In fact, it was not only those who jumped into the water that were running away in despair. When the fire was devouring the ships, the Qing army on the ship was also in a desperate situation. They had only two choices, either stayed on the ship and were burned to death, or jumped into the river!

The Qing army's ships were salt ships with a load of thousands of stones to two thousand stones. In addition to a few boatmen, each ship was equipped with dozens of armored infantry, and at most hundreds of people. Originally, these Qing army would jump onto the Ming army's ship at the moment of boarding, and with the heavy armor on their bodies, the sharp blade in their hands turned the Ming army's warship into a Shura hell. But now before they could realize their wish, the wish fell on them - their own ship became purgatory!

It was like a floating purgatory of fire. The Qing army, who was in this sea of ​​fire, replaced brutality despite fear and praying and cursing, had no way to escape. As the fire expanded, they could only jump into the river.

The wooden hull could not withstand the burning, and soon the burnt hull collapsed. The moment the ship collapsed, the people on the boat immediately sank into the river.

The moment they sank into the water, they struggled desperately and tried to shout for help.

But their heavy armor directly brought them into the cold river bottom. They didn't even give them a chance to call for help.

In fact, there are many people trying to grab the boat boards, wood and anything else that can float on the water, but these things are difficult to support them to float on the water. The heavy iron armor on their bodies constantly dragged them toward the bottom of the river.

The iron armor that saved his life became a burden for his life. The Qing army struggling on the water sank into the cold bottom of the river in a blink of an eye.

Not even a vortex remains!

Of course, nothing was left behind. On the cold river surface, there were countless burning boat boards, masts burning there, smoke and flames filled the river surface.

Under the flames, no bodies were left behind.

Most of the corpses sank into the cold bottom of the river.

Of course, not all sank to the bottom of the river. On the surface of the river, there were some lucky people who were not wearing armor. They grabbed any floating object and struggled in the river water. Each face was filled with despair.

The despair is not just because the cotton coat on their bodies is getting heavier and heavier when they see the water, but the cold river water is taking away the heat from their bodies, making their consciousness a little blurred. They will soon lose consciousness due to the cold and then sink to the bottom of the river...

This place is no longer the Yangtze River, but the Styx - a River of Styx full of death. The shipboards burning on the river surface seem to confirm all this, reminding people that this is a piece of purgatory.

But in just a momentary moment, the already aggressive Qing army sank into the cold Yangtze River, without even a fierce fight or a deafening shout.

There are only a few thousand combustion bottles...

This scene even made the Ming army on the ship dumbfounded. They even looked at the green and transparent mobilizer in their hands in disbelief. They didn't know what was in the bottle, but it was certainly fatal!

It is like a fire of hell, which can burn everything on the water and take everyone's lives! Of course, if you hold it in your own hands, it is the killer weapon.

"Buddha bless..."

Hu Shoujin muttered silently in his heart, and he was also frightened. Although according to the deployment of the military gate, if he encountered the Qing army's ships, he would use a molten bottle to burn it. But he really didn't expect it.

This is a war there!

It is clearly a matter of letting others stand there and letting you burn.

Actually, it wasn't right. It seemed that the Jiannu fights before were quite happy, and many people died on his side.

But it seems that more people died... they died so unknown, either burned to death, or died in the river...

Seeing the desperate Jiannu in the river, Hu Shoujin thought for a while and then said.

"Send orders to catch these Jiannu!"

He shouted again before the people around him could react.

"What are you doing when he is standing there? His head is military merit. If he sinks, he will have nothing. Take it up and chop off his head before talking about it..."

Soon, the Jiannu who had not yet sunk into the river were caught up. They were frozen and they were pressed on the side of the ship and their heads were cut off. Then the body was kicked into the river with red plasma spreading rapidly along the direction of the ship's travel.

In a blink of an eye, the river surface was dyed red...

When the Ming army on the ship was excitedly chopping their heads and calculating military merits, Abatai and others who were watching the battle on the shore were stunned. They didn't know what was going on at all. They even didn't know in their consciousness what fire could burn so much, but in just a blink of an eye, the flames swallowed everything on the ship.

They are not unfamiliar with Rockets, but they just tied oil-diped cloth strips and had to burn them for a while before they could light the wooden boards and roofs. As for tinder oil... In fact, it is just about what oil is used for whatever oil is used, and those oils also need to be burned for a while before they can attract them. But the fire of Mingjun is different!

"Fire, the God of Fire..."

Batuhai, who once went on a war with Yuetuo, immediately saw the surging fire in Jinan.

Although his words were not loud, these two words spread quickly throughout the river bank and reached the ears of all the people watching the battle. Whether it was a general or an ordinary slave, they were all frightened by the scene in front of them. When the words "God of Fire" came, their minds instinctively believed all this, and they even saw the face of flames burning on the water.

These fires were the fire god that attracted the heavenly fire!

Endless when encountering water!

Seeing some fire balls floating to the riverside, the Qing army, who were so scared by the name of the Fire God, did not dare to go over to rescue the people who had finally fled to the riverside with wood. They seemed to ignore it, letting them be frozen, and then slowly sank into the river.

Abatai, who was standing by the river, just stared at the riverside in a daze. He couldn't figure out what happened. Why did it become like this?

As for what kind of Vulcan God.

No matter what kind of heavenly fire is, it doesn’t matter!

Seeing so many servants sinking into the river quietly, and even a wave was not raised, he only had one thought left in his mind - he was dead this time!

In any case, his emperor brother would never let him go!

He led 30,000 troops into the pass, how many troops are left now?

It's over!

This time, no matter how much you grab, you can't save your life...

Just when Abatai was worried about his life there, he didn't know that in the south, in the Daishan area, the staves he sent were removed one after another. In fact, everyone was paying attention to the situation on the river, and no one noticed that a team of Ming troops were passing through Daishan.

"Brothers, follow me and kill Jiannu."

After a brief rest, Chen Wudi, the general of the Tiger Ben Army, rushed out of the snow at the foot of the mountain, and raised the saber in his hand high.

In order to catch Jiannu off guard, he even gave up the opportunity to attack Jiannu last night. At that time, Jiannu was on the verge of panic under the sudden shelling. In fact, according to the plan, he originally wanted to lead the heavy armored Tiger Camp to the battlefield when the gunner in the city used mortar cannons to bombard Jiannu with mortars.

But the people in Nanjing refused to enter the city. This also means that he could not kill the enemy in the chaos as planned, and it was no big deal!

It's just a death-death battle!

Chen Wudi thought this silently in his heart. He looked back at the brothers beside him. Their armor was painted with white paint. It was with the cover of white paint that they could not disturb the enemy and lurk here and to the edge of the Qing army camp.

Now, everything is simple!

Kill slaves!

"Kill slaves. Kill slaves."

More than 4,000 officers and soldiers of the Huben Camp stood up, and they let out a deafening roar. The sabers in their hands formed a steel jungle in their hands, and they lined up in sharp formations, like a moving torrent of steel, and rushed towards the Qing army's camp...
Chapter completed!