When the terrible firepower of the Song army suddenly disappeared and the position was in turmoil, Arslen and the Mongol soldiers were all in high spirits, and they waited for a whole night and died nearly 2,000 warriors, just for this moment! How can we not seize such a good opportunity?

"Throw away the shield and charge!" Arslen yelled, grabbed a huge shield of arrows, puffed up his muscles, and pushed him down the hill. The shield slammed into the cliff wall all the way, making a huge roar, shattering and crashing into the bottom of the cliff with countless falling rocks.

The Mongol soldiers also saved their senses, and pushed the last seven or eight arrow shelters down the cliff, red eyes, like a surging beast tide, rushed through the mountain road and turned, rushed up the stone steps with thick blood plasma, rushed through the gradually extinguishing fire oil ditch, and rushed to the stone henge......

Due to the crisscrossing of corpses and slippery plasma on the mountain road, many Mongolian soldiers either tripped and were trampled by the swarming companions and broke their muscles and bones, or slipped under their feet, flew directly out of the mountain road, and fell to the bottom of the cliff with a wail. However, none of this could stop the madness of the Mongol soldiers - if they didn't go crazy, they would die!

Under such madness, in just a few breaths, the Mongol soldiers at the forefront had already rushed to the front. At this time, the martial arts team had just stabilized the morale of the army, and the muzzle of the gun was turned.

"Kill!" Long Feiyi's heart was shocked, he picked up his shotgun and bombarded two shots to kill several Mongolian soldiers who were about to rush in front of him, but he didn't have time to reload, threw down his shotgun, pulled out his pistol and ran out the bullets in the magazine in one go, knocking down several Mongolian soldiers.

Suddenly, a spiring axe flew and slashed at the head of the dragon wing. Long Feiyi roared like thunder, raised his hand to grab the flying axe, threw it with his backhand, and slashed into the head of the Mongolian soldier seven or eight steps away.

A Mongol soldier roared and jumped onto the boulder, raising his scimitar and slashing down.

Long Feiyi pulled out the dog-legged short knife faster than his opponent, and with a flash of cold light, the blade slashed through the Mongolian soldier's foot condyles, and a flash of blood rushed out, cutting the tendons. The Mongol soldier was unsteady on his feet, fell crookedly, and fell. Long Feiyi held his wrist with one hand so that the opponent's knife could not be cut off, and with the other hand, he held the dog-legged knife and quickly entered and exited the chest and abdomen of the Mongolian soldiers, and the blood sprayed Long Feiyi's face all over his body, and he suddenly became a bloody man.

Long Feiyi Huo Ran turned his head, his face was covered with blood, and his tongue was full of spring thunder: "Martial arts team!" Fierce fire oil tank! ”

As soon as the roar fell, a beastly roar sounded, and a huge figure crossed the boulder, and even the man with the axe slammed down.

Long Feiyi was shocked to change color, and he could raise his knife to block, under the huge force, the blade of the knife was broken, and the blade of the axe fell sharply - at the critical moment, Long Feiyi only had time to twist his body, and the blood light burst out, and his right arm was covered

Cut alive and falling.

"Die!" The beastly figure raised its axe high, and the light of the fire reflected on a hideous face—it was Arslene!

Long Feiyi was in pain, holding his broken arm and falling to the ground, watching the big axe reflecting the blood light slash down-

"Die for me!"

A young man roared angrily, and the flames in front of him erupted, and the flames that burned his muscles and cracked his skin almost didn't ignite Long Feiyi's eyebrows and mustache. And this long tongue of fire burst into Arslen's body, and the fire snake danced wildly, instantly enveloping and igniting him, and suddenly turning him into a burning man.

"Whew-"

In the raging flames, Alslen let out an inhuman scream, writhing wildly, swinging and slashing with the fire axe, through the flames, you can see his entire face twisted, deformed, and melted in the flames, like a candle on fire, extremely terrifying.

With a loud bang, a heavy fierce fire gourd fell, and there was a scream of pain around him, Long Feiyi turned his head in pain, and looked in disbelief: "Xiao Qi! ”

This one who turned Arslen into a burning man with a fierce fire oil tank turned out to be his orderly, the youngest soldier in the martial arts team - Lu Qiyang, who had just turned fourteen.

