Chapter 577: Ten thousand sounds

In the Later Jin camp, the fires soared into the sky, and the screams of people and horses were wailing, explosions, burning, and collisions were intertwined, which seemed out of place with this dazzling starry sky.

Huang Taiji closed his eyes in pain and imagined the consequences, but he did not expect that reality was more cruel than he imagined, and the reality scene had exceeded his imagination.

The fire, chaos, smoke, and cough have completely lost control of the camp. The hot air balloons of the Ming Dynasty have scattered everywhere, and ignited everything that can be ignited and cannot be ignited.

Some people are carrying prepared buckets and basins to put out the fire. A basin of water is poured on the fire, but the fire is getting bigger and bigger. The fire is still burning enchantingly on the water, rapidly swallowing everything that can burn.

"Ahem..."

"Ahem..."

More and more people coughed, not only the burning smoke from the camp, but also the stars in the air that kept throwing down things that caused people to cough. The entire camp was completely in chaos.

"Cough cough...report! Cough cough...sweat, water cannot extinguish the fire, cough cough...water poured on the fire, instead encouraged the fire, cough cough..." A Tartar leader who participated in extinguishing the fire was already smoked to the point where his face was pitch black, his eyes were red, and he coughed violently. However, except for his coughing, the others were not so clear on this night with a lot of fire.

"How could this happen? How could this happen?" Huang Taiji was already demented. Huang Taiji had already imagined the worst consequences and was about to grit his teeth and resisted them. However, the reality was still beyond his imagination. Water could not put out the fire. In other words, it could only keep the fire burning. There was also this thick smoke, perhaps it was the thick smoke burning from his own camp, or perhaps it was the thick smoke thrown by the Ming people. In short, this camp was almost out of control.

Fan Wencheng was also stunned. There is still a fire in the world that is not afraid of water? He has seen the situation of extinguishing fires a little further away. The scene of water getting bigger and bigger was deeply engraved into his soul. I am afraid that this strange thing will never be forgotten in his life.

"Report! Cough cough, sweat, cough, food and grass are burned, sweat... water cannot extinguish the fire! Cough... grain and grass are finished... Cough cough..." Another person who reported the situation came, and the person was constantly coughing, his voice full of despair.

"How could this happen? How could this happen?" Huang Taiji kept muttering this sentence, because he inhaled the smoke and started coughing. The more he said, the more he coughed, the more he coughed.

"Report! Cough cough..., report!... Sweat, cough cough, the Ming Dynasty people exploded the horse railing, the horse was frightened, and they ran around and couldn't control it anymore, cough cough... sweat..." For a moment, all the news was bad news, news that was so bad that it could not be bad.

In the dark night, the neighing of horses, accompanied by explosions, and the roars of people seemed particularly desolate. The horses rushing around made this camp that was close to collapse could no longer be controlled.

"Shank you, take it away. You can't stay in this camp anymore. If you don't go, you will have to die if you don't burn it to death..." Fan Wencheng also coughed violently and persuaded him vigorously.

Huang Taiji's persistence is not without benefits. For example, those who report the situation to him now can at least touch him, but if Huang Taiji leaves, where can I find someone in such a chaotic evening? Once Huang Taiji moves, the entire camp will be completely collapsed.

"Shank you, go quickly!"

"Khan, it's still time to leave now..."

"master……"

Everyone around Huang Taiji tried their best to persuade him.

Huang Taiji's heart is bleeding and he wants to withdraw, but how can he withdraw? Such chaos, there is fire everywhere and smoke everywhere. With one order, the entire camp will collapse immediately. Once the order is issued, everyone will definitely step on each other and push each other. Those who fall, step on, blow up, and those who have been injured before and have been inconvenient to move will be afraid that they will die and retreat. This order is not easy to issue!

Bitter, even more bitter. In the darkness, Huang Taiji closed his eyes again, and the deep sense of powerlessness and heavy pressure made Huang Taiji unable to hold his back straight.

Some of the things that were constantly thrown down from the sky exploded, some were angry, and some were smoked. In this camp, death and fear were constantly aroused.

...

