Yang Ling left the tent with Mahalu. Once they were out of the tent's line of sight, he increased his speed and ran straight for the mountain pass. The main force of the Ming army had already retreated to the middle of the mountain, defending on all sides. Only a small number of troops were left at the foot of the mountain to carry out Yang Ling's strategy of withdrawing the cannons as soon as they ran out, to break the enemy's spirit, and to fortify the defense and wait for reinforcements.
The warhorses neighed, and flames rose in all directions. A cloud of mud mixed with white snow sprayed into the sky. In the thick smoke, warhorses that stepped on landmines fell to the ground with their horses. But there was no pause in the charge, and even when a frightened horse strayed from the course of its charge, the rider did his utmost to turn it in the right direction.
The inertia formed by the galloping of thousands of warhorses had turned everything in front of them into a flattened target. No matter how skilled a warrior was in riding, he or she would not be able to stop his or her warhorse at this moment. Everything that stopped would become an insignificant obstacle that would be trampled mercilessly into meat paste in an instant.
Wolf flags fluttered in the wind as countless cavalrymen trampled on the snow and mud. Spears and halberds were as dense as a forest, the snow-white steel sabers emitted a bone-piercing coldness, and the thunderous hoofbeats were deafening. Xu Tai's face was ghastly pale, veins popped up on his forehead. He held his saber and stared at the approaching Mongolian cavalry. The cavalry at the front had already drawn their bows and arrows, but Xu Tai still did not give the order to fire.
Hum ~! Like a swarm of wasps rising into the air, the Wolf Fang Arrows flew over with a bloodthirsty whistle. All the soldiers quickly hid behind their huge shields, which were as tall as a person. At the same time, they raised their shields to protect their heads.
"Duk, duk duk duk …" The surface of the shield was covered with a layer of arrows. Some of the arrows passed through the gaps of the shield and hit the bodies of the soldiers. Some of them cried out miserably and fell. After a while, the sound of "Du Du Du" rang out again, and the second wave of arrows arrived.
Archery while mounted was the Mongolian cavaliers' specialty. There were quite a number of warriors who could fire more than ten arrows consecutively in the first breath. If a large group of Mongolian cavaliers rushed over, they could immediately fire a dense wave of arrows. The arrows were long, accurate, and incredibly vicious. If the archers who used arrows to attack first, most of them would immediately fall off their horses.
Xu Tai was brave and good at fighting. He had also entered deep into the desert before, so he was familiar with this strategy. Besides, while poison cannons were suitable to deal with this sort of dense charge, their firing range was not far. If he could not fire when a large group of enemy cavaliers entered his firing range, while he could scare some of the warhorses by firing cannons, the Mongolian cavaliers, who were as swift as the wind, would be able to rush in front of him during the process of reloading the cannons. If he did not control the timing well, his so-called sharp weapon would turn into a burning stick, and it would be useless.
The third volley of arrows rained down on the giant shield. Some soldiers who were not able to defend themselves in time were hit and fell. At this moment, Xu Tai roared like thunder: "Open fire!"
The Mongolian cavaliers who charged through the minefield formation were only three hundred feet away from the Mongolian cavaliers. Tongues of fire shot out from the black cannons, and as deafening roars rose, thousands of lead bullets, stones, and iron nails were fired back at them at a speed that was even faster and fiercer than arrows. They swept through the Tatar army.
When the steel rain swept through the area, even the bravest Mongolian warrior and the warhorses that were as graceful as dragons could not use their bodies to block it. For a period of time, all those who tried to block it were swept off their feet. Their wooden shields were torn, and their iron leaf shields were also reduced to sieves. They flew out of their hands and into the air, and the Mongolian soldiers who were only dressed in leather robes and armor were like a pile of fallen leaves in a violent gust of wind under the terrifying power of the dense artillery fire. They were instantly swept to the ground.
This wave of attacks was too vicious. The dense charge formation caused the artillery fire to bring about the greatest damage. Nearly one thousand warriors fell off their horses, and more than five hundred horses were covered in blood while they roared and charged forward. The Mongolian cavaliers, who had an unstoppable momentum, froze for a moment.
Xu Tai took the chance and ordered the cannons to be reloaded. At the same time, there were twenty cannons that had not been fired since the beginning to stand guard in case the gap between the cannons became too large. Boyan also gave a death order. He ordered his trusted general, Bodarmo, to immediately organize a charge and break through the defense at the foot of the mountain in the shortest amount of time possible.
