Why use hand-to-hand combat?

Because the distance is closer, the opponent can be clamped to the greatest extent, and the prey has no possibility of escaping!

The cavalry in front of it, and the brisk Japanese samurai outflanked it in the back, out of the middle, the collapsed black-footed tribe is like the stuffing in the belly of the dumplings, no matter how it rolls, it can't escape the thin layer of dumpling skin, the front and back are full of bloody murderous knives, and the hillside where these people used it as a playground to shoot refugees just now, in a short period of time, it was full of black-footed corpses.

And the last time Mao Xingjian's generosity gave these black-footed people a strange illusion, finally, after nearly a thousand people were killed, some people actually knelt on the ground in fear, raised their hands high, and surrendered! Immediately after one, two, one clan, and the entire clan, chased after everyone in the encirclement who was frightened!

This can be regarded as one of the changes brought by Mao Xingjian! If before, the battle between tribes and tribes was fought to the death, even if they were killed by a spear in the escape, these natives would not choose to surrender, but there was a glimmer of hope for survival, even if these unruly hunters in the mountains and forests learned to kneel.

It's a pity that this time there was no mercy for them! Nearly 2,000 Black Footprint Indians were completely trapped here, and then the warriors who had conquered the Japanese country rushed into the crowd with straw ropes, pressed the captive pigs to the ground and tied them firmly, and then dragged the men aside in their fearful begging for mercy, and knelt in a row, and just had the energy to fight, the warriors who were full of bloodthirsty beastly desires directly slashed their knives directly by the neck, and in the clattering sound, their heads fell down in pieces like ripe fruit.

The captured women were even more miserable, dragged directly into the pile of stinky men and used as a tool to vent their desires, mixed with the heart-rending cries of the female captives in the savage and beastly laughter of the samurai.

Seeing such a ferocious atrocity, the officers of the Ming Dynasty did not restrain it, but pointed at it on the side, which can be regarded as a national policy implemented by Mao Jue, every time he went on an expedition, he would recruit a large number of warriors from vassal states to conscript, anyway, their beastliness were not vented on the Ming Dynasty, and the foreign lands went with them.

However, there were still some black-footed people who fled into the forest desperately, and they also rose up, dragging a Daguan knife and riding with his subordinates, and Liu Zongmin also followed and chased forward.

However, in a snowy jungle of white flowers, after these black-footed people entered, they disappeared, carrying a horse to kill the last few black-footed people in front of them, stepping on their still warm corpses, Liu Zongmin looked left and right a little blankly.

Carrying the horse, the elite cavalry of the brigade also looked left and right in amazement, but at this moment, a sharp whistle sounded, poof, the knight at the front snorted and fell off the horse, struggled twice in the snow, and then stood up with difficulty, this time he was lucky, the arrow was nailed to the large piece of stamping armor under the cotton armor, but around so, his chest was also blue, but he looked in the direction of the arrow.

There wasn't even a ghost there.

A few cavalrymen walked around with their horses, and then after a while, they ran back quickly, shaking their heads helplessly at Liu Zongmin.

But this kung fu, but a few arrows flew out suddenly, puff

But this time, they can be regarded as kicking on the iron plate, under the sound of squeaking, the stone knife smashed on the throat armor made of steel, only a series of sparks popped out, and the cavalry who dismounted did not panic at all, the short knife on the waist was pulled out, and the soft ribs of the waist behind him were pierced, and in the sound of popping, the black-footed people who attacked covered their ribs and shrank into a shrimp in pain.

The war did not tolerate the slightest mercy, and the fallen cavalry was not merciful, so they cut off their heads with short knives, and then swarmed in front of Liu Zongmin.

This finally saw blood, but for Liu Zongmin, the result was simply an itch in his boots, so stuffy that he scratched his ears and cheeks, carried a machete, and roared at the old forest in anger.

"What kind of hero is hiding and hiding, he has the ability to come out and fight with the Sprinkle family for a hundred rounds!"

But in the face of his shouting, another stunned feather arrow rushed to his face.

Click~ Liu Zongmin, who was angry, brandished a machete and cut the arrow in half.

Fortunately, in the kung fu of Mr. Liu's whistle and screaming, the reinforcements came, and suddenly, there was a crackling burst of gunshots like fried beans, and it was also a crackling sound, on the trees, behind the stones, more than a dozen black-footed people fell down, especially not far from the direction where Liu Zongmin was shot just now, a bloody hole was broken in his thigh, and the big chief of the black-footed clan fell down heavily without wind, dragging his legs, this cold and ruthless guy screamed miserably on the snow.

