"boom!"

"Boom..."

It seemed like fireworks were set off all over the sky. In the blink of an eye, more than 30 enhanced explosive packs burst into the sky and the ground one after another. As the smoke filled the sky, countless hot sand and gravel splashed.

"Ah, my face, my eyes, I can't see anything..."

"It hurts so much, it hurts so much, it hurts so much, it hurts so much..."

"No, lie down, lie down quickly!! These ghost things are not easy to mess with!!!"

"Protect the master..."

These experts from Zhenglan Banners actually reacted very quickly. After they found something wrong at the first time, they rushed to join forces, trying to find a cover to avoid the attack from the Zuoying in Qingzhou.

However, Li Chunlai's tolerance before he came made them feel a little embarrassed unknowingly.

Even though looking at the entire battlefield, the density of such people is not too high, and there is still a lot of room for buffering, but there are still many unlucky people who are still hit.

It was like the "Hand of God" suddenly came to the world.

In just one or two minutes, even though the real casualties of the Tartars were not large, the bloody "role model" was in front of me, and the entire battlefield rhythm was directly torn by the left camp of Qingzhou.

"The first row of bird guns, fire!"

"Bang!"

"Bang bang bang bang..."

However, how could the Qinglong Camp, which has been in a state of extreme restraint, give the Tartars time to recover?

Accompanied by Zhang Huang's heart-wrenching roar, the No. 70 or 80 bird gun soldiers who had been waiting for a long time opened fire, and countless white smoke suddenly filled the world.

If the first round of explosive packs was to control the situation and slow down the pace, then these bird gun soldiers were really accurate to attack.

At this time, many of these sturdy guys from the Zhenglan Banner had already rushed to the distance of 40 or 50 steps, thirty or forty steps in the battle formation of the Qinglong Camp.

What's more, they have already rushed to the Qinglong Camp formation.

This distance is much easier than the daily training and assessment of bird gun soldiers.

Even though there are many bird gun soldiers who are new recruits, such terrifying pressure will inevitably lead to loss of standards and even empty guns.

But there are still many people who have formed a mechanical consciousness, which may not be fatal in one blow, but they will definitely hit the enemy.

The bird guns in Zuoying in Qingzhou are definitely not supervised by the imperial court. Not to mention 100% of all kinds, there will never be any accidents like explosions.

Especially the armor-breaking rate!

Perhaps due to wind and other reasons, the average level of 80 steps is a bit far-fetched, but seventy steps is definitely a foregone conclusion.

As a result, the entire battlefield suddenly changed from a terrifying wail to a heart-wrenching real wail.

Li Chunlai roughly counted that in this round of bird gun, at least 30 Tartars fell to the ground, which was nearly half of the accuracy, and the results were absolutely gratifying.

"Swoosh, swosh..."

However, for these Tartars with the blue flag, the nightmare will only begin!

As the first round of bird gun soldiers retreated and refilled the bullets and medicines, the second round of bird gun soldiers began to push forward, and the catapult troops behind had already completed a new round of cycles and started firing directly.

"boom!"

"Boom boom boom..."

Many white smoke in the world has not been blown away by the weak north wind, and many Tartars are in a terrifying nightmare, and a new nightmare has come again...

...

In just a few minutes, the left-wing Qingzhou camp had launched three or four consecutive attacks, which was simply a set of combined punches, and did not give these unlucky Zhenglan Banner Tartars any chance to breathe.

For a moment, the entire battlefield situation was completely controlled by the Left Camp in Qingzhou.

And this scene was not only the utu in front, but also the Mangourtai and others behind were stunned, but also the Mao Wenlong, Li Yuan, Shenhua, and countless new recruits, auxiliary soldiers and civilians in the left camp formation in Qingzhou were all dumbfounded.

Who would have thought that General Li was about to lose his life, but suddenly burst out such a terrifying power...

Especially those who just wanted to be deserters, their calves are now unstoppable.

Judging from this situation, if they really dared to escape, the expressionless men behind the camp would probably really kill their lives...

"What's going on?!"

"What the hell is going on?! Who will tell me what the hell is going on!!!"

At this time, as the offensive of the Qingzhou Zuoying gradually showed weakness and began to enter the adjustment period. Under the high flag of the Zhenglan Banner, Manguertai finally reacted, with red eyes and a lion roaring.

“…”

Not long ago, there were still many wisdom beads holding each other, as if they could reach the universe in the blink of an eye. At this time, they seemed like ducks that were pinched to their mouths, and all of them were silent...

What can you say?

What else can you say?

This little Li Saner is still the one with Li Saner.

His previous weakness was just a disguise, just to seduce them up...

At this moment, many of the nobles of Zhenglan Banner were also feeling a little unstoppable.

fine.

Fortunately, it was not the one who attacked me now, but the one who was unlucky.

If it were me, there would have been hundreds of casualties in this moment. Who can withstand it...

"Master, Master, please calm your breath, please calm your breath first."

"That little Li San'er is already cunning and weird, like a wolf or a tiger. We are just a trick of his battle, and it is a little frustrated. I don't have to do that meaningless battle again because of a momentary intent and fall into the trap of Li San'er in vain. Master, let's take a step first, it's not too late to slowly..."

The Later Jin Dynasty was in a terrifying period of upward moments at this time, and there was not only a wine bag around Manguertai, but someone soon spoke calmly.

Mangurtai glanced at the man and found that it was Jialazhang Jingsalian, who did not like it very much, but had to rely on it, and gradually calmed down.

The reason why he dared to bypass the overall strategic situation arranged by the old slave this time and directly rushed over to fight Li Chunlai was just to eat meat.

After all, Mangourtai also wanted to make a throne of a great krypton.

But at this time, Li San'er was obviously much more pricky than he thought.

Not only is it not a piece of delicious meat, it is also a thrust hedgehog, and he will even bite him back...

Mangourtai had to think carefully.

Don’t underestimate that most of the wolves and grandchildren of Lao Nu have no culture and do not like culture, but they live on the front line of the cruelest struggle!

Not only is it fighting against foreign enemies outside Jianzhou, but it also fights against its own people inside Jianzhou!

After all these battles, who can survive and hold strong power is a fool?

Even though Mangourtai was extremely unhappy at this time, he could not swallow this breath, but he did not dare to fight with Li Chunlai again. After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "Transfer our military orders and withdraw the troops!"

"twitter!"

"Dang, Dangdangdang..."

In a moment, the harsh golden sound echoed.

"Master, the master has sent an order, and we want to withdraw our troops..."

Such a harsh golden sound, let alone the Utu team in front, was Li Chunlai's position at this time, even the fire soldiers in the back camp could hear clearly.

But at this time, Utu seemed to be stupid, always maintaining a posture, staring blankly at the battle formation of the Qingzhou Zuoying without any movement.

The confidant servant next to him was frightened and was busy reminding him carefully.

"I……"

Uto wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked by donkey hair, and he couldn't say anything he wanted to say...

What else can you say?

The big slap in the face was slapped, but there was nothing I could do with him.

Do you still have to hold on and make others swollen your face?

After a while, Uto could only force himself to suppress his breath and said hoarsely in great pain: "Retreat, withdraw the troops!"

"twitter!"

Soon, the Zhenglan Banner Niulu, who were pressing in front, rushed to restrain his companion's bodies and equipment, and retreated backwards, and soon left the range of Qingzhou Zuoying.

...

"Haha, I won, I won, I won, I won the Zuoying in Qingzhou!"

"My Qingzhou Zuoying is mighty!"

"God is mighty!"

"I have a great victory in the Ming Dynasty!"

"Wansheng..."
To be continued...