There was no strategy involved in today's battle. The only target for both the attacker and the defender was the mountain. As long as they could break through the mountain, they would be able to survive, or else, everything would be over. As Boyan's trusted general, Bodarmo knew the importance of time. He immediately led two thousand cavaliers with his vice general, Jolin Dada, and charged down the mountain from two wings. The soldiers charged forward while howling under the lead of the general who took the lead. Their eyes were all bloodshot.
Xu Tai smiled coldly. When the Mongolian cavaliers took a roundabout route and drew closer, he did not even need to use his poison cannons to fire accurately. He only needed to turn around slightly, and a large wave of iron nails and lead pellets shot out swiftly. All the Mongolian cavaliers' attempts to hide themselves in the ground and use iron shields to protect themselves were completely useless. A large group of people and horses fell to the ground.
The vice general, Jolin Dada, died on the spot in this charge. Bodarmo was blinded in one eye and there was a large gash at the corner of his mouth, revealing his white teeth. He still led the remaining soldiers in a desperate charge.
More than a hundred soldiers in the Ming camp also died under the arrows of the Mongolian cavaliers. There was no time to reload. The twenty spare cannons once again roared and shot out tongues of fire. The remaining Mongolian soldiers in the smoke only had time to shoot two arrows before they fell off their horses.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yi Kenong gathered three thousand elite cavalry and charged forward from the left, center, and right. Boyan's heart was bleeding. These were all his direct subordinates, but at this time, he could no longer hide anything. No matter how great the price he had to pay, he had to take Mount Baideng.
This time, he gathered a large number of elite soldiers to raid the border. One reason was to avenge his son, but the more important reason was that the Ming Emperor had just passed away and the new Emperor was only a sixteen-year-old youth. The ruler was young and the country was in doubt. This was supposed to be the best opportunity. But no matter what, he did not expect this young Emperor to be even more warlike than the Hongzhi Emperor.
Not only did he quickly gather a large number of soldiers to raid the border, but the generals he sent were also brave and intelligent. The Tatar army could not leave and used up all their supplies. What was even more unexpected was that the Ming army, who had always only defended and never attacked, and after the battle of the wooden fortress, saw the desert as a dangerous path, took the risk to send out a surprise army to sweep through the deserted desert.
As the three hundred personal guards who were under house arrest in Manduhai were all annihilated, he still did not know that the prestigious Manduhai Empress had fallen into the hands of Ming Destiny. But before he sent out his troops, he secretly placed scouts to monitor the movements of the various tribes. The news of the tribes being attacked, their cattle and sheep being killed, and their herds being burned had been quietly delivered. This news was tantamount to adding insult to injury for Boyan who had just been defeated.
He had just unified the desert with his tyrannical military force. Once he suffered such a heavy setback, the ambitious tribes would definitely become restless. The situation that had just been unified would definitely fall apart again. The only way out was to kill the Ming Emperor. A major military victory could divert all the problems on the grasslands and allow his personal prestige to reach an unprecedented peak. All the censure and accusations would disappear like smoke because of this great achievement.
The Maitreya sect's initiative to cooperate provided him with an opportunity. So Boyan, who had nowhere else to go, blocked this water breath and prepared to stake it all on one throw. Who would have thought that he would descend from the sky and launch a surprise attack? In the past, he could defeat the Ming army of five hundred thousand with only fifty thousand men and capture the Ming Emperor. He was the descendant of the brave Genghis Khan. Could it be that with nearly fifty thousand men and horses, he could not kill Zhengde who only had ten thousand guards?
As long as he could kill Zhengde, no one in the Ming court would be able to command the world. The trusted ministers of Zhengde who were in power and the officials who had lost power would definitely fight fiercely against each other. The princes would also fight for heirs. Even if he could not take down Datong and could not take the opportunity to get a share of the spoils, he could still calmly return to the desert and recuperate.
As for Yang Yiqing's army of nearly one hundred thousand, he did not care at all. Yang Yiqing's troops were stationed at the various passes, guard posts, and castles. Although the total number of troops exceeded his, the number of troops that could quickly gather near Datong could not exceed his. Moreover, with the Emperor Ming Destiny here, the Ming army would not have time to leisurely make arrangements. All the troops would definitely rush to rescue the Emperor at all costs, and the passes at the Great Wall would be full of openings.
