What does it look like when the snow valley turns into a blood valley?

It was like a large pile of red paint poured on the hillside, flowing down the cold snow shell, and the two layers of snow trenches that had been sturdy with sapper shovels were also rendered bright red, and the viscous blood flowed down the icicles under the ridges drop by drop, I don't know when the cold wind blew, even the hot blood was frozen with the solid trench.

Weapons and equipment and terrain occupy an absolute advantage, at this time, there should be tens of thousands of tribes' strong men killed and wounded on this steep valley slope, the battle loss ratio can reach an astonishing ratio of dozens of times, and the earth-shattering battle has been going on for half a day.

But before the blood that could flow out could coagulate, once again, the distinctive battle horn sound of the natives clapping their mouths once again resounded through the silent valley, driving huge bullocks or war horses, blocking the front with dismantled cowhide tents, tens of thousands of tribal warriors, male and female warriors trampled the bright red snow valley again, and charged up the slope with their lives and death.

The development of society is too primitive, in the dictionary of the North American Indians, there is no tactical concept such as roundabout, siege and flank, they will only shake all the way to the end, under the belief of the supreme god, with flesh and blood over and over again, faintly hear the words of encouragement from the wizard, even in the face of the rain of bullets, these tribal warriors are still high morale, high spirits and even a little distorted.

But in comparison, the Ninth Corps is not so optimistic, even if it is wrapped in steel, it is still flesh and blood, people are not machines, people will be tired, such a large-scale and fierce white-knives battle is the third time, whether it is the Toyotomi samurai holding big guns and katanas in the front, or those Jingshi conscripts with heavy flintlock pistols in the back, the Goryeo mercenaries recruited from the Dongshan Road of Huanghae Province are all panting and looking down, and the white smoke they exhale is also condensed into a misty shape on their heads.

If this is a fortress, even if it is a wood-built town like Snake City, it can be easily defended with the Ninth Corps, and the dense muskets and artillery are enough to make the fortress a cemetery for Indians who can't climb up, but unfortunately, whether it is time or strategy, it is not allowed to prepare such a complete fortress, looking at the already slightly messy formation under his command, Mao Xingjian put down the binoculars with some concern, and couldn't help but look north.

However, at this time, the entire north was already white, and with the northwest wind gradually rolling up in the afternoon, a large area of snow and dust rolled up, and there was no trace of it at all.

Just as Mao Xingjian was looking, the deafening explosion sound suddenly attracted his attention again, and in the bursts of sprayed tongues of fire, the three-pound and six-pounder field guns that had been hidden as a killer weapon were also pushed to the gap in the snow trench at this time, and the panting private knocked the flintlock fiercely, and the iron sand in the barrel of the cannon sprayed out like a large net in the sky, and the fine steel chips could not be avoided at all, and the war bull running in the forefront fell to the ground screaming, The tribal warrior who was holding the cowhide tent wrapped in the surface of the tent howled wolf and threw the tent skin full of trachoma, and fell to the ground with blood all over his body, rolling desperately.

Listening to the sound of fierce running, the private in the trench roared and raised his rifle and fired directly at a mid-air angle of dozens of degrees.

In the sound of flesh breaking almost at the same time, blood spilled out like flowers for the time being, and with this prelude, the cruel white-knuckle battle unfolded fiercely.

Watching a samurai shire, howling and pulling his jagged katana out of the neck of a strong man with an open nose who fell to the ground and vomited blood, the exhausted samurai didn't wait to regain his sword and go into battle, when a figure almost as agile as him pounced like a cougar, knocking him to the ground, and the sharp flint dagger also slashed into Qimoto's throat.

In that Qiben's desperate roar, the same stream of blood splattered out of his neck, looking at this scene, Mao Xingjian clenched the hot knife handle in his hand very solemnly.

.........

With the passage of time little by little, the sun of the New World also sank to the west, and the oblique sunlight just shone directly on the Ming army's position in the east and west, and the blood-red battlefield was covered with a layer of golden light, and the bloody battle had lasted for a whole day.

