Originally, those Yellow Turban wrestlers were there to fight hand-to-hand with the natives who rushed up bravely.

Although the whole process is heroic and heroic for the aborigines, it is quite boring for the Yellow Turban Warriors, nothing more than a team of indigenous people screaming and rushing up, and the Yellow Turban Warriors raise their slaps and slap them all to death. Of course, there are many natives who rush up, and they often hang yellow turban wrestlers all over their bodies, making the yellow turban wrestlers scramble, quite wolf, but there is not much danger.

If you have to make an analogy, it is probably equivalent to a human dealing with a group of ants, as long as it is not a colony of ants like a big killer such as marching cannibalism, there is basically no problem.

If Ye Kemo was still presiding over the battle in person, he might have noticed this and started to change other response plans, but now Ye Kemo himself is difficult to protect, and most of the natives who are fighting in many battles have not noticed this, and they just think that Ye Kemo has not changed his order, and has been charging forward desperately. And before the Yellow Turban wrestlers got Yong Bowen's new order, they could only slap their fists and slap them.

With this order, the originally stalemate on the battlefield immediately changed.

All the Yellow Turban wrestlers stopped throwing their fists almost at the same time.

The Indigenous soldiers, who fought directly with the Yellow Turbans, were most aware of this change. Suddenly, the fist like a huge hammer that kept swinging disappeared, and the mountain-like pressure that followed disappeared at the same moment, and all the indigenous soldiers felt loosened, although they didn't understand what was going on, but they still shouted and rushed towards the Yellow Turban Lux according to their inertia, and the most recent one jumped onto the Yellow Turban Lurest, and some of the people who were originally hanging on the Yellow Turban Lux were poking with weapons, and some climbed up to find a vulnerable place to deliver a fatal blow.

The Yellow Turban wrestlers no longer flapped in a hurry, but calmly took things out of the box behind them.

Each Yellow Turban Lux carries a large box in the shape of a long strip on his back.

Judging from the appearance, the box looks like Yong Bowen's multi-functional sword box.

In fact, this is the large and condensed version of the sword box specially customized by Yong Bowen for the Yellow Turban Lux, with relatively few storage types and compression space, but it is also enough for the Yellow Turban Lux.

The price of this thing is not expensive, but there are some waste materials to make it.

Originally, Yong Bowen didn't think of making sword boxes for the Yellow Turban wrestlers, after all, this kind of puppet was still newly made and had not been put into use, and he didn't know what defects or what needed to be equipped. It's just that when he was free a while ago, he went to the franchise store of Chengshi Company to buy a similar sword box for his female apprentice Han Ya as equipment, and occasionally thought that this was mainly ordered for a thousand, which is still thanks to the fact that he is familiar enough with Yu Chengshi, if he changes it, he will probably refuse on the grounds that the order quantity is too small and the cost of transforming the production process is too high, to put it bluntly, it is not profitable.

The fastest Yellow Turban Lux pulled out his backhand, took a thick and long black cylinder, like a single bazooka, carried it on his shoulder, and pulled the wrench on the other Yellow Turban Lux around him.

There was a sharp snort, and a blue and white flame gushed out from the mouth of the cylinder, but the natives of hell who came into contact with this flame immediately burst into flames as if they had been doused with gasoline, and the soldiers of the land who crawled on the Yellow Turban Lux were like ripe fruits, with flames all over them, and fell down one by one with a scream.

More than 100 Yellow Turban wrestlers took out black cylinders one after another, carried them on their shoulders and kept spraying flames, first roasting off the natives on their companions around them, and then began to attack the natives in front of them. These more than 100 Yellow Turban wrestlers spewed flames while moving their feet, and soon formed a loose linear array, each of which could control a range of nearly 300 meters by relying on the flamethrower in his hand, and the flames spewed out were connected together, and the enemy in front of him quickly disappeared like ice and snow in hot soup.

This fire is called the Sun True Fire, although it is slightly inferior to the Samadhi True Fire, but for the Hell natives with a strong Yin Qi, it is a natural nemesis.

The official name of this flamethrower in the hands of the Yellow Turban Lux is a variety of flame function jets, with a built-in flame excitation plate to generate flames, this flame excitation plate is divided into several categories of more than ten models, can stimulate ordinary flames, Taiyin true fire, sun true fire, Samadhi true fire, synthetic Dan fire and other dozens of different flames, can be called the magic flame types of the encyclopedia.

Such a full range of functions, of course, the price is also very expensive, especially the functional core of the excitation plate, each of which is sky-high in general, if you really buy it at full price, Yong Bowen can't afford to pay for this net worth, so it is pre-pledged with the year-end share dividends of the colonial company, just look at the company's year-end benefits.

Even so, Yong Bowen couldn't afford to buy a full set of stimulus plates, so he only bought three kinds for the time being, the Sun True Fire, the Taiyin True Fire and the Samadhi True Fire.

At this time, it can be seen that the quality of the weapons produced by Yu Chengshi Company is guaranteed, and it is not too easy to deal with the natives of hell for the first time.

If the indigenous soldiers still had the courage to fight under the pressure of the general's powerful bullet in the face of the Iron Fist of the Yellow Turban Warrior, then in the face of this absolutely irreversible fighting trend and the innate fear of the yang flame of the true fire of the sun, any courage was burned to ashes by the rushing flames.

