Throw along the narrow road.

These glass bottles need as much as you want.

The sky was filled with fire, accompanied by thick smoke, and the Tatar tents were the easiest to burn. When they encountered an open flame, the cowhide felt and cloth strips quickly spit out the flames.

This made the flying balls above feel uncomfortable.

The smell is very choking.

So, all the flying balls had to start to pull up a little higher. At a rate of 150 steps, the thick smoke had just dissipated. Although the sky was still filled with a pungent breath, at this time, it was at least a lot more uncomfortable.

The balloon had to use a flywheel in the vine basket to control the flying northwards, and the density of the glass bottles was much smaller.

But even so, the fires everywhere could no longer be curbed.

Under the balloon, the Tatar camp completely collapsed.

The Tatars had to leave their horses and looked at the fireworks sweeping over and the sky in horror, "bombs" thrown down at any time. They were originally partners who stood shoulder to shoulder, but now, in order to seek a glimmer of hope, they had to draw their swords and meet each other.

Yandahan sadly saw a larger ball of flames rising up all over the sky, which were the dry food and horse materials stockpiled by the Tatars.

The piles of horse materials began to burn, and almost all the frightened war horses began to flee everywhere in the horse circle.

It's over...

He looked at the fire man rushing out of the fire everywhere. The burning pain of skin was so burning that anyone could be frightened. The cow and horse became a masterless thing.

Yanda Khan was almost dragged by the guards and rushed north all the way. They hoped to find a few horses again and again, but these horses were crazy and could not control them no matter what, and they frantically threw the people down.

There were defeated soldiers everywhere, and many awakened Tatars instantly collapsed. They drew out their long swords hysterically and slashed randomly, making their companions become enemies.

And the black flying ball was still in good condition and followed their steps slowly forward.

"What is this?" Yan Dahan looked back at the flying ball that covered the stars and the moon, and stuttered: "Southern people...Southern people..."

Looking at the tragic situation around him, his heart was as if he was about to collapse.

His face was twisted, ferocious and terrifying. He inserted the long sword in his hand into the ground in pain, and raised his head and whistled: "I swear to repay this great hatred!"

"Shank you..." The guards howled and shouted in fear: "Go away, go away."

"Where are the sons, where are they?" Yan Dahan was still unwilling to leave and had to take his son away no matter what.

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

The only youngest son stayed in the desert.

The Tatars inherited the Mongolian system. The eldest sons either divided some people and set up their own families, or they followed their father to fight, while the younger son was responsible for guarding the family.

Now, his two sons are still in the camp swallowed by the fire.

Yandahan was in tears. He couldn't bear to leave. He wanted to rescue his son immediately. However, the fire in the sky was swallowing the surroundings. He could only watch the fire in front of him swallowing everything. He roared and roared: "My son."

"Khan!" The guards had to pull Yanda Khan and continue to travel north. Behind them were defeated soldiers, and war horses fleeing in chaos everywhere. The fire rushed straight into the sky.

I could no longer stand the flying ball full of smoke and dust, so I had to start pulling up, constantly pulling up, and reaching the upper air outlet.

Almost all the glass bottles were almost thrown. Yang Biao took out the telescope. The ground was burned brightly because of the fire. The camp in the telescope had become a purgatory. Countless people burned black, covered with fire, surrounded by fire, and those who wanted to rush out of the sea of ​​fire, and those who were trying to cut a knife to their companions in order to fight for a way out.

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

Chen Ao looked at the miserable scene below, thought about it seriously, and then replied to Yang Biao: "Because for some people, plundering others is a shortcut to make themselves eat and wear, so... they should kill them all."

Yang Biao thought for a while, then nodded and said, "It's right. My mother said, "It's like me that I know how to eat food. It's useless when I was born. I asked her, why should I give birth if I was born? Guess what my mother said? My mother said that if I don't give birth, I will be bullied by others. My mother is really a reasonable person. Although she has never read any books, every sentence makes sense. Isn't it the same today? When I was born, I just don't let us be bullied. They want to steal our Ming Dynasty, so I let them taste the great, Mr. Chen, will you eat beef jerky?"

