The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son - Chapter 554

[554. Chapter 541 Burning Company]

Just when Chaolu was frustrated.

In the sky.

Yang Biao took out a firework, lit it, and threw it into the air.

The fireworks exploded in mid-air, and in an instant, thousands of fireworks rose into the sky, lighting up the entire night sky.

This…is the signal to start the attack.

All fly balls, blowing in the wind.

They even began to land slowly.

The fly ball was getting lower and lower.

When they were sixty or seventy steps from the ground, the Tatar camp below could almost be clearly seen.

This distance is just outside the range of the bow and arrow.

For ordinary bows and arrows, a hundred steps is the limit, but when shooting in the air, a shot of thirty steps is considered good.

Under this absolutely safe airspace, flying balls fell from the sky one after another.

The fireworks had been noticed by the guards on duty underground. They looked up at the sky and watched the faint stars gradually become brighter and brighter. Finally, the black balloons hidden in the night gradually revealed their huge bodies. , the pressure was above their heads.

They subconsciously wanted to take out their bows and arrows.

There were more people, some at a loss, who dared to face the Ming army that was several times their size, and even dared to charge against the Ming Dynasty’s wall.

But facing the balloons falling from the sky, especially in this night, they felt a sense of panic.

No matter how brave a person is, they will inevitably feel fear when facing unknown scenes.

However, the arrow that was shot could not reach the balloon above.

The balloon passed silently over their heads.

A huge shadow was left on the ground.

The shadow walked slowly, and then, on top of the balloon, Shen Ao and Yang Biao happily took out the glass bottles.

Shen Ao was responsible for igniting the fire, while Yang Biao held the glass bottle filled with iron nails and liquid.

From the sealed wooden plug, a lead sticks out.

The fire break ignited the fuse.

The lead instantly exploded with sparks.

Yang Biao looked down happily and threw the glass bottle down without hesitation.

The glass bottle fell straight down.

Then, he fell directly into a tent.

The lead has been burned into the sealed bottle.

The liquid in this bottle is all refined fire oil.

The kerosene ignited and instantly produced a large amount of gas in the bottle.

But this bottle is sealed with glass.

In that instant, a ball of fire burst out directly from the glass bottle.

With a loud noise, countless pieces of glass shattered into fragments and flew around.

A Tatar on night watch looked at the fire. Before he could react, the flying iron nails and glass fragments tore his face apart. He covered his face and howled: “Eyes, my eyes.” “

The flames and kerosene sputtered out like tarsal maggots. The burning kerosene touched the tent, and the tent immediately burned and stained the hay. The haystacks used to feed the horses immediately burst into flames, shooting straight into the sky. It splashed on the person’s body, and the person subconsciously wanted to hit him, but the fire oil was not easy to extinguish, and it still burned, and the animal skin clothes on his body began to emit thick smoke.

The fire began to devour people. The people who were burned went crazy, making the mournful cry of a night owl, and ran all the way, or crashed into a tent aimlessly, or rushed towards the fence. Finally, when All that was left of him was a skeleton, which eventually turned into ashes.

Several tents were set on fire, and the people inside tried to escape like crazy, but some people were directly buried in the sea of fire.

The thick smoke erupted from the fire was suffocating, which was why those who were sleeping in the tent could not escape at all. The thick smoke was instantly generated, and the sleeping people had no time to react before they fell into a coma. In the end, they lost their perception.

All of a sudden…

the entire Tatar camp began to explode.

Countless people woke up from their dreams, their faces turned blue with fear from the horrific screams and explosions.

They rushed out of the tent in a daze, and next, glass bottles fell from the sky one by one.

They watched the huge flying balls slowly move forward along the canyon. In front of them, in the darkness, as soon as they came out, they began to explode. Each tent began to burn, and each one was on fire, shouting lifelessly. .

Many people were even unable to escape.

The slow balloon blocked the clouds and sun, casting black shadows one after another in the sky.

Some people just knelt down and shouted for Genghis Khan, God, or anyone they thought they could save.

But all this is in vain.

In the horse pen, the war horses were frightened. They started to rush out of the fence like crazy, and then ran wildly.

These uncontrollable horses used to be the killing weapons of the Tatar people, but now they have become the source of more unrest. The horses ran wildly and rushed into tents. No matter who was in front of them, they did not hesitate to kill them. It knocked away the person who fell to the ground, and their horses’ hooves stepped on it, crushing their bones directly.

But everyone on the flying ball became extra calm after being nervous and excited.