At this time, I don't know how many tribal warriors shed their blood, and fell on the snow slope coldly, frozen stiff by the cold weather, but their moth-like sacrifice was not without results, after all, there were too few people, and the four trenches dug by the Ming army were broken away one after another, and the red cannons fell into the snow tiltedly, and the entire position was divided into pieces and entered the final white-knuckle battle.

The sturdy tribal giant roared and wheeled the stone axe, smashing it down fiercely, caught off guard, the Ming soldier could only block the knife horizontally in front of him, and in the creaking sound, the carefully forged standard military rifle was actually beaten into a U-shaped bend, the tiger's mouth was cracked, and the cold blood continued to flow down the arm.

In the terrible roar that could no longer distinguish whether it was the Jingshi soldiers or the Goryeo soldiers, the comrade-in-arms of the three-person squad next to him finally stabbed the bayonet into the giant man's chest.

I don't need a telescope to watch anymore, because the fight is happening right in front of me, one foot is stepping on the cold snow trench, holding his Chinese army flag with his left hand, Mao Xingjian's right hand carrying the knife is trembling uncontrollably, although this is not the first time to face life and death, the last battle in Snake City was equally tragic, but it was still enough to shock him who had been soaked in books since he was a child.

His attention was all on the battlefield below, and suddenly, Mao Xingjian heard an anxious roar behind him: "Protect the boss!" ”

Boom, the personal guard beside him was slammed out by a black shadow holding his waist, roaring and rolling down the trench below, and several others hurriedly pulled out their goose-winged knives, holding the hilts of their hands in both hands, and slashed at the Apache who climbed up from the side of the circular trench at some point, and a sound of wind suddenly came from his ears, his heart beat wildly, Mao Xingjian turned his body sideways in horror, clicked, and plunged his heavy spear into the snowdrift in front of him.

Turning around again, holding a Damascus long knife from an exotic land in both hands, Mao Xingjian roared angrily just now, but the roar stopped abruptly, and his hands couldn't help but tremble again.

"It's you!"

At this time, the red deer was like the embarrassment he had seen when he was in the valley of the Holy Land, a triangular wound was opened on his exposed shoulder, and a long line was cut by a katana from his chest to his lower abdomen, and the back of his hand was also blurred with blood, but his right hand held the same blood-drenched patterned steel dagger, and she arched her waist dangerously, she was still as beautiful and dangerous as a wounded leopard.

In the melee in the afternoon, Mao Xingjian had captured her several times, and several times, he hoped that she would die directly in the chaos, but he was worried about her safety, but he didn't expect that she still appeared in front of him.

"Do you have to fight me?"

Wheezing, Chilu's face also showed a moving look, on the face of this man who made her love and hate, she saw for the first time such complex feelings!

Heartache, pity, worry, fear, unbearable, and finally turned into a pleading look appeared in Mao Xingjian's eyes, and she was staring at it with such a look, even Chilu, at that moment, he was upset.

But the heavy dagger was only relaxed for a second, and the next moment, it was still held in her hand, and like Mao Xingjian, she also had too many things to carry!

"You! The king of the Ming people! I! Warriors of the Apaches! ”

"No way!"

Bang dang~

As fast as a deer, the red shadow slammed into Mao Xingjian's face, the dagger collided with the heavier long knife, but it almost knocked Mao Xingjian's weapon to the ground, and he staggered back half a step, in Mao Xingjian's pleading gaze, the red deer was half-bent over, his thighs were squatting on the snow, and his fluttering hair slowly fell, but it was aimed at him, and he roared sharply.

"Aren't you going to be a great husband, to be the emperor to whom everyone submits? Kill me! ”

Looking at her reddened pupils, in her ears, the roars and roars of her subordinates fighting desperately with these natives continued to come, and after hesitating for a moment, Mao Xingjian finally let the helmet wrap it, and his face that had become firm was also hideous, holding the scimitar in both hands, and he also made a heavy roaring sound.

"Come on, Akaka!!"

Without answering, the matriarch shot out violently again, and the sharp dagger showed no mercy, and stabbed straight into Mao Xingjian's heart.

