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Chapter 679 The most disparate battle in history

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

In a moment, dozens of incendiary bombs burst into pieces at the foot of the mountain to the east of the Tuban people. As the shrill fire burned, the rolling smoke mixed with the unknown sound of "crackling".

This is just the beginning.

Before the Tupan people could react, the hot air balloons dropped their incendiary bombs to the west, north, and east. The three or four small hills where they were quickly surrounded by thick smoke and fire.

However, it was midsummer, with lush trees and plenty of moisture in the mountains. Even though the Model Army's incendiary bombs were very powerful, it was difficult to actually burn the fire. The incendiary bombs were more like smoke bombs at this time.

But in this state, smoke bombs are even more terrifying than incendiary bombs!

In just a few minutes, before the map panel could take a few steps, the surging smoke had already surrounded the mountain.

"boom!"

"Boom..."

Li Fengshou and the others who control the hot air balloons are so nauseous!

They did not rush to encircle and bomb the Red Flag Division of the Map Spot, but they patroled the surroundings, blocking the corners, and preventing the Red Flag Tartars from coming out. They only had four or five hot air balloons, and leisurely dropped a few flowering bullets on the periphery of the mountain to scare people. They were like shepherds driving sheep, and they drove these Red Flag Tartars to the top of the mountain.

After seven or eight minutes, thick smoke began to spread to the mountain range, rolling and boiling, like a huge smoke monster forming.

"Ahem..."

"Help, cough cough..."

Fierce calls for help and coughing began to come from the top of the mountain, among the mountains. Even though Xu Changqing was on the Peacock Ridge at this time, he could still hear it clearly.

However, no matter how pitiful they are and struggle, they are useless. Who can save them now and now?

"Xu Changqing, you lowly Nikan, I must tear you to pieces! Ah, cough cough..."

At this time, the intestines were regretful. Standing on a huge rock on the top of the mountain, he screamed like a wolf, but was soon choked and coughed again, and even his heart and liver were about to cough out, but there was no way.

On Peacock Ridge, seeing that the fires around him were not burning, Xu Changqing breathed a sigh of relief.

In order to prevent the uncontrollable situation from being triggered by a wildfire, the children of the Model Army worked hard for the middle of the night and cut out a very wide isolation layer. In addition, the depressions and streams in the middle can ensure that the Model Army can retreat within enough time when an accident occurs.

Of course, in this state, if you really want to set up wildfires, the Model Army still has this strength and only need to drop more incendiary bombs. However, when you enter the mountain, the Model Army did not bring many auxiliary soldiers, and the ammunition is very precious. The little man-made Map is obviously not worth wasting too much ammunition.

"Master, no, let's break through! If you don't break through, you will be choked to death, cough cough cough cough..."

As time passed, the people on the hilltop had completely turned into ants on the hot pan, and they rushed to summon people's hands.

But they obviously don't understand science.

In this state, the more anxious you are, the more rash you are, the more you will accelerate the fusion of carbon monoxide and hemoglobin, making people less energy and things will become worse.

At this time, although there were nearly a thousand people around Tupan, they were all choked and blushed with their faces and thick necks, and they coughed continuously. In addition, the thick smoke lingered, the visibility was too low, and they could hardly tell who was who was.

However, Tuban and the others were not stupid, and they didn't know who was the first to tear off their sleeves, wet them with the water in the kettle and protect their mouths and noses. Others followed suit, which made the situation barely control.

Tuban knew that he could not hesitate anymore, so he plucked up his strength to greet everyone around him: "Hurry up, break through to the east!"

Soon, the crowd ignored it and rolled and climbed to break through the mountain.

But the more you go down the mountain, the thicker the smoke!

Even if there is a wet cloth to protect your mouth and nose, it cannot solve the big problem. The key is that the visibility is getting lower and lower, and they can only distinguish the direction based on the terrain.

"Boom!"

"Boom..."

The hot air balloon troops of the Model Army had long anticipated this situation, and sometimes they continued to throw scattered flowering bullets and incendiary bombs around them. On the one hand, they continued to control the fire and smoke, and on the other hand, they were constantly stimulating the hearing of these Red Flag Tartars.

Tuban broke through more than a hundred meters, and half of the manpower was missing.

Some of them were tragically destroyed by various terrain. Even if they were not killed, they would immediately destroy the breathing duct and suffocate. There were also many people who knew that breaking through would definitely not be possible. They ignored the map and retreated back to the top of the mountain.

After all, the smoke on the hill is smaller, so in this state, I can live for a while. The most pitiful one is the personal guards of Tuban.

When they really rushed to the mountain, they found that it was impossible to break through, because it was so smoky and fire that it was impossible to go out. But when they wanted to go back to the mountain, they found that they had no strength...

"Xu, Xu Changqing, grandpa, even if I become a ghost, I will not let you go!!!"

Tupan soon became the last force. In the end, he used all his strength to roar, and then he fell to the ground and fainted.

But when he fainted, he never had the chance to wake up again...

...

The war comes quickly and goes quickly.

In just over a quarter of an hour, the originally irritating peacock's wings gradually became quiet, and there was no mess or sound.

The Hongniang was originally leading his troops to wait for the final attack in the southern section of Wings, but after waiting for a long time, no one came out and couldn't help but be speechless. Is that okay?

The same is true for other sides.

Almost no Tatars inlaid with red flags ran out.

Even if a few of them ran out sporadically, they were quickly dealt with by the men who were ambushing around them.

However, in order to make things safer, Xu Changqing did not rush to ask his men to come forward to investigate the situation, but covered more than a quarter of an hour of firepower, and then stopped the bombing.

At this time, the mountains and forests were already dead silent.

The continuous smoke of this intensity was almost ripe for ham, not to mention human beings.

Seeing that the overall situation was settled, Xu Changqing couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but could not help coughing because of being choked and quickly covered his mouth and nose.

This is definitely the battle with the greatest casualties since the Model Army was formed!

Although there has not been an accurate news yet, Xu Changqing can already confirm that the casualties of the Model Army will definitely not exceed double digits, or even less!

But at this time, we still cannot investigate in detail. After all, the mountains and forests are lush and the smoke has not yet dissipated, so we still need to wait patiently.

While the various units of the Model Army were waiting patiently, when I received the news on the official road to the east, Luoluo Huan tribe, who rushed over overnight, happened to see the final scale of the thick smoke.
Chapter completed!
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