The heavy cannon was pushed against the edge of the wooden fence, under the fence, with the knife in hand, the Ming warrior crouched dullly and held his breath, listening to the chaotic shouts of the Japanese people getting closer and closer.

On the hillside, Honda Tadashi looked at the pergola with his hands.

When Mao Jue was understanding the Japanese army, the Tokugawa shogunate was also understanding him, whether it was last year or this year, the battle report sent by Kyushu, Tang Kou was very good at iron cannons, every time he didn't get closer, the troops had been shattered by gunfire, but this time, he deliberately sent a small force to attract gunfire in front, but this rushed to the front more than 50 meters away, and there was not a single shot fired.

Could it be that the Tang thief took away all the main forces? But these cannons are not fake!

Just when he was puzzled, in the seemingly empty Dongjiang military town, an old man in his fifties with white hair dragged a Daguan knife, wearing a golden phoenix helmet and wearing a Wenshan armor, and walked to the front of the formation alone, and stretched out his thumb to the warriors who were feint in front of him to attract gunfire, and immediately gestured downward.

A ride? Or in front of the first shogun? Without waiting for Honda Tadachao to give an order, a flag in front of the front had already drawn his katana, and he ran all the way like the old man with a strange scream.

However, turning a blind eye to the surging samurai, the old guy actually closed his eyes, and the angry man screamed and quickened his pace.

The distance was less than one meter, seeing that the sharp katana was about to be cut on the veteran's body, when Sun Chundu opened his mouth in horror, the veteran general finally moved, and the more than 30 catties of the Guan knife were cut out at a speed that did not match its weight, only to hear a click, the samurai passed by the old general's side, but the person passed, half a knife and the head did not pass, the cold light flashed more than half a meter long blade was stunned and pierced to the ground, and the head was still hideous, how far flew out with a grunt.

Indeed, Huaxia does not have a way of drawing a sword, but the ancestor of the knife drawing technique is from the Central Plains, and he has been fighting on the battlefield for half his life, and Shen Shikui is a master among the masters.

It seems that it is a common thing to kill a flag just now, and he didn't breathe faster, indeed, in Shen Shikui's place, killing a short man of one meter and forty-eight is considered to bully him, and then dragging the knife behind him, Shen Shikui's left hand once again hooked forward contemptuously.

The power of this knife really shocked the little devil, and after a while, there was a monk soldier with a turban wrapped in a turban, and also carrying a long-handled naginata knife walked down the hillside, first respectfully bowed to the Buddha with one hand, and then the monk and warrior solemnly put on a posture.

But Shen Shikui still looked indifferent, still squinting his eyes as if he was closing his eyes.

The confrontation lasted for half a minute, in terms of momentum, this monk and warrior should still not have reached home, and he couldn't help but shoot first, this guy should be a master, luck, full of momentum, shouting, the long knife with both hands lying on the handle roared obliquely from the top right to Shen Shikui's shoulder, in the whistling wind, the majesty, as if a mountain could be split.

But Shen Shikui is still so understated, the knife seems to be stretched out slowly, and in the sound of metal handover, he blocked this nirvana, and the strength of four or two thousand catties pressed the broad blade on the slender nagina blade, and the knife was pressed to the side, and the monk and warrior in the horror endured the discomfort and wanted to withdraw the knife, but unfortunately, there was no next chance for him.

Guan Dao pressed halfway, his left hand finally held the hilt, and in an instant Shen Shikui's old face became extremely hideous, exhaling and exhaling, the blade slashed obliquely, and the sound of clicking sounded again, and those Japanese soldiers standing on the hillside saw a red light crossing, and then, half of the body of the monk and warrior fell diagonally.

This time it was not so indifferent, blood sprayed on his face, dripping down his beard and dripping on his chest, and again, Shen Shikui squinted his eyes and looked at the other side.

"Yaga!"

The sound of knives out, this time it was two flags with swords that came out of the army together.

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Click~

The people who fought were all masters in the army, but most of them couldn't bear Shen Shikui's three knives, there were already six corpses lying at his feet, and all the Japanese people looked down incredibly, in the early years, there were fifty-three Japanese invaders who broke through more than 30 counties in several states, defeated thousands of Ming troops, and killed them directly under the city of Nanjing.

Shen Shikui in front of him finally let them know that your Tang ancestor will always be your Tang ancestor!

In the end, all the eyes of the Wajin side fell on Honda Tadasa.

Zhang Fei, known as Japan, wielded a dragonfly cut more than six meters long, Honda Tadashi's experience has caught up with Zhao Yun, and he has fought countless battles in his life, and he has not even left a scar on his body, as his son, or the main general, it is true that only Honda Tadashi is qualified to fight with it.

