A group of senior Yuan army generals with golden helmets and silver armor, waist-wearing tiger talismans, and golden tiger talismans were all like magical diseases, carrying a bloody man into the tent crazily.

The Yuan general who rushed to the front pulled out his big sword and swept down the tokens, maps, pens and inkstones on the desk, and then the generals carefully placed the blood man on the desk.

"Medical worker! Medical worker! Where have you died? If you don't come, I will chop you turtle lambs!"

Amid the roars of the Yuan generals, seven or eight famous doctors who were recruited to accompany the army were carrying medicine boxes, and were in disheveled. With the support of the medicine boys, they rushed into the tent. When they were immersed in the case, one and two chins were almost shocked. Could this blood-soaked man be... How could it be? But only one person could wear the gilded bronze beast Mingguang armor in the army of 100,000 yuan. Only one person could wear the imperial sword with the golden dragon sword sheath quietly placed beside him, and only one person could hold it... At this moment, the golden armor representing identity, the owner of the imperial sword representing honor and deterrence, was lying horizontally on the desk, blood flowing, motionless, like a dead pig on the chopping board...

Before the three armies fought, the chief general was injured first, and thousands of troops were protected by the surroundings, but they were still beheaded. This situation is unheard of.

The medical workers could not imagine what was going on, and they were all frightened. It was not until a few people, who were also covered in blood, roared and put the sharp blade on their necks that the medical workers repeatedly sued and hurriedly surrounded the table. After taking a closer look, even the medical workers who were used to various bloody scenes were gasping for air conditioning.

At this moment, Zhang Hongfan was really scary: the two round guards on his chest, which were as shiny as mirrors on his chest and had completely deformed, as if he was hit hard by a giant stick. The armor pieces on his chest and abdomen were scattered, and the gaps of the armor leaves of the entire back were filled with sharp wooden thorns. As the body twitched, blood kept pouring out from under the wooden thorns, and it could not be stopped.

Although he was killed by a group of people and his evil spirits were staring at him like a bloodthirsty maniac, and trembling like a lamb surrounded by lions, the quality of the doctor still made one of the slightly brave medical workers ask tremblingly: "Master, Master...what was injured?"

The doctor's words made the aura of these crazy demons disappear and they all wilted - Yes, what was they injured? Can they say that they were indirectly injured by an iron ball flying out of a strange iron tube? What kind of iron ball can fly so far and make such a terrifying loud noise?

At this moment, a shocking roar came from the entrance of the valley, which made people tinnitus and chest tightness. With this huge shock, the entire Yuan army camp exploded, screaming everywhere, screaming everywhere, out-of-control war horses trampling everywhere, vehicles overturned, cattle and sheep broke through the railings, forage, camp tents, fire everywhere, thick smoke rolled. Cattle and horse neighed, and soldiers screamed, resounding throughout the valley.

With a harsh roar, a big iron ball emitting a dark red light fell in the air, breaking through a panicked yellow cow, and bounced continuously with bloody intestines. It rolled off the legs and feet of several unlucky soldiers, broke a horse shelf, and passed through a camp. Wherever it passed, all the wood, grass or cloth were ignited by the scorching iron ball, which was really hurt and set fire, and it was rampant. Finally, it rolled until about fifty steps away from the central army's tent and ended.

In front of the big tent, a group of central guards holding side cards and lined up layers of lines, trying to block their flesh and blood. Everyone felt fear of escaping from death. Even though they were all war-hard soldiers, in front of this terrifying iron ball that could destroy everything, they had no choice but to be human targets sadly.

When the big iron ball was carried into the big tent, Yi Yuan took a deep breath and pointed at the iron ball to the medical worker who was consulting, "Don't you want to know why Marshal Du was injured? Look, did you see it?"

When all the doctors saw it, they all sucked in a cold air. When they were hit by such a terrifying guy, they were still alive? No matter what kind of golden armor you have, it was like paper.

Of course, Zhang Hongfan was not directly hit by an iron ball, otherwise he wouldn't have to carry it back at all. He just used a cloth bag to pick up the corpse.

Zhang Hongfan was also unlucky. In the first round of volleys of the Longque Army's artillery battalion, two of the eight iron balls fell to the top of the Huangtu Ridge. One hit a hundred steps away from where Zhang Hongfan's flag was located. In addition to cracking a corner of the stone, it shot a groom, and did not cause any damage to the Yuan army generals or even the guards. The other iron ball was not so lucky. The iron ball hit the flagpole of the flag flag, and the middle section of the flagpole was immediately blown up. The wooden thorns shot around were like arrows to deal a severe damage to the Yuan army generals under the banner.

For a moment, people were slamming and exclaimed everywhere.

Zhang Hongfan stood about ten steps under the coach's banner. The flagpole exploded. He was within the strongest attack range. His back and war horse were shot strongly by a wooden thorn. Although he was wearing strong golden armor, he could not stop the wooden thorns that were as good as arrows shot by a powerful crossbow. But if it were just that, it would be just a flesh-and-hearted injury. What really caused him fatal trauma was the next chain of damage.

The war horse was pierced by wood and stood up in shock and hurt, overturning the unprepared Zhang Hongfan and falling off the horse. He immediately broke his leg bones and three ribs. It was not over yet. When Zhang Hongfan was struggling to get off the horse, the broken flagpole as thick as a bowl fell, and it was so hard that it was hit on him.

Zhang Hongfan's armor was deformed, his golden helmet shook, and his breath of angry blood was spurted out three feet high, and he fainted on the spot.

Because the distance was too far, the Dragon Que Army did not see clearly that Zhang Hongfan was injured by the secondary damage caused by the iron ball, but when he saw the Yuan army's general flag fall, he also saw a mess on the top of the mountain. On the battlefield, the Dragon Que Army was almost the same as the demise of the main general, so the Dragon Que Army would not miss this opportunity to incite. So, the news of Zhang Hongfan being bombarded immediately spread throughout the army, and the morale of the Dragon Que Army and the Li Liao barbarians were all boiling.

The soldiers of the artillery battalion were inspired by this and continued to work hard, adjusting their muzzles and turning towards the Yuan army camp, and the sound of artillery bombardment sounded again.

Zhang Jie also saw the flag of the Yuan army broken, and because the distance was close, he saw his uncle falling off the horse. At this moment, Zhang Jie was almost shocked, so he could not even take care of attacking the Dragon Crow Army? Regardless of military laws, he immediately withdrew his troops back to the camp, and even did not care about the military rules that he could not rush to the horse in the camp. He rushed to the camp like flying.

If Zhang Jie had been blatantly rushing in the camp like this, he would have been captured by Sima in the army to enforce military law. But at this moment, amid the roar of dragon roars and cannons at the eight gates of the Dragon Crow Army, the Yuan army camp had fallen into chaos, and thousands of frightened cattle, horses, mules and sheep were rushing around in groups. Zhang Jie's actions were like a splash in the torrent, inconspicuous, let alone any punishment.

Seeing that he was about to rush into the Central Army camp, a whistling behind him from far to near was terrifying. Zhang Jie's heartbeat was like a drum, and he turned back in horror, and saw a dark red iron ball pounce on him along an unavoidable trajectory.

"Sir!"

At the critical moment of life and death, a personal guard rushed towards Zhang Jie and threw him down from the back of the horse. Almost at the same time, the iron ball fell down, the man howled and the horse neighed, and blood burst out...

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