Therefore, as long as he could kill Zhengde before Yang Yiqing could gather his troops, he could use the advantage of the cavalry's speed to jump out of the Ming army's encirclement and escape. All he needed now was time, because he only had one chance to fight. Right now, even if he had to use his flesh and blood to make the journey, he would not hesitate.
Qiu Kenong's army rushed up, the hastily loaded cannons left a ground full of corpses in the earthquake. Under Boyan's strict orders, the Tatars charged wave after wave. Xu Tai immediately ordered the troops to go up the mountain. Under the cover of the shieldbearers and gunners, the soldiers began to move up the mountain. The cannoneers buried long fuses in the ammunition and the last batch left the position.
The Tatars surged up the mountain like wolves and tigers. The vanguard had just ridden their horses up the mountainside when the explosives at the foot of the mountain went off. Severed limbs and blood rained down. A huge horse's head flew halfway up the mountain and landed with a thud on the ground. The two huge horse eyes sent chills down one's spine.
Thousand-man Commander Wujimuqin reined in his horse and looked back. There was a gap of about ten feet in the charging formation. He still had more than three hundred men with him. As long as they could reach the top of the mountain and occupy the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the follow-up troops would be able to keep going up the mountain. He roared in Mongolian, "Kill them, slaughter the Han like cattle and sheep!"
The roar had just sounded when the cavalry at the front had already fallen off their horses. The hillside was covered with pits for horses and buried with caltrops. The path in the middle was originally paved with wooden planks but now it had been removed. Even though the speed of charging up the slope had slowed, the horses' hooves suddenly stepped into the pits and broke their legs. The horses that were injured by the caltrops were also restless and could not be controlled.
At this moment, a group of Ming soldiers in bright armor appeared at the top of the hill. Wujimuqin saw the row of winged spears on their backs and could not help sucking in a breath of cold air. He immediately called out, "Dismount, use the horses as shields!"
It was too late. Hundreds of Ming soldiers looked down from above. The three feet long javelins drew beautiful arcs and flowed down. The powerful javelins could even pierce through a horse's head. They pierced into human bodies without any hindrance. With a muffled 'pu pu' sound, fresh human lives turned into cold corpses in an instant.
Aletai led his army and charged up. He only received one order, no matter the cost, they must seize the top of the hill as soon as possible, even if the whole army was lost. The Ming army's counterattack was also fierce and cruel. They also had no way out. If the Tartars charged up the hill, only death awaited them.
Yang Ling's gunners and Mahalu's Duoyan archers formed a perfect combination. 'Bang, bang, bang', the gunners immediately retreated to reload. The Duoyan archers and the Tartars who had reached the hillside fired at each other with the same skill. Arrows flew like rain. Some soldiers were shot like sieves by the gunners, while others were shot like hedgehogs by the crossbow bolts. Both sides used the hillside as their base. Corpses formed a wall and wails could be heard everywhere.
Yang Ling stood at the top of the hill. This place was steep and the Tartars could not attack from here. It was a good place to watch the battle. According to the situation of the Tartars who were attacking the hill from all sides, Yang Ling constantly issued orders. He deployed the gunners, archers and other long-range attackers, while the saber and shield soldiers, spear soldiers, rod soldiers and others were prepared for close combat.
The Tartars were like mad tigers, the Ming army did not retreat. Both sides were like two fierce beasts fighting for food, fighting like a saw saw, falling into a frenzy. More and more corpses were on the ground. Shouts and roars could be heard from far away.
Mahalu looked around with a serious expression and said doubtfully, "Mr Yang, Bayan does not care about casualties, his attack is very urgent. The Khan of Heaven and the various chiefs are all on the hill. This is too dangerous. Why haven't the ambushers appeared?"
Yang Ling laughed and said, "General Mahalu need not worry. You see, although Bayan's men are crazy, they are unable to take a step forward. He did not expect that we have twenty thousand elite soldiers on the hill. It will not be a problem to hold the fort.
