When the Jurchens failed to make a secret attack, they simply attacked openly, and when they forcibly crossed the river, Yelu Yujian's people who had arranged for them upstream also began to pour fierce fire oil into the river.

This time the coalition army fought, Ximen Qing gave Yelu Yujian a lot of good things, such as fierce fire oil. Of course, the wealth of large-scale killing weapons such as fire spray cans and fire chariots will not be exposed, but the marching supplies such as camping fires and lighting still make Yelu envious.

Yelu Yujian is definitely a genius who draws inferences, when he saw through the tricks of the Jurchens, he concentrated the fierce fire oil used for lighting the fire, and at this time it happened to go down the river, burning the river.

This change came suddenly, and the raging fire that suddenly ignited on the water surface caught the Jurchens off guard, and the red lotus flames not only devoured their bodies, but also swept away their fighting spirit.

Although the Jurchens are brave, they are still deeply superstitious after their civilization is not long ago. The day before yesterday, Ximen Qing Mare's plan, the Jurchen army was defeated inexplicably, thinking about it afterwards, you can still detect the clues, and it is just after suddenly realizing it, but at this time, the river suddenly caught fire, but it made the Jurchens terrified.

The fire is extinguished when it sees the water, when can it be attached to the water surface and burned--the Jurchens, who have never seen what the fierce fire oil is, first think of only two words - demon law!

The legend about Ximenqing immediately surged into my mind - the reincarnation of the three strange sons of Tianxing, and what one yuan, two saints, three Qing and four emperors, five directions, six yao, seven stars, eight departments, nine secluded and ten halls, etc., etc., are all relatives and friends, although they are mortal, but since ancient times, officials and bandits have not been separated, when they are all hooked up and chained, the gods and Buddhas in the sky are naturally towards him, calling for wind and rain, sprinkling beans into soldiers, turning water into oil, and holding stones into gold - against such a guy, is it still good?

In the past, when the Liao soldiers met the Jurchens, it was like a mouse seeing a cat, and after the Jurchens touched the fat and thin, they would bite at will - how could they resist so tenaciously today? Needless to say, it must be Yelu Yu who gave him what immortal talisman jade after Yelu Yu saw that Ximen Qing gave him the immortal talisman jade, so these cowardly Liao talents were reborn, and even now, they can even make a fire on the flowing river......

The flames on the Hunhe River were like a giant beast of the wilderness opening its hideous mouth, spitting out a fierce poisonous breath, and swallowed it overwhelmingly, swallowing all the Jurchen warriors on the river. The violent tongue of fire frantically licked everyone's exposed body on the surface of the river, although the tongue of fire was formless and substantial, but it was more terrifying than the tongue of the most vicious bear, the tongue of the bear full of barbs was only peeled off to make the skin of the human flesh bloom and the blood and bones were flying, and this tongue of fire was clustered, but it would not take away anything on your body, but the irresistible heat quickly condensed on your body, grabbing your flesh and blood glue into a layer of black shell, whenever someone shook and screamed and fell into the cold water under the sea of fire, The shell on the epidermis burst with cold, and the aroma of cooked meat had just overflowed from the thousands of wounds, and it was immediately wrapped in blue flames by the river......

Countless howls echoed across the river, and the blue leaping flames of fire and poison were beeping and laughing, dancing with the bitter howls of this tormented life, as if the creatures of hell were doing the final act of the curtain call—whether it was the curtain call of life or their own, it was enough to make them happy.

The fire scorched human oil, burned human flesh, exuded a fragrant or smelly smell, mixed with the unique smell of burning with fierce fire oil, and was stirred evenly by the steaming water vapor on the river surface, forming a new air flow, which was scattered on both sides of the bank under the light of the evening breeze. The smell of water blows on the face, the water enters the nose, and whoever touches it or smells it trembles in their hearts - this is the breath of death, sniffing and talking between their cheeks.

What he saw in his eyes, what he heard, whatever he saw and heard, was terrible and terrible—and countless people on both sides of the strait were secretly swallowing spit, as if a burning spark was attaching to his own throat, burning his neck to the point of scorching dryness. And unconsciously, even their tongues are wriggling as if they have come to life, and with the subtle movement of swallowing, they want to hide in their stomachs to take refuge, which makes countless mouths dry and bitter - from now on, they will not have such a good appetite for barbecue if they want to eat barbecue anymore - but the most they eat is barbecue! For the living, this has to be said to be the greatest tragedy.

The dead are suffering, and the living are suffering, and when the screams of Hell in the Hunhe River are heard at the height of their exuberance, they flourish and decline, and the heart-rending hissing suddenly falls silent—most of the humanoid flames of the wolf rush have fallen, and the muddy river silently embraces them, and at this time the fierce fire oil is no longer sustainable, and the flames on the river surface are also bright and extinguished in clusters in the east and west, as if countless dead souls are attached to it, and every jump of the flame is the last touch of the world, reluctant and unable to return to the sky.

