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The huge fireballs that rushed down the slope continued to rampage, and the Japanese soldiers who had no time to dodge were either killed or wounded. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info [Burning ^ Text ^ Library] Compared with small fire bombs, this enlarged version of the fire bomb is much simpler to make, woven with wet rattan on the outside, and filled with the same flammable materials, but several times larger.

The Japanese army, who had just arrived at the tidal flat in the rear and jumped into the water that had flooded their calves, and came to reinforce them, could not help but be stunned when they saw this scene, and even forgot the stones and log obstacles under their feet, and stumbled in embarrassment, wrapped in muddy water.

"Oh my God, how many means does the boss on the other side have?"

Kojiro couldn't help but let out a back cry in his heart.

The short slope became the death slope of the Japanese army, and the boulders, fire bullets, and arrows rained together into an insurmountable chasm, and the ground of the slope was dyed red. In less than half an hour, at least more than 1,000 Japanese soldiers were buried on the death slope and the pier that had turned into a tidal flat, and countless people were injured, not counting the more than 50 ships docked on the edge of the pier and smashed into tatters by Peng Yue and his people.

Now there are only more than 30 dilapidated ships left, and all of them are stranded on the tidal flats. Naturally, Tian Bule would not let the fire bombs be wasted on those broken ships that were destined to be broken wood.

"Quick, rush me, you fools, don't retreat, the samurai won't be afraid of death. ”

Kojiro watched the heavy casualties of his men, his eyes were red and almost dripping blood, and he desperately slapped the men around him with the back of his knife, so that they could muster up the courage to continue moving forward.

The well-trained Japanese soldiers quickly calmed down from their panic, and a large number of Japanese soldiers gritted their teeth and picked up pieces of broken wooden planks from the ground to block them. But they were desperate to find that the pitiful defenses in front of them could not stop the attacks from all directions.

Seeing their comrades-in-arms being torn to pieces one by one by boulders, fire bullets, bows and arrows, the enemy's seemingly never-ending attacks were rapidly crushing, squeezing out their courage.

The living Japanese army around them turned into blood lotuses that bloomed outward, and there were broken arms and stumps everywhere, and even the blue-black cliff that was close to the slope was splashed with blood.

Those small pits that let the boulder blow out are like a small bathtub, which is not filled with fragrant flowers and petals, but thick, ** with strange dark red smelly blood, and even some Japanese soldiers accidentally fell into it and stood up again, because their hands were in a hurry, they no longer grabbed the war knife, but the hideous stump that made the blood so that the soul trembled.

The Japanese soldiers in the rear simply threw down the increasingly heavy war knives in their hands and lay in the shadows of the broken ships on the tidal flats, cowering and revealing their black buttocks, like a group of hasty yellow eels burrowing in the mud.

But some of the Japanese army still did not give up, they shouted frantically, cheered for themselves, and rushed towards the mudflats with all their might, countless Japanese soldiers were red-eyed, like gamblers who were in a hurry to lose their eyes were making a last stand, their actions aroused the courage of the forwards, stood up from the tidal flats again, brandished the war knife in their hands, and launched an almost suicidal charge towards the slope.

The attack on the sloping wall suddenly slowed down, and the speed of the swarming Japanese soldiers suddenly increased by a few points.

Just when the Japanese soldiers were still a dozen steps away from the city gate, oil pots appeared on the city wall, and the hot fire oil poured down from the city wall, and the Japanese soldiers stained with fire oil instantly turned into human torches, tumbling down the slope.

The slope was soaked in oil, and the ground was as slippery as a fish's belly. The Japanese soldiers who stepped on the slope staggered forward as if they were drunk, and if one of the Japanese soldiers accidentally fell, they could bring down a large number of people, so the Japanese soldiers fell one by one as if they had a fall and head infection. The Yamatai soldiers, who were hiding behind the walls, kept shooting their bows and arrows in their hands, like a sharp scythe, which was held in the hands of a skilled old peasant, humming a peasant tune, and easily and sickle-by-sickle harvesting the full ears of rice, and the corpses were like bundles of fallen dry firewood, laying down the entire slope, and the solid mud surface of the slope had soaked the thick blood plasma as slippery as watered tiles.

Blood and boiling oil mixed together to create a disgusting smell.

The appearance of the giant fire bomb caused countless desperate screams and hasty dodges.

The giant fireball sparked a small fire wherever it went, like a terrible death, and the fireball contaminated with fire oil burned even more fiercely, and no one could stop its progress. The fierce flames ignited everything that could be ignited, and the fire spirits went mad and devoured everything on the clipper......

Kojiro, whose right hand had been broken by a flying boulder, was eventually pulled away from the slopes and tidal flats by his loyal men, hiding in the mud that stirred up the salty water, staring blankly at the slopes strewn with corpse fragments.

"Yaki Okami, what the hell is going on? Is this still the opponent we encountered not long ago?"

Kojiro's mouth trembled like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, and his eyes were desperate and sad like an old farmer who saw the seedlings in the field washed away by the flood, and his face covered in mud made tears rush out of two ravines. He remembered the rumor he had heard before, that Qi State, a powerful country from the Central Plains, had led an army to rescue Yamatai, but could it be that his opponent was the navy army of Qi State? He remembered that after they had almost wiped out the Yamatai navy half a month ago, the navy of Tamna insisted on leaving.

"We were lied to. Shameful Tamna people, the great god of Yaqi will not forgive you. ”

Kojiro's heart was full of resentment, but he forgot that when the Tamna navy asked to leave, he wished that they would go faster, so that the people of Tamna would not share the spoils behind.

"Surrender and don't kill!" "Surrender and don't kill!"

At this time, a huge wave of shouts rang out all around.

Kojiro looked around and saw that all four sides were full of enemy flags.

One by one, the Japanese soldiers put down the swords in their hands and knelt on the ground, and the tidal flats were densely covered with kneeling Japanese soldiers.

After a while, only Kojiro and a few henchmen were still standing in the entire tidal flat, and a Japanese general trembled and said, "General, let's surrender." ”

The corners of Kojiro's mouth moved, and he said, "Cast"

Before he could finish his words, the pupils of the Japanese general who had just spoken suddenly contracted like the eye of a needle, and before he could even give a warning, a dozen fire bombs crossed a beautiful arc and came above them, and the last sight he saw was an orange, orange filled with the flames of death.

Clusters of orange-red flames drowned out where Kojiro and his henchmen had stood, screams and wails dotted them, and their distorted faces and scattered limbs disappeared into the flames.

Kojiro's ears could no longer hear any sound, blood was spilling from his facial features, his ribs were broken even beyond his clothes, his vision was blurry, he tried to open his mouth, like a silver carp about to die of thirst in the desert, every breath he breathed, all he inhaled was the choking smoke, the hot smoke burned between the lobes of his lungs, as if the inside of his chest was about to burst at any moment.

Kojiro felt like a worm thrown into a pot of firecrackers, the storm of purgatory patiently tearing and exploding every inch of his skin over and over again, his desperate and blurry eyes widening desperately, and there was only red in his eyes, as if he had been in a bloody purgatory.

Eventually, a fire bomb slammed into his head, sending red and white objects flying, and Kojiro's broken limbs twitched and were consumed by the flames...

On the surface of the sea that has gradually calmed down, there are the voices of seabirds chirping happily, one after another, spreading farther and farther......

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