The surroundings are clear at a glance. If the ambushers get close, they will be discovered by Bayan long ago. For our main army to rush over, it will still take some time. By that time, Bayan's men will be exhausted. Our men will be like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves. There will be nowhere for him to escape! "
Hearing this, Mahalu was slightly relieved. He saw that on the left side of the hill, Bayan's men were attacking very urgently. Both sides were already engaged in close combat halfway up the hill. In the midst of the crowd, the roars were like thunder. With each roar, saber light flashed, spear shadows whizzed. From time to time, someone would be stabbed or hacked to death. In the blink of an eye, the hill had become a slaughterhouse. The archers on the hill were still shooting arrows at the Tartars behind them.
Mahalu could not keep his cool and said, "I will go over there to take a look. Before the reinforcements arrive, we must not let them go up the hill."
Yin Qi was worried and had followed him out of the tent. She was only an imperial bodyguard. In addition, the Three Duoyan Guards were fighting side by side with the Ming army. So Wu Hanchao could not stop her and allowed her to follow.
Yin Qi stood to one side, her charming eyes carefully observing Yang Ling's expression. Suddenly she asked, "I heard that the farther a Ming general is from the Emperor, the more likely he is to win a battle. The more he stays by the Emperor's side, the more he is afraid of everything.
The Tatar cavalry comes and goes like the wind. It will be very difficult for you to catch his shadow. Right now, you are using the Emperor as bait to attract his army over and then surround him from the outside. It sounds like an excellent plan. But if the reinforcements do not arrive soon, you will be eaten by the enemy. Now you have implicated us and we will also be eaten by the enemy. "
How could Yang Ling not be nervous? Originally, they had agreed that if there was danger, they would light the signal and Datong would send reinforcements. Now that the Datong Zongbing had received the news and sent Xu Tai to protect the Emperor, there was no reason for there to be no reinforcements, unless Datong City was also under attack.
If that was the case, they could only pin their hopes on Yang Yiqing's troops. But Yang Yiqing's troops and cavalry guarding the border were few. Even if he rushed over with all his strength, it would still take another two hours. By that time, he would be at the end of his strength and it was hard to predict how much combat power he would have left.
Yang Ling was afraid that he would say too much and did not dare to answer her second question. Instead, he deliberately smiled and said, "Miss's comment that the farther a general is from the Emperor, the more likely he is to win a battle. What do you mean by that?"
Yin Qi's beautiful large eyes stared at him suspiciously. "Because you do not seem to be obedient to the Emperor. On the contrary … it seems that the Emperor does not have any ideas and everything is being directed by you. Did you really discuss to lure Boyan here? Did you fall into Boyan's trap? "
Yang Ling's heart jumped. He forced a smile and said, "Miss, why do you say that?"
Yin Qi's small mouth twitched. "You Ming people treasure the Emperor so much that you would take such a big risk? The more I think about it, the more I feel that something is wrong. Look, the attack at the foot of the mountain is so urgent. You used the opportunity of the alliance meeting to lure Boyan here, but now it is on the verge of collapse … "
As she spoke, she walked to the edge of the cliff and bent over to look at the situation at the foot of the mountain.
Hearing this, Yang Ling's killing intent suddenly rose. The three Duoyan guards were famous for being fence-sitters. Once they learned the truth, it was hard to say whether they would continue with the mistake or change sides at the last minute. This girl had always been by Hua Dang's side, so she must be one of his most trusted people. If he let her go back and talk nonsense, the tens of thousands of lives on the mountain would be in danger of being buried in her hands. Even Ming Destiny's country and all his family …
Beside them were his own bodyguards. The situation was very tense, so no one was paying attention to this place. All he needed to do was to push …
Yang Ling's mind was in a state of turmoil. With one hand in the air, he could not make up his mind to kill. At this moment, Yin Qi had already turned around. When she saw the look in Yang Ling's eyes, she suddenly took a step to the side and grabbed the curved sword at her waist. She scolded, "Am I right? You want to kill me? "
Yang Ling was startled and forced a smile. "Miss, why do you say that? Why would I want to kill you for no reason? "
That pair of beautiful big eyes made Yang Ling's face heat up. For the first time in his life, he wanted to kill an innocent person. Although it was for more lives, wasn't it also using the three Duoyan guards? A sense of shame rose in his heart.
