The explosion was rumbling, and the entire Yulong Mountain was filled with smoke. Cao Yun was sitting cross-legged at the entrance of a lane with a knife. At this location, he could not see the scene in the sky, and could only hear the constant explosions and the roar of the buzzing steam engine. Above his head, an officer squatted on the top of the lane, constantly reporting the current battle situation to Cao Yun.

There are three such lanes, and now they are led by Cao Yun, Cao Chong and Cao Hui. They are waiting for the Ming army to airborne.

The entire Yulong Mountain is empty. Except for the thick sand, rocks and trees on the surface, the entire interior, including the depths of dozens of meters underground, is completely empty. In this area, Cao Yun hid 10,000 people.

There were also ten thousand people on the surface, which were spread all over the entire Yulong Mountain. They were basically long-range strike forces, especially archers, crossbowmen and those who were forced to recruit. What they had to deal with was the first and most difficult air strikes of the Ming army.

"Catch a airship!" The officer above Cao Yun cheered loudly, and Cao Yun was also excited when he heard it. If the Ming army's airship wanted to put down the soldiers, he would definitely lower the height. As long as the height was reached, the Qi army would definitely have a chance.

Since you can fight the first one, there will naturally be a second one.

He quietly waited for the officer to send good news again.

The good news didn't make him wait too long, and the officer cheered again.

"I've killed another fight, and I've killed another..."

A violent explosion sounded above his head, and the officer's shouting stopped abruptly, and smoke came to his face, almost sealing the entrance of the alley. In the thick smoke, something seemed to be coming towards Cao Yun. He reached out and easily grabbed the thing that came to attack.

The smoke dissipated, and Cao Yun stared at the thing in his hand.

It was a broken arm, and it was wearing Qi Jun's standard armor.

This is the arm of the officer above his head.

He gently placed the arm aside, and behind him, another officer stood up, walked out of the alley in silence, and turned over to the top of the alley.

Han Dang knew that today would be his most difficult battle, but he did not expect that the battle would be so fierce at the beginning. He had lost three airships after less than a cup of tea. The tenacious will of Qi troops to resist, even though he had experienced many battles, a layer of chill appeared on his body. In his vision, a man wearing civilian costume of Qi jumped up from his hiding place. He actually held a strong crossbow with a string in one hand. The crossbow was at least more than two hundred kilograms. He actually raised it with one hand and aimed at the airship on his head.

Several Ming 1 styles on the airship opened fire at him at the same time. While Han Dang saw the big man's blood thrust out, the crossbow arrows on the crossbow also broke out like lightning.

With two chirping sounds, the airship shook a few times, and the airship's gas bag was pierced in a large hole that was penetrated. Han Dang could almost hear the sound of the gas escaping from the two holes.

"Repair and drive away!" he shouted loudly.

The two soldiers quickly climbed up along the bracket inside the pouch, and firmly stuck to the hole with a piece of leather covered with strong glue. However, this was just a temporary measure and it would not last long. Han Dang had to leave the battlefield immediately.

Han Dang's airship quickly raised upwards. He glanced at the battlefield for the last time and saw several guys who had burned to the fire, jumped up, shot the feather arrows in his hand at the other airship and then slammed down like a piece of wood.

More feather arrows shot out from behind the rocks, from caves, and from various unthinkable places. Among the ordinary feather arrows, there are also many feather arrows with explosives tied to the arrows. Once these feather arrows with burning sparks are pierced on the steam bag and explode, the damage caused is much heavier than that of ordinary strong crossbows.

Another airship fell from the air. Just now, at least a dozen such rockets exploded on the hull. The entire gas bag was blown away. The hull fell straight from the air. The ammunition loaded in the hull exploded, and a small cloud of mushrooms rose from the explosion.

Han Dang was a little confused as to why these Qi people still had such a belief in carrying out such a battle that would definitely lose. No matter from which perspective, Qi was undoubtedly defeated.

What Han Dang didn't know was that these martial arts figures who were forced to recruit by Cao Yun were among the people from the Nantianmen. Their families were now detained in Chang'an City, and only one sentence was thrown to them. Yulong Mountain was there, and their families were alive, and Yulong Mountain was lost. Their families would be beheaded in Chang'an City as soon as possible.

How can you not fight to the death? How dare you not fight to the death? Everyone is fighting for the lives of their relatives behind them. Only by winning can you have this chance to survive. In the face of saving the lives of more relatives, you can only not regard your own life as your life.

