Chapter Ninety-Six: The Head of the Owl (Ask for Collection)

The defensive position on the southern slope of the Wugu Sect was crowded, the officers and soldiers in armor and the congregants wrapped in burlap clothes were strangled together, the men and horses of the vanguard battalion were all cavalry, and the hands were all bright and bright steel sabers, and the firearms battalion behind them were also long and short crossbows in their hands, and there were bursts of arrows like flying locusts against the sect members behind the horses.

Although the Wugu Sect had a disadvantage in terms of its various weapons and the ratio of officers and soldiers, the crushing of the number of people made it so that every time a cavalry rushed to the front of the formation, there would always be four or five long weapons poking in front of him.

And the sect members who faced Pei Zhenfeng were not so lucky, and in the absence of the protection of the horses, they could only use their flesh and blood to resist the momentum of the cavalry of the vanguard battalion.

However, the pioneer battalion in heavy armor did not get much benefit in the face of dozens of times the number of congregants who were dozens of times their own, and some people kept getting off their horses with modified dung forks and hooks and chains, and once they fell off their horses, the oncoming long and short weapons would not leave them a chance to turn over.

This defensive position of the Wugu Sect was quickly and effectively built up by Feng Jiao in a very short period of time, the periphery on both sides was densely populated with sect members holding long weapons, and in the middle were relatively sparse crossbowmen, although the power and quality of the bow and arrow in their hands could not be compared with Jin Mingyin's crossbow arrows, but at such a close distance, there were still many cavalrymen who swung countless long and short weapons, and were pierced through the center of their eyebrows by a feather arrow!

However, they soon found out that Feng Jiao, as the commander, seemed to have not given them instructions for a long time.

Because

He's too busy to take care of himself now!

"Boom!"

Feng Jiao's tiger mouth holding the Pu knife has been numb by Jiang Shang's wide-open move, not to mention paying attention to the battlefield, even in the current situation, if you are not careful, you will become the ghost of this big man's gun,

"The knife technique is not bad, but it is a little less skillful."

Jiang Shang gasped, but he laughed at him unforgivingly,

"Don't deceive people too much! So as not to annoy Lao Tzu, I won't even leave you with a corpse! ”

Feng Jiao stared at Jiang Shang with tears in his eyes, his arms trembling slightly under the continuous high-intensity confrontation,

"He also said the same thing when the Governor of Jianzhou fought with me before, and then I hung his head on the tower of Shenyang City!"

Feng Jiao didn't know what Jiang Shang was talking to himself, so he just used his legs to exert his strength, and flew up in the air with a move to pull onions on dry land, picked up the Pu knife and slashed at Jiang Shang........

The sackcloth pocket fire thunder that flew out of An Yi's hand was already on fire when it was in the air, and the intertwined fuses lit up high flames, and from a distance, it looked like An Yi lit an oval thing and threw it into the position, and landed under the feet of several crossbowmen.

The Five Grain Sect didn't pay much attention to the burning sack, but when he saw the figure who threw the sack out, he hid behind the tent as if he was playing with his life.

"Is that man from our camp?"

"No, I haven't seen it, I haven't shot him yet, what is he running?"

"I don't know, maybe ......."

"Boom !!!!"

In an instant, a huge flame several feet high burst into the air, and soon explained to them why An Yi threw out the sack and turned around and ran backwards. The thistle terrestris that shot out from the wave of medicine opened up smiling faces on their bodies again, mocking why they were stupid when they saw An Yi running away and still standing here stupidly.

Anyi's linen pocket fire thunder is Jin Mingyin's finished product, not the dozen or twenty defective products that Jiang Yun threw out just now.

For a while, the huge flames devoured the crossbowmen in the middle and the sect members on both sides, and even some of the cavalry of the vanguard battalion who were entangled in them were all blackened.

"What's going on!"

Feng Jiao heard this loud noise on the battlefield, and before he could turn his head, the "silver snake" in Jiang Shang's hand spit out a bloodthirsty tongue and probed over,

"You still have the heart to look around!"

