The entire tunnel turned into a lit kiln in a short period of time, and the island scouts and samurai who remained in the tunnel were instantly filled with a burning and suffocating feeling.

High temperature, low pressure, scorching heat, lack of oxygen, in just a few breaths, a considerable number of island country scouts and samurai have already experienced vertigo, hallucinations, and some have even entered a state of shock.

However, they soon learned that being in a coma and shock was a real blessing.

Originally, the explosion and combustion had almost depleted the oxygen in the tunnel, but near the source of the explosion, the hole had been completely blown open.

The low pressure generated by the high temperature of the combustion began to rush into the tunnel, providing a steady stream of oxygen to the tunnel, although it was not sufficient, but it was enough to support the flame.

Because of the addition of frosting, the flames clung to the skin of the Wa Scouts.

Due to the lack of oxygen, the flames on the scouts of the Wa Kingdom had a tendency to be extinguished, but with the influx of oxygen, the flames that were about to be extinguished burned again.

If it's in the wilderness, the ignited island scouts might be able to try to save themselves, but this is a tunnel that is less than three feet high.

This small space made them have no room to dodge, save themselves, toss and turn, and could only let the flames fill their entire bodies inch by inch.

In great pain, all they could do but wail was to stretch out their legs and hands and struggle frantically.

Although the struggle was neither enough to save them nor alleviate the pain, the struggle allowed both hands to grasp the bodies of their companions in front of them and transmit the flames to them.

The intense pain of the flames burning the skin and muscles can awaken the island scouts who have fallen into a coma and shock, but the awakening brings endless pain and despair.

In the midst of the painful struggle, their hands grabbed the bodies of their companions in front of them as if they were grasping at life-saving straws, and the flames and pain continued to pass forward......

The first wave of cannon fodder, sent out by Hattori, directly collided with the light infantry and crossbowmen who came out of the camp.

Under the faint light of the fire in the direction of the big battalion, with just two waves of crossbowmen firing in the face, these cannon fodder, which was not strong in combat, directly collapsed on the spot, and the light infantry with a shield in their left hand and a knife in their right hand immediately began to chase and kill.

Compared with these two places, on the contrary, the battle process in the large camp was the most unexpected by Lu Xiaobing.

The battle between two battalions, more than two thousand heavy infantry, archers, and crossbowmen was quite anxious against the less than two hundred island scouts who had already been drilled out of the tunnels.

If you put these less than 200 scouts of the island country on the field, not to mention the two battalions of more than 2,000 soldiers of the Changying Army, even if there is only one company, or even a standard platoon of soldiers, they can all beat the scouts of the island country.

The problem is that the battlefield at this time is not a wilderness, but a military camp with a large number of military tents, carriages, baggage, and personnel, in this relatively complex environment, the scouts of these island countries are short in stature, good at concealment, and flexible in action The characteristics have been maximized.

In addition, more than sixty percent of this team are non-combatants who have just been converted from civilian to military but have not yet received training, and the combat effectiveness of the island country scouts has been infinitely magnified.

In a desperate situation surrounded by heavy troops, the scouts of the island nation fled wildly in the camp, the heavy infantry could not keep up with the speed of the island scouts like hairy monkeys, and the archers and crossbowmen were worried that the strong bows and crossbows would cause a lot of casualties.

As a model of the combined name of the various arms, it is not that there is no one in the army who can restrain these guys, such as scouts and light infantry.

However, at this moment, the regiment's scouts and light infantry, which were not very numerous, were outside the main battalion, and in a short period of time, the battle within the large battalion was in a state of anxiety.

It's just that no matter who knows it very well, the so-called anxiety can only last for a while, and with the retirement of time, it is only a matter of time before the island scouts fall.

Hattori Shozaemon didn't know what was going on in the Tang Army camp, and he didn't know what was happening in the tunnels, but he listened to the afterglow of the fireworks in the sky, felt the shaking of the earth, and listened to the faint sound of fighting from the direction of the Tang Army camp in the distance.

He knew he had lost, and he had lost completely.

Hattori is not qualified to have this thing with a sword, and at a certain moment, Hattori took out his ribs from his waist, however, this thought only existed for a moment.

At this moment, countless thoughts flashed in Hattori's heart, the Tang people have a good saying, a small amount is not a gentleman, no poison is not a husband, as long as all the people who know the truth are dead, then no one knows their failure!

Looking up and looking around, there were only a few cronies from Yin He left around him, plus a few samurai who were sent as reinforcements, and Fujiwara Inuhachiro, who was the son of the Fujiwara clan's house.

