The cannon sounded.

A strong smoke accompanied by a strong and pungent smell, I wanted to cover this slightly thin bamboo shed, but it was quickly blown away by the sudden westerly wind and nothing was left behind.

"What is this?"

When the head of the Lu family heard the sound, he had guessed what Li Chongrun used to make such a big noise.

But why the explosive explosion was blown up on his side, not the enemy, really made this paradise a little puzzled.

Li Chongrun raised a finger to his lips, pointed to the direction of the Khitan camp in the south, and signaled him to shut up and look.

There were also a few loud noises on the top of the phoenix-like mountain peak a few miles away, and even the fortress there opened fire.

Several carriages that had been sent to the Khitan camp were now parked in front of the central army tent, and countless Khitan soldiers were happily carrying a lot of wine from the carriage.

Li Chongrun had sent several jars of diluted alcohol before, which opened his eyes to the Khitans, who were already addicted to strong alcohol, but they gave very little, just to let a few leaders enjoy their mouths.

As the supply was requested several times in succession, the appetite of these Khitans became bigger and bigger, and more people in the Khitan camp had tasted this kind of thing similar to medical alcohol.

Until this time, I didn't expect that the carriage that brought so many jars to the carriage that brought food and rice over this time, which really made the Khitans, who were addicted to alcohol, a little overjoyed.

No one moved the grain and rice on the carriage. A few quick-handed Khitans had already opened the mud seal of the wine jar. They poured half of the wine into their leather helmets, and they couldn't help finding a secluded place to prepare for the enjoyment.

However, today's wine is much thicker, but it lacks the mellow feeling of the previous few days, which makes the wine insects very disappointed.

However, the strong aroma of wine had already emanated from the open wine jar. Under the sowing of the west wind, it attracted more and more Khitans to come to the carriage convoy and join the scramble.

As for other goods piled up on the carriage, such as grain and rice and many thin wooden boxes, there is no appeal in front of fine wine, and most of them are left on the carriage.

Several Khitans who had met in Bailang Mountain before still remembered the small gifts given by Li Chongrun, and quickly shouted loudly to be careful of the evil tricks of Linzi King.

However, under the temptation of the soaring wine, apart from the Khitans who believed in the rumors, the Khitans surrounded by densely packed horse-drawn carriages had long stopped paying attention to the compatriots who were still rational, and went to the central army tent more and more.

When the carriage pulled the convoy, the majestic horses were driven out of the camp and came to Liucheng by the drivers who drove them.

Only a few thin bulls were left, staring at their somewhat dizzy eyes with a blank look on their faces, looking calmly at the barbarians who were competing for the strong smell on their bodies.

Several Khitans who were competing for a jar of wine only felt that they saw a few black shadows flying in the corner of their eyes, and their heads pierced into the thin wooden box.

A ball of fire, which was no less dimmer than the sun, exploded instantly outside the Khitan Central Army tent. Moreover, as the explosion affected, the same things on the carriage next to it were only slightly delayed for a moment and then exploded.

The explosion flames lit up many wine jars that were shaken by the explosion. The strong aroma of wine accompanied by the light blue flames soared into the sky, instantly swallowing the central army tent and several surrounding camp tents.

Countless Khitans who were huddling in front of the central army tent were ignited by the explosion when the wine jar broke. Moreover, the flame seemed to be magical and quickly passed on the crowd, just like a plague.

A lot of the scattered wine had flowed to the ground, and many of the same flames burst out from the extremely heavy earth.

Countless Khitans changed their greed when they were snatching wine, slapped the flames on their bodies, cried, struggled, and rolled, trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies that were like the flames that oozed out of the Nine Netherlands.

But the flame was really like a curse, not only could not be extinguished, but it even spread wider around with the slap. Finally, the alcohol flames flowing wildly finally detonated the carriage that was finally piled up with white wooden boxes in the convoy.

A huge mushroom cloud was instantly generated, wrapped in thick smoke and flames around it, and flew slowly to the sky with extremely fast and steady speed.

The real man never looked back at the explosion. Li Chongrun had no interest in the greedy camp behind him, what kind of miserable appearance it had become in the midst of this breath.

"Without you, the army that serves as confidence, I want to see how you make a comeback!"

Although Li Chongrun's words were gentle, the fireworks that exploded just now were too strong, and they were even more cold.

The black ship had already loaded the second round of shells at this time, and without waiting for Li Chongrun's order, he continued to fire the artillery and rushed towards the Khitan camp.

"It's over! It's too late!"

The Khitan leader Sun Wanrong had never seen such a scene. When the first round of cannon sounded, he still disagreed with the idea that it was just a child who made a scare thing.

I have heard the legends circulating among the soldiers before, saying that the young prince who is now in charge of Yingzhou Prefecture seems to be a very cruel Taoist sect.

