After Upeng Baman finished speaking, he unconsciously stretched his right hand.
Obviously, if Dedes didn't give the order, he would give him a few more slaps.
Dedes looked around and saw that Upeng Baman was right. These people were blasted here and there by countless thunderbolts from the Southern Barbarians, and there were no survivors anywhere.
"The ravine has been filled in. Warriors, fight over it, kill the Nanman, and make a great contribution." He pulled out his sword and shouted loudly.
Several centurions around him were still hesitant, but he kicked them away one after another.
Several centurions staggered, gritted their teeth, picked up their swords, and rushed towards the hillside with shouts.
Bao Haotele was still unconscious and directed his deputy Ulan Mutuo on the spot.
Wulanmutuo couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw the thousand-man team coming up from behind, and asked, "Are you going to rescue them?"
No one answered. These people rushed towards the hillside while shouting and holding large knives.
He immediately understood that instead of saving his subordinates, these people would step on his subordinates' bodies and kill them.
"No, no, my warriors are still in the trench, you can't pass like this." He stretched out his hands desperately to intercept the barbarians one by one, but no one paid him any attention.
Wulanmutuo came to Dedesi's side, bowed and held his hands, and begged: "My warriors are still in the ravine, you can't treat them like this."
"They have been killed by Nanman firearms. It seems that you can't do it." Dedes shook his head and waved to the barbarians to rush forward. He said to him, "You should be grateful. We will help you take revenge on the Nanbarians immediately."
"We don't need revenge, we can do it ourselves. Now our warriors are still in the ravine and need to be rescued." Seeing that De De was unable to get in, Wu Lanmu Tuo was so anxious that he almost sweated out and couldn't help shouting to De Des. yelled.
Dedes shook his head and said loudly: "They are already dead, blown up by the Nanman's firearms. Now we will avenge you."
After Dedes finished speaking, he pushed Ulan Mutuo away.
Dedesi ignored him again and ran, holding a broadsword and directing his men to attack.
Ulanmutuo also wanted to stop a centurion and persuade him to save his men.
The centurion paid no attention to him, shook his head, and shouted while leading his subordinates to attack.
"Boom, boom," a thunderbolt from a security group fell from the sky and exploded around him.
Wulanmutuo suddenly fell into a pool of blood, and his soldiers were also involved and fainted together.
The barbarians behind them fired rockets desperately, causing meteors to fly through the sky one after another.
The security team on the mountain has two lines of defense. In addition to the ravine, the Eight Immortals Table is the second line of defense for the security team.
The soldiers desperately used ladles to pick up precious buckets of water from the mountain, scooped out water, and poured it towards the Eight Immortals Table.
Hu Hudong did not participate in throwing thunder, but commanded the position of the Eight Immortals Table.
Under the crazy rockets of the barbarians, from time to time, the Eight Immortals Table turned from sparks into flames and was finally set alight.
The soldiers at the back immediately took over the Eight Immortals tables that had been prepared. These Eight Immortals tables had wet quilts that could withstand the barbarians' rockets and one stick of incense.
Under the cover of the barbarian rockets, many barbarians rushed to the trench from behind.
As long as the barbarians jumped down from the ditch filled with barbarian corpses, they could still rush up with their strong bodies.
Only a small number of Hu people in the gully were killed on the spot. Most of the Hu people were injured and fell in the ditch, moaning constantly.
Some Hu people pushed away the dead Hu people around them and tried to stand up.
They reached up and kept making sounds for help.
Maybe their shouting had an effect, and sure enough, their robes came.
A Hu man couldn't help but be overjoyed, and kept shouting while trying his best to help.
Although he was shouting, what he didn't know was that it was so insignificant compared to the deafening sound of the thunderous explosion.
He just stretched out his hand, but to his disappointment, not only did no one pull him up, but a big foot stepped on him.
While shouting for help, he tried to get out of the way of the big foot, but he found that he couldn't get out of the way.
