The donkey's worries were unnecessary, and the task of the cavalry of the Fuliao Army was to clear the Korean formation as soon as possible to prevent anyone from organizing the surviving Korean soldiers again.

But the donkey didn't know about it, and in extreme fear and worry, he rolled his eyes and fainted in fright.

Unlike the donkey who pretended to be dead, Lee Seung-hwan was quite sober from beginning to end.

When the explosion came suddenly, Lee Seung-hwan was rushing to the right flank cavalry assembly point, his position was outside the main array, and he would not have been harmed by the explosion; But his luck was really bad, and a stone that exploded nearby smashed into the eye of his war horse, and he was blinded at once; After feeling the madness of the horse under the crotch, Lee Seung-hwan jumped off the war horse as soon as possible, and lay on the ground with the situation, surviving the long baptism of explosives.

Like Quan Zhinan, at the moment of falling off the horse, Li Chenghuan had already figured out that Wang Ting's conquest this time was over! It's completely over!

Not only a fiasco, but also a brittle defeat!

Ming Kou's gun* played well, and Li Chenghuan was deeply impressed - the collapsed courtyard wall of the Liu family's mansion was still deeply imprinted in his mind, but the whole process could still be seen after all.

This time it's completely different! Not only is the amount and scope extremely large, but the most important point is that they can actually bury so many explosives under the noses of the conquest army without realizing it!

How exactly do they do it? Is this something that people can do?

Lee Seung-hwan, who has never believed in ghosts and gods, was in a trance in the continuous explosions! Lost! Shaken!

No, no! This is certainly not something that ordinary people can do! Only an immortal can do it without a trace! So seamless! So mysterious!

You will never be able to win against such an opponent!

As soon as the explosion stopped, Lee Seung-hwan realized that he was in deep fear, he jumped to his feet, roughly judged a direction, and stumbled forward.

The buzzing in his ears, the thick smoke of gunpowder that made the surrounding area as chaotic as if the heavens and the earth had just opened, and the uneven ground further deepened the fear in his heart - no matter what, he must escape from this Shura killing field as soon as possible! He never wanted to face these enlightened people with the help of gods and Buddhas again!

Walking and walking, Lee Seung-hwan fell into the endless darkness, making him dizzy.

It took him a long time to wake up, and by the light coming in from above him, he could see that he was in a place that resembled a trench.

The trench was not too deep, just enough for Lee Seung-hwan to stand up straight, and the width of the trench was just enough for two people to walk sideways; Reaching out and touching the top of his head, Lee Seung-hwan found that it was a neatly arranged log; Walking back to the gap where he had just fallen and taking a closer look, Lee Seung-hwan finally understood: the top of the ditch was covered with logs, and it was filled with more than a foot of dirt.

After figuring out where he was, Lee Seung-hwan was even more confused in his heart: When did there be an extra trench here? Where does this trench communicate? Who dug this ditch?

Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind like lightning—could this mysterious explosion have something to do with the trench?

That's right! It must have been Akito who dug this ditch! Then wait for the conquest army to set up its formation, and quietly plant gun* under their feet! Only in this way can we explain why myself, and even so many people in the big array, are unaware of the gun* planted by the Ming people!

But Li Chenghuan thought about it again, and felt that it was wrong.

Not to mention how one could know in advance where the conquest army would be encamped? Where? If you want to plant gunpowder wherever you want within a radius of several miles, how much must you dig in this trench? Isn't this trench like a spider's web?

Deep fear instantly turned into a strong curiosity, and Lee Seung-hwan crawled out along the gap, found some sticks and strips of cloth on the ground, and simply tied a torch before returning again, and began to investigate the mysterious trench - he was a very competitive man, and although the defeat was certain, he was extremely unwilling to lose; Now that there is a chance to find out the truth about his own failure, of course he will investigate it without hesitation.

After taking out the fire fold in his arms and lighting the torch, Lee Seung-hwan's back disappeared into the darkness.

Right above his head, the battle continued.

Shen Teng followed behind the three battalions, one company, and three platoons, frowning and walking forward with one foot high and one foot low.

They were not so much fighting the Koreans as they were fighting the potholed land -- the bombing sites were so dense that there were one every two or three zhang, and each bombing point had blown up a deep crater, many of which had been blown up in succession and collapsed underground trenches, forcing people to move forward cautiously.

On such terrain, it is quite difficult to maintain a formation even if there is only a platoon of seventy or eighty men -- every time you cross a large pothole, you have to reorganize the formation, and the speed of advance is greatly reduced.

The smoke of gunfire had basically dissipated ahead, and the entire Korean array could be seen clearly - there were still many survivors, but most of them were still in a state of ignorance after the explosion, either sitting on the ground stupidly, or scurrying around like flies without their heads; However, some people came to their senses completely, and within Shen Teng's line of sight, there were at least three people dancing and beckoning, trying to organize their companions.

The cavalry to the south did not advance well either—the terrain placed greater restrictions on the cavalry—and the brethren of the cavalry battalion were mostly cautiously steering their horses through the pits of the earth, expecting them to disperse the Koreans.

If the Koreans were to organize such a thousand people to retreat to the Wollang Peak camp, the effect of this big explosion would be greatly reduced -- according to the secret discussion before the war, today they would have to pull out the grain road from the Wollang Peak camp all the way, and they must take Hebeichuan in one fell swoop before dark!

The reason for this arrangement was to drive the rout to storm the camps, and once the rout was organized and defended, the battle would be a tug-of-war - it would be no easier to attack a well-fortified camp than to attack a city!

Gotta speed up! The North Koreans can't be allowed to organize anymore!

This thought made Shen Teng's already hot heart even more disturbed, looking at the three rows of the slow team in front of him, he suddenly tore off his helmet and threw it on the ground, scratching his head fiercely - this is the first time he has served as a commander independently, if the battle is smashed, how can he face Chu Fan, Liu Zhongwen, and Brother Zhuzi?

Looking at it again, the other platoons scattered out were similar to the three platoons, all struggling to maintain their formation on the ground full of potholes.

What to do?

How can we drive these routs out of the big formation in the fastest time? (To be continued.) )