Originally, the martial arts of the two people were comparable, but Feng Jiao's mind was still partly worried about the situation on the battlefield, so under Jiang Shang's rapid series of attacks, he fell behind for a while.......

The fire caused by the fire and thunder on the battlefield exploded like a flash in the pan, but it was quickly extinguished, leaving behind a charred corpse on the battlefield, and the chaotic and frightened Wugu Sect members.

Jiang Yun on the Fox Ridge was willing to let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and the steel knife glowing with silver light in his hand pointed forward,

"Pioneer Battalion! Offensive! ”

The remaining hundreds of cavalry on the ridge, relying on the advantage of the high ground, urged the war horses under their crotches, with the sound of rumbling hooves trampling the earth, and with the momentum of the landslide, they smashed down on the somewhat scattered positions that had been bombed.

Pei Zhenfeng didn't even want a horse here, holding his own steel spear in his hand, making it like half a wheel on the position of the Wugu Sect, surrounded by a sharp cold light, rushing left and right, and the sect members who stuck to him were dying when they touched it, and they were dying when they touched it.

The originally solid defense line under the southern slope of the Wugu Sect was ruthlessly torn apart by Pei Zhenfeng and Jiangnan's north and south sides like sharp knives, and the pioneer battalions on both sides were also fused together again.

If all of them were soldiers of the vanguard battalion in their hands, just like Pei Zhenfeng who saved Jiang Yun at the mouth of the North Valley of the Heavenly Canyon that day, then the cavalry that rushed to kill would tear apart some enemies who dared to block in front of them, and it would be impossible for the Wugu Sect, who were all foot soldiers, to stop them.

But there are still more than 400 firearms battalions in Jin Mingyin's hands on the ridge, and now Jin Mingyin is almost out of ammunition and food in his hands, and it is not even as high as the combat power of ordinary foot soldiers, so after Jiang Yun and Pei Zhenfeng converged, they invariably chose to charge horizontally to expand the gap, so that Jin Mingyin had enough time to withdraw from Huling with the firearms battalion.

"Mr. Jiang, just let the brothers maintain the line of defense, and don't rush forward to kill! When the regimental training camp is over, leave immediately! ”

Pei Zhenfeng was also quite distressed when he watched the cavalry of his vanguard battalion constantly being pulled off their horses by the sect and losing their lives, and the most important thing was that he couldn't send all the cavalry here, the ghost knew if there would be any people from the Wugu Sect on the way to Long'an Mansion, if there were only comfortable firearms battalions and Zhongjun battalions left at that time, he would really be in a desperate situation.

"All the firearms battalions! Throw away all the firearms without projectiles and short crossbows without arrows, replace them with short weapons, and retreat down the ridge with the Chinese military camp! ”

Jin Mingyin, who was on the Fox Ridge, naturally did not stand stupidly, and the officers and soldiers with the regimental training camp began to pass through the "life channel" that the pioneer battalion tore open for them!

"Boom!"

Jin Mingyin almost smashed a sect member who rushed up with a long knife almost close to his face, the pipe of the fire gun in his hand was already fiery red, he put his hand in the small cloth bag hanging on his waist and pulled it out, only to find that there was only one projectile left,

His first reaction was to quickly find a short weapon from the ground, and continue to rush forward with the firearms battalion, which was already gradually thinning out, and he knew in his heart that the current situation was that he was holding a flat pole in his hand, and he couldn't stop, because every step they took from the bottom of the ridge was filled in by the pioneer battalion.

"Yikes!"

The surrounding Wugu Sect obviously didn't give him time to find a weapon, and a short and thin sect member with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks raised the steel fork in his hand and pierced it.

Jin Mingyin didn't have anything else in his hand, so he could only put the fire gun horizontally, stuffed it into the teeth of the steel fork, pushed the breech with one hand, and grabbed the mouth with the other, and used his strength to push it up.

The tube that had just been put out must have been red and hot, and the left hand held by Jin Mingyin instantly felt a pinprick-like tingling, and even he could hear the "sizzling" sound of the hot metal touching the skin of his palm, and the mushy smell that permeated the tip of his nose,

But he gritted his teeth, he didn't dare to unload his strength at all, he was a little relieved, maybe the tips of his teeth that were still black and didn't know whether it was mud or feces were about to be inserted in his face.

