As long as it's easy to use.

It should actually be a mixture of kerosene and gasoline.

When Ambassador Yang completed the enchantment, the cavalry on the opposite side had already rushed out of formation.

This is the Kashgar Cavalry.

You can see that Hu Gada is behind, and the leader should be the general of his family. They can be said to hate Yang Feng with all their teeth. It is all because of this devil that things have turned out like this.

The corpses of their brothers are strewn across the fields, the city is in ruins, and their families are still starving to save food to support Timur's army. It can be said that everything is thanks to him. These cavalry are the most wanted now.

Damn it, after all, if they spend one more day here, their relatives at the rear will have to feed the 150,000 troops for one more day.

Some people are already starving to death.

How much food would a 150,000-strong army have to eat in a day?

The total number of households in Kashgar is only 24,000. Including Yingjisha, Yarkand, and Khotan, there will not be more than 100,000 households.

It is not enough for one household to raise one.

I really can't afford it.

In fact, at this time Yerqiang and other secret officials were already dissatisfied with Hudada.

"Where's Khuda?

If I had known this, why did I do it in the first place?

At first, I just asked you 30,000 young men to work for me with a year's worth of food, and I even gave them wages for starting work, but he refused. Now, more than 30,000 of you have died, and the price you have paid exceeds that of that year.

food?

Combined, these six states and forty-three counties can’t make one mistake!”

Yang Feng admired the log in his hand and said as if appreciating a piece of art.

At the same time, he took out his lighter.

Just as the cavalry on the opposite side roared and began to charge, flames instantly rose from the front of the log.

Then he raised the sturdy poplar tree with both hands, just like Hellboy holding the flaming sword...

"Suffer death!"

He yelled.

Then he rushed forward to meet these cavalry.

At the moment of collision, the logs turned into flaming whips, sweeping across the cavalry's horse legs, and then the horses fell down. At the same time, the horse hair and the cloth on the cavalry were also ignited.

The horses that did not come and the cavalry on horseback struggled in the fire, but they burned in the struggle.

Although the gasoline on the logs has almost burned, the logs themselves are already burning.

Yang Feng swung this terrifying weapon and flew through the flames below like a pole vault. In the chaotic avoidance of the cavalry, it landed directly in the middle of them and swept in a circle.

There was a sea of ​​fire all around.

There were crazy roars on the city walls.

All around were screams of being burned by fire.

He held a seven-meter-long flaming sword in the blazing fire.

Then he flew up again.

The cavalry below fled to both sides in fear.

After landing, he still jumped up again like a pole vault.

A few times later, he was behind the cavalry.

In front of him, there were counterweight trebuchets that had just been put in place. A Khorasan general was instructing the soldiers to prepare for loading. His sudden appearance made this guy confused for a moment. He probably didn't understand how he got there from above.

He rushed out from the thousands of cavalry. But he woke up immediately. The infantry formed in his roar immediately moved forward, but Yang Feng's speed was too fast, and these counterweight trebuchets were at the front of the formation. In the blink of an eye,

The guy wielding a pillar of fire more than seven meters long arrived. The general hurriedly led his soldiers forward. The log in Yang Feng's hand was like a spear and pierced between them. The soldiers were frightened and hid quickly. Then Yang Feng swept from left to right, and the soldiers in front were

They all avoided it.

This is instinctive.

After all, no one wants to touch a burning log.

The general was very brave. He held up his shield to protect himself and slammed into the log fiercely, trying to push it away and then force himself in front of Yang Feng.

but……

He was a little late.

The log burning with blazing flames suddenly hit his chest.

He screamed and flew backwards.

“Don’t overestimate your capabilities!”

Yang Feng said with disdain.

Then he punched the log in his hand into the stone bullets piled next to him. These stone bullets were all poured with crude oil. As soon as he punched the log, it turned into a flaming fire. Then he threw the stones to the side like a billiard ball.

As soon as the machine was pressed, the flaming stone bullets rolled over immediately, and Yang Feng leisurely hit them all over.

The huge counterweight trebuchet immediately burst into flames.

Then he moved on to the next one.

At this time, the infantrymen were swarming towards them, and he casually hit a stone bullet at them.

Hundreds of kilograms of stone bullets instantly crashed into the soldiers with burning flames.

The latter screamed in agony.

Yang Feng happily ran to the second trebuchet, also lit the pile of stone bombs, and then continued to hit them with the burning logs in his hands like playing billiards, letting them crash into the middle of the unlucky soldiers with flames. This

The poplar wood was very strong, and although it had been burned for a while, it was still not completely burned. He could happily continue his game, igniting the weighted trebuchet and using these stone bullets to hit the attacking infantry.

A total of six counterweight trebuchets were quickly set alight by him.

And the flames also rose among those unlucky soldiers...

On the war elephant in the distance, Timur was still silently watching his performance.

But the Sultan finally sighed.

Then he waved his hand forward.

"Siege the city!"

he said.

The flag in the hands of the officer beside him was waving.

In four directions, 150,000 soldiers who had been waiting in formation pushed ladders, siege towers, siege rams, and flying ladders to launch a full-scale attack on Aksu City.

Yang Feng looked at him in the fire.

He also looked at Yang Feng.

"Timur, don't you want to know where King Yan is now?"

Yang Feng shouted with a smile.

According to time calculation, Zhu Di had almost reached Talas by this time. Even if Timur retreated immediately, it would still take a month to reach Khujand, but he almost met Zhu Di at the same time.

He spoke in Mongolian, so Timur was immediately stunned.

Apparently he was aware of this overlooked issue.

Of course, it's not that he is old and dim, but that the Ming army has always belonged to someone in another world to him. His thinking has formed an inertia and he habitually ignores Zhu Di's army, even if he already knows that Zhu Di is Jinshan.

It is difficult to pay attention to this issue when considering the situation.

but now……

He seemed to be in real trouble.

"Sultan, I wish you good luck!"

Yang Feng said with a smile.

Then he ran towards Aksu City and quickly reached the city. He grabbed the rope thrown from the city and climbed to the city as quickly as possible...

"Get ready to fight. If you persist for half a month, you will win. King Yan's army has already gone to attack Samarkand."
Chapter completed!