Although the officers and overseers in the rear kept shouting and urging the battle, and continued to kill and cower, the soldiers who rushed to the front still did not dare to rush into the flames, and for a while, all the teams pushed forward and backward and crowded into a mess.

The general was in a hurry, urging while looking at the camp wall, hoping to get the commander's order.

No matter how stupid a general is with such a play, he can see that it is purely like sending him to death.

But it didn't matter if they looked at it, but anyone who looked up at the wall of the camp would break out in a cold sweat on the spot, if they had the function of cold sweat.

The camp wall on which the handsome man had just stood is gone!

No, it's not gone! It's collapsed! It's all scorched soldiers down there!

Take a closer look to the left, he, good guy, there are more than 100 Yellow Turban wrestlers standing in the compartment over there, and the surrounding soldiers have been killed!

Nima's, what's going on?

Could it be that the handsome is dead?

Quite possibly!

Where did those 100 yellow turban wrestlers come from?

Could it be that it flew from the sky?

The news quickly spread among the generals, and soon spread from among the generals to the ears of the soldiers who were too timid to fight.

What the? Dashuai is dead?

The commanders are all dead, what are we fighting here!

This is not a fight, it is purely a death sentence!

Why send to death?

In the future, it is absolutely dead, and there may be a glimmer of life in the future!

Almost all the soldiers who rushed to the front had this idea and began to turn around and run back.

At the beginning, the Overseer team also killed some escapees, but later on, more and more people escaped, it was really hard to kill, and more importantly, as soon as there were many deserters, this courage also grew, and it was already unpleasant to look at this Overseer team, at this time, how could they bow their heads and let them kill?

Nima's, Lao Tzu is fighting to the death in front, you bastards are killing us in the back, it's all death anyway, it's better to just fight.

So the routs swarmed up, and in a short time they killed the warlord's team cleanly.

As the saying goes, there is a kind of school, and if a team does it first, the other teams will not be polite, and they are all timid to deal with the Sun True Fire of the Yellow Turban Lux, but it is very easy to kill the Governor team. The clever Warlord saw that it was not good, and turned around and followed.

The entire battalion battlefield collapsed in the blink of an eye.

The defeated soldiers cried and threw their weapons, and fled backwards without a single move.

The more than 100 yellow turban wrestlers lined up in a skirmish line followed behind with a flame canister with an expressionless face, as if they were burning straw after harvesting the crops.

More than 100 Yellow Turban wrestlers in the rear formed another skirmish line, took out round oversized grenades from the sword box behind their backs, pulled the ring and threw it forward. The Yellow Turban wrewks were infinitely powerful, threw too far, fell to the front of the rout team everywhere, and exploded a piece of flames, like a piece of sparks, blowing up the rout on their backs, originally escaped with some order, basically the original teams gathered together and ran back, and now by this bombing, they were blindfolded when they landed, and even the southeast and northwest were not clear, crying dad and shouting like headless flies scurrying around, and for a time they collided with each other and trampled on countless deaths and injuries.

In the midst of the chaos, I suddenly heard a loud rumbling noise, and the dust and smoke rose, but the rout soldiers knocked down the four camp walls one after another, and they scattered like birds and beasts out of the cage, and fled in all directions. Of course, most of them instinctively ran westward, hoping to escape the Wraith River, escape back to the territory of the Fire Tree Dynasty, and escape back to their homeland.

The Yellow Turban wrestlers in the rear dispersed, and each group of three or two chose one direction and began to pursue the rout, but the two rows of Yellow Turban wrestlers who were originally lined up in the straggler line were still lined up, and fell behind the rout fleeing west with neat steps, unhurriedly spewing flames and throwing grenades, as if driving the largest group of routs towards the direction of the Ghost River.

It's easy to come and go quickly, this sentence is used on this Fire Tree Dynasty Eastern Crusade Group, and it really can't be more appropriate.

Hundreds of thousands of troops slaughtered the Ghost River with great momentum, but before they even got the opportunity to start a decisive battle head-on, the Chinese army had already been killed and scattered.

The defeated soldiers were defeated for thousands of miles, in order to escape for their lives, they didn't want to run desperately, and they didn't know how much they scattered and how many they died, but when they fled to the ghost river, there were still tens of thousands of people left, and they rushed to the ghost river bridge, all of them wanted to cross the bridge and go home, but the soldiers were many and the bridge was narrow, how could they accommodate so many soldiers at once, and it only took a moment to squeeze the water, and it was so stuck, you hugged me and squeezed, it was difficult to move an inch, but the rout soldiers behind were still squeezing on the bridge one after another, and suddenly heard a commotion, I don't know how many natives exclaimed in unison, and the defeated soldiers on the side of the bridge fell off the bridge like dumplings.

When the unjust souls in the ghost river found so many natives passing by, they had already gathered under the bridge, tossed and clamoured, and when they saw it fall, they immediately pounced on it with ecstasy, and dragged it to the bottom of the river. Basically, one of the routs who fell down was counted as one, and as long as they fell into the river, there was no shadow.

I'm a little tired of the dividing line***********************

My father was discharged from the hospital on the weekend, and he was busy with work for the past two days, and he didn't have time to write.

From today, it should be able to be renewed, and the debt owed in March will be paid slowly first.