On the entire battlefield, let alone those Mughal troops, even the Ming army was stunned by the scene above his head.

Nearly 200,000 people looked up at the sky, watching the golden roc spread their wings, passing by with a harsh whistling sound, and then pulled up again. Even people on the ground could feel the strong wind. Although the pair of golden wings with metallic luster did not actually move, the fierce airflow still hit the bottom, and you could even see two vague clouds dragging behind the golden roc. At this moment, people finally saw the true appearance of the roc...

Then almost all the Ming army fell to the ground and shouted long live.

Well, this is their Emperor.

besides……

There is also a pair of jet-powered wings, which are actually a pair of titanium alloy wings depicted in the shape of a wing, and then two small turbofans used for cruise missiles were installed on the wings. Lin Qian's technical strength in space-time is even stronger than that of Yang Feng's space-time in the United States. The two turbofans with a thrust weight ratio of more than ten and a thrust of 700 kilograms are nothing but black technology. Titanium alloy and composite wings, plus a dedicated flight control system, and then a 300-liter fuel tank, this set of things is very simple, it's just to spend money, throw a piece of jade as big as a brick, and the rest is Lin Qian's custom-made one. This is actually the kind of Swiss adventurer Rossi flying across the English Channel. Of course, this does not need to be like his, and it must be brought to high altitude by relying on the aircraft. After all, the engine thrust of the two is not the same level.

Jet backpacks are never practical. The key is not technology, but the weight is too heavy for ordinary people to carry.

But this set of things adds up to only half a ton.

For Emperor Yang...

Is this a matter?

Two engines with 700 kilograms of thrust, plus Yang Feng's entire system with less than 700 kilograms, it's easy to take off vertically, not to mention flying, even vertical takeoff is easy. In fact, this aircraft takes off vertically, but vertical landing is more troublesome, because it cannot be like Rossi's model. In the end, it must land vertically with a parachute. However, vertical landing does not take off vertically, and it is very easy to crash if you are not careful, such as Harrier or Jacques 36. However, for Emperor Yang...

Is this a matter?

When does he need to land? Can't he just smash it down?

By the way, he often wore a wing suit without a parachute and smashed it down from the airship!

The only problem is that the fuel consumption is too high. Three hundred liters of oil can keep him flying normally for more than ten minutes. If he always plays vertical take-off and landing, he can't play a few lifts and lands, which means he just jumps around for a few short distances and plays gliding. However, it is enough to show off.

Now the Emperor, who was heading straight to the sky, was wearing golden armor and circling over the battlefield with two golden wings. It was like a god. Not to mention the Ming army, many people in the Mughal army knelt down, especially those Hindus and Buddhists, who were even more devoutly kneeling. By this time, we can see that some believers had firm beliefs. Anyway, Bahadursha did not kneel, but just sat on the back of the elephant and his legs were a little weak, especially the horses and elephants of the cavalry under him were also in chaos amid the loud roar of the turbofan engine overhead.

Obviously this is not possible. No matter what Yang Feng is, whether it is a god, a man, a demon or a demon, Bahadursha knows that he must defeat this terrifying enemy, otherwise he will play everything.

"Attack, kill, the warriors of the Lord, this is a shooting war, a shooting war with the demon! The Lord blesses, the Lord is the greatest, kill the demon, kill the demon, the gem garden and the girls are waiting for you!"

Bahadursha roared wildly.

This sign is very useful, and shooting war is the most likely to cause high quality. Especially among the elite Mughal army, the zhen master is still quite useful. Then the zhen master's warriors pulled out their scimitars and roared and activated their war horses, moving forward like a fierce tide. Countless scimitars waving in the air like silver waves, and various shouts resounded throughout the sky. The Turkic-Mongolian soldiers who were inspired by faith tried their best to whip their war horses to speed up, and roared wildly and collided with various slogans to the Ming army formation.

"Zheng is the greatest!"

Bahadursha roared behind him.

