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Chapter 542 A great victory

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    Along the narrow road, throw all the way.

    These glass bottles are all made of as much or as little as they are needed.

    With fires all over the sky and thick smoke billowing, the Tatar tents were the easiest to burn. When exposed to an open flame, the cowhide felt and cloth strips quickly spewed tongues of flame.

    This made the flying balls above also start to feel uncomfortable.

    The smell is very unpleasant.

    As a result, all the flying balls had to start to be raised a little higher. When they reached the position of 150 steps, the thick smoke dispersed. Although the sky was still filled with a pungent smell, at this time, at least it felt better.  Quite a few.

    The balloon had to use the flywheel in the rattan basket to control its northward flight, and the density of the glass bottles thrown was much smaller.

    But even so, the fire that filled the sky could no longer be contained.

    Under the balloon, the Tatar camp completely collapsed.

    The Tatars had no choice but to abandon their horses, watching in horror the fireworks that swept away, and the 'bombs' dropped from the sky at any time. They were originally partners side by side, but now, in order to seek a glimmer of hope, they had to pull away.  Sword, sword and soldier meet.

    Yanda Khan sadly saw a larger flame rising in the sky, which was the dry food and horse feed that the Tatars had hoarded.

    The piles of horse materials began to burn, and in almost all the horse pens, the frightened horses began to flee in all directions.

    It¡¯s over¡­

    He looked at the burning people rushing out of the fire everywhere. The pain of being burned was enough to make anyone tremble with fear. The cattle and horses became ownerless things.

    Yanda Khan was almost dragged by the guards, running north all the way. They hoped to find a few horses again and again, but these horses were all crazy, unable to control them no matter what, and they threw people down crazily.  Come.

    There were defeated soldiers everywhere. Many Tatars who were awakened suddenly had their spirits collapsed. They drew out their long swords hysterically and hacked at random. Their companions became enemies.

    But the flying balls were still taking their time, following their steps and moving forward slowly.

    "What is this?" Yanda Khan looked back at the flying ball that covered the stars and the moon, and murmured: "Southern people Southern people"

    Looking at the tragic situation around him, his heart was as sharp as a knife, and his whole body was about to collapse.

    His face was distorted and hideous. He stuck the long knife in his hand into the ground in agony, raised his head and roared: "I swear to repay this great hatred!"

    "Great Khan" the guards howled and shouted in panic: "Let's go, let's go."

    "Where are the sons? Where are they?" Yanda Khan was still unwilling to leave and would take his sons away with him no matter what.

    The eldest son is dead, but the second and third princes are still here.

    The only youngest son stayed in the desert.

    The Tatars inherited the Mongolian system. The eldest sons either divided some troops and established their own families, or they followed their fathers in conquests, while the younger sons were responsible for guarding the family.

    Now, his two sons are still in the camp that was engulfed by fire.

    Yanda's face was filled with sweat and tears. He couldn't bear to leave. He wanted to rescue his son immediately, but the fire in the sky was engulfing the surroundings. He could only watch the fire in front of him devour everything. He roared and roared: "  My son."

    "Great Khan!" The guards had no choice but to pull Yanda Khan and continue heading north. Behind them, there were broken troops and horses fleeing in chaos everywhere. The fire shot straight into the sky.

    I could no longer stand the flying balls filled with smoke and dust, so I had to start raising the ball higher and higher, reaching the top of the wind.

    Almost all the glass bottles had been thrown. Yang Biao took out the telescope. The ground was burned brightly due to the fire. The camp in the telescope had become a purgatory. Countless people were burned black and covered with fire.  There are people who are surrounded by fire, trying to break out of the sea of ????fire, and people who are fighting for a way to survive and stabbing their companions.

    Yang Biao chewed the beef jerky and couldn't help but sigh: "It's so pitiful. Why do everyone keep killing? If they come to kill us, we will kill them. What's the point in killing them until the end?"

    Shen Ao looked at the tragic scene below, thought about it seriously, and answered Yang Biao: "Because for some people, robbing others is a shortcut to keep themselves fed and clothed, so they all deserve to be killed."

    Yang Biao thought for a while, then nodded and said: "You're right, my mother said, if I know how to eat, there will be no use in giving birth. So I asked her, if there is no use in giving birth, why should I give birth?"  What do you think my mother is???Even in a great victory, if you can get 300 heads, it is considered as a battle achievement.

    Of course, this does not mean that the combat effectiveness of the Ming army is very low.

    But because the Tatars are all cavalry, the cavalry is too mobile, and all the initiative on the battlefield is in their hands. The Ming army simply cannot carry out an effective annihilation battle against the Tatars, even if the Tatars are defeated.  Now, seeing that the situation was not good, they could easily escape on horseback, and the Ming army could not pursue them at all.

    In addition, because there was no annihilation war, naturally, even if they won the battle, they could only see the Tatars calmly collecting the corpses of their companions and returning to the desert.

    It is too difficult to get the first level.

    Therefore, sometimes tens of thousands of Tatar cavalry may be defeated in one fell swoop, and the number of heads that may be reported is also very few.

    But this time there were fifteen thousand heads at once. Just outside Datong Pass, no Tatars took away the bodies of their companions. All the Tatars who could escape escaped completely. Obviously  The army can confidently and boldly go out of the city and take off the heads like wheat.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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