"Ahh

Akso jerked off the haystack, his face covered in cold sweat. The people around were woken up and turned to look at Akso. No, Axel didn't think they were asleep at all. Those who could not sleep in the darkness sat or lay like walking corpses, silent in the large sheds, except for the small beefs of unknown insects in the corners.

The wound on his back was aching again, but Axo couldn't feel it anymore. He touched the sweat on his forehead, slowly adjusted his posture, and leaned against the fence of the shed in a daze. In the distance, the eastern sky was still pitch black, and the stars shimmered in the night sky. In such a quiet time, Axel couldn't help but think of his dream again. This dream is just a retrace of the bloody battle at dusk.

The thought of that terrible hell made Axel feel a dull pain in his temple. There weren't many fragments he could remember, but the clearest one was the crazy team of Japanese spears.

"Onboard! Onboard! ”

The shouts of thousands of people reached Axol's ears, and he looked around and found himself in horror back in his nightmare. He looked down and saw his body, and the arquebus in his hand.

"Run!" He tried his best to open his mouth, only to find that he couldn't control any part. As a result, Akso could only watch as he trembled his hands and stuffed a lead bullet into the muzzle of the gun along with the through rod, but could not change anything.

Less than twenty meters away, the spears of the Japanese were turning the golden warriors into blood gourds. The combination of broadsword and shield was invincible against the Ming army, but it was useless in front of these monkey-sized Japanese people. A few warriors deftly used their shields to block the oncoming spears, and as soon as they slashed and killed a few spears who had no power to fight back, they were killed by the Dengzhou musketeers who were supervising the battle in the rear.

And more Dajin warriors could only fall under the spears that were more than a zhang long. The widows shouted "onboard" and shouted in a strange accent, "Pierce the right, stab the right!" ”

After shooting and killing a widow, Akso found himself unable to reload anymore - he shot the rod that was used to shove the bullet from the muzzle to the bottom. This Jiannu musketeer, who may have survived the longest on the battlefield in today's post-Jin soldiers, was still pretending to be reloading, and from time to time he raised his musket to disguise himself as still firing.

Through this trick, Axo managed to avoid being beheaded by the sharp soldiers who were gradually pressing up from behind. Without being distracted, he was able to concentrate on the battlefield in front of him, and as a result, he was plagued by severe battlefield syndrome for the next forty years of his colonial life.

He saw that a tall white armor showed a agility that was very inconsistent with his figure. He seized the fleeting gap in the Japanese gun forest, rushed out from behind the Houjin army battle line, and a fierce man plunged to the ground, holding his head and rolling straight from under the gun forest. Wearing heavy armor, he rolled fast, and the white-armored soldier who rolled to the feet of the Japanese had already drawn his knife in his hand while rolling, and stabbed into the lower abdomen of a Japanese spearman.

Soon, another white-armored soldier tried to roll under the spear. Several white armors were pinned to the ground by the spears, but more white armor managed to enter the dead corners of the spears. They crouched to dodge the spears on their heads, hid in front of the Japanese to avoid the spears in the back row, and at the same time stabbed their knives hard at the Japanese people on the side, and also rushed into the line. With their charge, the Houjin army on the wall once again launched a fierce charge towards the battle array.

One by one, the pikemen were slain with their knives drawn. Even if the attacked Japanese people had already discovered the white armor underneath them, they could not fight back against the enemy who was close at hand, holding spears in both hands. What's more, the attention of the Japanese people in a state of madness has dropped significantly, and most of them didn't notice that the white armor of Jiannu was mixed under the spear until their stomachs were cut open.

Finally, with the help of the excellent performance of the white armor, the Houjin soldiers concentrated on attacking the weak points of the Japanese people, and the battle line stacked in four rows was killed through, and the Japanese musketeers who were still loading in the rear were suddenly exposed in front of the Houjin knife players.

The Houjin soldiers, who had long been immersed in the killing, wielded their broadswords and quickly slashed from the breach to the sides. The Japanese who had been in a position to win collapsed from the flanks in an instant, and the weak front fell into a desperate situation of being surrounded.

A sharp horn sounded, and Jiannu, who was rushing towards the Japanese musketeers, saw a continuous stream of fire flickering in front of him. The soldiers of Dengzhou Town, who came to block the gap, fired revolvers and tiger squat guns, killing Jiannu at the gap in a few seconds.

"For the Motherland!" The company commander of Dengzhou Town, who was in charge of supervising the battle, roared and swung his sword forward, and the assembled Dengzhou Town soldiers rushed to the gap, and after firing at close range, they directly engaged in hand-to-hand combat, and actually pushed out the Houjin soldiers who broke through the Japanese front.

"Hold the line! Musketeers, draw your sword! ”

The Japanese firecrackers, who were still wielding bayonets to resist, woke up like a dream. As soon as they threw away their muskets, they drew their daggers from their waists and rolled them from behind them under the spear array. They have been specially trained to catch and kill the elite enemy soldiers who roll in at any time in danger of being stabbed to death by both sides of the enemy.

Soon, the Jiannu, who had been beaten back step by step, began to crumble. After one drum, then decline, and three exhaustions, the Jiannu who were repulsed from the conditions of near-victory gradually lost their fighting spirit.

Axo stared blankly at the battle line, and his steps subconsciously stepped back. Suddenly, a roar of "death to those who retreat" suddenly sounded behind him. He turned his head in horror and saw that the sharp soldiers who were pressing the formation had already swung their knives and slashed at the retreating Houjin soldiers.

As the Houjindu clan began to slaughter their kind, the Houjin soldiers, who had been attacked on both sides, were forced to let out a desperate roar. The craziest offense began, and they finally squeezed out the last of their bodies, giving up defense and blocking one by one, slashing and shooting just to take the lives of the targets in front of them.