The last bomb was dropped before evacuating. This was the death order issued by Han Dang to his subordinates. The sacrifice would be great, but if he did not clear more territory for the subsequent airborne troops, the sacrifice would be even greater.

Behind them, the second batch of airship troops had already flew over, and all of them were loaded with troops preparing to airborne in Yulong Mountain. This group of 1,000 people were composed of special brigades directly under the military headquarters, but the wild dogs forced into it. In this team, in addition to the wild dogs, there were three other masters, He Rentu, and the horse leopard and the stone scholar.

Dozens of airships began to lower their heights from a distance, flew straight to Yulong Mountain, hovering above, and dozens of ropes were hanging down from each airship. One by one, the special forces members descended rapidly along the ropes. On the airship, the Ming 1-type stands on the side of the boat, spraying bullets downwards.

When the bombing had just stopped, countless Qi soldiers jumped out from every corner of Yulong Mountain. They were very messy at first, and gradually gathered together and rushed towards the top of the mountain.

The heavy crossbow arrows were mixed with locust-like feather arrows, and attacked dozens of airships that were more than twenty meters high from the top of the mountain like a storm.

These airships became targets of being hit for a while.

But even though the whole body was shot like a sieve, the heat erupted from the steam engine could no longer maintain its height. The airship was sinking more and more, and they did not think of escalating the height to escape. The soldiers responsible for the cover tried hard to stabilize the muzzle and shot the Qi soldiers who rushed up from afar on the road of charge.

The special squadron soldiers who were descending down the rope would be hit by feather arrows from time to time and fell off the rope. However, as long as they were still breathless and were not shot to death or fell to death, they would try their best to get up and quickly build a protective position with the people who had come down. Those who could no longer stand up were also crawling forward and could not hit, but they could still load bullets for their companions.

The first group of soldiers who were descending at a speed were half short of them in an instant. The remaining half finally formed a circular formation and protected a small position about a radius of about a hundred meters.

The crisp gunshots of Type 1 of the Ming Dynasty sounded densely, and mortars were quickly mounted, and in a blink of an eye, they fired shells at the officers and soldiers of Qi who were rushing up. Grenades were smashed through this circular formation by the soldiers.

The main force commanded by Cao Hui rushed over. Cao Hui knew very well that if the Ming army was allowed to maintain this position on the top of the mountain, then the endless Ming army would land from the air to the ground. Once the Ming army reached a certain number, it would almost become a delusion if they wanted to break through their defensive positions.

Only now is his only chance.

"Kill, kill." He led the way, dragging an explosive bag with one hand. The fuse on the explosive bag was burning. He ran forward like a wind, throwing the explosive bag in his hand forward.

The explosive bag was thrown in the center of the Ming army's position. Seeing that the fuse was about to burn to the end, several injured and unable to move roared at almost the same time, and jumped up with all their strength, covering their bodies on the explosive bag. Several people actually stacked like stacked arhats.

With a loud bang, several people were blown up like fallen leaves, and the moment their bodies flew up, they were already broken.

Cao Hui was only twenty steps away from the Ming army's position. With the crisp gunshots, his body shook a few times. When he looked down, several holes had appeared on the armor and severe pain came from his body. Beside him, his subordinates were falling down one by one.

He suddenly fell to the ground and twisted forward like a snake.

As he got closer, he jumped up, and the cold light flashed in his hand. He cut over a Ming soldier who had just raised his gun to him with a knife, and then jumped in and rushed in.

The Ming Dynasty Style 1, which had several bayonets, stabbed from several directions. Cao Hui's body turned drippingly. As the sword light shone, several Ming Dynasty Style 1 were chopped down by him. Then several soldiers' throats were bleeding and fell around him.

"Die!" He roared as he wanted to expand his battle results.

"Cao Hui!" A roar like thunder sounded in his ears. He suddenly turned around, with a heavy black shadow in front of him, and the strong wind blew, almost forcing people to breathe. He had only time to raise the long sword in his hand, and a muffled sound came from his ears. Although the Bailian Treasure Sword in his hand was not broken, it was twisted in an instant. A ferocious and angry face appeared in his eyes, and a body like a door panel almost blocked his vision.

"Go to die!" The wild dog roared and swept it over again.

Two equally twisted and inconsistent knifes collided again. Cao Hui shouted and flew up, rolling back and falling back to the attacking attacking army. The wild dog, a fork fell to the ground, bounced up like a spring.

The faces of Qi people were already densely packed in front of them. After the soldiers of the special forces brigade fired the bullets in their hands quickly, they all raised their bayonets and roared and rushed forward.
Chapter completed!