The first lunatic of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 37 Meat Grinder

The moon is dark and the night is killing, and the wind is high and the sky is on fire!

The Turkic people set up their camps, singing and dancing, preparing to cross the Weishui River in one fell swoop tomorrow, and the soldiers approached the city, and directly let Li Shimin know what a Turkic soldier front is.

However, at night, a flame appeared over the Turkic camp.

Because there is a huge tray in the way, no one can see it at all.

Black columnar objects were thrown from the air one by one.

People who sing and dance don't feel anything.

"boom!"

With a roaring sound, bombs exploded everywhere.

The bonfires that can be seen everywhere have become cannon fires that can be seen everywhere.

The Turkic camp suddenly became chaotic, and everything was just the beginning.

People are incomparably surprised by the fear of the unknown.

Have no idea what happened.

Then the Turkic war horses were frightened collectively and began to run around and neigh.

People are extremely fragile at this time, whether they are nobles or ordinary soldiers, at this moment, they are all extremely fragile.

A Turkic warrior who was dancing, suddenly a black pillar fell in front of him, followed by a roar.

Half of his body was gone, and this person fell into a pool of blood, and he didn't know how he died.

As the number of deaths increased, everyone fell into fear.

"Enemy attack!"

The alarm was sounded, but within a short while, the person who sounded the alarm disappeared into nothingness amidst a bang.

Ignorance, fear.

Accompanied by the neighing of countless war horses, the sound of horseshoes, and the sound of explosions.

All kinds of noise.

The entire Turkic camp was in complete chaos.

At night, in the dark, many people didn't know what happened, but their lives were inexplicably taken away.

With all kinds of emotions.

Some people obviously didn't have any wounds on their bodies, but suddenly their complexions turned purple, and then they fell down straight.

Died inexplicably.

The horses were frightened, and the people were also running away in fear.

Countless people chose to escape at this time, but before running far, they all felt difficulty breathing.

Slowly they all lay down on the ground.

Then the horses kept fleeing, because the fire had burned many ropes, and the horses were no longer controllable. The horses that had been tamed had become extremely irritable at this time.

Trample everything!
Smash everything!
Everything is an obstacle to the war horses, and they also want to escape!

Regarding the fear of disaster, whether it is a human or an animal, the choice at this moment is the same.

Many people did not die from the explosion, did not die from the poison, but died at the feet of their companions or horses.

Human life seems very fragile at this moment.

Like mustard.

Fang Ce was in the air, and he already knew that a group of people had been captured alive by the Turks, and this group was Chang Sun Chong's vanguard.

However, at this moment, Fang Ce could not control the situation below at all.

After all, at this time, the situation below is beyond human control.

All final results can only be predicted by God.

Fang Ce couldn't see the scene below at all.

Fang Ce could hear the screams and howls clearly.

But he will not save people, he will not show such kindness.

Because there are no immortals in war, even if a thousand people were buried with him in order to kill Chang Sun Chong, although he felt a little guilty, he did not regret it.

To deal with potential enemies, only cutting the grass and root can relieve the hatred in the heart.

These people were all killed by Changsun Chong. If you want to blame them, blame them for following the wrong master.

Anyway, Fang Ce didn't throw a single shell in the direction of the prisoner camp. Whether they survived or not depends on luck.

Everything is good fortune, whether it is a prisoner camp, or Changsun Chong, or the Turkic million control strings, everything depends on good fortune.

Under this kind of indiscriminate bombing, those who can survive can only be said to be amazingly lucky.

Bombs, poisoning, plus war trampling.

The one who can survive is really the chosen one.

Can anyone survive?

Absolutely, no doubt, but how many?

Fang Ce couldn't be sure, there were millions of people, after this messy night, it is estimated that not a few people could survive.

All destroyed?

Fang Ce never thought that it is impossible to wipe out the number of people of this level.

But even if these people didn't die, their fighting spirit would be completely wiped out.

Because in this case, it is impossible to fight.

The courage of the Turks has been broken, and they have just assembled.

Such a scene appeared in just one night, which is unimaginable.

Some Turks even felt that their totem had abandoned them.

After leaving the grassland, their totem has completely abandoned them.

This is divine punishment!

Punish them to leave the steppe.

They withdrew towards the north one after another, wanting to return to the grassland and the embrace of God.

Central Plains is really scary!

Fear, fear, made all those who survived feel as if a pair of invisible hands were stuck around their necks.

At this time, Fang Ce had already returned to Jingyang.

However, at this time Li Shimin's soldiers and horses had already gathered by the Weishui River.

"Your Majesty, Fang Ce asks to see you."

Fang Ce got off the hot air balloon and came to the camp by the Weishui River.

"What? Hurry up!"

Li Shimin couldn't wait any longer.

"Your Majesty, the grass people are lucky to live up to their fate!"

Fang Ce's words directly made Li Shimin's hanging heart drop.

It was already midnight at this time, standing on the bank of the Weishui River, one could even see the flames on the other side, and the screams of many people could be vaguely heard.

Now that he heard Fang Ce's words, Li Shimin nodded.

"Good job!"

Li Shimin patted Fang Ce on the shoulder.

Fang Ce smiled, shook his head, and said to Li Shimin, "Your Majesty, for the sake of Datang, it doesn't matter if I'm tired. It's just that I can't guarantee to get Xieli's head."

Li Shimin raised his eyebrows: "What? Let him run away?"

"I don't know, maybe there are no bones left."

Fang Ce rolled his eyes, and then said, "A total of ten bombs were dropped on Xieli's camp. I'm not sure if he's still alive."

When Li Shimin heard that Fang Ce had thrown a total of ten, he trembled all over.

If this f*ck is still alive, he will never find a completed body.

Whether the minced meat can be distinguished is a problem.

"Your Majesty, there is something I must say."

Fang Ce hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Your Majesty had better wait for the rain. After the rain, His Majesty will go to the other side. This will be good for the soldiers."

"What's the meaning of this?"

Li Shimin was a little surprised, and had no idea what Fang Ce meant by this.

Why is it raining?
"Why?"

"Because the air on the other side is filled with arsenic dust."

(End of this chapter)