Bang~

Metal and metal collided and sparks burst out, but the knife that Mao Xingjian saw was in vain, the sharp patterned steel blade left a deep mark on his sturdy cold forging armor, and it was obvious that he had already felt the killing intent of the female patriarch, Mao Xingjian roared again and turned around and slashed out the long knife, but again, the blade fell on Chilu's back, and the sharp blade grazed his neck, cutting a fierce spark on his shoulder.

Racing with deer in the mountains and forests all year round, fighting with gray wolves, Chilu's agility and reflexes are obviously not comparable to Mao Xingjian, a scholar, just plugged in, slid through a perfect arc in the snow, and she slammed into it like a leopard, Mao Xingjian, who had no time to attack, blocked the scimitar in front of him in horror, but the sharp dagger blade still slashed his cheek, and a few drops of crystal blood swayed out.

The pain caused by the wound finally made Mao Xingjian like a wounded beast, regardless of the sharp turn of the blade, even Chilu could not dodge, and the sharp blade finally cut a bloody wound on her sturdy calf.

In the snow, she stumbled a step, but when she looked back at the wound on her leg, a satisfied smile seemed to appear in the corner of her eyes, but before Mao Xingjian noticed it, she had already lowered her head again, ignoring the pain of the wound, and ran straight towards Mao Xingjian's cannonball.

"Ah!!h

The standard armor almost protects the vital points of the whole body, but it only lacks the protection of the hands, this time, the target of Chilu's attack is Mao Xingjian's hand holding the knife! The white horse flashed the long knife that Mao Xingjian slashed at the face, and the sharp dagger easily cut a hideous bloody cut on the back of his hand, and in the prince's scream, the scimitar in his hand finally came out of his hand, and the cougar pinched Mao Xingjian's neck like crazy, and the two also rolled down the snow slope.

In the snow and fog, I don't know how many laps I rolled down, but in the end, Mao Xingjian still fell down, and was pressed under Chilu, like a dying wolf king, roaring in despair, holding the dagger in both hands, Chilu stabbed Mao Xingjian's throat fiercely.

Bang~

His right arm seemed to be broken, and the slammed right arm armor finally blocked it before the fatal blow came, and the deviating dagger cut a deep mark along his hard neck armor, and plunged heavily into the snow.

The metal lighter, carved with a phoenix and hanging from an iron chain, rippled out of her chest with her body heat.

Looking at the matriarch's painful face, two tears rolled down Mao Xingjian's eyes, and suddenly, he also roared violently.

"Red deer! I'm sorry! ”

Rumble~

In the violent explosion, the matriarch's light and delicate body rolled backwards, rolling several times in a row, a dazzling red bloomed like a plum blossom on the snow under her, her arms supported the snow, and she struggled to get up, and then the red deer suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood with fragments of internal organs.

But Chilu, who raised her head with difficulty, the corners of her mouth were full of blood, looked at Mao Xingjian, who threw away the short-barreled shotgun with white smoke, and the scimitar that she picked up again, trembling all over, but her face showed a relaxed, happy and poignant smile.

Mao Xingjian has always felt that he is a strong man, but at this moment, he is scolding himself, he is an out-and-out coward, tears blur his eyes, his body trembles violently because of pain, dragging a heavy scimitar, he is extremely difficult to walk to the side of Chilu who knelt on the ground, smiling painfully at her, and the next moment, the wolf king, who is also dying, roared so badly, Mao Xingjian raised the blade like the cold moon.

Click~

This knife drained all the strength in his body, the scimitar was inserted in the snow, and it was hard to support the body, Mao Xingjian did not collapse to the ground, he staggered over like he lost his soul, his arms trembled, and he bent down with great difficulty, and reached out to lift his hair in the snow.

Not daring to look at her face at all, the prince raised her head with great difficulty, but roared hoarsely at the entire battlefield.

"Ahh!!h

In the valley, in response to his painful roar, the fierce horse's hooves thundered from the hillside, and then the mountain took the lead in galloping downward, Song Yongzhong's saber was raised sharply forward, and then slashed down, in Mao Xingjian's roar, the cavalry that charged down was like a tiger descending from the mountain, and it was fierce in the diffuse Indian people, tearing a bloody hole.

Faced with an irresistible cavalry, at last again, these brave Indians broke back......

(End of chapter)