However, the short-looking sect member was not ordinarily strong, and after several exertions, the sharpness had already swayed in front of Jin Mingyin's eyes just now, forcing him to tilt his head back deeply.

But the further back he goes, the less he can exert his strength on his arm, the more he can't exert his strength, and the lower the pressure of this steel fork becomes.

Almost as soon as he was about to penetrate the two black and white orbs of glass on his face,

"Poof!"

The sound of a sword slashing into flesh came out, but not on his face, but on the chest of the cultist.

The sect member looked at the stainless steel blade pierced through his chest in disbelief, and the Qingfeng with his own blood was like a talisman for the little ghost who summoned him, taking away the strength in his hand and the life color on his face.

"Brother Yi!"

Jin Mingyin pushed away the lifeless sectarians lying in front of him, and excitedly shouted the comfort of the sword in his hand in front of him.

When An Yi threw the fire and thunder in the sack pocket towards the defense line of the Wugu Sect, he also thought that with the deterrence of the fire and the charging of the cavalry on both sides, it was enough to make these sect members, who were originally homeless thieves, put down their resistance.

However, the fighting will of these sect members was still beyond his imagination, and after a short period of confusion, the defense lines on both sides were actually squeezing into the middle, and there was a great momentum to plug the gap in the front.

"Do you still have projectiles in your guns?"

An Yi swung his sword to block a wooden stick that stabbed obliquely, Jin Mingyin said,

"Yes, just one!"

An Yi looked at the only one left in his hand and nodded heavily, "Enough!" Here, this sword is given to you, and you give me the firecracker. ”

Jin Mingyin quickly pushed the projectile up the back, pointed to the bulge of the gun and the trigger of the breech and handed it to An Yi: "Aim here, shoot here, the closer the distance, the greater the power and the higher the accuracy." ”

"Good! You continue to rush with the firearms battalion and the middle military battalion, don't stop! ”

"You're going?"

"Burn them on a fire again."

An Yi didn't reply to the next sentence, and ran in the direction outside the formation......

"Hiss~~Boom!"

A bright silver spear and a long pu knife slammed together again, sparks splashed everywhere, the aftermath rippled, Jiang Shang and Feng Jiao had almost reached the end of the last strong crossbow,

"Take a good look behind you! Your men and horses are going to be unable to support it, what are you still staring at me here! ”

There was a touch of scarlet on the corner of Feng Jiao's mouth, and he stared at Jiang Shang viciously, if the knife in his eyes could kill people, the strong man in front of him would have been broken into thousands of pieces.

Jiang Shang, who had collided several times, already felt that the bright silver spear in his hand was a little powerless, and his current purpose was to drag him for a while according to the meaning of comfort.

Seeing that Jiang Shang had a gloomy face and didn't answer, Feng Jia was even more annoyed,

"If you let you go, you won't go, you have to force me to send you away! Ahh ”

He held the Pu knife like crazy and swung it over, babbling and screaming non-stop,

Jiang Shang didn't dare to slack off, he planted himself firmly on the ground, and held the bright silver spear diagonally in front of him, ready to receive his blow.

"Bang!"

An Yi held the fire gun given to him by Jin Mingyin in his hand, and still maintained a posture of tilting his head to aim with one eye closed, and white smoke was billowing from the mouth.

The projectile that roared out, of course, pierced Feng Jiao's chest, shot through the back of his heart, passed through the heart, and exploded through the front chest.

He had been in a state of fierce fighting, and suddenly a hole was opened in his body, and the blood and minced flesh were completely roaring out in a gushing state, dyeing Jiang Shang's battle armor in front of him red.

"What..... Person. ”

Feng Jiao propped himself on the ground with a simple knife, and his desperate teeth couldn't stop the red foam that kept coming out of his mouth.

An Yi threw the fire gun aside, stepped forward, took the Pu knife from Feng Jiao's hand, and slashed it at his neck with a sharp blade,

"The one who took your dog's life!"

Then he rounded it and slashed at the back of his neck.......