Poof, poof, the sound of a spear piercing into the flesh continued. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A heart-rending howl.

There were twenty-four soldiers in the first and second platoons, and they stabbed the spears in their hands with all their might, and the bandits who were caught off guard had at least a dozen of their bodies pierced by the sharp spear tips, not to mention that they were not wearing armor, that is, they were wearing iron armor, how could they resist the piercing of the spear?

These bandits in cotton jackets were stabbed by spears, and immediately there was a huge hole in their bodies, and then when the spears were drawn, blood rushed wildly.

Blood flowed down the tip of the spear that was drawn.

A dozen of the stabbed bandits rolled on the ground, howling desperately, and the pain of being stabbed by spears was indescribable.

In particular, several bandits were punctured in their internal organs, and they couldn't scream in pain, but their bodies were desperately convulsed on the ground.

It seems that the world is quiet, and the soldiers in the first and second rows are a little dumbfounded with their spears, they can't believe their eyes, these vicious bandits are killed by themselves?

Before they came back to their senses, Yang He shouted again: "Thorn! ”

They were instinctive, and subconsciously stabbed the spear in their hand.

Seven or eight more bandits rolled on the ground and struggled, of course, they charged first and later, and it was impossible for them to stand evenly for the soldiers to stand up, so this time there were seven or eight people who were pierced through the body, and some of them had two or three holes in their bodies.

In just the blink of an eye, the bandits suffered more than 20 casualties, which was more than any group of people in front.

Zhang Chugong muttered, "Battle formation." ”

Hu Cheng and Zeng Youyu looked at it, this kind of killing ability, these soldiers in front of him, were they just ordinary refugees not long ago?

Hu Yiyi opened his mouth, with a look of admiration in his eyes.

Yang He's heart is calm, this is the power of team and discipline, upright, fighting in formation, invincible.

Now they are still very weak, and after hard training, often fighting and seeing blood, and having excellent equipment, Yang He believes that these people can become an important combat force under his command.

He encouraged the shout: "Don't panic, put your spears flat, hold them close together, march in formation, one, two, one, two, one......"

The soldiers came back to their senses, many of them were pale, the corpses in front of them, the howling wounded, and the thick bloody smell made many people feel like they were tumbling and vomiting, and at the same time they were excited in their hearts, they could do it themselves, their own killer team, they could also kill the bandits!

Mr. Yang Qian and the other killer team leaders were also indescribably excited, and they shouted loudly: "All close, take the spears and march in formation!" ”

They pressed forward with their spears in their hands, and although they were crooked, they gave people a strong oppressive force, which is discipline and organization, which cooperate with each other to form a whole, and are no longer alone.

In the face of such a force, the courage of the puppet will slowly withdraw from the stage of history.

And in front of them, the bandits flinched step by step, they were all sluggish, frightened, hesitant, holding their weapons at a loss, thinking that they were rushing to the front, but these refugees were just caught in their hands, but they did not expect to become a fierce tiger in the blink of an eye, showing their hideous fangs.

Seeing the soldiers coming, the spears in their hands were still dripping with blood, they staggered back in fear, and some of them stumbled and even dropped their weapons.

In the blink of an eye, the bandits were facing a rout with a frantic and frantic charge.

At this moment, with a roar, a javelin was projected, and in the terrible sound of breaking the air, Cai Daqin, the deputy of the first armor, was just being thrown, and with a "plop", the javelin penetrated his body, and a large amount of blood gushed out of his mouth, and he rolled to the ground in disbelief.

Along with the javelin, there were a few arrows.

"Whoa—"

At the sound of the bowstring, a wolf's tooth arrow struck the front row of soldiers in the front row, and with a loud cry, he threw his spear backwards, and threw his spear into the air.

A few arrows also hit the young man in the front row, causing them to roll down screaming.

There were even arrows coming out of the body, apparently strong bows.

But it was the bandit archers in the rear who arrived with the remnants of the sword and shield soldiers.

Chen Qiuao shouted, he had been looking indifferent, but his eyes were extremely sharp at this time.

He slammed a javelin in his hand, and threw it fiercely, the javelin roared away, and the flesh was pierced with the sound of penetrating people, and a bandit archer only felt a shock to his whole body, and then the sharp javelin penetrated out from behind him, revealing a cold spearhead, and there was blood on it.

The bandit archer was instantly out of breath, a large amount of red blood foaming from his mouth, and a look of extreme pain on his face.

He grabbed the hard wooden pole and tried to pull it, but eventually staggered and rolled to the ground.

