"Weren't these sergeants beaten stupid by us?"
"With no one on both sides to defend them, doesn't it tell them clearly that we have set up a trap?"
"Does it mean we are playing an empty city strategy?"
"Or do you think they have the physical strength to climb a mountain three to four hundred meters high?"
"Hey, I have some brains, but not much!"
Listening to Wei Yang's chatter, Cao Wenzhao rolled his eyes speechlessly, but there was also a hint of sneer on the corner of his mouth.
The frontal charges have decreased, and they are all moving towards the sides.
Whoosh!
call out!
Several palm mines fell into both sides and exploded, knocking down the coalition sergeant who was still walking among the rocks and huge trees, and then hundreds of rockets flew into both sides.
In the horrified eyes of everyone, the dry wood on the ground was ignited, and the fire spread rapidly.
In just a moment, a wall of fire several meters wide was formed.
Only then did the coalition sergeant discover that the ground was covered with dry grass and dead wood, and seemed to be sprinkled with kerosene.
The fire was burning, and the surrounding space was filled with smoke and tremors, which was caused by the high temperature.
Countless sergeants who had already entered were unable to advance or retreat, and were set ablaze in panic.
There were also sergeants who bet that they could rush out of the fire, but they were eventually ignited. Human-shaped flames twisted and howled in the passages on both sides.
They stretched out their hands towards their companions in the distance, not knowing whether they were asking for help or asking their companions to give them a good time.
But he eventually fell to the ground and turned into a charred corpse.
The aroma of barbecue and burnt smell filled the battlefield, but it was nauseating.
At this moment, all the sergeants of the Confederate Army who had climbed over the earth wall looked at the sergeants who were swallowed up by the fire, their eyes full of horror, and then they quickly backed away, for fear that they would also be set on fire.
The sergeants who entered both sides came and went as quickly as they came.
Compared to the frontal charge, the two sides were completely dead.
As for waiting for the wall of fire to extinguish, they did not think about it. Since the Ming army had made arrangements in this regard, they must be prepared to burn for three or four hours.
Those who entered the passages on both sides retreated, and the sergeants who fled towards the mountains on both sides finally reached the foot of the mountains.
Looking at the bare foot of the mountain that had been cut down, the sergeants of the Jiannuan rebel army gasped for air and began to pull some trees and rocks on the ground to climb.
Who would have thought that just after borrowing strength from a boulder, there was a loud bang and the boulder was blown apart.
Countless gravel splashed in all directions, shooting into the bodies of the unsuspecting soldiers nearby.
This was just the beginning, as all kinds of weird firearms exploded during the climb.
Sometimes when you step on a stone, it suddenly explodes.
I wanted to sit on a tree stump and take a rest, but the tree stump also exploded.
When climbing, I kicked a tuft of grass and it exploded.
There was also a loud noise halfway up the mountain, and huge stones rolled down, crushing the soldiers who could not escape into a pulp.
…
Anyway, I can only imagine that there is nothing that is not available at the foot of the mountain.
In every explosion, hundreds of people were injured.
The loud bang of flintlock mines and the screams of the sergeants echoed in the mountains.
It was only a hundred meters away, and exploded hundreds of times, killing and injuring thousands of people. There were hundreds of meters above it, and just one explosion could make countless people roll down. In this case, they would either die or be injured.
What awaits them is the Ming army's last strike.
A quarter of an hour later, the half-dead fleeing army gathered in the front again, almost everyone had a look of despair on their faces.
"Start getting ready and charge again after half a stick of incense!"
Yagyu Munomi issued military orders to Sergeant Fuso.
This military order was heard with disdain in the ears of Jiannu and the Mongolian soldiers.
He charged even though he knew he was going to die. If he wanted to die, he was not looking for a way to die like this!
But Sergeant Fuso moved, quickly grabbed the corpse next to him, and began to take off the clothes of the corpse.
If the corpse is rigor mortis and difficult to take off, just tear the clothes and armor into pieces.
"What are you doing?"
"Are you crazy?"
"They are all dead, and you still insult their corpses like this?"
"Stop it, I'll kill you!"
…
Jiannu and the Mongolian soldiers roared angrily, their eyes turned red, and they stared at Sergeant Fusang fiercely.
But Sergeant Fuso did not stop. Instead, he tied the clothes he took off to his legs, even broke some swords, tore pieces of armor into pieces, and then tied them to his legs.
Layer after layer, it looks extremely bloated.
The surrounding sergeants immediately understood what Sergeant Fuso was doing. Although the Ming army's Fo Lang machine gun had a long range, if it did not directly hit the vital point within two hundred meters, it would hardly kill anyone.
It can penetrate cotton armor within 100 meters and cause death.
The fatal range of a flintlock gun is almost eighty meters.
If there is armor or a sword tied to the leg, the lead may not be able to penetrate it. Sauron's heavy cavalry was an example at the beginning.
But they don't understand. There are broken knives, armors and multiple layers of cotton armor blocking the arms and legs. What about the body?
What's the difference between caring about your feet and not your head, and not doing anything at all?
But what Sergeant Fuso did next completely shocked him.
I saw these Fuso sergeants dragging a war horse and starting to chop with machetes. Blood dripped and bones scattered everywhere.
In just a moment, he peeled off the belly of the war horse, then propped it up with broken weapons to make a human shield.
Those who couldn't find any weapons just poked holes in them and put them on their bodies.
In addition, thick strips of flesh were cut off and tied to the knees to protect the knees.
For a time, blood dripped from these soldiers' bodies, and their noses were filled with blood, like demons returning from hell.
In order to survive, it is not unacceptable to resort to such means to inflict the Ming army's firearms fire.
But some Fuso sergeants who couldn't find the dead horse focused on the corpse on the ground. They cut off the corpse's hands and feet, and the corpse became a human stick...a human shield.
Finally, the sergeant who established the slaves couldn't bear it any longer. He rushed out with a knife and roared: "I..."
But as soon as he took a few steps forward, several feather arrows were shot at his feet. A Fuso general said coldly: "There are not enough corpses, do you also want to make a contribution?"
The cold words instantly extinguished the thoughts of Jiannu and the Mongolian sergeants who were preparing to take action.
Yagyu Munomi came out and glanced at the generals coldly: "They are already dead. They are like a pile of rotten flesh waiting for them to be burned or buried directly!"
"In that case, why not recycle the waste and make some contribution to our rush out!"
"If we die, have we thought about the fate of our tribesmen, relatives, and children?"
"When we survive, we can chant sutras and recite Buddha's name, build temples and burn incense, and build pagodas to keep the sun shining."
"General, I know that you can't stand it and can't accept it. If you want to take action, then do it.
Do you want to die here due to internal friction, or rush forward and kill a few Ming soldiers to vent your anger? It’s your choice. Either way, you’re going to die! "
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