He heard the crisp sound of bones breaking, and as severe pain came over him, his vision went dark, and he suddenly lost consciousness.
The trench had previously been filled with corpses of barbarians, but the trench had been filled to more than half its depth.
As long as the barbarians jumped down from the ditch filled with barbarian corpses, they could still rush up with their strong bodies.
When Jin Rikun saw this, he couldn't help but be stunned: "These barbarians are so cruel, they won't even let their own people go."
"The Hu people are originally barbarians, there is no humanity at all." Huzi Dong looked at the Hu people who jumped into the ravine, shook his head and couldn't help but sigh, "What's more, the identities of these Hu people are complicated, and there are also the original Jin people. Xi people, Liao people, etc., the composition is very complicated."
"Those who rush in front will die a lot, prepare for the Thunderous Thunder." After saying that, he lit the Thunderous Thunder and threw it towards the ravine.
The foreigner had just jumped into the ravine, but before he could jump up, thunder fell from the sky.
Boom, boom, boom, these barbarians who wanted to seize the war glory finally experienced the feeling of falling barbarians, because they also fell.
At this time, not only did the security team throw thunderbolts violently, but they also fired cyclone cannons wildly.
The entire Eight Immortals Table and the ravine were filled with choking black gunpowder smoke. Many barbarians kept coughing and could not even see clearly the faces of the people a few steps ahead.
Bao Haotele finally woke up leisurely, and he shed tears of pain and regret.
Because he saw a barbarian group of a thousand men behind him, stepping on the body of the barbarian who was not dead in the ravine and rushed over.
These were all his men. About five hundred of his thousand warriors were buried in the ravine.
He hated the cunningness of the security team, but he hated the ruthlessness of the barbarians behind them even more.
The gunpowder smoke was so thick that a centurion next to Bao Haotele choked several times from the smoke flying over him.
A centurion named Golmule spat a few mouthfuls of saliva and looked at the black smoke in front of him.
He took a few more puffs of gun smoke and asked in confusion: "The Southern Barbarians used so many firearms, are they going to counterattack?"
"The Southern Barbarians have few people and are condescending. They have a positional advantage and cannot attack." Bao Haotele also choked on the smoke, thought for a while and shook his head.
"Why did they do this?" Centurion Golmule thought for a while, but couldn't figure it out, so he had to ask.
Bao Haote thought for a moment, then suddenly patted a small tree next to him. The small tree swayed a few times, and he looked thoughtfully at the black smoke.
"Think about what thick smoke can do to people." Bao Haotele said while taking a few puffs of smoke.
Golmule thought for a while, frowned and said, "I feel like the black smoke makes it impossible to see through the situation ahead."
"Since we can't see clearly here, can Dedes and the others see it?" Bao Haotele looked at Golmule and asked.
Golmule looked at the black smoke in front of him, suddenly realized and said: "I understand, the Nanman are retreating."
"It's the best time to retreat while the black smoke is unseen. You finally figured it out." Baohaotele was happy in his heart. Golmule was good at fighting, but he didn't like to use his brain.
Golmule stared ahead and asked, "Then what should we do, attack or not?"
"Don't attack for now." Bao Haotele shook his head and sighed.
Golmule punched a tree next to him with his fist, making the tree rustle.
He asked in confusion: "General, why don't we attack anymore? This is a great opportunity for the Nanman to retreat."
"The Southern Barbarians are full of tricks, be careful not to make big mistakes." Bao Haotele shook his head and said, "Besides, we have lost most of our troops and cannot afford to use them up."
"It's such a pity that such a great opportunity was wasted." Golmule said sadly and beat a tree next to him, dejectedly.
This person really didn't understand the Nanman's conspiracy. Bao Haote looked at him happily, shook his head and simply dismissed: "Count the number of people and report the situation to me."
