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I fell to the ground, and the bones around me seemed to fall apart, and the specially selected horse was the best horse in the whole grassland. Although it was not injured by the gunpowder, it was frightened by the sudden loud noise, and threw its owner to the ground. If it weren't for my quick skills, he would have died under the crazy horse's hooves at this time.

The explosion of those gunpowders, in addition to the direct damage, the most terrible thing was that the Mongol mounts were all frightened. The horses they were riding, and the cattle that drove them to trade, were frightened mad by the loud noise. The frantic galloping horses were scurrying around, and even the cold blades couldn't stop them.

Those good men who are known as horse plasters on weekdays were lifted off their horses one by one, and those who couldn't hide were trampled on by the horses' hooves, and then the second and third......

In fact, far more soldiers were lost because their horses were frightened and went crazy than they were killed by explosives. Only then did he realize that he had come over, why did the Han people dismount. Their ears must have been stuffed with strips of cloth beforehand, and they were joined together to form improvised fortresses.

The horses that had been traded were tied to the trees and were laughed at by their retinue at the time. It now appears that this was all arranged, so that the impact of the explosion was minimized. "Is this the power of gunpowder?"

Looking at the wolf nationality in that place, this Mongolian elite has now become a lamb to be slaughtered, and the team has been scattered, and there is no formation to speak of. One by one, the soldiers struggled to their feet from the ground, staggering as if drunk.

Everyone opened their mouths and shouted hard to say what they were talking about, but in the ears of everyone in xī, there was a buzz, and they couldn't hear what others were saying at all. It only takes one charge from the cavalry, and none of them will die.

Fortunately, the state of the Uliangha team was not better than theirs, and they obviously did not know about the gunpowder, and the level of horse control of these people was far inferior to that of the other side. As soon as the explosion sounded, no one could still sit on the horse, and most of them were broken bones and tendons by the crazy mount, and they couldn't move, and the unlucky ones were directly trampled into meat puree.

The few who escaped by chance also ran around aimlessly as if facing the end of the world. No one knew where they were going, not even themselves.

If the Han people don't take the opportunity to attack, they will probably be saved. I thought as I struggled to hold the ground with my sweaty scimitar, barely standing up. Although he was only twelve years old, he had already practiced a good martial arts, and this small injury could not affect his walking.

Using the knife as a crutch, he climbed step by step towards a nearby mountain wall, and crossed this mountain beam, maybe he would be safe. A few of his Blood Pact brothers approached and helped him on his way up. But at this moment, the trumpet cannon and the red flag were unfurled, and a group of officers and soldiers wearing mandarin duck battle jackets swept towards these Mongols from far and near like a cloud of fire.

I only felt that it was dark in front of me, "The border army, the border army actually dares to come!" He couldn't help but roar angrily into the sky: "Maang, you calculate me! ”

This business was introduced by Maang, and the leader of the largest group of people who traded with the Mongols on the border army was also Maang. Now that his party is being designed, and the border army comes out to harvest the heads, if all this is not believed by Maang's design?

He secretly swore to himself: As long as he doesn't die this time, he will set up his son one day, raise troops to wash Guyuan and Xi'an, and cut Maang into pulp.

But now, his men and horses have lost the strength to fight, and they can't fight at all. I had to take the remnants of the defeated army and run to the mountain without my life.

After this beam, you will be saved. And those border troops are fortunately busy slashing and killing the Mongols who can't move, everyone even pushes and scolds each other in order to fight for a first-class red head, and no one cares about these fleeing Mongol soldiers.

Poor Kou Mo chasing, the Mongols at this time are the most desperate, why bother to work hard with them? I replied with a sigh of relief, as long as they don't catch up, there is still hope for everything.

But just as his hearing had recovered a little, he heard several earth-shattering cannons in his ears, and he had been frightened by the black 、、、 gunpowder, and now he almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, a few pro-soldiers supported him, and finally didn't let him fall, only to see that on the top of the mountain in front of them, a blue satin banner suddenly appeared, with a big horse character written on it.

Their old acquaintance, Maang, with his golden helmet and golden armor, and the bubble nails on his helmet, shimmered in the scorching sun. One hand pointed to the flag, and the other side drew on the other side of the table, saying something.

But Xī's ears couldn't hear the sound of anything at all, and he didn't know what Maang was saying no matter how he pointed out. He only knows that his great enemy is in front of him, that is, he teamed up with others to set up a situation and pitted himself.

Among those people are the hateful Uliangha people, it can be seen that Da Mingnu colluded with the Uliangha people, and joined forces to trap himself, and he will not avenge this revenge and swear not to be a man.

He took off his bow and slammed it into four wolf-tooth arrows. Although he is not very old, he is born with divine power and strong martial arts. Even though he was in pain, but when he saw this great enemy, he couldn't take care of all the pain, the bow opened like a full moon, the arrow walked like a meteor, and almost in an instant, he completed the action of drawing the bow and aiming. Four arrows shot out in a row, directly taking Maang under the banner of Daxu.

Originally, Ma Ang brought more than 200 of his own soldiers to ambush on this mountain, hoping to wait for the two sides to make a deal and kill and arrest him. But when he arrived at the place, he found that there seemed to be a lot of people in the city, and with his own manpower, it was likely that he would not be able to catch anyone in a hurry, but would be cleaned up by the Mongols.

He hadn't said hello to me beforehand, and he couldn't say hello either. You can't tell me that I plan to frame a Ming man, and I need your Mongolian cooperation, you can even pit your Ming people, why can't I pit the Mongols? At that time, I am afraid that no matter how fast I can run, I will not have further contact with him at all.

As a result, inexplicably, the two actually fought, and before Maang could see what was going on on the mountain, he saw a mess of porridge below, and then, there was the explosion that shook the heavens and the earth.

Rao is that he has been in the army for a long time, and this loud noise and the subsequent series of explosions also made his brain go blank for a moment, and it took half a day to come back to his senses. Then I saw a team of border troops out of nowhere, like a flock of tigers and sheep, to fight cheap people, cut off their heads and grab money.

When he saw this scene, a mouthful of old blood almost spurted out, you have to find out who it is first, okay? This is the brother of the right-wing 30,000 Jinong, you robbed his head, who can solve the trouble behind? But now that the person has been killed, the head has been cut, and the control is uncontrollable, the only thing that can be done is to keep me first.

He set up a big banner and fired a trumpet, just to tell me to answer, run to me, I am safe. He pointed to the flag with his finger, and also asked him to run to the door flag, and no one dared to kill people under his own door flag.

But I can't tell who is who in the two border armies, and in his eyes, there is no difference between you, you are all your own enemies. Even his hatred for Ma Ang is more than that of Yang Chengzu, one bow and four arrows, both fast and accurate, Rao is Ma Ang is from Jiangmen, full of martial arts, and it is not easy to block these arrows.

The guards next to him shot down two, he swung his knife to push away one branch, and the other arrow shot straight into his chest, but fortunately he was protected by heart guards, and only a spark sparked without hurting anyone. But the force of this arrow was too great, and he lay it across his chest in one breath, his face was flushed, and he couldn't shout the following words.

Ding Ding, a close confidant who was in charge of monitoring Yang Chengzu in Xi'an, saw that the general was hit by an arrow, his eyes were red, and he raised the big bow in his hand and shot it at me, "Dare to hurt my general, little Tartar, you will die for me!" ”