Bright Sword: Stop pretending, I am the most powerful warlord

"Mr. Mito, we have driven the Chinese cavalry into the valley, and the rest just need to kill them all!"

Shangkou looked excitedly at the other three devils.

Now they seem to have a chance to win, and Sun Desheng and others who were forced into the valley are just a piece of meat on their chopping board.

"The Chinese people are just stupid. They are in a panic and have sent themselves to a dead end!"

Mito snorted coldly: "Tell the soldiers of the empire to block the entrance of the valley, rush in, and annihilate this group of cavalry."

"Hai!" All the devils responded, then speeded up and rushed straight into the valley.

On the other side, a cavalryman on horseback turned his head and glanced behind him, then looked at Sun Desheng.

"Captain Sun, the little devil has almost reached the mouth of the valley, should we slow down and wait for them?"

"Wait no more!" The corner of Sun Desheng's mouth curled up: "I didn't expect these little devils to be so fast."

"Everyone, speed up, get rid of the little devil, and go to the artillery position to meet up!"

"Yes!" Everyone responded in unison, and at the same time accelerated, rushing towards a slope leading to the top of the valley.

At this time, Yang Zhihua above the valley had already been waiting for a long time.

Seeing Sun Desheng get off his horse, he immediately greeted him with a smile.

"Captain Sun, you have worked hard!"

Sun Desheng touched the war horse with some distress: "We are actually alright, the main hard work is these war horses."

"Fortunately, the task is completed. It is estimated that in about 10 minutes, all the devils will arrive at the shelling site, and I will leave the rest to you."

Yang Zhihua nodded: "This is no problem, the shells are enough."

"It's just a little devil, let him come and go!"

Sun Desheng nodded without saying a word, just silently glanced in the direction of the devil, then took Mito down on his own, and took a rest.

At the same time, a group of devils found that the target was lost when they chased 500 meters away from the mountain pass.

"Mito-kun, the Chinese cavalry seems to be missing!"

"Nani?" Mito was taken aback, and quickly raised his binoculars to look forward.

There were no figures, only the dust raised by the passing horses.

At this moment, Mito became anxious: "Damn the Chinese people, they must be trying to use the terrain in the valley to get rid of us."

"Quick! Everyone, speed up, don't let them run away!"

As soon as Mito's order was given, the devils following them sped up again.

Although these ghost soldiers were very tired, they all became excited when they thought that they could wipe out the Chinese cavalry in a short while, and rushed towards the valley recklessly.

It can be said that the current devils are completely in a state where they stop thinking and only know how to run wildly.

The entrance of the valley is a structure with a narrow outside and a wide inside. Although the entrance is small, the interior space is large and irregular.

Even tens of thousands of troops can be fully deployed inside, but the problem is that there is no shelter inside, only a dozen dead trees in front of them as cover.

A dead tree may be able to block bullets, but it will definitely not be able to stop the bombardment of shells.

The devil's team ran all the way, and soon rushed into the valley.

"What's going on? Stop!"

Looking at the surrounding terrain, Mito sensed that something was wrong, and quickly looked around.

"It's not good, it's a trick, get out!"

However, his reaction was still a step slow after all. Just as he finished speaking, there was a sharp and piercing whistling sound from the top of the valley.

Yang Zhihua's artillery positions are carefully set up, close to the top of the mountain but a little lower than the top of the mountain.

With the terrain as a cover and the light behind it, it is impossible to detect the entrance of the devils.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The shells whizzed across the air in arcs, and then slid down like a parabola, falling towards the center of the devil!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The cannonball exploded, and the flames scattered, and the entire valley instantly became a huge crematorium.

The huge high temperature burned all the dead trees in the valley in just a few seconds.

The stones that were blown into fragments instantly turned into "stray bullets" under the impetus of the air waves, rampaging in the valley.

Many devils had just rushed in, and were hit by these "stray bullets" before they could catch their breath.

But before they had time to scream, one after another shells fell again, blowing them to pieces.

In the entire valley, pieces of meat flew all over the place, and the remains of severed limbs were everywhere.

The blood just fell on the ground, but it was evaporated by the high temperature generated by the shell explosion in the next second.

The weather in northwest Shanxi is very cool, but the valley is scorching hot because of the high temperature emitted by the shells.

Countless devils completely panicked in such a temperature and environment, roaring and rushing towards the entrance one by one.

There is no way, only by rushing out now, they have the possibility of surviving.

However, the entrance is so big, there is no way for the panicked devils to evacuate quickly, so there is a crowded situation at the intersection.

As a result, only a few devils who responded quickly and were close to the entrance could barely squeeze out.

"Don't panic, don't panic, retreat in an orderly manner!"

"Mr. Shangkou, let your troops cover in the rear. As long as we leave here and pull the artillery over, we still have a chance to counterattack!"

While Mito roared, he kept dragging all the devil soldiers who stood in front of him towards his back.

Obviously, he told the other devils not to panic and stand apart, but he kept trying to squeeze out.

On the top of the mountain, Yang Zhihua stretched his neck and glanced into the valley, and couldn't help laughing.

"Captain Sun, come and have a look, the little devils are all piled up together like headless chickens."

Sun Desheng supported his legs and propped himself up: "Isn't that good? They're all in one place, and you can just blow them up."

"Hey! Don't kill them all, save some for me."

"On the way, his grandma was chased by a little devil. No matter what happens, I have to leave a few to vent my anger."

Yang Zhihua chuckled: "It's not something I can keep if I want, it depends on how smart these little devils are."

"In this way, I will bomb for another 5 minutes. After 5 minutes, how many devils can get out alive will be yours!"

"That's it!" Sun Desheng replied with a smile, and then got on his horse: "Brothers, let's go! Go and cut off the little devil's retreat."

"Yes!" Everyone roared excitedly, the horseshoes raised, and they circled back to the entrance of the valley from another road.

Shortly after Sun Desheng left, Yang Zhihua issued an order to adjust the muzzle.

The artillery shells bombarded the entrance of the valley again indiscriminately.

The artillery fire stopped, and the originally crowded entrance was instantly in chaos, only a few devils survived by chance.

Mito, who climbed out of the pile of corpses, glanced at the mountain with horror on his face, and then immediately looked towards the entrance.

"Retreat, retreat quickly, get out of here!"

After speaking, he was desperate, even if he tripped over the corpse, he staggered towards the entrance.

But in the next second, he was dumbfounded. At this time, Sun Desheng was already waiting for them at the entrance with a cavalry unit!