However, just because a father is a hero doesn't mean that his son is a hero, otherwise why didn't Edison's son invent the electric light? As the youngest son of the Hondo family, he had never been in the last battle of the shogunate in the Osaka Summer Battle, how could he dare to challenge the Tang generals who killed him six or seven masters in a row? Looking at Shen Shikui, who was already a little wheezing but covered in blood, like a demon, and then looked at him, Honda Tadachao waved his military fan in anger, and no longer cared about thinking about what military strategy, whether there was an ambush or something, bared his teeth and shouted viciously.

"Attack on all fronts and kill this old guy!"

On the hillside, the trembling Japanese army finally moved, but this time it was not one or two, but thousands, countless Japanese warriors with hideous eyes, holding high swords, spears, and bee chrysalis rushing downward.

However, once again, this old general Shen narrowed his eyes again.

The messy footsteps, the dense crowd, the cold light like the sword mountain, the Japanese army in the Japanese language was like a desperate mouth, and in a few breaths, the five or six warriors who rushed to the front rushed straight towards Shen Shikui from all angles and fiercely.

But this time, the old guy didn't move, and behind him, someone roared for him.

"Fa Ye!"

Sun Chun's roar almost broke his throat, and the iron gunners who had seen the wet palms of their hands for a long time frantically pulled off the flint machine, and the Dongjiang artillery group, which had always been Mao Jue's main voice, spoke again, this time even the shrapnel that Mao Jue relied on to become famous was not loaded, and it was loaded with the most primitive and common shells of the Ming army, iron sand!

The tiny metal chips even turned red under the incineration of the gunpowder, and none of them formed a death zone thirty meters in front of them, whether it was the carcass, the big armor, the foot or the flesh of the samurai, in this roaring roar, they couldn't even catch up with the paper paste, the sharp katana was eroded and riddled with holes, and in an instant, it was as if ten thousand years had passed, and the front of the surging Shinano samurai army town seemed to have disappeared, and the broken limbs sprayed to the back with blood, and the Japanese people who sprayed were stunned.

In the next second, the same turbulent roar came from behind the fence, the spear held high, the single knife wielded by the wind, and the Ming army, an all-cold weapon, with even more anger, went upstream, and crashed into the Shinano coalition army, and the desperate momentum even made these Japanese people frightened.

They can't help but be angry, yesterday Mao Jue temporarily held a military meeting, and he wanted to take all the main forces to attack the Maeda family, all the main forces! Even Xiongjin's mercenaries from the Li clan Joseon were taken away, leaving him to guard the camp in Jeju Town, what does it mean?

Before leaving, Mao Jue left a large number of mines, relying on the cooperation of this thing and the cannon, it can easily drag on for half a day, but Shen Shikui is not.

They are Shen Jiajun! The Li family's own soldiers have always been the first main force in the Dongjiang River, when did they become a second-class legion? They are pro-soldiers! Is it a fucking rat trembling and defensive? What he does is to fight knives with knives, big guns at them, pure masters who see blood in vain!

Especially Shen Shikui, he didn't rest at all, there was a breath of fire in his chest, a machete flew up and down, and while he was shouting and fighting, he was still roaring angrily.

"Who the fuck is the first army of the Dongjiang River! Let those iron-clad bastards see clearly, kill Lao Tzu!"

The sudden counterattack stunned the Honda Tadashi on the mountain, and incredibly, he watched this fierce man who was a man with a pure cold weapon in front of him beat his coalition army back, and the corpses were tired, and he didn't react for a few minutes, until he watched his son himself smash the stone by the neck and collar, and the knife stabbed into a honeycomb, and the Ishikawa right soldier, who was so anxious that he vomited blood, pulled his sleeve, and the young master of this family came back to his senses, and shouted with bared teeth.

"Beat the drums, order the Sanada troops, the Kurokawa troops to deploy, outflank the Tang thieves!"

The rapid drum sounded, and the stunned Japanese army finally became active, after all, the number of people was several times larger than that of the Ming army, and the black and suppressed samurai army attacked Shen Shikui from the left and right like vultures with open wings.

However, the three divisions of Jeju Town were left behind, and the three divisions also included the five Liu brothers, and when the two samurai on both sides pounced on them cunningly, the rumbling hooves also rang out from the Dongjiang army camp.

There is a saying that on the plain, a cavalry can fight twenty infantry, if the Japanese soldiers have been grouping, Liu Xingzuo may still have a headache, but the army has fought hand-to-hand together, and the scattered formation is simply a heaven-sent slaughter ground for the cavalry.

