Fifty 107 rockets were neatly placed on the 821 position, and Meng Heizi hesitated in his heart. There weren't many rockets in the first place, and the three divisions were all finished fighting at this point, so what will happen in the future?

Cao Luoshui saw Meng Heizi groaning, and roared anxiously: "Let's take care of the front first!"

Meng Heizi woke up like a dream, stomped his feet, and yelled, "Ready! Gather fire and shoot! Let's go!"

Chirp tweet! The unique screaming sound of the rockets resounded throughout the land, dragging a long tail flame, and the rockets all rushed into the dense ranks of the four-nation alliance in a very short time!

Boom Boom! A rocket with a power comparable to a 125-caliber cannon instantly set off a bloody storm! In an instant, the flames of thousands of degrees engulfed the crowd, and the ground within a radius of three miles was scorched black! The dense formation of the four-nation alliance in the gluttonous valley immediately looked like a moon cake that had been bitten hard, and a blank appeared in the blink of an eye!

There are no bones left! There are no bones left! An explosion comparable to the effect of a crematorium, and everywhere you go, there are no corpses! Black, shocking black, eyes full of black ashes, armor melted, pieces of black metal reflected the blood light of the sky; The scimitar melted, and both the sharp scimitar and the Damascus scimitar with a hair-blown and broken blade were all reduced to pieces of debris.

Boom! A snow-white bearded veteran knelt on the ground with his hands raised to the sky! 「***！ Save your people!"

Boom! Another warrior fell off his horse, his pale face full of despair, clutching his chest and shouting with tears in his eyes: "Demon! Devil's breath!"

Boom! Boom! One after another, the soldiers of the Four-Nation Alliance fell to their knees, begging for forgiveness and redemption! This kind of behavior is like a plague, and it quickly spreads to the entire Shikoku Alliance! The black pressed a large number of soldiers who were crying towards the sky, and kept paying homage to the *** in their hearts.

Meng Heizi on the 821 Heights was dumbfounded, and he couldn't imagine that fifty rockets had achieved such a result! Cao Luoshui opened his mouth wide, and the saliva kept flowing, until he was surprised when it flowed into his shoes. I wiped it embarrassedly, and then a smile involuntarily appeared on my face!

"Haha!"

The laughter woke Meng Heizi up, and he couldn't help laughing. Immediately afterwards, the guards around him also laughed, and the fighters on the battlefield also laughed. The laughter is like a plague, one highland after another, and the entire gluttonous valley is the cheerful laughter of the Ming army!

"Commander, what should I do?" Su Xianyou, whose face was covered with dirt and blackened, ran over.

Meng Heizi won't either, touching the back of his head and sighing twice: "Well, ah, uh! Grass! You ask Lao Tzu, who does Lao Tzu ask? In this case, send a company to try it first!"

Mo Changsuo held his shotgun and walked in horror to the alien soldiers who were kneeling on the ground. Fifty steps, it's okay! Thirty steps, it's all right! Until the three steps, the Uzbek soldier who was crying and kneeling was still crying bitterly, not caring about Mo Changsuo who was approaching.

Grass! Mo Changsuo, who felt that he was being despised was angry, and yelled, "Made! Get down for Lao Tzu!"

The soldier finally turned his head, glanced at Mo Changsuo timidly, and whispered something, but unfortunately Mo Changsuo didn't understand! He glared at the bull's eye, and the gun in his hand was raised: "Speak human words! Uh, grass, what's going on?"

There are no fire sieves in the Wing Army, and there are no soldiers who can speak Mongolian. When Mo Changsuo was helpless, a gray-haired veteran next to him spoke with difficulty: "Military master, military master, master."

Mo Changsuo was very surprised, walked up to the veteran sitting on the ground, and asked loudly, "Do you know Chinese? Uh, how are you? Why do you look so much like a Han Chinese?"

The veteran sighed: "Master Jun, this place was called Shiguo in the Han Dynasty, what is so strange about a Han person? Alas, my grandfather was Han Chinese, so he could speak Chinese."

Mo Changsuo was interested: "Yo, my brother's surname? Can you help me? Brother can't go back to the Central Plains, the Central Plains is not as good as before, especially Jiangnan. How's that coming from?" As he spoke, he scratched his ears and cheeks and held back two sentences: "What a mixed peanut tree, what is flying around!"

The veteran smiled: "In late spring and March, a flock of warblers flies around. Alas, my Chinese name is Gu Sixiang. I can't stay here anymore anyway. Master Jun, they were all frightened,

I thought it was *** punishing them with the help of the devil's hand. In this way, I will help you persuade a few words!" After speaking, he muttered a few words to the soldiers listening next to him.

The soldier looked at Mo Changsuo and shook his head. Gu Sixiang made angry eyes, scolded a few words loudly, and said a few words softly, and then the soldier nodded. Gu Sixiang smiled and said to Mo Changsuo, "It's done! This kid is a commander of a thousand, and all the soldiers in this area are under his control, as long as he surrenders, this thousand-man team will be fine."

Mo Changsuo held his head high and led a large area of Uzbek troops to the Ming army. "Company Commander, Company Commander!"

Ren Guisheng looked at Mo Changsuo, who was as proud as a little rooster, and snorted, "What? Long lock, do you have a crooked neck? Do you want Lao Tzu to give you a straight bone?"

Mo Changsuo hurriedly put away the cool appearance of hanging and bombing the sky, and explained with low eyebrows: "Company commander, this is Brother Gu Sixiang, he persuaded the commander to surrender, and all the people in this area surrendered!"

The news of the surrender of the enemy army was immediately reported, and Meng Heizi was overjoyed and immediately ordered: "That Gu Homesickness is not considered a prisoner, well, the credit is quite large, first give a company commander level, let him persuade him to surrender." If so many people surrender, at least one regimental commander!"

The frightened Four-Nation Coalition actually only needs a reason, and as long as there is a reason, then surrender is a matter of course. So Gu is homesick, and the efficiency is high! Half an hour later, most of the four-nation coalition forces honestly handed over their weapons and consciously tied their right hands.

There is a group of knights in the Gluttonous Valley who are very different, they are handsome, fair-skinned, and strong. When Gu Sixiang came into contact with them, he immediately returned to the Ming army. Ren Guisheng asked, "What's wrong? Old Valley, can't you?".

Gu Sixiang smiled bitterly: "Master Jun, that's Jilam! Oh, it's the main corps of the Makrumu Empire. Those are eunuchs, and they will not surrender!"

At this moment, the knights of the Gillam Corps suddenly pulled out their Damascus scimitars with blown and broken blades. The surrounding Ming troops immediately pulled the bolts of their guns, and the muzzles of their guns were aimed at the Gillam Corps.

One of the knights, who was clearly the leader, laughed, raised his Damascus scimitar and slashed at the robe beside him! At the same time, all the soldiers of the Gillam Legion raised their scimitars and slashed at the robes around them!

Blood splattered, and the neatly formed Gillam regiment fell in unison. The leader had a bewitching smile on his face, and the Damascus scimitar in his hand flipped over and slashed at his neck!