150 meters outside the Golden State defense line, the last barricade ditch. A Kennu in leather armor is trying to push his shield cart. The shield cart escorted him from the military formation two miles away, and kept him all the way here, even if he was hit by a shell once, and did not fall apart.

The Jiannu let out a cry and pushed with all his might, but his feet slipped and fell to the ground. He screamed, slapped the shield wheels, and his eyes were already red. The car fell several times in front of the horse barriers, and the wheels were a little loose, and it actually skidded at this critical point. He grabbed the shield cart and got up, and subconsciously looked back. I saw that on the thousands of kilometers of road, there were countless destroyed shield carts, and I was afraid that there were only 200 of them at a glance. Tens of thousands of Bao Yi and Zhenyi were mixed and charged on the ground, relying on the cover of the shield cart that was already sitting on the ground, they crouched behind the shield cart to rest every 100 meters or so, finding the right way to destroy and then sprinting behind the next shield cart. This was repeated repeatedly, but not many people were killed by shells on the open ground.

"Akso, come here!" There was a shout not far away, and Na Jiannu turned his head to see that Big Brother Bolton from the same village was waving to him.

As soon as Akso gritted his teeth, he yelled at a few coats of the cart to let them follow him, and then propped his hands on the ground, and under the cover of the barricade, he exerted his strength like a wolf, and quickly crossed a distance of more than ten meters, hiding in the shadow of the shield cart where Bolton was.

As soon as he stopped rolling, Bolton threw him a shovel: "Go and dig a barrage, there's no time!" ”

Akso agreed, and before he had time to rest, he bounced up, raised his solid arms, and dug a two-meter-wide and one-meter-high barricade like a ploughing ox. Now they are very close to the earthen wall of the Aosong people, and the opponent's artillery is accurate as soon as it hits, and if they don't work quickly, they will die!

Soon, the coaters who had just run here were also caught up digging in the soil. They didn't have shovels, so they used their hands to dig the dirt to the sides, and they didn't dare to stop turning their nails up.

Axel kept his eyes fixed on the earthen wall in the distance as he dug into the earth. He had good eyesight, and if a cannon was aimed at him, he believed he would be the first to find it.

Fortunately, the few guns in his line of sight never turned their attention to their direction. The cannons on the earthen walls were pushed to turn by a few gunners, and the pitch-black muzzles flickered every few minutes, followed by thick white smoke. Whenever this happened, Akso's teeth tightened, his ears erected, and the muffled sound of a gun carriage being hit echoed in his head.

"Rush over!" Behind him, there was the roar of Big Brother Bolton, and Axol immediately dropped his shovel and ran backwards, grabbing the handrail of the shield cart and exerting himself together. The heavy shield cart slowly began to move, running over the dug horse barrier little by little.

In the wide trench behind the barrage, Akso and the others worked together to push the shield cart into the trench. The trench was a foot wide and only about seven feet deep, and the shield carts full of earth could be dumped quite a little higher than the ground.

At this moment, the entire trench has been broken through in many places, and the swarming Houjin soldiers are like scattered ants, and the solid bullets have a very bad effect on these scattered stragglers. Bolton, the leader, took the lead in jumping on the dirt bag on the shield cart, and with a sharp kick of his thick right leg, he dragged his body of more than 100 pounds across the trench. Akso did the same, holding the arquebus in his left hand and carrying it on his shoulder(Note 1), stepping on the dirt bag and preparing to jump over.

A flash of light flashed in the afterglow of his left eye, and Axol felt as if his heart was being pinched in his hand. The intense fear made him subconsciously change the direction of his beating, and his left leg fell towards the trench as soon as he went limp.

While still in the air, Aksol heard a "crackling" sound in his ears. A hot wind carrying loess came from behind and hit his back. He didn't have time to think about it, and as soon as he landed, he tried to hold his right hand against the wall, trying to stop himself from falling to the ground.

Feeling the pain of the flesh piercing the flesh of his left hand, Akso's face trembled, and he stayed in place for more than ten seconds before he recovered from the pain. He was hunched over at the moment, his body forming a semicircle, his left hand and both feet pierced by thistles sprinkled in the trench, and his right hand propped up on the slippery dirt of the wall, maintaining a fragile balance.

Akso gritted his teeth and withdrew his right hand, endured the aggravated pain of his left hand, quickly swept away the thistle on his chest, propped his right hand on the ground, slowly contracted his body, and finally barely stood up. After standing half-bent over, Axo felt a burning pain in his back. Warm blood flowed from the wound, soaking the clothes under the leather armor and sticking to the body very uncomfortably.

