Boom!

A puff of spear flames lit up, and more than 20 steps away, the wooden shield was torn apart, and the Mongolian soldier holding the wooden shield exploded with blood on his chest, revealing a shocking bowl wound, and fell to the ground with a slight.

As soon as the shield-wielding Mongolian soldier fell, he appeared behind him with an unusually strong body and towering hair, like a fierce beast. He held a five-foot iron bone weighing more than 20 catties in both hands, let out a beast-like roar, frantically passed through the wall of fire, ignoring the flames on the hem of his boots and suit, jumped over, actually jumped over the horse rejection wall, and volleyed down Han Tiehu, who was hiding behind the first row of boulders.

As soon as Han Tiehu finished firing the shotgun in the barrel, he immediately pulled out his pistol when he saw this, and slammed two shots into the chest of Mongolian Baihu.

The brave Mongolian hundred-hundred-hues just trembled, still pounced wildly.

Han Tiehu connected the buckle machine, the firing pin clicked, but no bullet was fired.

"Cake! At this time, it was actually stuck. Han Tiehu was in a hurry, and he didn't have time to troubleshoot, so he quickly threw down the pistol and shotgun, and pulled out the short knife for self-defense. It's just that no matter how you look at it, this two-foot-long, six-pound dog's foot knife is not the same level as the heavy iron bones, and once it is hard-connected, the consequences are unimaginable.

Call! Heavy iron bones came like Mount Tai pressed on the top. Han Tiehu gritted his teeth, his eyes widened, he held the knife in one hand and the back of the knife in the other, and struggled to raise it, desperately blocking.

Boom!

With a flash of firelight, the heads of hundreds of Mongolian households exploded, and the blood of broken bones and brains splashed in all directions, and the huge impact lifted his body several feet away, and fell beside Han Tiehu, smashing into the dust.

Han Tiehu wiped a handful of cold sweat, put the knife into the sheath, turned his head to look back, and saw Yang Zheng bowing his head slightly to him, his hands moved quickly, reloaded the shotgun, raised his hand and shot, and shot a Mongolian archer who was about to shoot a bow.

Han Tiehu thanked him, retracted his gaze, picked up the pistol and disassembled it, quickly troubleshooting, reloading, and the barrel spewed out the flame of death again.

Although it was a life-saving grace, from beginning to end, the two of them didn't say a word. On the battlefield, supporting each other, whoever saves who seems to be a natural thing to breathe, no one will care much, only silently remember in their hearts.

With the death of this Mongolian hundred, the exclamation of Mongolian soldiers came from the mountain road. Han Tiehu had participated in most of the assassination operations, knew some Mongolian language, and could understand that those Mongolian soldiers were exclaiming, "Chaganbalhu is dead, immortal God!" He's the second best warrior after Lord Arslen! ”

The death of Chaganbal Tiger obviously shocked the Mongolian soldiers who followed, such a fierce general, that battle did not kill dozens of people? During the detour alone, Chaganbalhu had climbed the city wall several times, and each time he climbed the city wall, it meant that the war was over. When he returned from the battlefield, he often wore bloody ears around his waist...... However, this time attacking a small hill with ten times the strength, this battlefield beast was blown out of the head without even touching the ears of the Song people, and all the Song people did was move their fingers.

This battle can't be fought! The Mongolian soldiers, who have never killed people and slaughtered cities without blinking, are really afraid - they are not afraid of death, but they die so aggrieved and worthless, not at all like a warrior but like a dead dog, but no one is reconciled, and the fear that they don't want to believe in their hearts is quietly breeding and spreading.

However, the military orders coming from the rear were so ruthless: "Tenth hundredth team, continue." ”

The whole team was fully equipped and hidden at the corner of the mountain road, and the Mongolian hundred-man Baoli of the hundredth team held the broad palm of the big bow and tightened subconsciously. I saw with my own eyes that the entire 900-person team was wiped out, and even the 100 Chagan Balhus, who were as strong as tigers, died tragically, and they couldn't even stab a single Song person...... It was false to say that he was not afraid, but he had no choice, and the military order, even if there was a mountain of swords and a sea of fire ahead...... Well, there is really a sea of fire ahead, there is no Knife Mountain, but it is ten times more terrifying than the Knife Mountain. Even so, he had to do it.

Baolig took a deep breath and quickly ordered: "Step forward to the arrow shelter, clean up the corpse, and clear the road." If you have a shield, you will be ready to shoot all the arrows as fast as you can, even if your fingers are broken! ”

After nearly an hour of fierce fighting, thousands of people died, and the Mongol army also summed up the corresponding tactics, which were basically the three steps mentioned by Baolig: clearing obstacles, shield defense, archers firing rapid-fire, and finally abandoning the bow in hand-to-hand combat.