The Jurchen warriors, whose formation was disrupted by the fierce flames, rushed to the bank of the river where the Liao army was located, but the Liao soldiers fulfilled their responsibility to defend the land, and under the rows of horizontal wood and rocks, they all fell down in front of the riverbank, making the final convulsions between the familiar and the half-familiar; And some of the Jurchen warriors at the end of the line rushed back to their shores with a wail of flames. Someone was deeply affectionate and rushed to the rescue, but was desperately hugged by the burning man who was dying and struggling, and never let go. In the flames rising, the two people screamed and fell, twisted and rolled, the charred skin and flesh adhered to the mess, and they were thrown all over the ground, and the panicked people next to them rolled up the sand and desperately covered these people - the water in the river did not dare to use it, under the demon law of Ximenqing, who knew whether it was water or oil - but the strange flames were like evil spirits, how could the sand cover them? From time to time, the crackling sound of flesh sounded under the sand, and gradually the burning man tangled into a solidified statue, and then there was no sound.

Even the Jurchens who did not set themselves on fire screamed, roared, waved their maces with tears, and slashed at their compatriots who were struggling to reach out to them.

When the lives that should have been exhausted were condensed by the fierce fire and poisonous flames, the battlefield on both sides of the Hunhe River fell into a deathly silence. The victor hates the enemy, and the loser hates the opponent, but at this time they are unable to put into words, as if this space is so fragile that it will collapse with a breath of breath, and everyone has to lose their voices collectively for their own safety.

But suddenly, an inhuman scream howled, perhaps at a normal volume, but in the current atmosphere, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is high-pitched. Everywhere the screams were enveloped, many people opened their mouths wide and covered their ears, and their nerves were trembling with the suppression of terror, and they could lose control at any time and join in this terrible chorus.

All the people who were stained with the fire oil were burned to death, and the one who was screaming now was Zhang Yinggu, who shed the first drop of blood - he was stabbed in the waist by Yelu Yujian and cut into two pieces, but he couldn't survive for a while, couldn't die, and struggled on the ground. When all the screams subsided, Zhang Yinggu's gradually chaotic head couldn't stand this painful silence, he longed for the whole world to scream in the misery, others didn't scream, then he screamed - so he screamed, in the scream, Zhang Yinggu grabbed the ground with both hands, dragged half of his body to the dripping intestines, and rotated and grinded in the ground, yearning for something for him to bite.

In this atmosphere, no one wanted Zhang Yinggu's solo to continue for a long time - a Liao soldier jumped out, waved a shot, pierced Zhang Yinggu's upper body crawling on the ground, and nailed it to the ground.

Zhang Yinggu's screams came to an abrupt end. His blood-soaked face was swirling with ripples of misery, and he twisted, tilted his head up and opened his mouth wide to the sky, his left hand on the ground, his right hand reaching back as hard as he could, trying to grasp the gun and pull it out—the last struggle of his life, silent, but thrilling to see all the people around him.

Another Liao soldier jumped up, hissed, the sword light was like practice, and slashed down with vigor - this knife was fast and ruthless, Zhang Yinggu broke his wrist, arm, and head, and the last corpse could not hold it anymore with a left arm, and finally fell down on his stomach - but all the hearts of everyone who saw all this were "booming", as if Mount Tai who had been hanging in the sky for half a day had fallen to the ground.

This time, the damned people were all dead, and the battlefield was finally silent.

The man was panting heavily, and the horse was neighing uneasily—even though the master strangled the horse's chew and strangled it, the fierce flames of fire on the muddy river were extinguished, and the black water was still flowing in a tumultuous manner, washing away the carcass that were charred on the outside and tender on the inside; Some of the bold turtles had begun to move towards this side, and they wanted to pounce on the corpses as soon as possible, and to exercise their duty to purify nature—everything was heard, but it was still silent.

This sudden fire was extinguished quickly, but in just a moment, it destroyed the lives of more than 400 Jurchen athletes.

Four hundred people is just a drop in the bucket for the 30,000 army of the Jin Kingdom, but the blow to morale is fatal!

Wanyan Sect prophesied with the national teacher, saying that the wolf lord was born from the heavens and was destined to become the king of the earth. But now that he is facing the reincarnated star Ximen Qinghou, he has been frustrated again and again. I don't know how much the word "purple" cursed Ximenqing cast, but this Ximenqing's demon fire is still burning in this purple river named by the wolf lord - is there still a way to fight this battle?

The Jurchens are not monolithic, but are divided into many large and small tribes, except for the Wanyan tribe led by Wanyan Aguta, who is loyal to the death, other tribes have their own small abacus. In the past, Wanyan Aguta led them to break through the Liao and seize the land, and the benefits were innumerable, and they naturally followed with an iron heart, but now, they ......

The eyes of countless Jurchens focused on Wanyan Aguta—their king was holding the national teacher of Wanyan Sect who had fainted with vomiting blood, standing there in a daze, looking at the Purple River, like a statue suffocating in silence. This is exactly what it is:

Although the song of Chu has passed, the river poisoning fireworks are born again. But I don't know what will happen next, and listen to the next breakdown.