Amin led a large group of people to find out the camp. Facing the dark ground in front of him, Amin rode a horse and made several circles in place, but still didn't go? Even though Amin was known as a stubborn general, he couldn't stop being scared in his heart when facing the darkness as deep as the abyss.

The rumbling horse hooves were still on this ground, and on the other side, there was a fire and abyss.

...

Lying in the pit he dug, like the Ming Dynasty soldiers in the camp, quietly admiring the bright starry sky that had never been seen since ancient times. The rising stars were particularly bright. The Tartar camp with fire rising seemed particularly weird, as if some monster was raging. Ermao looked quietly and seemed particularly calm.

Ermao received the military order to intercept the Tartars who came to destroy the hot air. The Ermao people were very simple, and the method of interception was also very simple. There were only two military orders issued.

First: Dig a hole and bury yourself.

Second: Each pit is seventy steps away from each other. After the Tartars arrive, everyone except yourself is your enemy. Except for grenades outside without any scruples, you don’t have to think about anything else until there is no movement outside.

After giving these two orders, Ermao took the lead and dug a hole nearest to the Tartar camp and buried himself. Seeing that the officials took the lead, the other soldiers had no complaints. They followed suit and dug a hole to bury themselves. Ermao's deputy took the remaining soldiers to protect the situation and established the last line of defense near the hot air balloon.

One after another, forming a line of defense that is spread widely.

Ermao was preparing to be a dead soldier and died, but it was not in Ermao's eyes.

In this pit, in addition to Ermao, there were several other soldiers who followed Ermao into the pit. After digging, they covered the wooden boards on it, leaving room for space, and sat in the pit to watch this rare and spectacular scene.

"There is a situation!" In the darkness, a loud sound of horse hooves sounded. Ermao immediately became alert. The soldiers in the pit immediately calmed down and groped, putting their hands at the position where they could get the grenade. Ermao immediately pulled the wooden board, almost completely covering the hole.

"Don't be nervous, let the Tartars go and wait until the cannons open fire before talking..." Ermao repeated the previous words again, extremely calm.

After hearing this, a few soldiers in the same pit as Ermao gradually relaxed, held the hand of the grenade, and let go again.

...

The team led by Amin stumbled out of the camp. On the way, people kept falling down from the horse. Before they could shout, they were already trampled into meat paste by the horses behind. The team stopped and walked, and had to rig up torches. Finally, they found a distance. Looking at it, it seemed that it was not far from where the hot air balloon was released in the Ming Dynasty.

It was about to reach the place where the fires in the Ming Dynasty soared into the sky, and Amin's heart was only slightly better. However, he had never encountered the Ming Dynasty's interception, and Amin's heart was hung in the air again.

...

"Fire!..." A voice full of anger shouted in the darkness, cutting through the darkness.

The sound of cannons fired.

"boom……"

"boom……"

After a few cannons, someone in the Later Jin army immediately fell to the ground, and the burning torches became the best target.

From the ground, countless grenades were thrown out suddenly, one after another, and a steady stream of continuous grenades.

"boom……"

"boom……"

"Boom...boom..."

An explosion sounded a hundred times more intense than the sound of the cannon just now, and a long dragon of torches just now fell in an instant, and a miserable scream followed.

The grenade did not stop because of the miserable screams, but continued to emerge from the ground. It continued to explode one after another with a hundred times explosions...

In just a moment, the long dragon of torches disappeared, and the dense explosions drowned everything. Apart from the explosion, there was no more roaring horses or wailing in extreme pain.

...

The Ming Dynasty camp was accompanied by this dense roar.

"oh……"

Many soldiers stood up nervously. The explosion was close to the camp and could be seen clearly. Such a dense explosion sound was really surprising!

"Sit down and be quiet!"

"Sit down and be quiet!" The man immediately shouted Yan Ling, and the sound of "Oh", was too neat and too loud.

The soldiers immediately calmed down and sat down immediately. After the dense explosion, the place was still dark and seemed to have nothing.

After a while of silence, the sound of "whispers" began to sound again in the camp.

"Grandma, what a bear, who has set off firecrackers during the Chinese New Year, I'm afraid there will be three thousand sounds..."

