Inside the Yanghekou Fort, Arazhiin had been awakened by this loud noise.

At once, he pushed away the woman who was on the couch with him, who had been taken captive from the previous pass, and who had been tormented all over the past few days.

The woman was terrified and cried out.

He raised his hand and slapped her, and she rolled off the couch and curled up to the side.

When he heard the movement outside, he guessed that something must have happened, so he put on a fur coat and went out of the house.

At this time, after leaving the house, Arazhiin was stunned by the scene in front of him.

The whole camp was in a sea of fire, all in chaos, and there were terrible screams everywhere, which made people's scalps tingle to hear, like hell on earth.

The horses were completely out of control under the light of the fire and the sound of explosions, and rushed out of the stables.

The grain and grass that was thrown into the mouth of Yang He has now turned into ashes.

The heart of the Agar Zhiyuan is dripping blood......

He kept his eyes open and searched hard, and finally he found the culprit of everything.

Heavenly......

In the distance, the sky had turned white, and hundreds of flying balls appeared in the air as if they had been born out of thin air.

The dense tent made the task much easier, no need to aim, just drop the lit powder packs and Molotov cocktails to become a nightmare for the Warats below.

The Warats were already in complete panic and in a mess.

After all, who sleeps well and suddenly encounters such a catastrophe.

Whoever rests on it will be crazy.

More and more Warats noticed that something was wrong and looked at the sky in amazement.

Someone opened his bow and set up arrows, and a few arrows shot out, but they could only fall weakly in mid-air.

The flying ball was far beyond the range of the bow and arrow.

An asymmetrical war, in which the gap is far greater than people imagine.

In this environment, more people can't even think of fighting back.

Desperate, he found that he couldn't even organize a counterattack.

Or rather, he didn't know how to fight back.

Because his enemies did not appear before him, but in heaven.

"Immortal Heaven, Great Emperor, Great Emperor, Great Emperor, Great Emperor sent down heaven to punish ......"

I don't know who was first reminded of the previous memories and shouted in horror.

When Zhu Qizhen escaped, many people had seen such a thing.

So, a legend was passed down by word of mouth in private.

Today, this legend seems to have been confirmed.

When people are in extreme fear, they are irrational and blindly obedient.

Even Arazhiyuan had a moment when his heart was shaken a little.

Is it really the Ming Emperor, the punishment of the Immortal Heaven?

When he came back to his senses, countless people had fallen to the ground with reverent worship, still muttering something in their mouths.

But all in vain.

The Ming army on the flying ball doesn't matter if you pray sincerely or not, what they have to do is to dump all the gunpowder packets and Molotov cocktails that they brought out.

Ah Ra Zhiyuan's eyes erupted with fire, and he roared angrily: "What heavenly punishment? Open your eyes and see, it's Mingren on it, it's Mingren......"

The phoenix roared and disappeared into the explosion.

At this moment, an explosion sounded not far from the Arazhiyuan, and the loyal guards pounced on him immediately.

But he still felt a sharp pain, the whole person was shaky, his consciousness began to withdraw from his body, and in a daze, he finally passed out.

The sharp pain continued to irritate Arazhiin, waking him up from his coma.

Luckily, his guards helped him block the iron and steel balls flying in the distance.

Countless iron filings and steel balls smashed the guards into a sieve in the blink of an eye, and almost all the whole body was shattered.

Even so, Arazhiin paid the price of one eye.

An iron splinter slammed into his eye socket.

By the time he woke up, it was all over.

The flying ball in the sky disappeared without a trace, and the ground ......

Within a radius of twenty zhang, almost everything was reduced to nothing.

Grain, grass, tents, horses, everything, all were gone.

In the air, the stench mixed together after all kinds of fire lingers, which makes people sick.

Arazhiin stood up and came to the wall.

Along the way, no matter who it was, it was all pitch black, indifferent and mechanically doing something, but it seemed that nothing was done, and no one paid attention to him.

What kind of scene does this look like?

It's not so much about putting out the fire, it's about burning and almost extinguishing itself.

It was almost clean, nothing was left.

Looking at the tragic situation around him, Ah Razhiyuan's heart was like a knife.

The army of 5,000 men had completely collapsed at this time.

The two people not far away, just because of the collision, one drew a knife and slashed the other straight to the ground.

The people around didn't step forward, just watched indifferently.

Even some people's eyes that were still blank just now became a glimmer of light, and their eyes showed a sense of eagerness.

Ara's Governor couldn't take care of so much anymore, so he ordered the war horse to be retrieved and try to recover the losses.

In the camp tent, the grain and grass have turned to ashes, and only the war horses still have room to recover.

Most of the horses were not burned, but were frightened and ran out.

It's just that now, the order of the Arazhiyuan has been almost ignored.

The only thing he could command was the five hundred men around him.

They tried their best to find the scattered horses, but they also found seven or eight hundred.

Compared to the previous more than 7,000 war horses, these are not even a tenth.

Then, the Governor of Araji gave an unbelievable order: one man and two horses, leave this place as soon as possible.

The Agara Zhiyuan and the guards of about 500 people left Yanghekou, leaving only a group of people who were at a loss, like wandering spirits.

On the flying ball, Yuan Bin couldn't restrain his excited heart and trembling hands until now.

Not only Yuan Bin, but everyone who fought this time couldn't calm their hearts for a long time.

Although I don't know what kind of losses this battle brought to the Warats, but with the fire that was still burning when they left, it was almost certain that the Warats must have been beaten.

Bauhinia closed, Zhang Fu waited on the wall.

All the civil and military officials didn't understand what the old man was waiting for.

Until the black pressure was overwhelming, the flying ball camp that covered the sky and the sun appeared in the distance.

In the midst of countless frightened eyes, they flew over the Warat camp and slowly flew towards Bauhinia Pass.

"It's back, it's back."

Zhang Fu was overjoyed, pointed to the distance and shouted: "This is my Daming's flying ball battalion, it is the flying ball battalion personally formed by His Majesty, they are back, they are back, they are back......"

Under the winter sun, huge shadows appeared on the ground, bringing a great sense of oppression to the people of Warat below.

There was a lot of commotion in the Warat camp, and even when they heard the movement first, they all looked at the scene in front of them in shock.

The Warat people, the Ming people, at this time, the cognition has been completely subverted.

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