Suddenly, a harsh whistling sound suddenly grew above his head. He subconsciously raised his head, and a golden figure also quickly grew in his vision.

Well, Emperor Yang was hovering in the sky not just to show himself, he was actually looking for Bahadursha. As his identity, of course he was disdainful of fighting with those Mughal soldiers. If he wanted to fight, he had to play against the emperor directly. He naturally knew below in the sky. Bahadursha, sitting on the back of an elephant, was so brave that he could certainly not escape his vision. After locking the target, Emperor Yang, carrying a jet-powered wing, slightly adjusted the controller in his hand, and after slightly adjusting the wings on his back, he rushed straight to Bahadursha like a golden god.

At this time, the Ming army artillery had already opened fire.

Hundreds of field artillery of various caliber and howitzers and rockets bombarded the Mughals. The whistling of shells cut through the sky, exploded balls of flames among the Mughal cavalry and elephant soldiers, bringing up a piece of broken limbs. The rapid-fire cannons loaded with flowering bullets on the frontier of the Ming army have become the most terrifying nightmare of the cavalry. These designs are artillery used to bombard cavalry, spraying flames outwards frantically, and using dense shells to create countless broken limbs.

Even heavy rockets joined the bombardment ranks. The rocket with a power of 100-pound bomb in World War II fell like a meteor, and then a fire ball that seemed like a terrifying volcano erupted. Even the earth trembled obviously in the explosion. The elephants and war horses were completely frightened and no longer obeyed the rider's control. They were completely confused and turned into a group of headless flies, chaotic display of what hell is when they collided with each other and trampled on each other.

The Mughals' attack had just begun to go into a crushing defeat. The numerical advantage was meaningless here. The dense charge formation only facilitated the Ming army's tuition, and here the firepower was the real master.

Of course, Bahadursha has no time to care about these things.

Because Emperor Yang has landed...

Uh, it fell.

Yang Feng, carrying a half-ton jet power wing, turned off the engine in the air, and then used the power of gliding to crash into the cavalry guarding Bahadursha. The golden dragon protecting his body first collided violently with the latter. He instantly knocked more than a dozen Mughal elite guards and their men and horses out like a golden meteor. He ran away with countless screams, and even a war elephant was knocked to the ground.

Yang Feng quickly stood firm with the help of the golden dragon's buffer.

He carried two golden titanium alloy wings with a wingspan of more than five meters, wearing a golden fish scale armor with a heart-protecting mirror, and a golden phoenix-winged helmet. Because he did not take a heavy weapon to lose weight, he just symbolically took a horse snare. He stood in front of the battle elephant that Bahadursha was riding like a god, and was covered with dazzling light reflected in the sun. The air around seemed to solidify at this moment. He was backing the sea of ​​fire that exploded with shells and the Mughal cavalry who seemed to be struggling in hell, and looked at Bahadursha quietly in the fearful eyes of countless Mughal elite guards.

He didn't move.

The Mughals did not move either.

Suddenly Bahadulsha roared.

His elephant slave immediately activated the giant object that was as high as ten feet tall and weighed seven tons more than the Ming Dynasty standard, and raised his two front legs with two ivory more than four feet long. The terrifying hooves appeared directly above Yang Feng's head. In the sunny background, it stepped heavily like a mountain...

Yang Feng yelled.

The horse in his hand pierced out like lightning, and the sharp blade that was more than two feet long instantly penetrated under the giant elephant's jaw. Then more than half of the shank disappeared from the head of the giant beast. The next moment the blade pierced the solid skull and exposed it on the top of its head, like a sudden blood-red sharp horn. The giant elephant stood above Yang Feng's head with a sad voice. Time seemed to be frozen at this moment. The golden god with wings on his back, holding a golden spear, pushed a giant elephant over its head. This scene was like countless reappearances of similar myths.

Around it was a scream of incredibleness.

