"The whole team...welcome the enemy..."

Bahayi, the governor of Bershall, could hear clearly in the car, and his leading general was shouting desperately. From the window, he could see a team of cavalry with distinctive flags standing on the high dunes and looking at him at Schiller.

The road where he and his men were on was already in chaos. The doctors in the carriage, the wounded soldiers and the grooms driving the carriage were shouting in horror, hoping that someone would come to help them, and the soldiers in the team also shouted together.

The sound of horse hooves, the neighing sounds of horses, and the chaotic situation of the entire brigade is worrying.

"I have to go out, I have to let me and them see me! I can't let them face the shock like this."

Bahayi, Governor of Bershallo, was muttering this sentence in his heart. He knew that if he could not quickly meet the enemy's cavalry, then the entire team would be completely destroyed under an attack from the opponent.

He shook his fat body and rushed around the narrow station wagon. He reached the small living room, opened the roof of the station wagon, shaking his fat body and climbed the roof quickly, shouting in his voice.

"Hi...hee...you guys, don't be messy, follow the officer's words to line up to meet the enemy..."

Originally, his obese body had a larger target, and he waved his arms more desperately and shouted, and his goal was naturally greater. Although this brought danger to him, the soldiers really became calm when they saw him. Perhaps it was Bahayi, the Governor of Bershallo, who gave them courage, or seeing the enemy troops who were about to launch a charge.

As the officers shouted desperately, a team of about 5,000 cavalry soon gathered in front of the Bahayiche, Governor of Bershallo. Opposite them, the Yulinzhuang cavalry team, which had been waiting for it, made a sound of a charge. The 3,000 people were neatly formed, as if they were a wall of iron, and were beginning to move slowly.

"The archers are on the top of the cart, ready to face the enemy. The cavalry are ready to charge after my orders..."

With the order of the officer, the cavalry under Governor Bahayi of Bershallo held the Chinese spears in his hands one by one, and the archers were afraid of climbing into the carriage. But what is puzzling is that the cavalry in the dune seemed to move, but they just acted slowly and had no intention of charging at all.

"What are they doing?"

Bahayi, the Governor of Bershallo, holding a telescope, always felt that something bad was about to happen. Although he didn't know what was going on, he felt that the crisis was imminent. A sudden explosion sounded, shocking everyone and stunned them all.

On the road, several smoke columns rose from a distance. Some pieces of the explosion of unknown things were flying, and more flames suddenly rose. Fortunately, gunpowder was igniting. If it were TNT explosives, Zhao Xu would probably be disappointed. The explosion of the distorted explosives would not make the flames stronger. On the contrary, their air waves would extinguish the flames.

As the first explosion sounded, then a series of explosions sounded one after another. In the horrified eyes of everyone, one explosion after another, and a ball of flames became closer and closer to themselves, which made everyone's hearts beating wildly.

What was even more frightening than them were the horses, which were neighing and squeezing uneasy. It was not that Arab horses were not good as war horses, but that Arab horses were as hot-blooded horses with extremely fast speeds. They were too smart and were affected by the outside world. If they were in the era of thorough cold weapons, this was not a disadvantage. Smart Arab horses would save their owner's life. But when the times took a big step and used as a means of taking hundreds of years. When they entered the era of hot weapons early, the sudden changes made the horses unbearable.

With the explosion, the horses crowded together moved their hooves. They did not want to be involved in the explosions, nor did they want to be engulfed by the flames, and turned into a galloping flame. As a horse neighed and ran, all the horses on the road became chaotic. Not only did the cavalry become chaotic, but the archers who climbed to the roof of the car were hit harder. Because of the thunder buried underground, when they exploded, the flight route of the fragments was obliquely squared. The archers happened to be in the range of these broken porcelain pieces, glass, and flames.

Amid the screams, the hit archer jumped down with flames all over his body, and the Governor Bahayi, who was blocked by a archer, was lucky. He was only hit by a small piece of glass.

At this time, the deadly bronze horn sounded again in the sand dune, and the cavalry that were approaching slowly started to charge this time. Not only that, but even on the other side, there was a shout of killing like a tide.

The injured Governor Bahayi of Bershallo, with blood on his face, struggled to look back and see, and his soul was scattered. More cavalry and stronger teams rushed towards him like a huge wave shining in the sun.

"Governor...Governor, save yourself, we..."

At this time, the cavalry on the road was completely chaotic due to the impact of the explosion. Seeing that the cavalry on the opposite city had no chance to form any formation, they had the only chance to leave now, and the faster they escape, the better.

There is no need to order the President of Bershallo. The frightened cavalrymen threw away the Chinese spear in their hands, and threw away all the things that were in trouble on the horse's back. Because the frightened war horses would become powerless for a while after running wildly. If they could not escape before that, then they might not have the chance to escape in the face of the cavalry's charge.

At this time, the blood-faced Governor Bahayi of Bershallo had a terrifying expression. The effect of anger and blood were superimposed, making people feel scared when they saw his face.

"I will settle the score with you...you guys..."

Bahayi, the Governor of Bershallo, probably didn't want to survive anymore. Seeing that his 30,000 army was about to disappear. How could this make him feel less heartbroken?

The general under the car looked anxiously at the crazy Governor Bahayi of Bershallo, knowing that it would be useless to shout at him again. He had to shout at the others on the roof of the carriage.

"Take him down, don't care who he is. Get him down quickly. If you're late, you won't be able to leave!"

The formation of ten thousand war horses attacking with all their might was horrifying. The defeated soldiers who were scared to death under the explosion began to run wildly in any direction.
Chapter completed!