He reached out and touched his back, and there were parallel wounds, all cut open by the flying shotguns. If he hadn't jumped off the side at once, he would have been like the hapless coats—he saw the corpses of coats lying in the trench on the other side of the shield cart—sieveed by lead bullets.

The shield cart in front of him was covered with flying shotguns, and the bulging sack had already been broken, and the earth sprayed out of it, and the whole car was suddenly a lot shorter. He leaned against the flowing dirt, half-lying. Guns and cannons rang out on the right side of the trench, and the sound of killing on the left side of the trench shook the sky. Under the blue sky, which was divided by the two walls of the trench, a shield cart was pushed down from time to time, and then a dozen Houjin soldiers wielding broadswords and holding shields, or carrying arquebuses and bows and arrows, stepped on the shield carts and rushed over. For a moment, Akso seemed to be a ghost on the noisy battlefield, staying alone in the trench and enjoying a leisurely time.

He slowly took off his boots, the soles of which departed with blood-stained thistles. As soon as the thistle detached from its body, blood poured out of the wound. Akso flipped over his boots and took a look, the tip of this thistle terrestris was very rough, as if there was rust, and his foot was pierced with such a deep wound, it was estimated that there would be tetanus.

Akor wondered why he was still worried about tetanus. He was supposed to die of lead bullet before he could get tetanus.

Thinking of this, his heart slowly became gray. Running so far and fighting such a strong enemy, Akso really couldn't think of the reason. Isn't it good to fight with the Ming people? What good is it for such an iron-beaten turtle shell to be broken? He had heard of the sailors of the Ao-Song people, and when the Austral-Song people moved the grain and cloth to the ship and drove away, only an empty city was left here, and he risked his life to make a trip, and he didn't even take care of the wheat at home, if he couldn't grab something to go back, he might starve to death this winter!

A person suddenly fell down in front of him, to be precise, a person with only one breath left.

Axo leaned against the wall and leaned over to look. The man had been shot in the chest, and now his flesh was blurred, and it was obvious that he was out of breath.

He then shrank back again, carefully hiding himself under the wall. As soon as he sat down on the mound, he suddenly thought of something, and cautiously leaned over again, and took off the man's two boots, and put them carefully on his feet.

After doing all this, Axel tried to hide himself in the shadow of the shield cart, trying to avoid being spotted by the Houjin soldiers who jumped over the trench.

A few minutes later, another man tumbled and fell from above the trench. The difference is that the man adjusted his posture while still in the air and stepped on the ground with his toes, avoiding the fate of being pierced by the iron thistle. After landing in the trench, the man saw that Akso was also looking at him in a daze, and subconsciously said, "You are also hiding?" ”

Axol's lips moved, and he nodded silently. So the two of them shrank at the edge of the trench without saying a word, watching more and more and more dense Houjin soldiers cross the trench.

Soon, several shield carts fell into the trench, the nearest shield cart was less than three feet away from them. When a white armor who had crossed the trench saw them, he jumped out of the shield cart and stood in the trench and shouted, "What are you doing there!" Attack now! ”

Akso and the man both looked at the white armor with wide eyes, watching him walk with a ladder knife in one hand, and their eyes were full of murderous energy.

There was a muffled sound, like a stick breaking a winter melon. The white-armored headless corpse lay a few steps away from the two of them, bare necks, blood spurting out a foot away, even splashing on Axol's head. The two of them stared blankly at the corpse that was in a terrible state of death, and it took a long time to react from the fact that Bai Jia was hit by a stray bullet and lost his head.

Axel stood up tremblingly. He realized that it was no longer safe, and that the next person to find them avoiding the battle would not necessarily be killed by the Ao-Song people. So he climbed out of the trench with his arquebus, and as soon as he went up, he saw Bolton's body lying beside him.

Axel looked at Bolton, the beautiful chain mail he had admired for a long time, and for the first time felt that the shabby leather armor on his body might be better. Anyway, it can't stop the lead bullets of the Ao-Song people, and the leather armor is a little lighter.

Note 1: In this battle, our army discovered that the arquebuses of the Houjin army began to be standardized, and the shape gradually approached. Although it is still evident that these firearms are handmade in small workshops, we are sure that Houjin is trying to unify the weapons regulations.