"Boom~~!"

Lin Xiaowu saw a huge orange-red fireball slam out of the ground near Daxu, and waited for a while before hearing the loud sound that shook people's ears!

The thick layer of earth was lifted, and everything on the ground, whether it was people, horses, or many log sticks, was thrown into the sky without exception, and then fell heavily!

The three tall dragons were blown to the ground like weak grass, and the big silk embroidered with a silver dragon just smashed into the cavalry group lined up, like a giant whip that was pulled down fiercely, and immediately drew out a blood groove.

At the center of the explosion point was Izumi Tomoo's personal team, dozens of heavily armed personal guards and horses were released from paper kites, flew high for seven or eight feet, and then turned into a rain of blood and sprinkled the earth again.

The worst thing is the large array of the Chinese army - the stones raised by the violent explosion are like lead pellets fired by firebolts, and suddenly a semicircular gap is "gnawed" at the back of the large array!

The wind caused by the explosion even blew to the hot air balloon at the head of Yingzhou City, and the rattan basket shook violently, and Lin Xiaowu stumbled under his feet and almost fell; He opened his mouth stupidly, but his gaze was reluctant to leave the rising mushroom-shaped smoke cloud for a moment.

The mushroom cloud didn't attract him for long, and soon, the continuous explosions kept his eyes busy.

Blazing fireballs burst out of the vast land continuously, like the stars constantly flashing in the summer night sky; The circular waves of qi stirred up by the fireballs were like blooming flowers of death, decorating the land of mid-spring with another blood-colored beauty; The rumbling explosions were mixed with all kinds of screams, wails, exclamations and screams, which did not look like the human world.

The air waves struck, shaking a hot air balloon like a boat in the angry waves, but Lin Xiaowu didn't seem to realize it, half of his body was almost enough to get out of the rattan basket, and he had only one thought in his heart:

Mother! Such a spectacular sight, it is better to fall to death than to miss it!

At the head of the city, Fu Gou'er also looked at the outside of the city intently against the wind of hunting.

The angle was different, so the big explosion in his eyes was a different scene.

When the first explosion sounded, the restless but orderly formation of the North Koreans fell silent, as if time had stopped instantly, and all of them remained in their last-minute positions until the rumbling explosion swept them away or drowned them out.

On the ground, a forest of pillars of smoke suddenly rose, and it continued to spread around; The Korean Great Array seemed to have turned into a boiling cauldron, only in it tumbling not boiling water but stumps, severed arms, and all sorts of broken pieces of wood; The originally fresh air was instantly mixed with the burning of black fire* medicine and the smell of blood, which was so thick that it could not be dissolved.

The strong visual impact made Fu Gou'er's brain blank, his left hand holding the fire gun and his right hand holding the tong bar trembled as if they were swinging, and a large piece of wet space had already been wet between his legs - he didn't realize all this, and only two words repeatedly spit out from his trembling lips: "Oh my God! ”

While Lin Xiaowu and Amu were staring at the Shura killing field, Izumi Zhinan was already dead—he had dodged the violent explosion under the Great Sword, but he had not been able to dodge the much smaller one that was facing the nest car.

In just a few breaths between the two explosions, Izumi Tomoo had already figured out that he was plotted by Mingkou.

When the smoke of the explosion was blown into the nest car, Izumi had already judged that this was not some illusion spell, but that Ming Kou had buried a large amount of black* gunpowder under the big gunpowder!

Seeing the three-sided big stubble being easily blown down like a straw stalk in a strong wind, he immediately felt a deep sense of self-reproach in his heart - he never imagined that this battle, which had lasted for months, was carefully planned and won in such an unbelievable way!

That's right! It's just defeated-although he is still alive, although he still has thousands of elites, although his large array is still basically complete, but he knows that he is defeated!

This is because Daxu has fallen - Daxu is his symbol, and Daxu has fallen, which means that he is dead in full view of the whole army!

In the war of this era, the death of the commander can only mean one thing - the rout!

So self-blame only stayed in his mind for less than a breath, and this veteran who had been through a hundred battles began to plan how to deal with the aftermath? How to stop the rout, revive the remnants, and resist the attack of the Ming Kou after the defeat? How to keep Jeju City, the last foothold, for the royal court? How to ask the royal court to choose another virtuous person and raise the army?

He even figured out how he would kill himself to thank the world after dealing with all this!

But these chaotic thoughts were soon torn apart by the ensuing explosions!

Since Ming Kou was able to bury black* gunpowder under the Daxu Ground, how could he let go of this neatly lined up army of conscripts? With a slight blink of mind, Izumi understood how naïve his previous plan was! How ridiculous! How stupid!

Another ruthless and desperate person who never leaves any hope for the other party - this is Izumi Tomoo's evaluation of the leader of the Ming Kou who he has never met!

In the midst of the old tears, Izumi Zhinan smiled bitterly and shook his head - before this moment, he had learned about this Mingkou leader from various channels, and got the impression that he was a young, elegant, and kind Mingguo Xiucai!

It is precisely because of this impression that the veteran naturally came to the conclusion that when this Ming Guoxiu was pressed by the army, the most likely choice was to defend the city and force himself to retreat through a war of attrition!

False! What a fallacy this is!

These thoughts came one after another, but they flashed in Izumi Zhinan's mind for a moment, and everywhere he looked, it had become a hell on earth!

The nest car was in a very high position, and of course his vision was very wide, which made him have to watch how his army could collapse in an instant in a purgatory-like attack!

With every violent explosion, some of the unprepared soldiers on the Chinese army's large array would always be torn apart on the spot, and the people would be turned into a pool of blood and fragments of flesh in mid-air; Within a kilometer of the explosion point, there was no living person in sight, and the flesh and blood were blurred by the crumbling stones and wood; The worst soldiers, who were a little farther away, were rushed by the loud sound of the explosion and the powerful air current, and they were bleeding from all seven orifices, and they were all ragged and black-faced, like evil ghosts; And those who are unlucky, who are thrown high and fall heavily with spears that hit accurately, but they will not die for a while, nailed to the ground and let out a terrible wail!

Everything stabbed the veteran like a knife in the heart, and in despair, he pulled out the sword from his waist and slashed it across his throat.

"Boom!"

Under the high nest car, an orange-red ball of fire burst suddenly.

Izumi Tomo, the long-cherished North Korean veteran, finally experienced the taste of hell's wrath at the last moment of his life! (To be continued.) )