At that time, Akso thought that the battle might be won. The Japanese spearmen who had been fighting for more than ten minutes were exhausted, and more than half of the soldiers in Dengzhou Town who had been put into the gap were killed or wounded.

Until a succession of explosions came.

Several Japanese musketeers who had retreated to the rear dropped their muskets and rushed into the Houjin crowd with gunpowder packets for cannons. Their mouths were wide open, they let out a cry that Akso couldn't understand, their facial features were hideous, their eyes and noses were crowded together, and their faces were unusually red. In less than half a second, the crowded Houjin battle array killed the Japanese who had escaped the protection of the spear. Before they died, the fallen musketeers threw out powder packets, the fuses on which had already been lit, emitting tiny gray smoke.

A few seconds later, Akso watched as seven or eight people suddenly flew up from the crowd. The huge shock wave rolled up the red dirt, and the air wave blasted a clearing in the sea of Houjin soldiers that were rubbing shoulders with each other.

Everyone was in an irresistible panic. The Houjin soldiers, who had been controlled by adrenaline before, almost immediately came back to their senses. Once the hormone-deprived brain wakes up, it loses its courage in the face of a suicide bombing. Each of the Houjin soldiers realized that the Japanese people they fought were madmen, madmen from hell. If you want to fight them, you have to be prepared to be blown to pieces.

The sharp soldiers wielding broadswords in the rear could no longer crush the Jiannu. Having lost the courage to fight, the slaves melted like ice and snow in the sun. I don't know who shouted, and more than a thousand Jiannu piled up in a width of thirty or forty meters fled backwards at the same time. In order to compete for a faster way to escape, the white armor at the back of the team even swung their knives to cut down the same kind of people in front of them. The Warlords, who tried to prevent the collapse of the army, were overwhelmed by the fleeing Houjin soldiers and quickly disappeared in the flow of people.

Akso finally got a chance to escape. By this time, he had gradually calmed down, watching "himself" drop the arquebus in his hand, and as he ran back with the crowd, he took off the armor he had peeled from a corpse.

"It's late." He whispered to himself, "The Ao-Song people have come up surrounded. ”

It's just that I couldn't hear this sentence at the time. At that time, Axel was running backwards with some elation, as if he was glad that he had escaped. The distance of more than 100 meters was over in an instant, and he jumped over the trench, feeling that he had been reborn.

But the line ahead stopped for some reason. Akso tried to stretch his neck, but what he saw was the army of the Australian Song Dynasty gathering from the east and west in the orange-red light of the setting sun.

The deserters, who had been fighting for the lead, fell into a terrible silence. Everyone's face was unusually pale.

Those who sat on tall horses did not charge directly. A horse walked up with a banner held high, and shouted in Jurchen words from a distance of dozens of meters: "Put down your arms, the Great Song Dynasty will not kill you!" ”

"Listen to the Han people inside, the Great Song Dynasty forgives you for the sin of following Jiannu! It is the fault of Mingguo to let you become like this! Da Song knows, you don't want to do this! Lay down your arms, come to me, and you will be free! ”

This sentence is shouted in Chinese. In the crowd, the surviving coats looked up. They didn't know what freedom was, and they didn't understand why the imperial court would do something wrong. But they knew that they really seemed to be able to survive.

So there was a strange atmosphere among the defeated soldiers. Everyone is quietly observing the people around them, looking for companions who think the same way as themselves.

The same goes for Aksol. He looked coldly at "himself" and secretly looked at the people around him, his right hand was slowly drooping, and he held the dagger at his waist. Suddenly, Akso was flicked aside by a powerful hand, and a man without a helmet and red with blood squeezed out of the crowd, shouting at the defeated soldiers who were looking at him: "I am Jia Lae Zhen Suhe!" Dajin is two miles away, you follow me, they can't stop us! ”

Su He turned to the Ao Song knight who was looking at him quietly, and raised his arms high: "Come on, Nanban Dog!" I've killed hundreds and thousands of Han Chinese, and you're here to kill me! ”

The knight slowly drew his saber and held it flat at his side. When he pointed his sword, the more than 400 horsemen in the rear would charge, bringing death and destruction to the remnants of the defeated army in front of him. But he quickly put away his saber again, a smile on his face. He didn't have to give the order to attack, because there was no need.

Axel watched his performance like the most sincere spectator. When Su He turned his back to him, he slowly pulled out the dagger as if he was enchanted and held it in his backhand. In his spare light, several people around him were silently watching him, and more people seemed to be inspired and also felt out the weapons they carried with them.

Seeing the knight draw his sword, Axel strode forward like a ghost. It wasn't until he was two steps away from Su He that he bent down slightly and pounced on him.

There was a feeling of a dagger piercing into the flesh in his right hand, but Su He, who was as strong as a cow, was not knocked down. The armor that had not been taken off his body saved his life. Su He endured the stinging pain in his shoulder, turned around, grabbed Akso's collar, lifted him up, and slammed him to the ground.

"You've betrayed Daikin!" Su He's eyes were blood-red, and he pulled out the Mongolian knife at his waist and raised it high.

But the knife just fell limply to the ground.

Four or five knives stabbed out from all angles, piercing Su He's body. The strong man's body trembled slightly, and he lost strength as the knife was drawn.

The knight raised his flag and waved it a few times, and the knights in the rear were ready to move forward. Not far away, the defeated soldiers of Jiannu, who threw their weapons out of the ranks, had already knelt down. The dead Ala-ejin lay on his back on the ground, his godless eyes looking at the darkening sky.