"Why do we still need to count?" Golmule hesitated again and again, walked a few steps, and then came back and asked.
Bao Hautele kicked him in the butt and said, "What nonsense? Let's see how many troops we have left."
It turns out that this is the case. Golmule rubbed his butt while counting people everywhere.
Golmule nodded, and just as he turned around, Bao Haotele heard the sound of gongs coming from the security team, very urgently.
Five gongs sounded, which was a signal for emergency help from the foot of the mountain.
The signal was the order. Chen Ming left Jiang Yi and Liu Hua to guard the fort. He and deputy commander Liu Lin led a hundred soldiers down the peak.
Seeing Chen Ming and a hundred soldiers arriving quickly, Jin Rikun breathed a sigh of relief.
Regardless of the black smoke on his face, Jin Rikun solemnly bowed his hands and said: "The barbarians are attacking fiercely. The first trench has been filled in. The defense line is meaningless. We have to retreat now. Please take cover."
"Okay, you have fought for so long and worked hard. Let the barbarians see how good we are." After returning the courtesy, Chen Ming immediately made arrangements.
As the mountain wind blows, the black smoke is dissipating.
Not only could the foreigners see the trees and grass in front of them, but they could also see the silhouettes of the security team moving around in front of them.
The table array has begun to slacken, and the thunderbolts thrown by the cyclone cannon are also rapidly decreasing.
Sure enough, the security group was retreating. If they didn't attack at this time, how could they wait?
"The Southern Barbarians are about to retreat. Attack me and kill the Southern Barbarians." When Dedes heard the gongs of the emergency security team, he couldn't help but be overjoyed and waved his sword.
When several centurions heard this, they couldn't help but be overjoyed. Although this southern barbarian had powerful firearms, the ravines had been basically filled up, and now the world was full of warriors from the Khanate.
The trench was filled with barbarian corpses and was about two feet deep, but this was no longer a problem for the barbarians.
A centurion was eager to seize the lead and lead a hundred barbarians to jump into the ditch.
A hundred barbarians followed closely behind him. Under the leadership of a centurion, they also rushed forward.
When they just stepped into the trench, something dark fell from the sky.
A barbarian from the centurion team behind shouted loudly: "No, it's thunder from the sky. Why are there more than just now?"
As soon as the words fell, "Rumble, rumble, rumble." The voice had already sounded.
The sound of thunderous explosions came one after another, and black smoke enveloped the entire gully five feet in front.
Not only that, the thunderous thunder also extended to the attacking barbarians behind.
This time the thunderbolts were not only longer, but also more intensive.
The pitiful screams of the barbarians were constantly intertwined with the explosions of thunder, which frightened the barbarians behind.
Some were so frightened that they hugged the trees around them tightly, some were trembling all over, and some even fell down in the grass.
Seeing this, Derdes clenched his jaw tightly with his teeth, and his eyes were filled with anger.
He beat the tree next to him hard with his hand, and his hand was bruised by the bark without even noticing it.
Bao Haotele saw the situation in front of him, shook his head and sighed: "This group of southern barbarians is insidious and cunning. Fortunately, I had the foresight."
"Golmule, how many troops are there, have you counted them?" Bao Haotele shouted at the foot of the mountain.
Golmule's voice floated up from the bottom of the mountain: "Report to the general, there are still four hundred people, fifty people are seriously injured, and fifty people are dead. The deputy commander is also injured."
"Ask the injured warriors to be led down the mountain by Ulanmutuo for treatment, and you bring the rest of the warriors up." Bao Haotele shouted to the foot of the mountain.
Golmule came up panting with four hundred barbarians, while Bao Haotele glanced at the remaining barbarians.
A wry smile appeared on his face, and then he said to Golmule: "Ulanmutuo has gone down the mountain. You are now temporarily in charge of the duties of deputy commander."
On the solitary peak of Dangkou Temple, a security team was lying on the cliff. When they looked up, they were surprised.
