Flames soared into the sky.
Deafening thunder exploded one after another.
The air waves that overturn people are like strong winds sweeping through wheat.
There were no screams, no warnings, no sound of swords clashing with gold and iron, only rumbles, deafening rumbles.
Bing Yixiong, who thought he could run rampant in the Zhou Dynasty and sweep away all the Han people after getting off the ship, his mind went blank, his body lost consciousness, and he didn't know when and why he collapsed to the ground.
An arm with only burnt black flesh was stuck on the yellow sand in front of him. The bone stubble was as sharp as a spear, and it was inserted so straight, as if it was mocking his cowardice.
The air wave blew away the tent he was in, and Bing Yixiong finally saw clearly what was happening outside.
Just for a moment, just a glance, just a glance, he thought of hell, no, purgatory. If there is purgatory in the world of the dead, then it must be here, then it must have descended here.
The kerosene exploded, and the Japanese thieves were "dancing" like candle heads in the night sky, as if trying to compete with the shy moonlight.
The candle-headed door shouted, and then stopped abruptly, because the flames burned their vocal cords, because the flames scorched their corpses, because the flames were unwilling, they just turned into a corpse without temperature, the kind-hearted flame, Even if they are turned into corpses, they must be given the hottest warmth and fire.
The Japanese thief who picked up the wooden shield suddenly felt his body feel light, hit, and sink. He subconsciously wanted to defend himself against something, but for some reason he didn't move. He lowered his head. It turned out that he had lost his legs at some point, and his intestines were spilled on the ground. On top of the yellow sand, the yellow sand is dyed red, outlining an abstract pattern.
The thief lying on the ground yelled and waved his arms, but he didn't know that he had already been soaked in the exploding kerosene barrel.
A flame hiding in the dark like a poisonous snake silently climbed up to its feet, then its ankles, then its calves, then its thighs, and then it got out of hand.
When the Japanese thief finally reacted and felt the pain that gnawed at his bones and burned his heart, his nerves had been burned out. He turned his head, and the flames were pressing against him. Finally, the flames swallowed him up.
The Japanese thief rolling on the ground grabbed his companion's feet, as if grasping a life-saving straw, but he didn't know that the flame was like a naughty child, transferring the flames of the world to another person.
What a naughty flame.
What a charred corpse.
What a hot fire.
There were deafening explosions again, this time, louder, longer, and more violent.
The earth seemed to be trembling, and the dark clouds blocked the dark moon, but they could not block the thick smoke and billowing flames rising into the sky.
The screams one after another were once again covered up by the thunder-like explosion. Hyo Kazuo, who was missing half of his hand, lay on the ground, his crotch wet.
It knows that this is gunpowder, it must be gunpowder. Only the legendary gunpowder has such power!
At this moment, in this place, in this scene, he couldn't feel any resistance in his heart, not even despair, but only fear. If he could survive, this fear would accompany him throughout his sinful life, and the nightmare-like fear would Climbing to the darkest corners of his heart anytime and anywhere, and then wrapping his internal organs like a thick fog in the shadows, eventually devouring every inch of his skin from the inside out.
Hatred and flames are like the twins born after the goddess of revenge and the king of war privately tasted the forbidden fruit. There is me in you, and you in me. The spinning white body sweeps through every corner of the camp, swallowing, It shattered, bringing the most primitive fear to the head of every thief standing on the yellow sand.
The Japanese thieves on the periphery wanted to run away, to escape from this camp cursed by purgatory, but in the dark night, countless people with claws and teeth rushed over.
Immediately afterwards, meteor-like rockets shot at these henchmen of aristocratic families who were dancing like a group of demons.
The explosions continued continuously.
The torn corpses...
Burnt blackened stumps and severed arms...
Blood evaporated by high temperature...
Scene by scene, sound by sound, body by body, piece by piece, the Japanese thieves who thought they were the most vicious, cruel and bloodthirsty people in the world finally felt for themselves what real despair is!
The stacked logs began to roll down, as if blind boxes were being opened one after another.
In these blind boxes, there may be kerosene tied with gunpowder.
Perhaps it was slowing down the rusty iron powder packet.
It could also be broken swords and broken knives.
These things that were not fatal were given new vitality by gunpowder. The strong vitality shone with an unpretentious luster, spinning and jumping rapidly, cutting through the night sky and the mutilated body of the thief.
Hyou Kazuo, who was a good fortune teller so far, saw his adopted brother beheaded by a broken knife spinning from the darkness. The headless body actually ran forward seven steps, a full seven steps. .
Seven steps may not be the limit for this headless corpse, but on the eighth step, he bumped into a thief who was holding his intestines and crying.
The Japanese thief holding his intestines wanted to run and escape from all this, but he didn't notice at all that his intestines were hanging on the broken flagpole.
Bing Yixiong's ugly, ferocious, evil-ghost-like face was filled with deep, unbreakable fear. For the first time, he knew that his intestines were so long, so long.
His intestines were on fire, and the thief suddenly flew up into the night sky, as if someone was flying a kite, but the string of the kite was on fire.
The blood and internal organs rained down on Bing Yixiong's body, which was hot and boiling and weighed at least a hundred pounds.
Hei Kazuo wanted to close his eyes. He couldn't bear all this anymore. He even began to envy the mutilated corpse in front of him. At least, this corpse died so cleanly. At least it was clean and tidy. Just die. Die...
From the first explosion to now, it only took half a stick of incense, but to Hyou Kazuo, it seemed like a long time.
No matter whether it is a human being or an animal, when despair reaches the extreme, he will subconsciously run away. This is instinct, the instinct of living things.
Like countless Japanese thieves, Bing Yixiong finally summoned up the courage to support his body and ran towards the entrance in a hurry.
Hyou Kazuo was so ridiculous when he ran, half of his feet and palms were missing, and he didn't notice anything.
It ran away, taking a full twenty-five steps.
It smiled, a crazy smile, because the explosion and the overwhelming heat wave seemed to have lessened a lot.
It felt despair again. After a second of despair, it was relieved.
Because when it was about to take twenty-six steps, it stopped and immediately knelt on the ground, breathing heavily.
It knows it can't run away.
There are countless war horses in the darkness, countless war horses, and countless fierce soldiers.
Before it died, it finally raised its head.
It thinks it is arrogant, but little does it know that it is ridiculous.
Before he died, he saw clearly the man who killed him with a sword.
It thought it was unyielding, but it didn't know that the wet crotch, the tears on its dark face, and its trembling body had already betrayed its extremely fearful heart.
The one who kills thieves is the general of the heroic cavalry camp!
This guy was not burly, but had an extremely strong sword eyebrow. He did not use a long sword like other Zhou troops, but a sword.
Before Bing Yixiong died, he saw a jade pendant, which looked like a unicorn.
It knew that this was a prince from the Zhou Dynasty.
What a fast sword, what a fierce prince of Zhou, what a vicious yet handsome face.
"Disperse!" Zhou Xiao raised his sword high: "Anyone who leaves the camp will be killed without mercy!"
"Kill without mercy!"
"Kill without mercy!"
"Kill without mercy!"
They were killed without mercy, and they wished they could compete with the sound of gunpowder explosions.
A number of lucky Japanese thieves were lucky enough to run out of the camp, but unfortunately they were shot through the throat and chest by long arrows.
Zhou Xiao watched coldly as one living life after another turned into a corpse that gradually lost its warmth, with only indifference in his eyes.
He agreed with Han You that these beasts should not have appeared and should not have survived.
Death, the cruelest way of death, is their only destination and ending.