In the rough long howl of Saiwai Yiding, the cavalry group of the Liu family is like a black sword, directly killing the Japanese army formation, the Japanese people have no real cavalry at all, the Wanli Korean battlefield was repelled by the cavalry of the Liaodong Army with increased artillery, waving high, bloody long knives, once again recalling the fear of being trampled, especially the five brothers of the Liu family and the five murderers, they simply became butchers, excitedly shouting, the knife only dragged a line, and the warriors rushed to the ground where they passed.

More than 10,000 fought 3,000, and in the end it was the Japanese who were defeated, and then under the repeated impact of the Liu family's cavalry and Shen Shikui's deadly blade, they held on for more than 20 minutes, Shinano's samurai coalition completely collapsed, and one by one the guys who shouted to implement the katana threw the proud katana in their hands, and ran to the mountain crying, while fleeing, they were chased behind by Liu Xingzuo wielding a knife, and the corpses fell one after another on the mountain road.

After all, he was old, and the fight also made Shen Shikui sweat profusely, and the sweat beads rushed to his face with his complacent and wrinkled forehead, washing away the hideous blood stains one by one, but the old guy was still fierce, holding up the big knife and shouting dissatisfiedly.

"Come on! I haven't killed enough old man! Three hundred more rounds!"

Listening to his roar, the Japanese army fled faster.

Looking at the fierce and roaring three towns of Jeju, Adriana, who had been watching the excitement on the front line, couldn't help but block the feather fan on her small mouth and nodded in admiration.

To be honest, at the beginning, she didn't approve of Shen Shikui's brutal style of play, but she knew the general situation and knew that there could be no two voices in an army, but now she admired it, Jiang was still old and spicy! This head-on blow, just to clean up the chaotic army, it will take half a day for the Japanese people on the opposite side, and it is indeed much smaller than the passive defense loss next to the camp.

Of course, there are also big risks! But Shen Jiajun has the strength to take this risk!

Sure enough, you can't underestimate the heroes of the world!

Thinking about it, Adriana subconsciously turned her head again and looked back at the mountains of Shinano behind her.

At this time, the decisive battle between Mao Jue and the Maeda family has also entered a white heat.

"Fa Ye!"

The command knife forward, there was another dense burst of gunfire, and then, countless Dongjiang troops fiercely pounced, and the bayonets saw that another group of Japanese soldiers collapsed, and the roars and screams shook the mountains.

Thorough attack from all directions, all-round fighting, Shen Rong's fourth regiment vanguard successively defeated the Maeda family's Saito troops, Longchuan troops, and later came to the top, the tenth regiment Zhao Tiehan attacked from Beishan, defeated the Maeda family's left wing Shibata troops, the second regiment's huge sea from the Nanshan mountain down, and defeated the Maeda family's right wing unbroken troops, when the former Tian Toshitsune rushed to the front line, he had to face an embarrassing situation, all the Maeda family's peripheral troops were almost all defeated, leaving only his lonely Chinese army exposed to the attack of the Dongjiang army.

The Maeda family, who was originally the attacker, had to turn to the ground defense, and was beaten passively, and it was still a dying struggle.

"Attack!"

The little tongue roared out, his face was full of blood, and while shouting, Shen Rong also personally took the lead in the charge, just broke through the two Japanese armies, and the fourth regiment of the fourth regiment, which was in full swing, was also panting and red-eyed, and charged to the hillside without fear of death.

But this time it was not so easy to fight, the scattered Maeda army was concentrated here, facing them was an overwhelming dense iron cannon, holding a heavy smoothbore gun imitating the Portuguese, in fear a large group of iron cannon samurai pulled the trigger, fried beans like a sound, a white mist filled half of the mountainside, after all, it is a hot weapon, especially the Japanese army still has a lot of heavy iron cannons with thick calibers in their hands, even the cold forging cotton armor of the Dongjiang Army is impossible to completely defend to, in the front, the iron soldiers are also lined up and fell to the ground.

"Rush! Rush! They've only had two or three rounds, and they're getting close enough to knock over these bastards!"

In the rage, Shen Rong roared again and again, rushing to the front and brandishing his sword, but by coincidence, two warriors carrying heavy iron cannons aimed at him, and with a loud bang, Shen Rong rolled down the hill like a ball.

"Toji-sama! Retire! Retreat!"

Screaming in horror, the deputy anxiously waved the flag in his hand, and the panicked Fourth Regiment had to retreat.

(End of chapter)