"Jar...... Zhang Hongfan, who was transferred to the safety of the rear camp in ......, finally woke up, his face was like gold paper, his voice was weak, his eyes swept blankly, and he looked at his face one by one, but he didn't see his nephew Zhang Jue.

Seeing Marshal Du wake up, the generals of the Yuan army all breathed a sigh of relief, and several thousands of households vigorously patted the shoulders of the medical workers, showing approval on their faces.

The medical workers were full of sorrow one by one, and they knew very well in their hearts that Marshal Du had been ill for a long time, and his life was about to end, and he fell from his horse, causing heavy injuries, and then he was pressed by a heavy wood, and he was injured on top of injuries, and it was a miracle that he did not die tragically on the spot. I'm waking up now, but I'm back to the light. But who of them would dare to say this? Not afraid of being slashed by the furious general?

At this time, the Yuan general approached and replied: "Zhang Qianhu was ordered to attack, and the Song army did not return. Marshal ......"

"Herald...... Call him back to the camp ......"

"The last will obey."

The Yuan general took the arrow and was about to lift the curtain to come out, but as soon as the curtain moved, a smell of blood came to his face.

The general's face changed suddenly, and the commander of the Chinese army was not allowed to wear weapons, so he could only clench his fists and was about to strike out. The next moment, a face appeared in front of him, but his fist froze.

The person who came was Zhang Jue, who was recalled by order of the general. It's just that Zhang Jue's face at this time is not much better than that of Uncle Nai's Zhang Hongfan, a originally white face has become pale, half of his face has obvious bruises and bruises, and the most terrifying thing is that one of his left arms is completely gone. The wound was only hastily wrapped in bandages, revealing a strong smell of gold and blood.

The Yuan General's face was full of disbelief, in terms of time, the three battalions of Yuan soldiers led by Zhang Jue had just engaged the Dragon Bird Army at most, why was the main general seriously injured as soon as he fought him? How was this battle fought?

At this moment, Zhang Jue didn't have the heart to pay attention to the general, pushed away the generals, threw himself in front of Zhang Hongfan's couch, and cried bitterly: "Marshal Du......"

Zhang Hongfan was dumbfounded: "Your arm ......"

Zhang Jue gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "The last general just came out of the gate, and when he saw that the handsome flag was broken, he was afraid that it would affect the morale of the army, so he collected his troops and returned to the camp, and asked the marshal to march the military law." ”

Zhang Hongfan didn't mention military law, only gasped: "It turns out that he was not injured in a sortie...... Then your arm ......"

Zhang Jue lowered his head: "When the last general was beating his horse and running to the tent, he was attacked by the enemy's iron bullets, but fortunately the guards saved him. The guards will sacrifice their lives, and the last will be ...... with broken arms"

Zhang Hongfan looked up to the sky and sighed: "I can't imagine that my uncle and nephew were killed and injured on the same day under the same sharp weapon......"

Not to mention Zhang Jue, all the generals of the Yuan army changed color when they heard this: "Marshal Du!" ”

Zhang Hongfan was about to say something, when suddenly a large stream of black blood gushed out of his mouth, making him cough constantly, every time he coughed, the lung cavity pumped out the black blood like pump pressure, instantly staining half of the bed, and the tent was filled with thick and pungent blood.

Seeing this terrifying situation, even if you don't understand medical affairs, you can understand that their marshal is afraid that he will not be able to do it. If it weren't for the wrong occasion, I was afraid that the marshal would be so worried that several grumpy generals would have to pull out their fists and beat those medical workers.

Zhang Hongfan's eyes were blood-red, his face was purple, his mouth was ho-ho, but he couldn't spit out half a word, and before he was choked to death by his own blood, he used all his strength to spit out three words: "Chong...... Go out...... Go to ......"

……

"Rush forward!"

At the same moment, Liu Zili, who didn't know that the big camp in the rear had changed dramatically, had already rushed to the top of the mountain, pulled out his double swords, stared at his red eyes, and shouted with his halberd to the side card in front of him.

From Liu Zili's feet to the side card array twenty steps away, the corpses were covered one after another, and the blood condensed layer after layer, revealing a frightening purple-black. In just twenty steps, no less than two hundred corpses. There are more corpses cascading down from the top of the mountain, only the top of the mountain is more concentrated and more shocking.

These corpses are almost all Yuan Army, all of them are his Liu Zili's subordinates, and he doesn't know how many of them died on the side of the Dragon Bird Army. He only knew that from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, more than 300 of his subordinates died, and from the top of the mountain to the front of the side card formation, no less than 200 of his subordinates died, plus the 100-man team sent by Liu Meng in front...... A small nameless peak, with only a few dozen dragon sparrow troops, actually made him pay a heavy price of six or seven hundred subordinates.

Liu Zili has a thousand households, how many troops can he have? After this battle, no matter what the outcome was, his thousand households were crippled.

Liu Zili hates! Therefore, at this moment, when he led the remnants of more than 200 soldiers to rush to the top of the mountain, he swore that he would cut off his head by himself if he did not kill all the dragon sparrow soldiers on the top of the mountain, and he did not need to use the marching method of the marshal!

"Whoever turns back, the captain of ten will be killed; If the ten-captain turns back, the brand head is killed; If the head of the brand turns back, hundreds of households will kill it; I will kill a hundred households who turn back! Liu Zili stared at his blood-red eyes, and shouted at his subordinates who shrunk and shrunk with a cowering face, "Only twenty steps, rush over and live, if you can't rush, you will die!" ”

As soon as the word "death" fell, Liu Zili waved his hand and cut off the head of a brand that was shot in the chest and took two steps back, and the blood rushed to the sky. The soaring murderous aura and ruthlessness made the Yuan soldiers overpower their fear of muskets for a while, and roared and raised the swords, guns, cards, and axes in their hands and rushed towards the already scattered side card array on the top of the mountain.

