Outside the Tun Castle of Zhenluwei, Tao Jin stared at the clear and bright oil in the pot, and the black asphalt was spread on the ground, crushed and turned into a flat road.

The excited Tao Jin said to everyone:

"Who said that the master will fight. Not only did he fight well, but he also made such a trick."

Su Cheng almost had big ears on Tao Jin's face.

At this time, He Sangen walked towards the two of them with a bow and arrow on his back, reporting on the military information that the whistle detectives did not accept the newly explored.

"The Tatar tribe cavalry was dispatched in Shajing, and the target was directed to the Zhenlu Guards."

"The number is quite large, and the number is more than 800. The number is the number. It should be a military force of Tuotuobuhua. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be the little prince of the Tatar tribe who is in charge."

Tao Jin looked at Su Cheng and the first battle he entered the grassland was coming.

Su Cheng looked at Tao Jin. It seemed that he didn't have to carry his sword into battle in this battle.

"In this battle, try these oils. I can't use them all anyway. I can see if I can burn all these people to death."

Tao Jin's eyes turned:

"This oil is so easy to burn. If it is thrown into the enemy's formation and shot into the rockets, causing a big fire, wouldn't it burn the enemy to death?"

Su Cheng agreed with Tao Jin's opinion.

Tao Jin immediately directed his men to build a simple catapult, and at the same time occupied the high points on both sides of the Tunbao, set up a catapult, and prepared to throw fuel.

Su Cheng directed the craftsmen to put the oil on three roads in front of Tunbao. If the Tatar cavalry wanted to rush into Tunbao and kill people, they would have to open the oil-filled pot.

If the clay pots were broken, the archers lying on both sides would let them know why the sky was so bright.

Ye Bushang, the subordinates of He Sangen kept sending the news back:

"The Tatar spirits came from the East Road, with one man and two horses."

"There are many scimitars. Judging from the marching posture, they are elite cavalry of the Tatars."

"The leader is a veteran, but there is a young man with distinctive armor with him, who seems to be the little prince of the Tatar tribe."

...

The sun sets westward and the Tatar cavalry finally arrived.

Five hundred steps away from Tunbao, the cavalry began to charge, and the silent march suddenly turned into a charge with horse hooves.

"boom"

The first fireball exploded among the cavalry and the battle began.

"Bang bang bang"

The clay pots were like raindrops, pouring into the cavalry formation from the high ground on both sides of the fort.

The archers lying on both sides stained the clusters of arrows with oil, lit them and shot them out, as if a line of fire fell into the middle of the Tatar cavalry.

"Boom boom boom"

Balls of flames exploded among the cavalry, instantly lit up the entire cavalry.

"Roar up and step into the Tun Castle, the cowardly Mingren is stretching his neck for us to chop."

The veteran Tatar in the team leader was a brave general, constantly encouraging morale and urging the cavalry to attack forward, and not be delayed by the attacks on both sides.

Three hundred steps, the charging cavalry could already see the Ming army outside the Tunbao and a large and small piece of earthenware outside the Tunbao.

Marco Guergis, who followed the veteran, was excited:

Haha, it was indeed a cowardly and wise man. He didn't even have time to collect the clay pots for business, and they were finished.

He fantasized about breaking through the Tunbao later, breaking into the main formation of the Ming army, and wielding a scimitar to cut off the head of a Ming man, Marco Guergis's face became more and more distorted.

"Kill and kill"

Mixed with the roars of a group of cavalrymen, Marco Guergis roared at the top of his lungs.

After a hundred steps, Marco Guergis finally saw clearly the Ming people and the clay pot, and the Ming army behind the clay pot began to retreat.

The Ming people were scared and knew that they could not stop the most elite cavalry of our Tatar tribe. Just like countless battle formations in the past, the Ming people began to collapse in front of the formation.

The next moment, a larger piece of clay pot appeared behind the retreating Mingren.

Marco Guergis felt a little strange. Are the Ming people selling strong liquor?

There are so many clay pots stored here, and I have never heard from my slaves who have told me that there are so many spirits sold here.

Had it been only a few days since the Ming people started selling strong liquor in Zhenluwei?

The spirits are the treasures of the Ming army. The number of clay pots indicates that there are quite a lot of Ming army here.

At fifty steps, a strange smell began to spread in the air, which made Marco Guergis a little irritated. Why did this smell taste similar to the clay pots that were caught fire just now?

Crock pots? Will they catch fire? Smell?

Marco Guergis felt a stern in his heart. No, the clay pot in front was not a strong wine, but the kind of burning thing.

"Zhebi, this clay pot is weird and can't be washed."

Marco Guergis roared at his trusted general whom he relied on.

The gray-haired Zhe didn't tightly tie the reins in his hand and wanted to turn the horse's head, but it was useless. The cavalry that had already started was not able to turn the direction at will.

Especially when there is still a Tunbao in front, even if the direction is adjusted, the horse rushing forward will still hit the wall of Tunbao.

"Tread over and we can win."

Don't yell at the top of your voice.

This is not only to boost morale, but also to tell Marco Guergis whether victory or failure depends on whether this rush to the formation can break through Mingren's clay pot formation.

Twenty Steps

"Bang"

A clay pot was thrown into the middle of the first clay pot, and several clay pots were smashed. The oil and water flowed everywhere, and the ground was soon filled with it.

"Swoosh"

Two rockets fell and a huge fire broke out on the ground immediately.

A trace of fear flashed in Zhebe's eyes.

It's over!

The burning flame may not necessarily burn the most elite cavalry of the Tatar tribe, but it can damage their self-confidence and make them lose the courage to rush through the third layer of the clay pot array.

The Ming people were right, and they worked hard in one go, and they were exhausted. Unfortunately, the Ming army led the troops this time must be a non-study person. They only set up two clay pot arrays, which could not stop us.

"Sons, rush over, women, silver, silk, white flowers are waiting for us, rush!"

Zhebei's victory boosts morale.

"Clang

The horse team rushed into the first clay pot array, smashed countless clay pots, and even larger flames started to burn.

Zhebe looked at the knights who were rushing to the formation in pain and were wrapped in a fire. They instantly burned into a fire ball, making a harsh and muffled sound. Zhebe stared at him in pain. This was the most elite cavalry of the Tatar tribe.

The forward finally broke through the tank formation and stepped on the flames and rushed towards the second tank formation.

Although Zhebei hurts, he knows that he still has hope of winning.

Pulling the reins of Marco Guergis to prevent the little prince from being carried by an out-of-control horse and going in the wrong direction.

"Break through the next clay pot and we will win, rush, brothers."

Zhebe continued to boost morale, and the Ming army not far away continued to retreat, which made him happy. It was so great that the Ming army finally couldn't stand it.

The next moment, a larger clay pot array appeared in front of Zhebe.

"puff"

Marco Guergis spitted a mouthful of blood.

Although he was young, he knew that under these consecutive attacks, under the intimidation of more clay pot formations in front, the cavalry under his command had no courage to break through the second clay pot formation.

It's over!

We are now completely lambs to be slaughtered, and we were confused. We were defeated by the Ming army without even cutting down a single Ming army.

"Puff" Zhebe also spat out a mouthful of blood.

Why is there a clay pot array?

Does a treasure like Ming Jun cost money?

Who is the Ming General who leads this?
Chapter completed!