The sun in early spring is not very warm, but the green that catches your eyes and the sunny light on your head add heat to people's hearts.

However, for Mr. Huang, who was going to fight with the army, this feeling had left him, and the cold palpitations were spreading, covering him, making him breathing hard.

There were another group of black dots in the air, some of which even had smoke tails, and took off from the opponent's position, flew quickly over the battle formation, and smashed within a hundred steps in front of the car formation.

The troops rushing forward were instantly surrounded by black smoke. In the black smoke, red fire points shone one after another, and each flashed, accompanied by a deafening explosion.

The explosions were one by one, and the difference was no longer distinguished. The smell of heat waves and sulfur came, making Mr. Huang unable to open his eyes.

"What is this?" The sudden blow made him confused.

And with the same question and fear, there were the leaders in his heart.

There seemed to be few enemies on the opposite side. Although there were trenches and chariot formations blocking the road, they did not take it seriously. When fighting, they always wanted to die. Of course, they did not expect their opponents to flee without fighting, or were intimidated by the military's might and surrendered.

But when they fight, it is shocking and terrifying. Although they have heard of weapons such as iron fireballs, they only know how terrifying it has been seen with their own eyes.

Moreover, Meng Jiucheng was very insidious. At the beginning of a small-scale attack, he just smashed stones, shot with crossbow arrows, and even conducted a hand-to-hand combat with close forces, and seemed to be able to defend the position with all his strength. When the opponent thought he had figured out the truth and launched a intensive attack, his firepower suddenly opened, and the pine cannons blasted violently, and the stone thunder exploded, and almost all the attacking enemies were included in one go.

The sight between the two sides was almost completely separated, and the two frightened war horses neighed and escaped from the thick smoke. There was no rider on the empty saddle. They were dragged on the side of the kickstand, and there were a few black shadows in black. From a distance, it was impossible to tell which part of the human body was.

The second wave of thunder then rang out, and the thick smoke covered the escaped war horses. The explosion, the smoke column and dust became all the scenery that could be seen occasionally in the thick smoke. The moment the fire flashed, Mr. Huang and others could see the soldiers who were overturned to the ground in the thick smoke, desperate and painful. The flames dissipated, and everything was covered in the thick smoke.

"This is a magic trick?" Mr. Huang felt that he could only use this word to describe it. His riding skills were not good at all, and the restlessness of the war horse almost threw him away.

The same is true for others, only a dozen riding horses, and the horse's steps moved back unconsciously. It seemed that shells that had nowhere to explode would fly over and land on their heads at any time. Some people looked at their leader anxiously and terrified, hoping to hear the leader's new orders.

“Retreat—”

"I can't fight anymore-"

"Quickly jingling gold--"

Although it was a large army on the surface, it was actually a five coalition. The commander sent by Zhou Sangui was his nephew Zhou Zonghe. He was a little brave but had a poor mind, so he sent Mr. Huang as the military advisor. However, he was hit hard and Zhou Zonghe wanted to continue to support him, but the other companies stopped doing it and clamored at Zhou Zonghe.

It’s no wonder that these four families don’t have many soldiers, but they are not strong enough. Who is willing to bear the big losses when they come by beating the side drums?

"What's the matter? How many people are killed or injured? How many people are there on the other side? How long can the enemy last if they continue to fight?" Zhou Zonghe stared at his eyes, not willing to be outdone, but he could only yell. How dare he use strong people when he was in battle? If his own troops were in chaos, wouldn't it give the enemy an opportunity to take advantage of it?

When Mr. Huang saw Zhou Zonghe glanced at him, he knew that he had to go forward and talk, at least he couldn't just go so chaotic. He barely controlled his horse and stepped forward and smiled, "Victory and defeat are common in military affairs. Not to mention that we are not defeated yet, we are just a small setback at the battle, so there is no need to panic."

"The Zhou family has a strong wealth and a large number of soldiers and horses, so it is not comparable to us." The leader of the Wu family sneered and said, "Mr. Huang's mouth is a small blow, which is a terrible injury to us!"

"That's right." Another leader expressed his dissatisfaction, "You're dead a hundred and eighty people, but we have suffered more than half of them."

More than half of the casualties must be exaggerated. After several rounds of attacks, a total of less than a thousand people were invested. Nearly two hundred people died, and three hundred were injured. This is the share of several families, and the Zhou family is the big one.

"We have to ask the head of the family, and it won't work like this." A smart leader did not object directly, but pushed him to the distance. "If we want to continue fighting, we are only responsible for escorting the formation and make a decision after the head of the family speaks."

"I mean that's the same." Someone immediately agreed and suggested to Zhou Zonghe: "Master Zhou is afraid that he doesn't want any major casualties. Commander, should you send someone back and ask for instructions?"

Zhou Zonghe was simple-minded and thought it made sense, so he turned to look at Mr. Huang as if he was asking.

Mr. Huang thought about it, nodded helplessly, but sighed in his heart. Now, except for suspending the attack, the Zhou family fought alone. These two choices were not satisfied with him, but there was no other way. Being blocked by the enemy so strongly, people's hearts were dispersed, so what else would you fight if you were half-hearted?

The smell of blood and sulfur became heavier and heavier. Finally, a survivor ran out from behind the thick smoke and stumbled towards this side. One, two, three, and more, his body was covered in blood, he lost his weapons, and ran desperately.

Dozens of soldiers who couldn't tell the difference in their faces came over in groups of three or three. The wounded soldiers got up from the pile of corpses and walked backwards staggeringly, taking a few steps, falling down, getting up, and walking again. After repeated several times, they finally failed to get out of the range of the Red Turban Army. Crossbow arrows flew from afar, nailing them to death in front of the formation.

The order to retreat was issued, and the morale of the army plummeted. The tragic scene caused Zhou Zonghe, Mr. Huang and the leaders of each family to ordinary soldiers to feel fear. Unknown things will always have an impact beyond their actual power.

"Recharge ammunition, form formations, and prepare!" Meng Jiucheng's orders were issued one by one.

The wolf smoke had already lit up, and the preparation for the joint attack was about to be completed soon, and Meng Jiucheng was also preparing to counterattack.

The enemy's courage was already cold. Although it had not yet been defeated, this scattered army was only the last straw.

"The opposite side is forming a formation. Are you going to rush up to fight?" Zhou Zonghe was very confused and asked Mr. Huang: "Since the enemy has come out, let's attack head-on, or-"
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