Immediately, Hattori's facial expression became hideous and distorted, and the corner of his eye also brought resentment and hatred when he looked at Fujiwara!

Whoever stands in his way will die!

Even the Fujiwara clan, which is powerful in the island country and second only to the imperial family, is not good!

"Fujiwara-kun!"

"Hey!"

"Now we still have one last chance, take your last two hundred elites to rush to the aid of the Hundred Lands Jun who have entered the Tang Army's camp, as long as you are fast enough, you can still inflict heavy losses on the Tang Army, and your exploits will be remembered by the entire island country at that time!"

"Hey! Please rest assured, Fujiwara Inuhachiro will do his best! ”

After receiving the order, Fujiwara Inuhachiro led more than 200 people, mainly the Fujiwara family soldiers, and rushed to the battlefield in the fierce battle with shouts.

Looking at Fujiwara Inuhachiro, who took the initiative to rush to the battlefield after the two sentences flickered, Hattori breathed a sigh of relief.

With this guy's identity, if he doesn't want to be really troublesome, fortunately, the Fujiwara family's sister-in-law in front of him is a waste who only grows muscles and not brains.

Now that he goes up to die by himself, there will naturally be no problem, and I believe that Tang Jun will help him clear the hidden dangers, but the rest is to escape back to Wendeng smoothly.

Immediately, Hattori took the remaining cronies and quietly went back.

Not long after Hattori led people to withdraw, under the leadership of Fujiwara Inuhachiro, the Fujiwara family soldiers

The island country of Ashigaru, which rushed to the battlefield with the Fujiwara clan soldiers as the mainstay, was confronted head-on by a small group of Tang Army light infantry who were pursuing the defeated cannon fodder.

Seeing that the islanders who suddenly appeared in front of him far outnumbered him, the infantry commander who led the team did not hesitate to order a retreat, and then the entire light infantry squad equipped only with light armor quickly turned around and retreated in the direction where the crossbowman was.

Seeing that the Tang army was retreating without a fight, Fujiwara Inuhachiro jumped forward, shouted "onboard" and rushed straight up, and the rest of the islanders also shouted "onboard" and charged away.

However, after chasing for a few hundred paces chanting "onboard", after crossing a low slope, a whole group of Tang Army crossbowmen in three formations, armed with strong crossbows, appeared in front of them.

According to Fujiwara's visual inspection, he was definitely no more than fifty steps away from the Tang Army's crossbow battle array.

Seeing this scene, Fujiwara Inuhachiro, who was at the forefront of the charge, chuckled in his heart, and a clear command came to his ears.

"Three-stage shot, first row, put!"

Before Fujiwara could react, the first round of arrow rain of the Tang army had already hit.

"Whoosh! Sou! Sou! Sou! Sou! ”

A series of crossbows flew like dense raindrops towards Fujiwara Inuhachiro and the two hundred Fujiwara clan soldiers behind him.

As a noble child of the island country, Fujiwara is one of the few high-ranking samurai in the island country's expeditionary force who has the custom armor of the Tang Dynasty.

When the first wave of arrows struck, Fujiwara did not hesitate to stretch out his arm to protect the door with his armguard.

The sturdy Datang Mingguang armor blocked the vast majority of the crossbows, and the crossbows clanged and smashed on Fujiwara's armor, which did not cause direct damage to Fujiwara except for the severe pain.

It's just that Fujihara is protected by the Tang Mingguang armor, but the soldiers behind him do not have such treatment.

As a soldier of the Fujiwara clan, having a carcass (body armor), Kusazori (skirt), and Jinkasa (helmet) is already the top equipment in the ashigaru, but these armors mixed with iron, bamboo, and leather are like a paper lake in the face of the heavy crossbows fired by the Nagatashi.

Coupled with the short stature of the island people and the thin body under the perennial malnutrition, the crossbow power of the heavy crossbow has been strengthened by more than fifty percent.

In the first wave alone, no less than thirty people were concentrated, no less than ten people stumbled to the ground, and even more people were perhaps lost by two or three crossbows at the same time, and they were shot straight away, but this was only the first wave.

In fact, in the civil war of the island nation, bows and arrows are also the most lethal weapons, and after carrying the first wave of arrows, Fujiwara shouted "onboard" and led his soldiers to continue to move forward.

After all, in their eyes, whether it is a bow and arrow, a crossbow, or a salvo, it is always said that there is a gap after a salvo, and the distance between the left and right is only fifty steps, and they only need to resist two or three rounds to rush to the front of the opponent's formation, as long as they rush to the front of the formation, the victory or defeat will change hands.