Chen Ao shook his head, took out his dry food from his bag, and smiled faintly at Yang Biao.

"The beef jerky is too hard, so let's eat something else."

After half an hour of attack, the flying team began to return. After the flying ball was raised, it slowly passed through the canyon full of mountains. In this dark night, it was like a ghost. Behind them, the cry and fire gradually became farther and farther behind them.

After passing Datong Pass, the balloons began to land. After lowering, they immediately dropped their iron sights. Then, the exhausted man turned over and got down the vine basket.

Yang Biao then began to set off fireworks, and the fireworks illuminated the night sky one by one.

The ground crews not far away came quickly following the fireworks, and the pilots landing nearby also came to gather.

This night.

The two flying balls lost contact and did not return to the gate. Only God knows where they went and whether they could come back.

But even if you can't come back and the flying ball is intercepted by the Tatars, it doesn't matter, because there is no fuel and the flying ball has no meaning.

The Tatars couldn't even make iron pots, let alone fuel for the flying balls.

All the others returned to the gate.

Fifty-eight flying balls and nearly seven thousand tincture oil bottles were all thrown cleanly.

Everyone who came back from outside the pass had a red light on their faces.

Although it was their first battle, their previous tension had disappeared without a trace.

This raid was almost like crushing, completely taking advantage of the Tatars' unpredictability, and the Tatars had never expected that they would be attacked by flying balls in the sky, so they were relieved to set up camp in a bold and intensive manner.

As for how many Tatars died, only God knows.

After all, Yang Biao was very anxious to calculate. If the sailors in Ningbo Water Village were replaced, the approximate number would be calculated through telescope statistics.

It was just dawn.

Last night, the Datong military and civilians who heard the night of howling were heard, and spent the night in anxiety.

For many households, they were born and raised here. Although many people began to migrate south, many people remained.

Even those who have never experienced the horror of the Tatars after they broke through the barriers, they have enough horror impressions. They are like ants, unable to give up everything here, but they have to be slaughtered.

The officers and soldiers were even more frightened. They wanted to repair the gap in the Datong Pass for no help, but they themselves understood that temporary repairs were meaningless. Once the Tatars attacked the next day, this fatal weakness would still become the source of their tragedy.

But……

It's dawn.

A large number of scouts began to leave the city.

Immediately, a terrible news was brought back.

The fire in the Tatar camp killed countless people and horses.

The Tatar prisoners who were captured told that that night... countless flying balls arrived above them.

God blesses the Ming Dynasty.

Countless military and civilians couldn't help but cheer, and some people lit firecrackers in tears.

At this time, people thought of the flying team stationed ten miles inside the pass, the man who played the sign of Zhenguo Mansion.

General Jin Zizhong and Zhongzheng Wu Xie, plus the local inspector censor, gathered together.

They were anxiously waiting for the news, and on the other hand, they wanted to invite the flying team to enter.

On the one hand, the scouts had already begun to leave the city, searching for the camps left by the Tatars and counting the results of the battle.

Everyone was silent. From yesterday's failure to protect themselves, their thoughts became different in a blink of an eye.

Finally, the results of the battle were counted: "Reported that 13,000 bodies were found outside the pass, and the vast majority were beyond recognition. In addition, many disabled people were found. They did not run far away and were all blocked and killed by the roar. The approximate number, totaling, should be around 15,000 people."

Ten thousand people...

Jinzi took a breath and the hanging stone finally returned to its original place.

He knew too well what it meant to be 15,000 people.

When the Ming Dynasty fought against the Tatars, the reports often reported were beheading more than a hundred, thirty people, seven people, or even a great victory. If you can get three hundred heads, it will be considered a military merit.

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

But because the Tatars were all cavalry, and the cavalry had too strong mobility and all the initiative in the battlefield was in their hands. The Ming army could not conduct an effective annihilation battle against the Tatars. Even if the Tatars were defeated and saw 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 we won the battle, we could only see the Tatars calmly packing up their companions' bodies and returning to the desert.

It's too difficult to get the head.

Therefore, sometimes tens of thousands of Tatar cavalry may be defeated in one fell swoop, and the number of heads reported may be very small.
Chapter completed!