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The horn in the guard's hand immediately blew the signal to attack with all his might. The dull and powerful sound of the horn immediately resounded throughout the battalion, and the soldiers who had been frightened awakened one after another, and although they were still terrified in their hearts, they also went about their own business.

The ten cannons of the firearms battalion had just been put into position, and the base had not yet been fixed, and it had not been loaded with gunpowder and stone balls.

The spear in Zhang Wuji's hand was shaped like a poisonous dragon drill, and it suddenly bombarded the wooden fence of the Mongolian camp, and a cannon spiraled out, blowing up a gap of two meters, and the Mongolian soldiers on top were blown away by this wave of air.

Zhang Wuji's figure rushed into the Mongolian camp, and immediately like a tiger entering the flock, invincible, the spear pointed out, only death and no cripple, as long as the strength is added, the internal organs will be cracked, and there is no possibility of survival.

The Mingjiao heroes were excited, and Yin Tianzheng said: "Good grandson, I really let my grandfather see it." ”

Wei Yi smiled and muttered: "Martial arts can be practiced to such a level, in vain, as the Ming Sect Protector King, I am really a frog at the bottom of a well." ”

Zhou Dian said frantically: "It's enjoyable, it's enjoyable, you want it." ”

Tieguandao said: "Sanqing is above, gods." ”

said that his eyes were shining, and he said: "The great cause can be accomplished, and the great cause can be accomplished." ”

Peng Yingyu's eyes were filled with tears, and she said, "The people are blessed, blessed." ”

Hou Cheng and the others looked at the invincible posture of the sect leader, and deeply blamed themselves, they were originally the sect leader's personal guards, but because of their low ability, they couldn't follow the sect leader to rush into battle together, and everyone planted a heart of martial arts cultivation in their hearts.

Yin Tianzheng laughed and said, "Sect Leader Shenwei, brothers of the Holy Sect, rush, kill the Tartars." Taking the lead and rushing downward, Wei Bat King, Peng Yingyu, Zhou Dian, Tieguan Daoren, Hou Cheng and others carried light skills, holding huge shields and rushing towards the Mongolian camp under the mountain.

Zhuang Zheng shouted: "The sect leader said that those who kill 100 Tartars will be freed immediately, as evidenced by their right ear." Even if you die on the battlefield, you are not ashamed, and when you see your ancestors in the underworld, you can confidently tell them that you have killed the Tartars who harmed your ancestors and avenged them. ”

The captives were already shocked by Zhang Wuji's invincible posture of bravely charging into battle, and they couldn't help but think that the Mongols were not so terrible, and they could also kill Zhang Wuji, as well as the long-awaited freedom. was originally a free hero on the rivers and lakes, but suddenly became a slave of Mingjiao in order to survive, and only then did he understand how precious freedom is.

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Zhuang Zheng tightened the mace in his hand and shouted loudly: "Sect Leader Shenwei, God bless the Holy Sect." Brothers, rush me. With that, he took the lead and rushed down the mountain.

Yang Xiao and Leng Qian were dumbfounded halfway up the mountain, and the sect leader gave them a new interpretation of the word martial arts. Yang Xiao and Leng Qian glanced at each other, and Yang Xiao said: "Leng Qian, let's move down the mountain, this battle will be won, we can't eat the meat, we have to drink a sip of soup." ”

Leng Qian's eyes were excited, and he said, "You must drink it." "It's very rare to say three more words.

Yang Xiao and the others led the four gates of heaven and earth, wind and thunder, and immediately moved towards the mountain gate.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Wuji broke into the Mongolian camp, and fought at the entrance for a while, without any enemy, the Mongolian soldiers fell down one after another like harvested wheat, and their consciousness was swept away, and when they found that the Eagle King and others had rushed up, they immediately turned around and rushed straight towards Mandu Latu, and the firearms battalion was also in this direction, so they couldn't give them a chance to light the fire.

Mandu Latu gathered two thousand troops in front of him, and the distance was too close at this time to meet the enemy with bows and arrows, so he could only respond with scimitars, and Mandu Latu shouted: "Give me it, boil him to death, and the team of warlords will come forward to listen to the order, but if the enemy is not the first, there will be no forgiveness." ”

Mr. Zhao was sweating profusely, Zhang Wuji's toughness was really rare, and the two elders of Xuan Ming and Kutoutuo under the county lord's account were also considered strongmen, but compared to him, they were completely scumbags, this information was too important, and it had to be reported to the prince and the county lord. Hurriedly said: "General, you can't do anything, withdraw quickly." ”

Mandu Ratu said angrily: "Disturb the hearts of our army, and you should be beheaded." As soon as he pulled out the waist knife, he slashed at Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhao's frightened body was short, and he rolled to the ground, he was just a literati who knew how to point three-legged cat kung fu, and he used his brain to survive, this Mongolian general was not something he could deal with, and shouted anxiously: "I am the county lord's person, and what happens here must be reported to the county lord." ”

The second knife cut out by Mandu Ratu stopped between his neck, his eyes breathed fire, and said, "You Han people are all cowards, get out." ”

Mr. Zhao trembled and said: "I can't go alone, give me a guard, you should know the seriousness of this matter." ”

Mandu Ratu turned his face away, he didn't want to look at this man again, he was afraid that he couldn't help but slash him. He ordered the guard: "Give him ten men and escort him away." ”

The guards obeyed the order and looked at Mr. Zhao with disdain, Mr. Zhao dodged, hurriedly turned around and left, and ran to the back camp.

Zhang Wuji pointed a spear at the east and west, using the Xingyi stabbing technique, stabbing, sliding, stabbing, and stabbing indiscriminately, the strength of the five elements on the gun is uncertain, with the cultivation of the master of the transformation realm, killing these Mongolian soldiers is not much different from slaughtering pigs and dogs, and the key is still in the loss of a mind.

Mandu Ratu's idea was to exhaust him with human life, and when he was physically and mentally exhausted, that is, when he died, they all said that Ci would not be in charge of the army, and this kind of relying on the accumulation of flesh and blood of soldiers in exchange for victory could not be done by ordinary people.

But what he never expected was that since Zhang Wuji was determined to fight for the world, he no longer took human life seriously in his heart, including his own life. And because of the accidental addition of Zhang Gong's soul memory, his spiritual strength is probably the strongest in the world, and the perseverance of his heart is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Zhang Wuji was like a tireless killing machine without the slightest merciful thought, constantly dying out the organic life of the Mongolian soldiers, Yin Tianzheng and the others soon rushed into the camp, several people grouped in an orderly manner, and moved closer to the sect leader, and the clumsy shield was thrown aside by them.

Yin Tianzheng was holding a long sword, a hand of the Heavenly Eagle swordsmanship, extremely agile and tricky, specifically pointing to the vital point of the neck, the cold light flashed, and the blood of the carotid artery of the person in the sword spurted out, and they fell to the ground one after another.

Wei Yixiao's hands were carrying a pair of wolf claw fists, the blade was about a foot long, and it looked black and inconspicuous, and in a flash, the armor on the Mongolian soldier's body was instantly sliced open, disemboweled, and died a miserable death.