In the guerrilla warfare in the mountains and forests, these Indians showed their fearful combat effectiveness, but fortunately, the expeditionary force was not vegetarian, and more than a hundred people were silent and still didn't know where they were, only one captain wore a white snow suit and held his special sniper rifle of one meter eight or nine length, and trotted briskly.

"The barbarian general, the woodland war is not the head of the cavalry, and the barbarian is captured! We'll take care of the rest! ”

This kid can be a man, which is equivalent to giving a general's leading skill directly to Liu Zongmin, he can mix for so many years, Lao Liu is not stupid, he hummed and slapped the donkey under the slope, and the two cavalrymen trotted over, dragged back without wind, and ran back with a war horse, and the group ran down the mountain quickly in the face of difficulties.

Seeing that his big chief was captured, several lurking black-footed hunters couldn't help but show their emotions again, and again, a sharp gunshot rang out, and in the sound of poofing, the snow was dyed a blood-red again.

Indeed, the Blackfoot people are the most outstanding hunters in this land, but the sniper team composed of Oroqen, Hezhe, Daur and Han mink hunters from Changbai Mountain is not vegetarian!

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When Liu Zongmin came back from tossing back from the mountains and forests, the battle of the Sea of Jewels, which had shocked the morning, basically came to an end, and Adriana ordered to kill them all, and there were only dozens of half-dead black-footed female warriors who were played by the samurai in their cries, their hands were tied, and they hung naked on the beach shelf, and the whole person was propped up like a long strip, holding his chest upright, accepting the baptism of the cold wind like a knife, and the salted fish was dying and struggling.

Except for them, the rest of the Black-footed people were left with their heads, piled up in front of the mountain road not far away like a pyramid of samurai. It's really a report from the world, and it has only been more than ten days since what the black-footed people did in Snake City that they were retaliated against by the Ming Dynasty.

looked at the beach, and with a wave of his hand, Liu Zongmin asked the big chief Hei Feng, who didn't ask anything, to hang on the beach to dry salted fish.

But at this time, there was a cry everywhere in the city, there were 134 immigrants in Snake City, and only 1,78 people returned to the Jewel Sea alive, everyone experienced the pain of breaking their home, and now they finally escaped, and the sadness suppressed in their hearts all broke out, and the whole street was full of gloom and gloom.

"What the hell is going on?"

In the warm tent, Han Xiaomo's hair stood on the pillow, her forehead was bandaged with an alcohol-sterilized gauze, and the old military doctor also fed her anti-inflammatory drugs made of some Chinese herbs such as Coptis chinensis, but now, her little face is still burning red.

Mao Xingjian sat on the edge of her bed in a daze as if he had lost his soul, and he was in a daze, even if Adriana pinched his chin and asked a third time, he was deaf.

After all, the imperial marshal got impatient, dragged her big Yue, turned to leave, and with the lifting of the tent curtain, a faint waste came clearly, and the muscles on Mao Xingjian's face twitched violently, but his eyes turned to the unconscious Han Xiaomo, and he still drooped his head listlessly as if any strength had disappeared.

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These days have become the most difficult days for Mao Xingjian, even if he is silent, but the survivors who escaped from Snake City are still grieving and crying, piecing together the disasters that have happened into a rough idea, and the barbarians recruited by the prince slaughtered the entire Snake City.

Even the medical guards guarding the military doctor's tent were whispering when they looked at his back, but these whispered conversations that were suppressed to the limit were still like sharp knives, piercing Mao Xingjian's heart, waste! Stupidity! Tiger Father and Dog Son! Set the fox to keep the geese! If it was the prince in the past, he would have already argued angrily, but now, he has no argument at all, and tens of thousands of lives in Snake City were so easily destroyed in his thoughts, a whispered discussion, and a strange look in his eyes, making him feel like a mouse crossing the street.

Every day, he can only stay by Han Xiaomo's bedside, and only here can he let his heavy heart get a little release.

Prince, in this new continent seems to be a thing of the past, it has become irrelevant.

However, after the Battle of the Jewel Sea on the tenth day of November tasted a little bloody, the huge Ming Expeditionary Force also seemed to have taken root here, and it was also delayed for several days.

On November 15, it was also the coldest day in the New World, Mao Xingjian, who had been guarding the tent for more than five days, finally walked out of the tent in timidity and hesitation, and marched towards the core of the sea of jewels, where Song Yongzhong's military camp was once a small building, but now it has become the heart of the expeditionary force.

Standing downstairs, I could vaguely see that Adriana was still wearing that military uniform, and she was not knowing what order she was giving excitedly, she took a deep breath, and Mao Xingjian walked towards the door solemnly.

(End of chapter)