Altan fell to the ground, and the bones all over his body seemed to have disintegrated. The specially selected horse was a number of good horses on the entire grassland. Although they were not injured by gunpowder, the sudden loud noise still frightened it and threw its master on the ground. If Altan hadn't been agile, he would have already died under the crazy horse's hooves at this time.

In addition to direct damage, the most terrifying thing about the explosion of gunpowder was that it scared all the Mongols' mounts. The war horses they rode and the animals they drove to trade were all frightened by the huge sound. The crazy galloping horses rushed around everywhere, and even the cold blades could not stop their pace.

Those good men who are usually known as horse plasters are lifted off their horses. If they are a little too late, they are trampled on their horses, and then the second one, the third one...

In fact, more soldiers were lost because of the frightened and crazy war horses, than those who were directly killed by explosives. Only then did he understand why the Han people had to dismount. Their ears must have been stuffed with cloth strips in advance and connected to form a simple fortress.

The military horses that traded in the past were tied to the tree and were still joked by their entourage at that time. Now it seems that these are all arranged, so that the impact of the explosion will be reduced to the lowest level. "Is this the power of gunpowder?"

Looking at the land of chaos, this Mongolian elite team has now become a lamb at slaughter. The team has been scattered and has no formation to speak of. One by one, the soldiers struggled to stand up from the ground, falling from the east to the west, as if drunk.

Everyone opened their mouths and tried hard to shout something, but unfortunately everyone's ears were beeping, and they couldn't hear what others were saying. Just one cavalry charge, and no one would be left to die.

Fortunately, the Urianha team was not in a better state than them. They obviously didn't know about these gunpowder matters, and the horse control level of these people was far inferior to Altan's side. With the explosion, no one could sit on the horse. Most of them were broken by the crazy mount and broke their bones and couldn't move. The unlucky guy was directly stepped into a meat paste.

A few who escaped by chance also ran aimlessly like facing the end of the world. No one knew where they were going, and even themselves did not know where they could go.

If the Han people did not take the opportunity to launch an attack, there would probably be some help. While thinking, Altan tried hard to support the ground with a scimitar of sweat and barely stood up. Although he was only twelve years old, he had already developed a good martial arts skills, and this minor injury could not affect his walking.

With a knife as a turn, he climbed towards a nearby mountain wall step by step. Over this ridge, he might be safe. Several of his Blood Alliance brothers came over and helped him to trek up. But at this moment, the red flags of cannons were waving, and a team of officials wearing mandarin duck battle jackets swept from a distance like a cloud of fire, sweeping towards these Mongols.

Altan only felt that there was a black look in front of him. "Border Army, the border army dared to come!" He couldn't help but roaring to the sky: "Ma Ang, you plot against me!"

This business was introduced by Ma Ang. The leader of the largest group of people who traded with the Mongolians in the Border Army was also Ma Ang. Now his group was designed by someone, and the Border Army came out to harvest the heads. What if all this was not designed by Ma Ang?

He secretly swore: As long as he did not die this time, he would need to start a man in the future, raise troops to wash away Guyuan and Xi'an, and chop Ma Ang into meat paste.

But at present, the troops under his command have lost the power of fighting and cannot fight at all. They have to take the remaining defeated soldiers and run to the mountain with no life.

After passing this beam, I was saved. Fortunately, the border troops were busy chopping and killing the Mongolians who could not be moved. In order to fight for a red head, everyone even pushed and beat and scolded each other. No one cared about these fleeing Mongolian soldiers.

Don’t chase the enemy. The Mongols are the most desperate at this time, so why bother with them? Altan let out a secret breath. As long as they don’t catch up, there will be hope for everything.

But just as his hearing had recovered a little, he heard a few loud noises of the sky-shaking letters in his ears. He was already scared by the gunpowder incident, and now he almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, several personal soldiers were holding him, but they finally didn't let him fall. A large green satin banner suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain in front of them, with the word "big horse" written on it.

Their old acquaintance, Ma Ang, golden helmet and golden armor, and the bubble pins on the helmet flashed under the scorching sun. He pointed at the flag with one hand, and said something to Altan.

Unfortunately, Altan couldn't hear any sound in his ears. He didn't know what Ma Ang said if Ren Ma Ang advised him. He only knew that his big enemy was right in front of him, and that he joined forces with others to set up a plan and cheated him.

Among those people, there were a hateful Urianha people. It can be seen that the Ming slaves colluded with the Urianha people and joined forces to cheat themselves. If they did not avenge this revenge, they would not be a human being.

He took off his bow and suddenly tapped four wolf-toothed arrows. Although he was not old, he was born with divine power and had great martial arts skills. Even though he was hurt all over his body, he couldn't care about all the pain when he saw this big enemy. The bow was like a full moon, and the arrow was like a meteor. Almost in an instant, he completed the action of pulling the bow and aiming. The four arrows shot out in succession, taking Ma Ang under the banner of the big crow.

Originally, Ma Ang brought more than 200 of his servants and soldiers to ambush the mountain, hoping to wait for the two parties to get the transactions to kill and catch the current ones. But after arriving at the place, he found that Alta seemed to have a lot of people, and only his own handicap would be in a hurry. If he went on, he might not be able to catch people, but instead he was dealt with by the Mongols.

He hadn't greeted Altan in advance, and he couldn't beat him. You can't tell Altan that I plan to frame a Ming Dynasty man, and you need your Mongolians to cooperate. You can even cheat you Ming Dynasty man, why can't you cheat the Mongolians? At that time, I'm afraid that Altan will run as fast as he can, so I won't have any further contact with him.

As a result, for some reason, the two fights started to fight. Before Ma Ang could understand what was going on in the mountain, he saw a pot of porridge beneath, and then there was the explosion that shook the world.

Even though he had been through the army for a long time, the loud noise and subsequent bursts of explosions made his brain blank in an instant, and it took him a long time to recover. Then he saw a team of border troops coming out from somewhere, like a flock of tigers and sheep to fight against the cheap people, cutting their heads and rob money.

When he saw this scene, he almost spurted out an old blood. If you steal the head, you have to figure out who it is. Is this good? This is the brother of Jinong, the right wing 30,000 right-wing house. If you steal his head, who can solve the trouble behind it? But now the person has already killed him, his head has been cut, and he can't control it anymore. The only thing he can do is to save Altan first.

He raised a big flag and yelled a cannon, just to tell Altan that I would be safe when I ran to me. He pointed at the flag and asked him to run to the door flag, and no one dared to kill people under his door flag.

But Altan couldn't tell who was the two border troops. In his eyes, there was no difference between you, they were all their enemies. Even his hatred for Ma Ang was more than for Yang Chengzu. One bow and four arrows were fast and accurate. Even if Ma Ang was born in a general and was full of martial arts, it was not easy to block these arrows.

The guards beside him knocked down two of them. He swung his knife and pulled one away. Another arrow shot straight into his chest. Fortunately, he was protected by a heart-protecting mirror, and only a row of sparks appeared, and no one was hurt. However, the arrow was too strong, and he was standing in front of his chest with his face red, and he couldn't shout out the words below.

The trusted servant who was in charge of monitoring Yang Chengzu in Xi'an saw that the general was caught in an arrow, his eyes turned red, and he raised the big bow in his hand and shot at Altan. "Dare you hurt my general, little Tartar, go to death!" Mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net
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