It's a pity that so far, in addition to the fact that the arrow shelter can play some role when clearing the obstacle (corpse), the shield can barely stop the terrible bullets of the Song people, even if Gammon has several layers of cowhide. The rapid fire of the archers was to suppress, or rather, to delay and interfere with the Song people's shooting, to gain even the slightest opportunity for short-handed combat. Previously, Chaganbalhu was able to break through the wall of rejection and almost kill a Song gunman, because more than a dozen archers risked their lives to shoot wildly for him to win the opportunity. It's a pity that I still didn't succeed.

Bao Lige looked at the bloody five-foot stone steps under his feet with hatred, because of this narrow terrain, they could not spread the queue, and they had ten times the number of troops, but they could only keep refueling and line up to die...... But it can't be helped! The guy at the top of the mountain is too important, they have too little time. They can only exchange their lives for time, but they are afraid that they will not be able to exchange their lives if they throw them away

Woo-the horn sounded, Baolig smiled bitterly, pulled out three arrows with his backhand and sandwiched them between his fingers, his eyes were slowly bloodshot, and he roared: "Rush with me!" ”

Only a moment later, the bow was broken, and Baolige, who watched his hundred-man team fall one by one, was bloody, blood flowed from his eyes, and he suddenly lost his mind, completely ignored it, and cried in front of the Stone Formation: "Can't rush!" I really can't rush it! ”

After the chaos of the stone formation, hundreds of guns pointed coldly at Baolige, perhaps shocked by the other party's gaffe, and no one fired for a while.

At this moment, there was a rare pause and silence in front of the position, and the valley echoed with Baoli Gexianglin's sister-in-law, crying "Can't rush!" I really can't rush it! ”

Boom - an arrow shot from the mountain road, piercing through the throat of Baolig, and the howl came to an abrupt end.

Then, another Mongolian hundred-man team rushed out from the corner of the mountain road, let out a roar like a trapped beast, and while shooting arrows desperately, they rushed up the stone steps and rushed towards the wall of fire. Then, in the dense net of bullets that drew streamers, blood splashed, tumbled and fell, and one by one fell off the cliff, and the long screams echoed in the mountains......

Zhao Lie stroked the Remington shotgun on his lap and sighed, it seems that this old guy has no chance to open meat this time.

Ma Nanchun, who was standing beside him, breathed a sigh of relief and admired: "Your Majesty's martial arts team is really one block ten, and it can be called the strongest soldier in the world." ”

Zhao Lie said calmly: "That's also because of the geographical advantage, if the two armies are facing each other in an open area, with the crazy energy of the Yuan army, even if the opponent is finally defeated, there will be a lot of losses, and the martial arts team can't afford to lose." ”

Ma Nanchun felt the same way, nodded and said: "It's a pity that there are too few guns, and only one battalion can be equipped. ”

Zhao Lie looked in the direction of the Tingjiang River, his eyes flashed: "Pingtui Yuan Army Camp?" It's almost there. ”

Another hour later, when the last Mongolian soldier of the 17th hundred-man team was hit by a shotgun and fell into the oil ditch, the Mongolian soldiers on the mountain road suddenly made a commotion, and in the flash of fire, a banner of Zhang's five great horses hanging with lanterns slowly moved towards the mountainside. Wherever the banner passed, the Mongolian soldiers let out bursts of cheers, wave after wave, and the originally low morale was rising, and the fighting spirit was high.

Ma Nanchun's eyes froze: "That's ...... The vanguard officer of this battle, Su Lu of the Yuan Tartar Thousand Households Arslen set the banner. ”

Zhao Lie frowned: "The general rushes into battle? Are they so open-minded? ”

Ma Nanchun glanced at the copper engraving leak used for timing next to the stone pavilion, and said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid it's because of ...... The hour is running out. ”

Zhao Lie bowed slightly, and said with a smile: "Kill the general to capture the flag, and win the first merit, I don't know that kid is cheap." ”

In front of the blocking array, Long Feiyi, whose face was full of gunsmoke, brushed a handful of beards that were scorched yellow by the smoke, smiled, and said loudly to the martial arts soldiers: "The generals of the Yuan Tartars have personally charged, it seems that they are really anxious." If you want me to say, come well, kill the flag and capture the flag, and win the first merit, it depends on which of you has the luck and ability. ”

The eyes of all the martial arts warriors suddenly lit up, looking at Su Luding, who was constantly moving closer, as if they were looking at the title merit that was getting closer and closer......

When everyone's eyes were attracted by the pole Su Luding, no one noticed that in the depression of the cliff more than twenty zhang below the dilapidated Banshan Pavilion, there were black shadows climbing up the rope, gathering more and more......

Where the distant mountains meet the sky, there is a faint hint of light.

It's almost dawn.