This was like a beginning and a sign. I saw that the Huai River ice exploded one after another, and the horse team also broke into many pieces. For a moment, the ice surface was scattered and flew around like ants, but they couldn't run at all, but they kept slipping and falling and rolling on the ice.

“There is an ambush…”

"Enemy attack..."

"Escape quickly..."

"I've been punished by God..."

"Go forward with all your might, don't stop!"

Seeing this scene, Liu Hanhong, who also fell on the ice and knocked off his incisors and bleeded with his mouth, also roared with the greatest strength after supporting him from both sides: However, his voice was quickly submerged in a chaotic and noisy sound on the ice. Apart from a small group of personal soldiers around him, no one could obey his orders.

At this moment, the Huaixi Army relied on to maintain the final backbone. In the attack from the sky that could not be seen or guarded or resisted, it seemed to be suddenly defeated, breaking its remaining morale and backbone, and in an instant it turned into a ball of loose sand competing to escape.

Some of them pushed away desperately, trampled over their fallen companions, tried their best to free themselves from the armor and other burdens they had left, and climbed to the other side with their hands and feet. Some of them plucked up Yu Yongqian to pull and drive the mount, and turned around and stumbled towards the place where they came; but more of them were instinctively dodging and crying and clamoring on the ice under the blows one after another.

What's worse is that the mounts that lost control and were frightened and frightened were trampled and killed by the accidental casualties caused by the trampling and collision, and further aggravated this chaotic situation. Many Huaixi soldiers who had not had time to get rid of and let go were struggling and dragged farther and farther on the ice until they hit the obstacle or were trampled by the wrong person, and turned into a group of rapidly freezing red blood.

On the other side of the vague shore, the temporary shelter made of bamboo, hemp rope, sack, and inside the camouflage stronghold; the Taiping Horse Army coach Yang Shihou, who had slightly grinned his mouth, also watched the chaotic scene on the ice with a long mirror in a very happy and refreshing mood. Around him, more than a dozen light cannon cars of varying lengths were still loading with groups of gunners with quick hands and feet without interruption.

Snowflakes fell on the heating barrel, and the steamed air was wiped through the chamber; it quickly solidified in the air into cold fog that was blown away in time. This made the fire and smoke that burst from time to time become a little distorted, blurred and ethereal. However, the ball bounces falling on the ice in the Huaixi Horse Team became more dense and compact.

Therefore, by chance, you can also see the broken limbs of the people and horses flying up with the splashing blood-colored ice at the bounce point. Although the frequency of shelling and direct killing are not large, for the Huaixi Horse team, which has already destroyed their minds and fighting spirit, it is a desperate death talisman.

At this time, another tiny sound of fried beans also penetrated the interval between the wind and snow and the roar of cannon trucks, and vaguely reached Yang Shihou's ears. It was the thunder cavalry and cavalry soldiers he arranged on the shore and began to intercept and shoot at the Huaixi soldiers who returned; although most of them had three-eyed guns, hand guns and shortened versions of muskets that were easy to use, it was enough to kill these Huaixi horse teams that were struggling and uncovered on the ice.

The scattered Huaixi soldiers who were trying to climb the shore like ants fell on the ice and couldn't stand it. Yang Shihou also let out a sigh of relief. He led these mobile horses to sleep in the wilderness, squatting and waiting in the wind and snow for so long, and almost even their fingers and toes were frozen. Isn't it just to see such a scene with his own eyes?

However, the only drawback is that a small number of enemy soldiers who were abandoning their armor and abandoning their armor, and rushing north to escape north were successfully approaching the opposite river bank. However, as this reached this point, Yang Shihou became more cautious and persistent. At least he would never use his command to train his troops and compete with those Huaixi thieves on the ice.

Isn't it beautiful to use a firearm to bully the opponent through the ice surface, and the enemy can only be beaten blindly? Thinking of this, he ordered to his side again: "Call out all the remaining firearms. Anyway, I haven't knocked out this round, and I don't know how long I will wait next time..."

Under his order, several small flags waved high again; then, from many snow caves on the shore, they rose one after another, and many of their somewhat conspicuous and pungent flames and smoke columns, with slightly hovering and tortuous trajectories, rushed to slowly throw them on the scattered ice surface of the people.

However, this time the killing effect was somewhat satisfactory, and most of them were gradually shifting in the wind and snow; and a cloud of smoke exploded on the messy ice surface, or cracked into splattering flames everywhere. It can be said that except for a few unlucky guys who were really unable to dodge after being injured, they could hardly cause any decent casualties.

However, the next moment suddenly became a scattered. With the splashing water lines and water vapor, the entire ice surface with cracks spreading in an instant, with large pieces of shattering in the crisp sound of spider webs that spread; and in the running and roaring, the rippling water splashes and snow dances rolling, they disintegrated into more and more fine pieces; and then all the people, horses and objects that could not escape were sinking together, swallowing and spitting into the cold and bone-black river water.

For a moment, there were everywhere like horses neighing and waves in the boiling river water, and the broken ice rolling, like a big pot of boiling water boiling out of thin air in the whole frozen Huai River... When the rising and rising Chuyang finally pierced the thick gloomy clouds like lead blocks, and wisps of golden light were cast on the water surface that slowly returned to peace.

On the huge river surface that had stopped collapse into irregular concentric circles, there were only a light aftermath of the light layer of ice that had recondensed and cubes of ice that were condensed. Various postures and expressions were maintained at the last moment before being drowned and frozen to death, and blue-white corpses of horses in various shapes were present.

On the other side, only a small group of survivors covered in wet and blood-stained hands and feet were able to step onto the knee-deep shallows after the ice cracks under their feet, and then climbed onto the rocky embankment. Liu Hanhong, who survived the disaster again, was also trembling all over under the influence of fear and cold, and almost couldn't stand up.

"Let's go... go..."

This was the only sound he could make after his mouth was bleeding and frozen. The Qianba Shenguang son who had relied on the rise before was left with dozens of people behind him who had lost their armor, armor, mounts and weapons. He didn't even dare to stay or say more, so as not to have any thoughts among the remaining guards.

Then, he was supported on the last few remaining mounts, the most complete one; then without hesitation, he pulled out his sword to stab the remaining war horses, who had been cut by Bingling and ankles and could not walk away, drank with fresh blood regardless of the fishy smell, and warmed up his body again, and then he continued to embark on the road of uncertain escape.

However, just as Liu Hanhong and his group stepped on the creaking snow, they crawled into the white forest without looking back, but they had not walked for a long time; but they almost ran into a campground in the forest where the bonfire had just been extinguished and the embers were lingering.

——I am the dividing line—

Outside the city of Shanyang, Chuzhou, Kong Liluo, the chief clerk of Wenzhou who is a restrained teacher, was also shouting loudly in anger:

"Punch your mother's tortoise son, don't run away, I haven't taken revenge yet!"
Chapter completed!