"Why did Gan Jun run away! The fight hasn't even started yet!"
"Fuck, these bastard brothers rush with me and break through Jinlin Pass..."
The speaker raised the big knife in his hand, but before he could finish his sentence, he fell down and hit the ground heavily.
Such symptoms appeared everywhere in the Zhou-Qi coalition forces on the battlefield.
Yan Wenyuan and Horn also realized that something was wrong, and immediately ordered the messengers around them: "Quickly ask what happened on the front line!"
But it was already too late. The poisonous smoke developed by Lin Erniu was like a sickle in the hand of the God of Death, constantly harvesting the lives of the Zhou and Qi coalition forces.
Hundreds of regiments of burning objects thrown by the Qianguo cavalry were still burning at this moment, and thick smoke continued to produce.
Soon the messenger came back, his eyes full of fear: "Report to Huo Shuaiyanshuai, the front line has reported that our army has suffered widespread fainting, with heavy casualties!"
"Are you kidding? You were fine just now! Why did you faint?"
Yan Wenyuan panicked in his heart.
Horn even felt something bad and said quickly: "It must be the kind of thing Ganjun just lit! Tell the whole army to retreat! Hurry!"
He almost shouted his orders!
The people around him couldn't help but feel chilled, but soon a scene that horrified Horn appeared.
I saw large black spots falling in front of me, they were their soldiers!
Even the war horses began to fall to the ground!
Horn's vision suddenly went dark, and he could only hear the shouts of the people around him.
"Huo Shuai! Huo Shuai, what's wrong with you!"
"Come here, Huo Shuai fainted!"
Inside Jinlin Pass.
Dozens of war horses fell to the ground with blood spurting from their mouths and noses, obviously dying.
A group of cavalry retreated to the side, looking trembling.
Damn, it’s so suspenseful!
If it's any later, we might not even be able to get back!
Zhao Kang and Lin Erniu walked down from the city wall and rushed over, and the crowd quickly dispersed.
"How is the situation?" Zhao Kang asked.
Chen Xuanlong glanced at Lin Erniu beside him in fear, and then responded to Zhao Kang: "The horses were poisoned to death. If they hadn't taken the antidote, they might have had to confess. This poison is too overbearing! "
"That's right, you don't know how much I've studied this thing. What's the word for that, sir? I forgot about it." Lin Erniu was very pleased with himself.
Zhao Kang also felt a chill as he looked at several war horses that stopped after a few moments.
Even the best war horses can't carry it. How can ordinary people withstand the poisonous smoke created by Lin Erniu?
It's really scary.
The surrounding soldiers also looked at Lin Erniu nervously, especially the cavalry who took the antidote and ran around with poisonous smoke.
"Dr. Lin, will it be okay if we take the antidote?"
Lin Erniu: "No, I told you before that the safe distance of this poisonous smoke is about twenty steps. Beyond this range, others can't smoke it. As long as no one is running behind you, it will be fine. "
Only then did all the cavalry feel relieved.
"Okay, stop crowding around and keep to your own posts. Those two guys might go crazy this time, and I don't know how many of them can be poisoned."
Zhao Kang said that he dismissed everyone and went to the craftsmen's place to study the trebuchet with them.
But at this moment, unlike the excitement of Zhao Kang and others, Zhou Qi's camp was filled with mourning.
The first thing Horn did when he woke up was to ask: "What are the casualties of our army?"
But no one responded. The military doctor, deputy general, and even Yan Wenyuan looked pale.
"What are the casualties!" Seeing that no one paid attention to him, Horn immediately became angry!
Yan Wenyuan stood up, his voice even trembling: "Lieutenant General, please talk to Huo Shuai."
As he spoke, he walked out of the military camp, and immediately everyone in the tent heard his heartbreaking and hysterical curses.
"Zhao Kang! You despicable and shameless villain! I blame your eighteenth generation ancestor!"
I'm afraid only someone who dug up his ancestral grave can curse in such a sad voice.
Listening to Yan Wenyuan's abuse, Horn's heart trembled, and he pointed at the deputy general and said, "Tell me, what are the casualties of our army?"
"More than half of the people died, and a third of those who survived fell into coma. Military doctors are still rescuing them, but they said there is little hope."
The deputy general used up a lot of strength to hold back the words "die in battle".
Death is death, but can we fight?
Did you fight?
Yet?
?
Fight shit!
Before the fight even started, the people had disappeared without a trace, and there were only a hundred little fucking people left spreading poisonous smoke everywhere on the battlefield!
"More than half dead! Zhao Kang, let me fuck you! Damn it!" Horn almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
He finally understood why Yan Wenyuan couldn't help but curse!
We agreed to fight in an upright and fair manner, and I even thought about killing your people, taking you prisoner, and bringing you back to the Zhou Dynasty to serve as an official in the same court!
You fucking cheated on me like this!
At this moment, Horn felt like a young girl in love who got pregnant by a scumbag like Zhao Kang and then abandoned her.
Not long ago, he was thinking about the future, but Zhao Kang played a cruel trick on him!
mean!
It's so despicable!
"How did those soldiers die?" Horn's eyes looked as if he wanted to eat people.
The deputy general's voice trembled: "The military doctor said it was poisoning!"
"Poisoned?"
Lieutenant General: "The black smoke emitted by Qianjun is extremely toxic. Many brothers fainted and fell to the ground after being poisoned, and died soon after."
"Our army didn't know it at first. We were tricked by them and chased the cavalry who released poisonous smoke. Huo Shuai's army was simply too despicable!"
"That poison can even kill a war horse! Our army has suffered heavy losses!"
As the deputy general spoke, he couldn't hold himself back and cursed angrily: "Zhao Kang, I will kill your second uncle!"
"Asshole!"
Horn punched the bed board hard, never expecting that the punch hit a nail.
The bed board was not smashed, but the skin on my hands was broken, and I looked at the blood on my hands.
At this moment, Horn just wanted to cry, feeling as wronged as a child.
A poisonous smoke swept over a hundred thousand troops, resulting in more than 70,000 casualties!
The corpses piled up in a thick layer on the battlefield, basically corpses pressing on corpses.
You can't see the edge at a glance.
The number of soldiers killed was only less than a hundred people.
Under the setting sun, looking at the corpses on the ground, the brothers Huo En and Yan Wenyuan seemed to have aged ten years suddenly.
At this moment, both of them had blazing fire in their eyes, the flame of revenge!
Neither of them plans to think about the outcome of this war anymore!
All they want is revenge! Dragging that despicable villain from Jinlin Pass and cutting him into eight pieces is not enough to satisfy his hatred!
Because it was too humiliating. I had never suffered such a defeat in decades!
Only by killing Zhao Kang can we avenge our shame and make up for the scars of our emotional deception.