Although this Lu Qilang is young, he enlisted early, and participated in the battle of Duzhou Mountain when Zhao Lie led the army to attack the Wan'an Army two years ago, when he had just turned twelve years old, he was the youngest member of the martial arts team. Since then, he has become Long Feiyi's orderly, and in this decisive battle, Lu Qilang, as a member of the martial arts team, naturally has to fight.

When he saw that the commander was severely injured and his life was in danger, Lu Qiyang's eyes were red, he threw away the revolver that had run out of bullets, picked up a small fierce fire gourd used for defending the city, ignited the fire, pulled the pump, and pushed the nozzle at Alslen violently, and the tongue of fire gushed out, burning Alslen into a burning man.

Seeing that it was so tragic, Lu Qilang couldn't hold it in horror, and the fierce fire gourd fell out of his hand, just as he hit the sole of his foot, and suddenly fell in severe pain, unable to move.

"Wow-whew-death-" Alslen's neck muscles were scorched, and he could only let out a near-death howl, his eyes were burned, and his ears were burned, but he could still hear the sound of the fierce fire gourd falling to the ground, fighting with a violent and ruthless force, and stretched out his arms to rush towards Lu Qiyang.

Lu Qiyang gritted his teeth and crawled, but he couldn't avoid it at all, looking at the fire man in fear and despair.

Long Feiyi was furious, grabbed the broken blade that fell beside him with his only remaining left hand, and rushed forward, even the person pounced on the feet of Al Slen, stabbed into the soles of Al Sileng's feet, and nailed the burning man to the ground. Let Alslen roar and roar, clutching the blade, one blade slicing the palm of his hand, and the blood flowed for a long time.

The flesh and skin on Arslen's body burned, and the roar became weaker and weaker, and finally he fell down with a bang, and the two holes in the eyes emitting black smoke were still staring at the front...... Lu Qiyang, who was less than three steps away.

When Long Feiyi, Lu Qiyun and Alslen were fighting to the death, in the trenches on the other side, Jueyuan, Yang Zheng and others who reacted roared and shot the enemy in front of them. Even when it was too late to load, he took the initiative to kill without waiting for the Mongol soldiers to rush closer. Yang Zheng cut his throat with two knives continuously, and Jueyuan's iron rod shattered his skull continuously, blocking the Mongolian soldiers like a tide of beasts for a few breaths.

It was this precious breath that won crucial reaction time for the warriors of the martial arts team, throwing down their weapons one by one, working in pairs, and picking up the heavy melee murder weapon at their feet, the ancient version of the flamethrower, the fierce fire oil tank.

In the Southern Song Dynasty, the fierce fire oil tank has been widely used in water (sea) warfare, and a large number of warships of the Song and Yuan armies were burned during the naval battle of the mountain. Zhao Lie, who attaches great importance to weapons and equipment, led the martial arts team to stick to the danger, and naturally would not be equipped with this kind of large-scale killing weapon, and at the same time, it was also equipped with a small flamethrower that was easy to move, and the fierce fire gourd, so that Lu Qiyang made a miraculous achievement with this.

At this time, the martial arts warriors were in groups of two, one ignited the fire, the other pulled the pump, sucked the air, and then pushed violently, and the fire oil gushed out through the fire building (nozzle), and was ignited by the fire of the nozzle.

The flames were raging, burning the Mongolian soldiers and ghosts crying wolves and jumping around. Some of them rolled all over the ground, but they could not extinguish anything; Some were burned to the point of not knowing their direction, and rushed down the cliff with a howl; Some of them staggered into the oil ditch, and the flames rose to the ground, burning more violently, and the air was filled with a smoky scorching stench......

The frenzied Mongol soldiers were stopped by the even more crazy flames, and they looked desperately at their charred lieutenant Arslen, and the bloodied main general Wanzhidu, who no longer had the courage to charge.

In the stone pavilion in the middle of the mountain, Zhao Lie and Ma Nanchun combined their guns, one step at a time, and the Mongolian soldiers did not dare to show their heads. The two quickly reached the edge of the cliff, one with a shotgun bombardment and the other with a short knife to cut the rope. With a long series of screams from the bottom of the cliff, the world fell silent......

Zhao Shotgun propped up the ground, lowered his head and stared at the complete man who seemed to be soaked in blood and dying: "You failed—you failed." ”

His whole face was full of bullet holes, his flesh and blood were blurred, and his appearance was terrifying, he swallowed a mouthful of blood, and with the last bit of strength of his life, he squeezed out two words from his throat: "Good...... Gun ......"