Yin Qi coldly snorted. "Because you are afraid that we will go back on our words and change sides at the last minute. General Yang, don't look down on us so much. Although my father sometimes sided with Bayan, it was for the survival of the entire tribe. "
She shook her head and sighed. "Don't worry. Now that I have boarded your pirate ship, I can only bite the bullet and follow you. The price of changing sides at this time is too great. Even if my father is suspicious, I will help you cover it up. But … I hope that your army can really arrive in time. Otherwise, you will harm our tribe."
Yang Ling was ashamed. He suddenly shouted, "Guards!"
Yin Qi's body shook. With a swoosh, she unsheathed her curved sword and pointed it at Yang Ling's throat. Hearing the sound, the guards who rushed to the front immediately pointed their swords at Yin Qi.
Yang Ling frankly said, "In the past, the three Duoyan guards were wavering between Ming Destiny and the Tartars, so I was worried. But Miss is right. In front of the enemy, we should trust each other and work together to overcome the difficulties. If we still doubt each other, then we can only die together. "
Yin Qi stared at him for half a day. Suddenly she flipped her wrist and sheathed her scimitar. With a faint smile she said, "You Han people are really cunning. Your words are pleasant to hear, but in the end you are just telling me that if you all die, we won't be able to live either.
Humph! Let me tell you, Bayan has proposed to my father. As long as I agree to marry Bayan and the three Duoyan guards surrender to the Tartars, we will still have a chance to live. So we will try our best to help you. But if your men do not arrive in time, if all the tribal leaders are killed, our people will be swallowed up and reduced to slaves.
So when this mountain is breached, between the destruction of the whole tribe and surrender to the Tartars, we will definitely choose the latter. I am also willing to sacrifice myself for the tribe! "
She said it very calmly. Her eyes were as pure as spring water. Using one's chastity to exchange for the survival of the tribe, this kind of chastity is as great as the heavens for Han women. Even if they were to do it, they would be ashamed to say it, but she said it in a very sacred way.
Yang Ling thought for a moment and said with a solemn expression, "Fine! Let's make a gentleman's agreement. This mountain can be defended and we will do our best to defend it. When the mountain is breached, I will die for my country. The actions of the nobles are up to you! "
Yin Qi stared at him for a while and also nodded solemnly.
Yang Ling turned around and said to the guards, "Go, light up the fire signal and report to all the nearby passes!"
* * *
The vanguard of the Tartars' assault was like an axe chisel. Their momentum was like the tide and unstoppable. They charged and killed the Ming army on the hillsides. The advantage of the Tartars' horses could not be used, but they had the advantage in numbers. Each of them was fierce. The Ming army had the high ground and had the geographical advantage. Each of them risked their lives and vowed not to retreat.
Spears and arrows rained down. White blades flew across the sky. Tens of thousands of people shouted with no thought of life and death. The entire battlefield was boiling. But when the Tartars reached the middle of the mountain, they had to use endless blood and corpses to advance another half step. Looking at the situation, they would not be able to attack the mountain in two hours. By that time, the Ming reinforcements should have arrived.
"Woo!" The arrows arrived first. By the time the whistling sound reached the ears, a wolf fang arrow had already pierced the chest of a Ming soldier like lightning. The arrowhead came out through the back, bringing with it a large spray of blood. The force was incomparably fierce.
The Tartars who shot the sneak arrow had just nocked the second arrow when his head was blasted by a gun. Xu Tai and Liu Dachui, one holding a spear, the other holding a staff, guarded the front of the mountain. Their weapons carried the faint sound of wind and thunder, like a poisonous dragon, stabbing, stabbing, sweeping, swinging … there were swift and fierce Tartars soldiers constantly falling beside them. The two of them controlled an area of fifteen, sixteen steps horizontally. No one could advance. This kind of prestige encouraged the soldiers around them. The sabermen abandoned their shields and gripped their sabers with both hands to fight the Tartars.
This was a hard battle. The final outcome depended on the strength of both sides' military strength and morale. It had little to do with whether the deployment of troops was reasonable, the level of teamwork, the completeness of all kinds of military equipment, and the use of strategy. Up until now, the side defending the mountain still had the advantage.
On the hillside, the dead were piled up like a mountain. Severed limbs were scattered everywhere, fresh blood stained the ground. The pungent smell of blood aroused the murderous intent in the soldiers' chest. Bows, sabers, shields, and guns were used simultaneously. Sabers hacked and arrows shot, like breaking waves, they did not care about the blood staining their armor. Everyone seemed to have gone mad, they did not stop brandishing their weapons, forgetting about life and death, forgetting about fear.
