Although the scimitar of the hundred family slaves is not to talk about blowing hair and breaking hair, it can also be called extraordinary, I thought that this kind of thin line in front of me can be broken immediately with a knife, but I never thought that the black line actually tied his blade, and made a "click" sound under the force, but it was not allowed to enter. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info? Wen? n?? e?n`

He held an iron shield in his other hand, the arrows of the Song people kept hitting it, and he couldn't get empty at all, what was the thin line in front of him made of, it was not in his consideration, how to break it, so as not to block the way is the most important thing, in a hurry, he pulled the scimitar back, only to see a cluster of red sparks emerging from the blade, which is clearly a scene where gold and iron intersect.

Is this an iron wire? Baijianu was a little at a loss, the knife was also on it, before he could figure out what to do, his hand suddenly numb, so that he subconsciously wanted to get rid of the scimitar, the consciousness in his brain had not yet reached the nerve in his arm, and his body was suddenly paralyzed, the whole body lost control, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was open, his hands and feet began to tremble incessantly, followed by even his hair stood on end, like a zombie, and kept making a "ho-ho" sound.

"Put the total!"

The foot soldiers behind didn't understand what was happening, just thought that some kind of illness had attacked, and several people pounced on him at the same time, trying to help him block the arrows of the Song people, but as soon as their hands touched the iron armor of the hundred slaves, they shook involuntarily, and the same situation was also staged nearby, every foot soldier who was hit by the iron net was out of control like him, and slowly, the faces of these people began to turn black, their hair kept smoking, and their bodies were burning!

The Song army who was firing arrows was all stunned, and all the bows and arrows in their hands stopped, watching this scene, even Zheng Tong was no exception.

This situation is like a plague, spreading among the foot soldiers of the Yuan people, all those who want to go up and try to save their companions, as soon as they get on the body, they will become the same shape as them, their bodies are swinging, they can't shout a complete sentence in their mouths, and slowly their faces and bodies begin to turn black, until black smoke comes out, and what makes people's hearts palpitate is that a very familiar smell is blown away by the wind and falls into the nearby crowd, this smell is very familiar to the Mongols......

Barbecue!

"What are you doing? I don't know that God has the virtue of a good life, so I don't help them. ”

Liu Yu's voice came out at the right time, Zheng Tong collected his thoughts, and hurriedly issued a loud command, and the paused arrow rain was fired again, and those bodies that kept shaking fell down one after another, with a strange smile on their faces, I don't know if they can finally be freed.

Obviously, this is only the first wave of the enemy's attack, and they have basically destroyed these obstacles laid out by the Song army, and the next time it will not have such a good effect, due to the tight time, those barbed wire fences are not as solid as outside Jiankang City, just a thin one, and now the naked eye can see that there have been many collapses, and all the corpses pressed on it are the corpses of the enemy's foot soldiers.

It's too late to add, and they can't even clean it up a little, a long horn sounded outside the low wall, and before the sound stopped, a large black shadow appeared from the low wall, and they followed the practice of the previous wave of people, and they kept turning over, and everyone couldn't believe their eyes when they saw the situation in front of them, the so-called hell of Buddhism is nothing more than that.

"Rush over and avenge the boss!"

Yang Tingbi looked at the tall charred corpse in front of him, he couldn't imagine what kind of mood the marshal would be like when he knew, as soon as this person died, the way back for his people would be cut off, if there was no unsatisfactory result, he would never forgive the survivors, his eyes were red for a while, and he roared angrily, driving the foot soldiers forward.

Horror was terrible, but these foot soldiers were not frightened to turn and flee, because there was also a dead end behind them, and one of the sergeants who pounced on him stuck to the barbed wire, and immediately let out an irrepressible trembling. Yang Tingbi grabbed the guy who wanted to help, frowned and looked around, suddenly stretched out his foot, kicked the sergeant's back violently, and pressed him to the ground along with the barbed wire in front of him, and the foot soldiers behind him stepped on his body without hesitation, and rushed onto the street, as long as he was a few steps away, it was the formation of the Song army.

Liu Yu watched all this from the rooftop, except for those who were overwhelmed, and those who were cut with axes and knives regardless of their lives, although they were all electrocuted without exception, but the entire section of barbed wire had been broken, and the spears and shields in the front line of the Song army were all ready to meet the impact.

From the ladder behind the roof, the high-power generator in the house is still running, and the voltage pointer on the inverter is gradually decreasing, if it is lower than 100 volts, for the human body, it is a momentary tingling, and it cannot achieve the effect of malfunction, not to mention He Chong Now the two sides have been entangled together, and electricity is not divided between enemies and me.

"Close it up, carry it to the back of the dock, and you guys stay in that room, and if it's not right, put the people and these people on the boat, understand?"

"What about you?" Several of the spies who were operating were stunned for a moment, and they all raised their heads.

"I'll go to Commander Zheng, and with him to take care of it, it'll be fine."

There is no room for expression in Liu Yu's words, and this advice is only in the mind, he believes that these sergeants outside are no longer comparable to the ordinary Song army, since the enemy is also elite, then come, what about the field battle? After so many wars, everyone here is a pawn, good steel has to be sharpened to become a knife, is there a more suitable day than today.

When the two armies engage, the role of the crossbowmen will be greatly weakened, courage, strength, and experience are the only magic weapons to win, compared to the previous massacres, Zheng Tong prefers the feeling now, seeing the enemy rushing over, his heart is not only not afraid, but there is an indescribable excitement, the blood is active like boiling, and every cell in the body is beating.

"Where did the first army of Weiguo's left chamber come from?"

"Jiankang!" The echo of the armies even overshadowed the loudspeakers.

"We fought against the Tartars, and did we ever lose?"

"No!"

"Well said, Lao Tzu is standing here today, watching you, whether to let the Tartars rush over, or to beat them back." Zheng Tong's voice revealed an indescribable pride and confidence, and as soon as his words fell, the big speaker in his hand was snatched up.

"And the officer, brothers, take your knives and guns, beat them back, chase their butts, and stab them so hard that these dogs' dreams tremble with fear, Wei Guo left ......"

"Assault!" As soon as Liu Yu raised his hand, the wrestlers behind him picked up the mallet and beat the marching drum with a "dong dong".

In the midst of this rumbling drumming, all the sergeants in the front row stood up, Rulin's spears were flattened, and rushed forward with a chorus of shouts, and behind them, the archers who had lowered their bows and crossbows drew their sabers from their waists and followed them with them held high.

If you look at it from a high place, against the snow-white background, two currents, one red and one black, collide head-on, like a flowing ink painting.