When he heard this rumor, Sun Wanrong thought that these were all defenders of Bailang Mountain. In order to explain why a whole transportation team was damaged next to a small island, he made up lies to help him lose his clothes and seals.

When he saw the mushroom cloud rising into the sky today, Sun Wanrong realized that the rumors were not necessarily fake.

The shrill screams from the Khitan camp could be heard on the banks of the Daling River three miles away. In a busy and busy situation, although many people had already fallen into the sky flames, there were still many Khitans who had not been stuck in alcohol, and they jumped out around, trying to escape the flame-constructed hell.

Sun Wanrong has been stationed here for ten days, but there have been many ways to find out the news in Liucheng and know that Li Chongrun has a black cavalry with considerable combat power.

In order to prevent the night attack of the Black Cavalry, the Khitan camp gates had been repaired several times, and it had long become extremely narrow. This made many Khitans who were panicking and blocked in the narrow gate like the elevated entrance at the evening rush hour.

The black ship and the second round of shells on the turret arrived as scheduled. The shells carved with coal and jade collapsed on the extremely hard ground trampled by countless war horses, one trace after another like a crater. The scattered sharp fragments tear up and burst into neighing like a banshee in the abyss, instantly taking away the surrounding souls.

Sun Wanrong was completely stunned at this moment. He couldn't believe it and passed by his face several times like a remorseful expression. Just as the artillery fire on the black ship began to be bombarded one by one according to the tent, he finally collapsed and collapsed. He sank on the ground and murmured: "I said, stop, stop quickly, stop, can't fight anymore, can't fight anymore..."

The head of the Lu family finally couldn't sit still at this time, and quickly signaled to the young guard behind him to hurry up and deal with the traitor who was about to betray him.

Who knew that after comparing the gesture twice, the head of the Lu family never saw his guard pounce on Sun Wanrong.

The head of the Lu family looked behind him with some hesitation, but found that the young man had already fought with Gongsun Lan.

It turned out that just as Sun Wanrong opened his mouth, the young man moved.

But he didn't go towards Sun Wanrong, but came directly towards Li Chongrun.

The young man seemed to know very well that the key to the problem was that the young prince who had been pretending to be a big-tailed wolf for a long time seemed to have no problems as long as he controlled him.

However, Gongsun Lan's attention was always on him, and the young man was stopped by Gongsun Lan as soon as he moved.

The sound of artillery and explosions outside were deafening, so no one in the bamboo shed noticed that the two had already started fighting.

At this time, Li Chongrun also noticed the two men who were fighting fiercely. Although they did not hold the scimitar he had, Gongsun Lan was still very solid in his kung fu. As he flew, the extremely eye-catching red boots almost hit the young man several times.

However, the young man's kung fu was obviously much better. He was stuck at the distance or avoided or blocked by Gongsun Lan's attacks several times.

Seeing that his wife might not be able to beat her, Li Chongrun also grabbed the knife and rushed forward. However, it may have been negligent recently. Moreover, Li Chongrun himself had never practiced the knife skills. In just one round, the knife was photographed on the ground by the young man. The angle was very coincidental and stabbed in front of the head of the Lu family, stopping his momentum of thinking of getting up.

The three of them fought back and forth for a few rounds, and Li Chongrun became even more and more strange. Although this young man had both offense and defense, it seemed that the scale was just to be at a very accurate level. It was not so much a fight, but rather a training session.

Moreover, even though I am much weaker than my wife, I can fight him back and forth, which is very interesting.

However, the fight between the three people stopped soon. It was not that the winner had been decided, but that Uncle Yang San, who was dressed as a coachman, had already returned.

I heard that I met a master. Uncle Yang San was worried about the safety of his nephew and rushed over in a hurry. Who knew that he had already recognized the identity of the young master through the curtain.

"Junior brother! When did you come back?" Uncle Yang San shouted out loud when he found out that it was his own.

"Not only are we back, we have also had a very good identity." The young man fully demonstrated what it means to be at ease. He resisted Gongsun Lan's offensive and was in the mood to chat with Uncle Yang San.

"Alan, stop. Even when your master Qi Niang is not injured, he will not be his junior brother's opponent."

Seeing that it was his own person, Uncle Yang San felt relieved and greeted Gongsun Lan with a smile: "This is my Master Pei, and your Master Qi Niang's junior brother, your Master Qi Niang, your Master Yuwen Shiyi."

"I've met uncle."

Gongsun Lan stopped decisively and adjusted her breathing several times. Her chest, which was rising and falling due to intense exercise, returned to normal.

It was Li Chongrun, but he gasped like a bellows, and he took a while before he bowed with his hands crossed his hands: "I've seen Uncle Master."
Chapter completed!