But amid the scream, Yang Feng clenched his fist with his right hand and roared again. The fist hit the giant elephant heavily, as if it was hit by a galloping train. The giant elephant fell down with helpless grief, twitching on the ground, blood flowing out of his mouth, and even Bahadursha was thrown out.

Then……

Yang Feng stretched out his hands at the same time and hugged the thick elephant trunk. Before Bahadursha on the ground got up, he swung his arms out suddenly. The moment his body twisted, the huge war elephant was thrown up, whizzing through the air like a meteor hammer. But then the elephant trunk broke away because he could not withstand this terrifying pulling force. The seven-ton war elephant flew out to the right under the action of inertia. Amid Bahadursha's scream of fear, it smashed into the Mughal Guards like a mountain of meat. It crushed all the way with the impact force, rolled forward several feet away before stopping.

The Bahadursha on the ground was completely petrified.

At this time, he looked at Yang Feng's golden figure and cried without tears. Even if you are a god, there is no need to be so cruel, right? You can fly in the sky, kick elephants as balls, and you can't even kill shells. How can you let others do this? He was completely broken, and he didn't even notice that the sharp blade of the horse in Yang Feng's hand reached his neck.

"Kneel down!"

Emperor Yang held the horse's scepter in one hand and pressed the sharp blade against Bahadur's chest and said proudly.

Although there were countless elite Mughal soldiers around, none of them dared to come forward to rescue their emperor. Everyone was shocked. In fact, many of them were so scared that their legs were weak and they could throw an elephant out with bare hands. Except for the gods, they really couldn't think of anyone else who could do such a thing. Although these elite soldiers had firm beliefs, their beliefs were just legends after all. Their gods had never shown miracles in front of them. No matter what point they were saying, they could be described as miracles. In fact, most Hindus and Buddhists had already knelt down around at this time.

They bowed their heads devoutly to the earth and greeted their God devoutly.

Bahadursha got up with a humiliation and knelt at Yang Feng's feet. He had no other choice. If he didn't kneel down, he would have to die.

Yang Feng looked around majesticly, looked at the Mughal soldiers who were stooping, and then shouted proudly in the same tone: "Kneel down, all of them kneel down!"

The Mughal soldiers looked at each other.

"The Lord's Warrior..."

A prince shouted with a scimitar.

But unfortunately, before he finished shouting, he saw Yang Feng pointing his hand at him.

"Ah, my eyes!"

No sound was heard, no weapon attacks were seen. Suddenly the prince covered his eyes and screamed. This strange scene made the Mughals shudder. Those who were hesitating were kneeling subconsciously on the ground. As for the prince, he continued to cover his eyes and screamed constantly, and bumped into others in panic and tripped by the corpse under his feet. He stumbled around and groped around. It was obvious that because he dared to disrespect the gods, his eyes had been blinded by the punishment of the gods.

"Ignortic mortal!"

Emperor Yang sneered proudly.

At the same time, he put down his arm that was equipped with a small individual laser.

This thing is not a high-tech thing. It was originally equipped in various countries in the late Cold War in history. It was just because the United Nations had a treaty later that it was not allowed to blind people without killing them. Therefore, major countries did not play clearly. With the technical level of the Chinese Federation on Lin Qian and the real military laser, perhaps it is not something that rich people like Lin Qian can get at will, but there is no problem with blinding people's eyes a few meters away. Even if you find a group of scientists yourself and develop one by yourself under the banner of private arms companies research, it is a trivial matter.

The poor Mughals certainly wouldn't know that the reason they didn't see any attack was just because the attack was a beam of light that could not be seen by the naked eye.

Anyway, in their opinion, this can only be a God's punishment.

"Kneel down, kneel down!"

Yang Feng shouted.

The four speakers mounted on his body made his voice resound throughout the battlefield.

At the same time, he left Bahadursha and suddenly soared into the air. Driven by the two turbofan engines, he reached hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye, and then dived. While diving, his majestic voice continued to echo over the battlefield.

"Kneel down, kneel down."

"Kneel down, kneel down."

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Chapter completed!