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As the Yuan soldiers got closer and closer, everyone on Fang Yu's side was in a hundred percent spirit. Zhu Chongba's palms holding the fire gun were already full of sweat.

Everyone on Fang Yu's side lifted their hearts. In front of them, the fangs and claws of the Yuan soldiers waved the weapons in their hands and pounced with a cruel face.

Timur didn't pay any attention to Fang Yu's nineteen people, even though they had modified firecrackers in their hands.

Timur knew about the firecracker, after all, it was also used in his army.

It has a short range, a slow firing speed, and is not yet accurate, but it can make a loud noise when fired, scaring and scaring war horses, and the rest of the aspects are not comparable to bows and arrows at all, and Timur looks down on this thing very much.

I knew that the bandit on the other side was standing at the intersection with a firecracker. Timur almost burst out laughing, these people seemed to him to be dead.

All his thoughts were now on Ma Baoshan's daughter! Timur's mind was full of thoughts about how to torture Ma Xiulian.

In his cruel heart, it was best to have Ma Baoshan present when he tortured Ma Xiulian, so that he could not only hear Ma Xiulian's wail under him, but also Ma Baoshan's heartless roar of pain.

Thinking of this, Timur couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing that the Yuan soldiers were already within one hundred and fifty paces and could already exert the maximum power of the firecracker, Fang Yu shouted loudly.

"Launch, launch, launch!".

"Bang bang bang!".

A loud sound resounded throughout the valley, frightening the Yuan soldiers to stop in place. Before Yuan Bing could react, a loud sound sounded again.

And so on for five minutes without stopping.

White smoke with the smell of gunpowder enveloped the valley, and it was not until a mountain breeze blew through that everyone could see what was inside the valley.

The

front row of the Yuan soldiers, who were huddled in the path, were cut to the ground like wheat, and blood and blackened flesh were scattered all over the path.

Countless soldiers lay on the ground groaning in pain, either their legs were broken, revealing their bones, or half of their heads were gone, and they could clearly see the white swaying brains inside, or they had a big hole in their chests, and their internal organs had been torn into minced meat, or their entire necks were knocked out, leaving only their bodies that were constantly twitching.

A cursory glance shows that in this volley, at least thirty Yuan soldiers were killed and wounded. The smell of blood mixed with the stimulation of gunpowder echoed throughout the col with a groan of pain.

Seeing the tragic situation in front of them, the surviving Yuan soldiers were stunned, they stood in place and did not dare to step forward, and the entire team stopped.

"What's going on, what's going on?" said Kuangkhor Timur, who was in the center of the procession, and loudly reprimanded him, seeing that the team was not moving.

"Isn't it just the sound of firecrackers! The thunder is loud and the rain is small! What are you dogs afraid of! Get moving, go into the cottage, good wine, meat, and good women are waiting for you!" said Timur.

But the Yuan soldiers' team still didn't move.

Seeing this, Timur suddenly became angry, and he brutally pushed his body away and walked towards the front of the team. He wanted to see what was going on to stop his army of thousands of people from leveling the cottage!

The further he went, the more Timur smelled blood. He frowned.

"Isn't it just one or two people who were injured by the firecracker! As a Mongolian warrior, it is not very normal to be injured!" said Kokor Timur.

Although the fire gun is not good, isn't it normal to be able to hit one or two people in such a small space! This group of rabbit cubs, after a long time, are so afraid of even seeing blood? No! In the future, we will have to find a Han village, let them practice their hands, and find out the feeling of killing people. Kukor Timur thought as he came to the front of the line.

The tragic situation of the rows of fallen Yuan soldiers made Kuangku Timur stunned in place.

He had never seen anything like it before!

All of the more than 30 Yuan soldiers were lying on the ground, and none of them were slightly injured, all of them were seriously injured or died directly.

Their leather armor was shattered, providing them with no protection.

The blood on the ground had merged into a small stream, which slowly flowed to the low-lying area, forming a puddle of blood.

On the ground, you can see the eyeballs leaving the body, the muscles that are still wriggling, the heart and lungs like cattle and sheep, and the water of human beings.

Timur was shocked, how could this be caused by the fire gun! The fire gun did not have such power at all!

The other side.

Fang Yu and the others did not stop the three-stage fire because of the lack of ammunition, but because of the excessive number of salvos, the barrel of the fire gun began to heat up and turn red.

If it was forced to continue, it was estimated that it would explode, so Fang Yu asked everyone to stop shooting, wait for the barrel to cool down, and just look at the results.

As the white smoke cleared, everyone in the musket team saw the tragic situation of the Yuan soldiers not far away. Each of them had a big mouth, and they couldn't believe that they had caused it.