At the foot of the mountain, Boyan spurred his horse to gallop back and forth, encouraging the soldiers to advance bravely. Every moment that passed, his hope of success was a fraction smaller; how could he not be extremely anxious?
At this time, a Tartars general ran over panting and said, "Great Khan, we have installed forty cannons, are we going to use them to attack the mountain?"
As soon as Boyan heard this, he was greatly delighted. He immediately reined in his horse and said, "Quick, transport them to the front of the mountain immediately, use the cannons to attack the mountain. Continue to equip them at the back. Use all one hundred and twenty cannons, I want to see where Zhengde can escape to, ha ha ha ha …"
A series of bugles sounded, the Tartars attacking the mountain one by one retreated down the mountain. The soldiers on the mountain were startled, "The Tartars are retreating? Are they going to abandon the attack and escape? "
But then they saw that the Tartars were pushing dozens of tall wooden carriages down the mountain. Behind each wooden carriage were hundreds of Tartars, holding long ropes in their hands. What is this? The soldiers from the capital were baffled, but Xu Tai's men and the Duoyan Guards' men cried out in alarm one after another.
"Return cannons, they have brought back return cannons!"
Xu Tai sternly shouted, "What are you afraid of? This place is all flat land, where did they get the huge stones to throw at the mountain? "When the soldiers heard this, they calmed down a little.
The 'return cannon' used a large wooden frame, the joints were connected by metal parts. On the gun frame, there was a rotating shaft. A long pole fixed on the shaft acted as the tip of the cannon. In fact, it was a kind of catapult, used to throw stone projectiles. There were hundreds of ropes tied to the shaft, each pulled by two people, and the range could reach several hundred steps.
When the Mongols attacked Xiangyang, they used the return cannons to throw huge stones. A volley of fire destroyed the walls of Xiangyang, which lasted for three years before the dust settled. Similar catapults had appeared in the Central Plains as early as the Spring and Autumn Period. This type of return cannon was simple to install. In the Northern Song Dynasty, when the Jin army attacked Bianliang, they installed more than five thousand cannons in one night. Who would have thought that in order to succeed, Boyan would transport a large number of weapons on horseback and assemble them at the foot of the mountain.
However, the huge stones used could not be used locally. No matter how powerful the Mongolian horses were, they could not carry huge stones weighing hundreds of jin for a surprise attack. What were they going to use to attack the mountain?
The 'return cannon' stopped at the foot of the mountain. At this distance, the arrows were like arrows at the end of their flight and could not cause any harm to them. The soldiers on the mountain could only hold their weapons and wait quietly.
The corner of Boyan's mouth revealed a trace of a sinister smile. He did not expect that the number of troops on the mountain and the information was wrong. It seemed to be more than twice as many, causing the attack to be thwarted. But with this sharp weapon, how long could the Ming army, who only had simple mountain defense equipment, hold out?
Although the main purpose of the catapult was to throw huge stones to destroy the city walls and crush the soldiers to death, during the Mongolian army's western expedition, during the Battle of Warsaw, they suddenly came up with a brilliant plan. They used the return cannon to launch a large number of poisonous smoke balls, filling the entire city with arsenic and wolfsbane smoke.
When the Mongolian army attacked Constantinople, the plague spread among the army. The Mongolian army simply used the cannons to throw the bodies of the soldiers who died of the disease into the city, causing the plague to spread. It was said that the infected merchants in the city escaped by ship and brought the Asian plague to Europe, causing the 'Black Death' that turned Europeans pale at the mention of it, killing one-third of the population of Europe at that time.
After the division of Northern Yuan, the purpose of the rebel cavalry to attack the borders was mostly to plunder. Other than the year before, when they used the 'return cannon' to throw huge stones, they rarely used it again. That was why even Xu Tai did not think of other uses for it.
The 'return cannon' at the foot of the mountain was properly set up. A huge burning ball flew straight to the peak of the mountain and landed with a bang. A thick, choking smoke immediately spread out. It was unknown what had been stuffed inside, but the broken pieces of the ball were still burning and gave off a pungent and choking smell.
At the foot of the mountain, one after another, smoke balls were thrown up the mountain like shooting stars.
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