"I'm afraid there's not such a sound during the Chinese New Year?" I don't know who was talking in the dark, but the comments on the violent explosion just now obviously aroused everyone's interest.

"Three thousand sounds? Why are there five thousand sounds..." Someone interjected, and the whispers were filled with great excitement.

"Whose five thousand sounds sound like this? Is yours?" Some people still think that it is still not enough to describe this kind of scene in five thousand sounds.

"Come on, don't ring five thousand times. If you can play like this during the Chinese New Year, it's worth ten thousand times!" someone said in an envious tone.

"...Okay, I think, everyone should not fight. Just think about how many Tartar brains can get this time..."

As soon as this was said, it immediately received envy from many people. Such a dense explosion that could be comparable to the ten thousand firecrackers during the Chinese New Year, the number of people must be many. Even if one person is played with ten people, the head of this person has to be pulled by several large trucks.

As soon as these words were said, more people's eyes began to light up, and more spitting became more and more sounds of swallowing and spitting.

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Amin looked at the moment of shining in despair. Is this still in the world? This must be hell. The three hundred cavalry who went to explore the way were swallowed by the night at this moment. The fire dragon, which had just had a bunch of torches, could no longer be seen. Except for a few sporadic torches, the fire dragon was still burning.

Amin did not rush directly by himself. He rushed forward and explored the way halfway. He observed the situation behind him. Amin knew that there would definitely be interceptions in the Ming Dynasty, and he would definitely use grenades to intercept him. But he did not expect that the Ming Dynasty's people were so fierce that they instantly swallowed the men who sent him to explore the way.

Although the horse Amin rode was quite good, he seemed anxious in the face of such a violent explosion, and kept spinning, as if he didn't want to stay here. Amin tried his best to control the horse and prevent the horse from getting out of control. Extreme fear appeared on his face. Fortunately, after the explosion at that moment, the torch behind Amin immediately extinguished, afraid of attracting grenades and cannons from the Ming Dynasty. In the dark, no one saw Amin's face with fear and fear.

"Master, there must be an ambush from the Ming Dynasty underground. Should I dig them out?" A slave was also very scared and said tremblingly. He was secretly glad that he had not taken a step forward just now. The people who had stepped forward were probably dead in the face of this dense explosion.

Amin pulled the horse hard, looking at the darkness in front of him like an abyss, and he didn't have the courage to face this darkness. The camp in the distance had already burned into the sky, which was also destroying his psychology.

"Master, why don't we take a detour. There will be no ambush everywhere in the Ming Dynasty." Another slave also said with fear. Such a fierce fighting style also scared this slave, but the night covered everyone's fear.

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The Grand Camp of the Later Jin Dynasty.

This dense explosion also destroyed the hearts of Huang Taiji and others. Such a dense explosion was definitely not a firecracker. The silence that flashed instantly also destroyed Huang Taiji's last psychological defense.

"Send the order, withdraw from the camp immediately, withdraw from the camp immediately..." Huang Taiji shouted at the top of his lungs. All hope was shattered. It was time to withdraw from the camp. As he shouted, there was constant coughing. Huang Taiji, who had inhaled the smoke, had to arch his back and use all his strength to cough.

"The Khan has orders and withdraw from the camp immediately!"

"The sweating order is ordered! Cough cough... withdraw from the camp immediately!" The military order kept ringing with coughing.

Huang Taiji's orders began to ring in this collapsed camp. The camp was already in chaos, with fireworks, coughing, collision, roaring, miserable wailing, explosions, and symphony of a song of death.

Although the military order for retreat has been issued, in the face of such a chaotic camp, this military order is not so ideal.

Smoke, cough, fire, explosion, roar and shouting had already stirred up the camp. With the issuance of the retreat order, a curse appeared, and some injured and inconvenient people watched the people around them run away from the camp one by one, and could no longer shout. Apart from scolding and begging, they could only curse.

"Blow the horn... cough cough... blow the horn..." Huang Taiji coughed for a while, then added his orders again, no longer caring about anything. Whether to live or die depends on his own life and death, he can no longer control the situation.
To be continued...