It's just that the ideal is very full, but the reality is very backbone, what Fujiwara doesn't know is that the useful experience in the island country is a price he can't afford to pay in Datang.

At the same time that Fujiwara shouted "onboard", the commander of the crossbowmen of the Nagatashi Army also shouted his own orders.

"Second row, come forward, put it!"

When Fujiwara had just taken the second step, the second wave of arrows from the Nagatashi Army had also arrived.

The custom-made Mingguang armor once again protected Fujiwara's integrity, but as the distance narrowed and the target was determined, at least twenty people who followed him fell directly.

Fujiwara's people were still charging forward by inertia, but his brain was already down.

However, the battlefield has never been a place where people can give people time to think, and after taking two breaths again, a third wave of arrows hit again.

Although the distance was close, the crossbow still failed to break through the defense of the Ming Light Armor, but at a distance of less than fifty steps, the strength of the three-stone heavy crossbow was no longer what Fujiwara, who was five feet tall and weighed less than one hundred and twenty pounds, could bear.

Three waves of crossbow losses in a row, although they did not break through the defenses, but in fact each one brought great damage to Fujiwara.

At this moment, Fujiwara felt that the right arm protecting his face had lost sensation, his left shoulder blade felt like it had been shattered, his ribs had broken at least three or four times, and his knee had been overwhelmed by repeated arrows, and even breathing had become extremely difficult.

Fujiwara is still like this, and the soldiers who followed behind suffered heavy losses, but Fujiwara's good fortune ended here.

When the fourth wave of arrows arrived, several crossbow arrows hit him again in the chest, abdomen, legs, and knees.

After the last crossbow arrow hit his right knee, Fujiwara fell to his knees with a slight "kacha" sound, which had already been hit by at least four crossbow arrows.

At the same time as he fell to the ground, Fujiwara's right arm that was protecting the door had fallen weakly, and a crossbow arrow became larger and larger in Fujiwara's eyes, and then flew directly into Fujiwara's left eye.

"Ahh

With a terrible scream, Fujiwara, who couldn't hold on anymore, covered his eyes and fell directly to the ground, constantly rolling back and forth.

By the time all the crossbowmen had completed three shots, there was not a single islander in front of them who could remain standing.

Immediately afterwards, the crossbowmen took out their horizontal knives and stepped forward, mending them one by one, cutting off their heads at the same time.

As the outside islanders were cleared, the light infantry and scouts quickly returned to the camp.

With their return, the scorching battle in the camp was broken, and the scouts of the island nation, who relied on their flexibility and stubborn resistance by virtue of the terrain, were quickly eliminated.

When the time came, when the sky turned white, the sporadic resistance completely disappeared, and the battle, which lasted for three days and three nights, was completely over.

In addition to Hattori Shozaemon, who walked away in the middle of the night, scouts, samurai, and ashigaru were all killed, and more than 1,700 island country heads, as well as more than 200 island country scouts and samurai who had become dried corpses and ashes in the entire six tunnels, were the results of this night's battle.

After completing the statistics and determining the results, while the sappers and logistics battalions were preparing to pull out of the camp, a group of messengers from Jimo rushed into the camp.

After receiving the letter sent by the messenger and glancing at it, Lu Xiaobing's lazy state was swept away.

"The war in Qingzhou is over!"

"So fast?"

"Li Shidao's eldest son, Li Boyi, surrendered after learning that the main forces of the Changying Army and Zuo Wuwei were advancing eastward to encircle Qingzhou, Linzi, and Linqu."

It's just that when he arrived here, the smile on Lu Xiaobing's face suddenly disappeared, his face became iron-blue, and the drastic change in this scene made Meng Qian's doubts extremely great.

"Li Shidao, this dog mongrel!"

After squeezing such a sentence out of his teeth, Lu Xiaobing handed Guo Rong's letter to Meng Gan.

After reading Guo Rong's letter, Meng Qian's was also extremely surprised.

"How is this possible!"

"How is this impossible, this is what Li Shidao's own son said, and from now on, all the evidence can be verified,"

Meng Qian was silent for a while, and after a few breaths, Meng Qian said quietly.

"What are you going to do?"

Lu Xiaobing clenched his fists and looked up at the east.

"The general is right, if it is not my race, its heart will be different, since they dare to come, then don't go back, and that son of a bitch Li Shidao, think you can run away by hiding in the island country!"

"Someone!"

"Pass on the general's order, all the widows who set foot in the Tang Dynasty will be killed!"

"In addition, the general has an order to cut off the heads of all the Japanese people, and the general is ready to use these heads to surprise the islanders under Wendeng City."