The ground kept shaking, but Hua Houwei was stunned as he looked at the Seven Star Lake in the southwest. The turquoise grasslands disappear here, the southwest is all yellow sand, the undulating sand dunes stretch to the end of the sky, the blue waves of the lake ripple, and a cool breeze rushes from behind.

"Your Highness, it's already three hundred zhang!" Mu Bin nervously reminded Hua Houwei.

Hua Houwei yawned: "Prop up the plank, don't be in a hurry!" ”

"Your Highness, it's a hundred zhang!" Mu Bin's voice was a little trembling, and he was a little excited!

"Hehe, wait until you get closer! Wang Zhi, this battle is up to you! Crossfire must not be wasted, at least thirty zhang before firing. Tease them first! After speaking, Hua Houwei actually threw the telescope to Mu Bin, walked towards his carriage by himself.

Mu Bin looked at the leisurely Hua Houwei in astonishment, and Wang Zhi smiled: "Old Mou, Lao Wang has always admired His Highness's courage!" Look at it slowly! ”

Horseshoe rumbling! Roll up the yellow sand and pounce on the 500-person chariot! Getting closer and closer, the leading man ho ho ho shout! Fifty feet, the convoy did not move at all. Thirty zhang! A rain of whizzing arrows came and nailed to the propped planks!

Wang Zhi smiled and pulled the trigger: "Fire!" The pre-arranged men pulled the trigger together, and others shot crossbow arrows one after another, and in the blink of an eye, more than 100 horsemen who rushed fell to the ground, blood splattered, seeping into the ground.

Bu Qite Wanhu looked coldly at this team of people who didn't know whether they were alive or dead, and they really had something to rely on! Firebolt? A firebolt that doesn't smoke is not a firebolt? This thing looks scary, but that's actually it! Thirty zhang before the fire was fired, I rushed in five hundred people, no, two hundred men are enough, you are not lambs to the slaughter? He raised his arm, and the iron riders behind him looked at him. "Rush!"

More than 1,000 iron horsemen rushed to the convoy, their hooves flying, crushing the germinated grass, rolling up bursts of dust, and rushing forward without hesitation!

Hua Houwei walked over with a small silver kettle and shook his head slightly: "Look for death!" Wang Zhi fulfilled them! ”

Fifty zhang, the team has been fully prepared; Thirty zhang, the cavalry did not slow down, like a rush straight in the direction of Huahou Wei! Da-da-da, da-da-da! Crisp gunshots rang out in succession! Mu Bin's eyes were incredulous, and in the barrel of the black hole under the thick water jacket, he kept spitting tongues of fire, and slammed towards the rushing cavalry like a whip!

Bu Qite looked at the fire whip and shouted that it was not good. But the speed of the fire whip was too fast, and countless Mongolian men exploded in an instant! The red metal projectile will explode a cloud of blood mist wherever it hits! The horses neighed, the blood mist bloomed, and in just a few minutes, the stumps and broken arms in front of the convoy were a sea of blood!

The gunfire stopped abruptly! The battlefield instantly fell into deathly silence! Vomit! Mu Bin couldn't hold it and spit it out! In his life, he had never seen a battlefield like the Shura Field, and even in his dreams, he would never have imagined such a cruel scene! Vomit! Vomit! There are constantly people vomiting, how can the killing in the age of cold weapons compare to the efficiency of hot weapons? Even Wang Zhi, who has experienced a hundred battles, is pale and constantly spitting sour water.

Buqite fell on the grass with his back to the sky, muttering a prayer: "Eternal life!" What kind of demon is this? Could it be that the Immortal Heaven has abandoned our people of the grassland? Let such demons punish us? The huge amount of blood loss caused him to fall into a coma very quickly, until he lost consciousness.

Mu Bin easily straightened his waist and looked at Hua Houwei who was swallowing in surprise: "Your Highness, vomit, vomit, vomit, vomit!" ”

Hua Houwei shook his head: "Hmm, Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu doesn't vomit!" Bring it up! ”

Ganao looked at the blood lake not far in front of him, his legs were weak, he knelt on the ground, and looked at Hua Houwei resentfully: "You! What kind of demon are you? Immortality! Do you really give up on the people of the steppe? ”

Hua Houwei took a sip, and the boredom in his chest decreased slightly. Sneered: "Shan Qing! Hold on to our third prince Ganao and see the power of Makqin! Ganau, oh, His Highness Balsborough, can the steppe turn the tables? ”

Zhu Shanqing wiped a handful of filth from his mouth, dragged the soft Ganao like a chick, and walked towards the Shura field. Hua Houwei tried to calm the surging sour water, and Wang Zhi sighed: "Don't hold on, just vomit if you want to!" ”

"Lao Wang, this is more than a thousand people, what if there are tens of thousands of corpses in front of you? Are you still fighting? Cheer up! This is the battlefield! There is no room for weakness! Mu Bin, organize the team, we are the sharpest knife of the Ming Dynasty, and the dead enemy is the best enemy! ”

Wang Zhi's tears slowly seeped out of his eyes: "Your Highness, Hou Wei!" Don't hold on! Daming is not just you! ”

Hua Houwei's eyes widened and he reprimanded: "Da Ming is up to the old man, down to the five-year-old child, the rise and fall of the country is the responsibility of the husband!" After speaking, his body was weak, and he fell backwards!

Wang Zhi rushed forward and hugged him, crying: "Your Highness, why are you suffering?" ”

Mu Bin looked at Hua Houwei who fainted in shock, slowly knelt down, and roared loudly: "Mu Bin swears to the sky that he will follow His Highness in this life, and there will be no betrayal!" ”

Zhu Shanqing turned around, tears flowing: "Master! I wish He De how can he stand up to a master like you! ”

All the members of the inspection team and Jinyiwei were all touched by Hua Houwei's persistence, and knelt on the ground one after another: "The rise and fall of the country is the responsibility of the husband!" May you follow Your Highness to dominate the world! ”

Ganao, the former prince of Balsborough, looked at the pale golden child in a daze, his face was still stubborn, exuding endless majesty. Immortal God, why did Daming have such a prince? Grassland, can the grassland people only be driven by this person?

In this battle, there was no grass in the northeast of Mingshawan Qixing Lake, and no herdsmen dared to pass through this place again. Legend has it that whenever night falls, countless ghosts and shadows cry endlessly!

Hua Houwei was hot all over his body and moaned from time to time. Wang Zhi hugged Hua Houwei, tears flowed, but there was nothing he could do! Mu Bin couldn't stop walking back and forth, and stopped suddenly: "No, Lao Wang, we have to go back!" Your Highness's body can't stand the toss! ”

Wang Zhi sighed: "Lao Mou, I have already given medicine to His Highness." It is the holy medicine blood notoginseng of our clan, if His Royal Highness can't wake up, he will return to the capital, and the imperial doctor will probably also..."

"What then? Just waiting here? ”

"Alas, look at the providence! Look at the will of His Highness! Other than that, there is no other way! God! Wang Zhi is willing to exchange this life for His Royal Highness to wake up, and ask God to be merciful! ”

Looking at Wang Zhi, who was kneeling on the ground and shouting, Mu Bin also knelt down and prayed loudly: "Ask for heaven"

"Water!" Wang Zhi jumped up violently, gently picked up Hua Houwei in surprise, and carefully fed him a sip of water!

"Crying for what? Master, you can't die! Take a wet towel to cool the master, forehead, armpits, master, sleepy! Hua Houwei finally said a few words, and fell asleep again.