A large amount of blood poured out from under him, and his body still twitched from time to time.

Chen Qiuao stretched out his hand, threw it again, and another javelin whistled away, passing directly through the neck of a bandit archer, and rolling down with him.

He stretched out his hand, another javelin, and threw it again.

He threw five javelins in an instant, four bandit archers, and one bandit with a short axe, all of whom rolled on the ground and wailed and struggled.

There are also Hu Zhiyi and Hu Zhiyi brothers, who are also desperate archery, the sound of the air and the arrows coming and going, Hu Zhiyi's close-range play is a little abnormal, Hu Zhiyi is still stable, and a bandit archer was shot in the throat by him and rolled down the grassy slope.

However, at this time, the bandit sword and shield soldiers had already attacked, and there were some strong bandits with revival, holding short weapons in their hands.

The sword and shield soldier rushed forward, the shield in his hand swept, and the spear in front of him swept away, and his body turned, and the waist knife in his hand slashed down diagonally, and with one sword, he cut off the arm of one of the soldiers, and then swept with another knife, and the head of the other soldier was cut off.

Blood splattered in the air, filled with a chilling bloody aura.

A group of them rushed in, and in the blink of an eye, the battle formation was broken.

Chen Qiuao roared, he held the shield, opened the waist knife in front of him, and the long knife in his right hand slashed, a bandit was almost split in half by him, and then stabbed again, the sound of the long knife piercing through his body, another bandit screamed, and a big mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

There were also bandits rushing towards Brother Zhang Zhugong, and at this time, the bird gun in his hand had been loaded with fixed paper tube ammunition, and when he saw him raise his gun, there was a loud bang.

In the smoke of gunpowder, he saw a bandit being sent flying, and then he pulled the rope and rushed towards one of the bandits.

The bandit was in a daze by the loud noise, and when he saw Zhang Zhugong rushing towards him, he shouted and was about to meet the enemy, when Zhang Zhugong's sword had already pierced into his body with ferocious power.

The sound of the blade piercing was terrifying, and the bandit trembled, his hands clutching Zhang Chugong's bird gun, but there was no strength to let go.

A large mouthful of blood poured out of his mouth, and his body fell to the ground with a heavy weight.

Hu Cheng brandished his waist knife to protect his younger brother, and once he had met a bandit's weapon, he stabbed in, and three iron forks came out from behind his body, and the bandit howled bitterly, and he smiled fiercely, and the palladium in his hand was forced, and he was put to the ground.

However, at this time, a bandit with a short axe was about to slash at Zeng Youyu, Zeng You was so frightened that he was about to pull out the palladium, but it was too late.

"Bang!"

There was a loud thud of handcuffs, a thick smoke of gunpowder filled the air, and the bandit flew out, and the blood mist flew and mixed in the cold air.

But it was Yang He who saw that he was in a critical situation, so he pulled out his handgun and gave the bandit a handcuff, saving Zeng Youyu's life.

Once there was a palpitation, he trembled and looked at Yang He.

Yang He looked at the battlefield, and the battle was in a mess, and he couldn't talk about the formation.

He watched Minister Yang, Han Daxia, Chen Qiuao and others fighting with the bandits, swords and shields, etc., but this bandit was extremely brave, and under his leadership, the bandits broke through one after another.

Looking at some scattered bandits, it seems that they want to be copied from both wings, and if they do not defeat these bandits head-on, the consequences will be unimaginable.

With a loud shout from his long sword, he rushed towards the bandit's sword and shield soldier.

The bandit shielded Chen Qiu Aoge away, he looked at Yang He fiercely, his face showed a blood-devouring look, and he shouted violently, and also rushed towards Yang He.

Yang He held the knife in both hands and rushed away, and he shouted fiercely, and the sword light was spreading.

As soon as the bandit sword and shield soldier raised his shield, the long knife was already slashing straight down.

Like a red-hot knife breaking into butter, Yang He's sword was made of stainless steel, the blade was constantly forged and tempered, and the extremely sharp horse chopper cut through his shield, cut through his felt hat, cut through his skull, and then cut it all the way.

The blood mist was filled, all kinds of things flowed out, and this bandit's sword and shield hand was split in half by Yang He.

Yang He still did not stay, and rushed into the bandits again, his long knife danced, a big spin, and his waist strength bloomed with the long knife.

The brilliant sword light flickered, like a round silver whirlwind flashing.

Yang He paused, he held the knife in both hands and held it high.

Several bandits around them stood in a daze, and suddenly blood was spraying from their waists.

Eventually, their bodies split open, and blood flowed out.