Liang Ertiao, who was hiding in a half-split broken side card, snorted: "This bastard, shocking people with dead people, damn ......"

The brand was hit by two bullets in the head and body, and he was already a mortal person, but before he could breathe, Liu Zili cut off his head to establish his authority, and he really didn't even let go of the dead.

Xiao Qi, who was hit by an arrow in his eye and was bleeding non-stop, pressed the bandage on the injured eye with his hand from time to time, and hissed: "Team leader, my short-barreled shotgun is out of bullets!" ”

The corners of Liang Ertiao's eyes twitched, this is the fifth fighter to report that the ammunition is running out, and the ten shotgun fighters only carry fifty shotguns each, five hundred high-power shotguns, how can it be enough. I didn't expect the Yuan army to be so crazy that they actually bet on a thousand people.

Twenty against a thousand for an hour was a miracle, and most of this miracle was created with shotguns. A shotgun that doesn't require precise aiming, fires continuously, and strikes in a fan-like shape is a melee nightmare. The more than 200 corpses that fell in front of the side card array were forever silent in this nightmare.

There is no shortage of ammunition for flintlock guns, but if they lack the powerful firepower of shotguns, they can't stop the swarming soldiers at such a close range.

"Hit! Hit to the last shot! Liang Ertiao gritted his teeth and roared, and raised his hand to shoot.

Boom! As soon as the fire flashed, the guards covering in front of Liu Zili screamed and threw away the side cards in their hands, covering their lower abdomen and falling down. Several guards on the left and right shouted their names one after another, but the snorting of the guards became smaller and smaller, and finally fell silent.

The guards on the left and right were all angry, Liu Zili didn't say a word, and the blades of the two knives shone on his face, reflecting a cold.

Bang bang!

The gunshots were incessant, and in the thick smoke, the Yuan soldiers fell one by one.

At a certain moment, the gunfire gradually thinned, and the Yuan soldiers rushed forward in a swarm, knocking down all the sparse side cards. At this time, the hasty gunfire rang out again, but everything was irreparable.

Liu Zili's eyes were ruthless, holding the knife flower in both hands, he rushed forward with a sliding step, the two knives were crossed, the knife light swept by, the musket was cut in two, and two blood lines flew up.

Liang Ertiao held a half-cut gun, a long gap in his breastplate, and blood was constantly oozing, but he ignored it, drew his knife and shouted: "Xiao Qi!" ”

Xiao Qi lay on his back and fell to the ground, his throat was bloody, but he hugged Liu Zili's little feet and bit them when he opened his mouth. Before the teeth could touch the flesh, there was a clang, and a knife pierced through the top of his head and out of his jaw.

Liu Zili's face was expressionless, he drew his knife and shook his feet, shaking Xiao Qi away. He raised his knife to block the slash from Liang Ertiao, and then stabbed the left-handed knife that was still stained with Xiao Qi's blood towards Liang Ertiao's right rib.

The tip of the knife had just pierced between the two ribs of the beam, and a strong surge of oblique stabbing came from it. The bell shook the ground, Liu Zili's mouth was numb, and the knife in his left hand was knocked away from afar. When I looked up, I saw a dragon bird army wrestler, holding the dragon bird army flag, and the blow just now was caused by hitting the blade with the tip of the flagpole.

Liang Ertiao escaped death, but he was not grateful, and yelled at Na Lishi: "Shi Dazhuang, your duty is to take care of the banner!" People can die, but the flag cannot fall! How dare you move the banner without permission......"

Shi Dazhuang hummed and said, "Team leader, you can't watch you being stabbed to death, right?" ”

"You ......" Liang Ertiao was furious, a large stream of blood gushed out from his chest and intercostals, his face was pale and shaky.

Liu Zili's knife was knocked away, he was startled at first, and after seeing Shi Dazhuang's appearance, he sneered, and the knife was attached to his right elbow, and he suddenly approached. Shi Dazhuang raised the pole angrily and poked it directly, Liu Zili bent his elbows and opened it, and at the same time waved his right hand along the flagpole and wiped it down.

Liu Zili's knife is very ruthless, if Shi Dazhuang does not let go, it will be the end of all fingers, and if he lets go, the banner will change hands. But Liu Zili never expected that this full-looking man would actually spread his five fingers and firmly grasp the blade.

Liu Zili stared at the blade of the knife that was stained red by the blood that kept gushing out, and raised his thick eyebrows: "What a gut!" Aren't you afraid that I'll break your fingers? ”

Shi Dazhuang's facial muscles twitched, and he grinned slightly: "I ...... I'm ...... Flag Header ......"

The head of the flag is a team of flag bearers, the flag is in the people, and the flag is destroyed and people die.

Liu Zili's eyes were hard, the hand holding the knife was vigorous, and he even twisted it, but he couldn't turn the handle of the knife, he was surprised, this Song Army flag head was so powerful! Immediately flew up and kicked Shi Dazhuang out, and the big knife in his hand was picked up high, not to cut Shi Dazhuang, but to the banner - cutting the flag, which is the most great achievement.

However, just when Liu Zili's big knife was about to fall, a huge iron cylinder that had never been seen before suddenly rose on the back mountain opposite him, and the black and heavy mouth of the barrel was aimed at him. Behind the iron cylinder, a soldier of the Song Army glanced at him with a look at a dead man, and a red-hot iron skewer in his hand was aimed at the fire door and slammed into it......