his waist, bundled them in a chaotic manner, lit the fuse, and threw them one after another.

These people came with a mortal heart, so before they went out to follow Zhu Bayi, they snatched all the bamboo tubes they could see and tied them around their waists, and everyone carried them with fear. At this moment, it was endlessly thrown at the shuai platform, even if it was a fake and shoddy product prepared by the Mengyuan government, the quantity had reached a certain level, and the power was very terrifying. In the blink of an eye, the entire Shuaitai was completely surrounded by billowing smoke. The sound of explosions was incessant, and the flames also surged from the edge of the wooden platform, covering the high-ranking officials such as Wu Rubuhua, whose life and death were unknown.

"The handsome man is in distress, the handsome is in distress!" The cavalrymen, who were the first to hear the sound of the horn, gave up the pursuit of their opponents and rode their horses back. Before they could finish half of the distance, they saw that the entire Shuai Tai had turned into a huge torch. The woolly wool was licked by the flames, and jumped up suddenly, turning into a scarlet mass in the air.

"Boom!" With the last loud bang, the handsome platform was wiped out.

"Da Shuai is dead, Da Shuai was hacked to death by the demon law!" Someone shouted loudly on the battlefield, turned around, and moved closer to the shuai platform as if he was dead......

"The handsome man is dead, the demon law, the red turban army will be the demon law!" The Goryeo soldiers, who were showing off their might, reacted the fastest, looked back at the burning platform, let out a wail in unison, dropped their weapons, and fled.

"Nonsense, the marshal has been withdrawn a long time ago, and he has been withdrawn a long time ago. Follow me and save the handsome! The Mongolian Thousand Households Barbarian Dur instigated his mount, first cut down a dozen Goryeo soldiers who were running around, and then pointed at the direction of Shuaitai with the tip of his knife and shouted orders.

He doesn't know if Wu Buhua is alive or not, but if he can't catch the demon who killed Wu Buhua, according to military law, even if these generals escape back, they will inevitably die!

"Kill the demon and save the handsome!" "Kill the demon and save the handsome!" Hundreds of households and brand leaders understood it, raised their knives together, and continued to ride their horses towards Shuaitai. The murdered Marshal must still be near Shuaitai, and no one can see how he ran over, but no matter what, he can't be allowed to escape while he's in chaos.

"Boom!" Before they could get fifty paces away, there was a violent muffled thunder behind them. The Mongolian Qianhu who led the team turned back in surprise, only to see a demon wearing a Taoist robe and a flame-like golden crown on his head, holding a torch in one hand and a blue-white bamboo tube in the other, and throwing it towards the Rakshasa soldiers. Behind this man, there were thousands of ant thieves, all holding torches high, each with a blue-white bamboo tube.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" When the bamboo tube fell to the ground, there was a series of loud noises, the firelight mixed with thick smoke scurrying, and the Rakshasa soldiers who exposed their calves were burning so much that they were holding their heads and running away, and ghosts were crying wolves.

"Only the light can cleanse the evil of the world. Only the light can know the past and the future. Only the light, all evils are easy to dispel, only the light, no fear, no worries, no disease, no death, the soul is immortal! In the light of the fire and the smoke of gunpowder, the light made Tang Zihao's face full of compassion, holding a torch in one hand and a bamboo tube filled with black powder in the other, leading more than 1,000 believers, throwing them as they walked. The Rakshasa ghost soldiers encountered along the way were all spent in the Kingdom of Light.

"Kill the Tartars!" Getting rid of the pressure of the pursuers, Sesame Li led his cronies and turned around and returned to the battlefield.

"Kill the Tartars!" Mao Gui, the former military governor, was also keenly aware of the changes behind him, gathered the remnants of his troops, gritted his teeth, and rushed in to get closer to Sesame Li.

"Kill the Tartars!" Wei Zixi, the commander of the Wind Word Battalion, crawled out of the pile of corpses and pounced on one of the Goryeo servants closest to him. The Korean man was so frightened that he ran away, ignoring Wei Zixi's empty hands at the moment, while he himself was holding a bright and dangling Pu knife.

"Kill the Tartars!" "Kill the Tartars!"

Zhao Jun came back with a kill!

Peng Da is back from killing!

Those who haven't had time to flee far, and those who have already been injured and fallen to the ground, as long as they can still walk, they all raised their weapons one after another and rushed towards the Meng Yuan soldiers who retreated in panic!

A moment ago, they were a herd of lambs who had lost their courage and were slaughtered. At this moment, they all turned back into lions.

"Kill the Tartars, kill the Tartars!" The people who were forced by the Goryeo servants to stand on the bank of the Yellow River and wait to be killed were also enthusiastic when they saw the scene on the battlefield. Stoop down and pick up stones and clods of earth, grab them in your hands, and rush at the nervous Koreans, beating them to the head!

"Kill the Tartars, kill the Tartars!" The four gates of Xuzhou City were opened, and soldiers, auxiliary soldiers, and countless ordinary people, carrying kitchen knives, wooden sticks, and bamboo poles, rushed to the battlefield. In the blink of an eye, the remaining Mongolian soldiers and Rakshasa ghosts were engulfed in a torrent.

Note: During the American Civil War, the shells of the 12-pounder howitzer cannon were filled with black powder with a dose of 500 grams.