After the excitement, I trembled, and what was left was unspeakable loneliness.

He mechanically threw glass bottles down, one after another, and he didn’t even bother to aim, because the place below was the densest part of the camp, so he could just throw them casually.

But the camp below has fallen into hell on earth.

……

Yanda Khan has been awakened from his dream.

This is a nightmare.

He heard screams from all sides, and he looked at his tent at a loss, and his guards were not there.

What happened.

He smelled the fire, the flames burning the felt, emitting a pungent and nauseating odor.

Not only that, there were screams, the screams of countless people, and horses, and horses were neighing.

The wailing sound, the wailing sound that was painful to the bone, made Yanda Khan break into a cold sweat.

He had not slept well for many days since his son died.

Finally arrived in Datong, and in Datong City, the detailed operations he arranged had successfully destroyed the city defense of Datong. This nominally a reckless battle of revenge, but under his arrangement, it turned into a confrontation. Ming’s fatal blow.

Tomorrow, as long as it dawns tomorrow, he can launch a fierce attack on Datong, which is the weakest defense at this time. He is convinced that he can capture Datong in one fell swoop. If this long-coveted Datong is captured, then… his ancestors were once defeated. The shame of the southerners being expelled from the pass, and the shame of the southerners’ Taizu and Emperor Wen going deep into the desert and sweeping across the Northern Yuan Dynasty, can all be avenged.

After entering the pass, there are all cattle and sheep there, but the cattle and sheep outside the pass have four legs, while the cattle and sheep inside the pass only have two legs.

Now…

all of this…is ruined by this terrible sound and pungent smell.

He put on his leather coat, took out his golden knife, and hurried out of the big tent, but… his pupils were shrinking, and he saw the flying balls in the sky, the monster that had killed his son, and now, They appeared again, and more came. Wherever the flying ball passed, there were countless explosions and seas of fire. He saw with his own eyes that several people were struggling in the flames, and their bodies were already burning. In the fire, the limbs were twisted and making various strange movements.

There were also war horses, his horses, which were galloping and no longer recognized their masters. They did not hesitate to knock down each person and fled in all directions.

Countless Tatars escaped from the sea of fire and ran like crazy towards the place where the fire had not yet started.

The most terrifying thing is that this is a canyon. There are only two roads forward and backward, so you can’t escape in all directions. This long and narrow canyon makes it easier for the sea of fire to spread.

The balloon is still moving forward slowly, like a monster that devours everything. It is quiet, floating slowly, neither fast nor slow, but like a mountain, coming towards Yandahan.

The guards finally found Yanda Khan. They pulled Yanda Khan and shouted: “Khan, let’s go!”

“Let’s go…” Yanda Khan felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart, and he was so painful that he couldn’t breathe.

He roared: “Where are the bows and arrows? Where are the bows and arrows?”

The bows and arrows were useless.

This is an asymmetrical war, and its advantage is comparable to that of the Tatar cavalry facing the Ming infantry in the wilderness. No, it is even much greater than this advantage.

No one dares to shoot arrows into the sky anymore.

Because it doesn’t make any sense.

The Tatar, who was awakened by the screams, completely collapsed.

They were like crazy, running towards the place that was not burning. There were more and more people. They had no horses and had to rely on two legs. They were blocked in the canyon, pushing each other and trampling on each other. At this time… …People’s fear has been continuously magnified, and their courage has been lost.

Yanda Khan was dragged by the guards towards the other direction of the canyon.

And the thirteen-year-old child, the man named Chaolu, witnessed with his own eyes the stars in the sky, and finally turned into huge balloons, and the balloons were just above him.

He had forgotten that he was a man determined to chop off the heads of countless southerners. He raised his head with unparalleled fear on his childish face.

At this time, no one paid attention to him.

That day, a bottle fell.

Boom… the fireball erupted from the broken glass bottle, and the red-hot iron nails and glass entered Chaolu’s body like locusts.

A nail pierced into his eye socket.

He fell, his body twitching in the firelight from all sides, and the pain in his tarsal bones made him wail miserably.

But no one paid attention to him. Behind every man, there are always countless bones, and more people cannot become men.

In the end, he fell into a pool of blood. When he was dying, a galloping horse stepped on his femur, which shattered.

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Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone.

I would also like to thank the two classmates “Beiliang Green Ant” and “Tushan Dajia” for becoming the sixteenth and seventeenth leaders of this book. In addition, there is also a classmate named “Crack” who has become the leader.

Thank you very much.

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