If anything else, Xu Jie is definitely not the most outstanding among the new army, but when it comes to grenades, no one in the new army is more familiar with him.

The amount of medicine in the grenade is a little more or less, he can measure it with just a little weighing it. Not only that, as long as he is within his throwing range, just visually, he can detect how much damage it is.

This is achieved through years of training, which took countless grenades to train. At least in this world, no one knows better than this opponent of Team Officer Xu.

How much wind direction, how many people the other party is, and what form is it scattered? In just a moment, when there was a large enough area of ​​damage in his mind and trying his best not to affect others' throwing points, he opened the safety of the grenade without hesitation. The geometry of the force and direction in his hand, and whether the wind direction is shifted when throwing, the "power" in the throwing circle quickly had a concept. Then, the grenade with thick smoke came out of his hand quickly.

Nearly a hundred Tatars flocked to the top, and the prince's life was crucial. At present, they raised their long swords one by one, and the sword flashed in an instant, shaking their eyes. They looked angry and roared together with murderous intent.

"kill……"

But at this moment, a loud bang came to the center of their team. The huge noise made them a little confused.

Boom.

Countless thick smoke rose, huge noises accompanied by lightning, and this... was obviously not a real weapon to kill people. The gunpowder in the grenade expanded wildly and finally tore the grenade open. So, countless steel beads hidden in the grenade shot out, and hundreds of steel beads and shrapnel hit everyone nearby in an instant.

"ah……"

The people who were hit made terrified and painful sounds, and in an instant, the whole world was filled with the panic sounds of Mongolians.

The smoke of gunpowder is spreading, and the sound of pain continues in people, heaven and earth.

Even the brave Mongolians at this moment were scared at this time. People always feared unknown things. Although they had seen the firearms of the Ming Dynasty, and even the Dayuan Dynasty, there were special firearm troops, this did not mean that they could accept this sudden explosion and chaos.

In just this short moment, dozens of people were immediately beaten into blood, and the rest were all shocked. In just a short moment, most of the seventy or eighty Tatars were killed or injured, and even many of the nearby Duoyan people, although they were far away, were injured by the splattered shrapnel and balls.

He was even more shocked by the power of the explosives.

This place is like hell on earth. Xu Jie looked at his masterpiece, then at the shocked and stunned Duoyan people and the Tatars rolling on the ground wailing. He remembered Ye Chunqiu's order - killing them without any reluctance.

So he pulled out the gentleman's sword at his waist without hesitation. The new army of Zhenguo Mansion always had a process of combat, but whether it was a grenade or other weapon, it was essentially just to disrupt your rhythm. Once the other party was in a mess, it would be when you were in a hurry to kill you. He shouted: "Kill!"

When Xu Jie threw the grenade, the students were ready for battle, and gentleman swords came out one after another.

This swordsmanship practice only takes half an hour a day, but after all, other exercises are physical training, so Xu Jie takes the lead, and the rest of them flock to the top.

Each of them rushed into the wailing Tatar formation in the form of a group, raised his sword and fell. The undead man was kicked to the ground and added a sword.

The less injured person wanted to struggle to die, but was alone. While coughing desperately, he wanted to retreat, but he was caught up with him. Several gentleman swords were stabbed out together.

In just a moment, a group of people who were struggling and struggling all fell to the ground, standing on the ground in a row, motionless and silent.

All of this was just a flash of moments, and in a flash, the people who were still full of energy and screaming and thrusting with long swords were now fish on the chopping board and were slaughtered. It was only in this moment that seventy or eighty people were still jumping around and immediately turned into countless broken corpses.

All this happened so quickly that it was not allowed to be reacted.

When he came to his senses, most of his tribe members were stunned when they saw that they looked shocked. Obviously, even they could not have imagined that the Han army had advanced rapidly, and whether they were fighting alone or fighting in a row, they all broke through the sky.

They fought in a completely unimaginable way. This situation was quite like the later generations who had just beaten up a Nanyang young man and thought his army could still withstand China. As a result, the Citimen fought in the Gulf War, and then followed the trinity friction of a certain country on the ground. Various new tactics of fighting tactics were used to make people feel confused.

Huadang's heart sank. He suddenly realized something, his face turned pale and died, trying his best to restrain the fear in his heart, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Stop."

Yes, you must stop. The Tatars are their guests. How could they, as the master, see their VIPs being pressed on the ground and rubbed to death?

Then if his plan fails, I'm afraid...

But it's too late.

Huo Silk watched his tribe members being slaughtered in surprise. When he felt that he was scared, Ye Chunqiu was already approaching.

This Han boy was filled with murderous aura at this moment. His clear eyes were filled with a bit of cruelty. The fire sieve subconsciously pushed his sword and wanted to fight, but the long sword was already pierced like lightning. The man and sword were united, like an invincible crossbow arrow.

Hissing……………………………………

The Boru Sword has arrived and a sword pierces into the throat of the fire sieve.

The fire sieve suddenly stopped moving. He looked at Ye Chunqiu in front of him with an incredible gaze. It was obviously unimaginable why the situation was originally a great one, but it turned around in an instant.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but once he opened his mouth, it was bright red blood that gushed out of his mouth, his nostrils, and his ears.

His whole body began to tremble violently. When Ye Chunqiu harvested his sword, the blood spurted out blood like a disheveled head. He uh ah a few strange screams. The knife in his hand fell to the ground. Ye Chunqiu walked to him and said with a smile: "Your father is just sweating, let alone you."

This must be the last sentence that Huo Silk can hear in this life. He looked at Ye Chunqiu with resentment with his eyes. Then, his pupils gradually dissipated, and his whole body was like a pool of mud, and finally fell into a pool of blood. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!