Royal Gold Magistrate

Wutu still led the army and rushed forward.

A group of people and horses appeared on the high ground in front of them.

Standing in a row in a horizontal line, just standing there in a daze... It can be vaguely seen that they are wearing their armor.

This scene made Wutu's pupils constrict, and he raised his hand to stop the troops behind him.

The soldiers behind him apparently also saw this unusual scene.

The scene was a bit weird, Wutu glanced left and right, and saw that there seemed to be no such thing as the black pipe, so he was a little relieved.

But there is no intention of attacking from the front... It made him fearful again

"Archer ready!"

The army began to move slowly again, and the Jin army had already begun to take off their bows and arrows and hold them in their hands.

Right now, you have to be [-] steps away from the opponent, and you can shoot effectively with [-] steps.

Li Yuanzhao's palms were slightly sweaty, he tightened the reins, and roared behind him in a low voice: "The fire is ready!"

While speaking, Wutu had already brought people within a hundred feet away.

At this moment, he had seen Li Yuanzhao's face clearly, and after scanning left and right again, he still didn't find the black pipe.

Wutu shouted, "Who is coming?"

Li Yuanzhao yelled with his hips on his hips: "You are the general! Grandpa, I am Li Yuanzhao, Prince Dajing!"

"Wutu, I am your ancestor!"

Prince... Li Yuanzhao?How can he be here?

Could it be that...he was greedy for military exploits and advanced alone?

This is the only explanation, otherwise it would be impossible for Li Che to let his only son go deep into the enemy camp.

What an excellent hostage!

Wu Tu was overjoyed at first, but then his expression turned ugly.

Just because Li Yuanzhao is still yelling and scolding...

A child with a yellow mouth is bullying me now?

"charge!!"

An army of [-] troops rushed towards Li Yuanzhao like a swarm of locusts, while the [-] Jinyiwei were more like a thin wall of people.

Entering the range of two hundred steps, Jin Jun began to shoot forward with his bow and arrows.

The rain of arrows poured down, and Jin Yiwei also began to retreat backwards.

They are not afraid of the rain of arrows in armor, especially when the opponent is still drawing a bow at a distance of two hundred steps.

But the war horse under him is very important, and he should hide or hide.

Seeing them escape, Wutu was even more determined!

Sure enough, they rushed in greedily, and they didn't have that weird weapon in their hands.

"Capture the general alive, and wipe out the rest!" Wutu yelled.

"Let go!" Li Yuanzhao also roared.

The two sides kept a distance, Jin Yiwei got the order and began to free his hands, pulling out the grenade around his waist.

The torch had already ignited and was stuffed into the saddle, with the grenade fuse close to it.

With a hiss, the fuse burns.

Now everyone no longer hesitated, and threw the grenade behind them without looking.

With their arm strength, the throwing distance is about 50 meters.

More than 3000 grenades appeared overwhelmingly in the sky.

In Wutu's view, a bunch of 'black spots' appeared inexplicably in the sky.

There are dirty things!

Wutu was terrified, and wanted to stop the army immediately.

However, the horsepower has already started, and it can't be stopped without tens of meters!

The grenade fell on the spot and sizzled, and Jin Jun perfectly crossed the grenade array.

Wutu was startled inwardly. He looked back, and when he saw that there was nothing unusual, he turned his gaze back to the front again.

Just the moment he turned his head back!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The dense and irregular explosions still sounded behind, followed by people screaming, lying down on the ground, and the formation was in chaos.

The middle section of the army formation exploded, and the cavalry in the rear section were still charging, and it was no surprise that a group of people turned their backs on their backs.

The tragedy on the West Wind Plain is happening again at this moment!

Hearing this familiar and tragic voice, Wutu's heart was already half chilled without looking back.

Turning around, it was like falling into an ice cave in an instant...

Again!What the hell is this!Isn't it just the black pipe?

Can this thing still be carried with you?

At the same time, Li Yuanzhao yelled: "Turn around and play again!"

The three thousand Jinyiwei all turned their horses' heads, frantically heading towards the stagnant Jin army again.

Another rain of grenades fell.

This time it fell firmly in the crowd...

The dense explosion sounded again, and Jin Jun fell down like cutting wheat.

Originally, the cannon had long been the nightmare of all the Jin troops, and now such a scene was staged out of thin air in front of them.

And this time everyone saw it for real!

How could something like a wooden stick have such great power?

The morale of the army is slackened, coupled with the shock of gunpowder, the Jin army is in complete chaos at this moment...

Wutu's eyes were about to burst, and he held up a long knife: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, follow me to kill the enemy!!"

"Be careful, Your Majesty!" As soon as he finished speaking, the guards beside him knocked him down from his horse.

The third wave of grenades fell from the sky....

The sound of dense explosions resounded through the grassland, engulfing gravel and mercilessly harvesting life.

After three waves of bombing, more than half of the [-] gold army had fallen, and some of them had been taken away by Crazy Horse.

Wutu was in the front row, and there were many people guarding him, which ensured his safety.

Jin Yiwei also rode up to meet the enemy at this moment.

Li Yuanzhao took the lead and rushed towards Wutu: "Kill!"

Wutu's ears buzzed from the shock of the grenade explosion, and he looked around to see that his side had already suffered heavy losses.

Die die, run run.

Fortunately, there are still thousands of people staying where they are.

"Follow me to kill the enemy!!" Wutu didn't have time to think, so he got on his horse and roared.

"Be careful, Your Majesty!" As soon as the words fell, the clever guard beside him rushed him off the horse again.

"You bastard! You..." After being thrown on you twice, Wutu was furious.

As soon as they were about to attack, they saw that Jin Yiwei was approaching, and all of them took out their short guns. 3000 people fired another round of salvo, and the Jin army fell down again in an instant.

After the bullets were finished, they began to draw out their long knives.

Wutu's eyes were bloodshot, and his teeth were about to be crushed with hatred!

No hand-to-hand combat yet!Most of them have been killed or injured... He hates it!Hate!How can a soldier who has trained all his life fight such a battle?

"Your Majesty, retreat quickly!" The guard who had protected Wutu twice supported him with tears in his arms.

"Those who retreat will be cut off!" In a fit of rage, Wutu cut a transparent hole in the guard with a knife, and got on his horse again.

The Jin soldiers around were all terrified, and they all went to kill Jin Yiwei.

The two sides strangled together, but now the situation is reversed.

The Jin army was stopped in place by the explosion, and did not move at all, while Jin Yiwei charged forward on horseback.

The galloping horse, carrying Jin Yiwei, slashed at the enemy with unparalleled momentum.

After a single round of attack, countless heads were cut off one after another, and those who were not strong enough were only cut in half, with their heads drooping on their necks, blood still gushing out from the blood holes.

The Golden Army's lineup had already been loose, and Jin Yiwei, who had changed into a counterattack, went straight through their lineup after a round of dashing.

The flustered Jin Jun just rode on the horse and waved his sword indiscriminately.

Wutu was about to shed tears of blood..

Using cavalry to attack and defeat the enemy's formation was originally a good job for his grassland cavalry, but let a yellow-mouthed kid use it on him today?Shame!

"Wutu! If you're not dead, hurry up and fight Bengong one-on-one!"

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(That voice recorder...returned...)