Chapter 118: Bloody Battle on the Fifth Floor

When I was nervously preparing inside, I didn't see the so-called arrows raining down in the film and television, but I heard someone outside shouting at the top of his voice:

"We don't mean anything, we just want to find something to eat, open the door and eat something hot, and never bother."

The headless corpse was thrown in the courtyard, the blood had begun to condense into ice, there were already three dead people, how could they be good, those iron men on the platform were the most courageous and willing to fight, and they were already holding long knives and axes in their hands and waiting for the other party's attack.

Several carts had been pushed by the old officer to the back of the gate, where there were originally stones there, and they had already been hit by the bandits once.

The voice of the shouting outside was quite strange, and Jiang Feng sounded like the accent of those modern foreigners who were learning Mandarin with their tongues. The person who shouted paused, perhaps because there was no reaction inside, and continued to shout:

"We have more than 500 people here, if everyone tears their faces, you will definitely die without a place to be buried, if you open the door to give us hot food, the men on the grassland swear with the incomparably noble Immortal Heaven that they will not hurt you."

More than 500 people!? As soon as these words came out, the people inside shook again, Jiang Feng held the Pu knife in his hand, Zhang Liang and Tie Dan held a big shield, the shield is also a recently created product, and walked to the back of the house where Orion was hiding, and heard a young man whispering to his companions there:

"Boss Yang, the Tartars all said so, and now there is a lot of food in the Zhuangzi, and they can't eat poor if they are let in."

Jiang Feng scolded secretly in his heart, and he couldn't wait to take the knife in his hand and immediately chop this talking fool, without waiting for him to make a move, he saw that Yang Da was already holding the longbow he was carrying behind his back and drew it, the bow body was originally a very tough material, and it was a deep purple mark on his face.

Yang Da scolded in a low voice:

"You are covered with oil, let the tartar come in, even you and your mother will cook and eat for you, or Lao Tzu will chop you up and throw you out, maybe you don't have to come in when you are full......"

After scolding viciously, seeing that Jiang Feng had already come here, Yang Da said in a deep voice:

"Master, the Tartar outside didn't take too many bows and arrows, otherwise he would have shot a round inside just now."

Before Jiang Feng could answer, Yang Da bent down against the root of the wall and was already on the top of the stone house, and suddenly stood up, the big bow in his hand was already full, and an arrow shot out, and there was a scream outside. Yang Da quickly got down from the top of the stone house and said to Jiang Feng:

"There are torches in the woods on both sides, and they should be building ladders and crashing wood to rush the door, and everyone is going to fight tonight."

Jiang Feng felt a little strange, why wasn't he afraid, when he came to this world, he still had never killed anyone, according to reason, wasn't he nervous when he went to the killing field for the first time, why didn't he even sweat a little when he held the handle of Pu's knife. Yang Da looked at himself as a person in the Zhuangzi, and many people showed a wavering look in their eyes, Yang Da sighed and said:

"Our father's children are all in the city, and there are still people to take good care of them when they die here......"

There were also more than a dozen people leaning against the wall who did not continue to speak, and then the person closest to the stone wall held a bow and arrow and walked up to the stone house.

There were no bows and arrows for a long time, and the iron men above the stone house stood up with shields in their hands, and looked down, and found a corpse lying not far away, with a bow and arrow nailed to its chest, and some people standing quietly behind it a little farther away.

Suddenly, I heard a shout from the crowd standing below, and the three long ladders were each carried by seven or eight people, and rushed towards the stone wall of the stone, although the iron men on the wall had not yet engaged, seeing this momentum, they still retreated back, if it were not for the wide roof of the stone house, this would have fallen.

The old officer had already gone up to the roof, holding a spear in one hand and a whip in the other, and shouted:

"If you have the courage to guard on it, don't be a gutsless one, go up, and if you come up, take a knife and look down, and stab it with a spear."

Yang Da led more than a dozen hunters to go up to the wall, extremely skillfully in the gap in the shield with a bow and arrows, and shot out, the horse bandits who were originally holding a long ladder were rushing up from below, Yang Da their bows were strong and sharp, and those who rushed over had at most a small round shield in their hands, and they were immediately shot down by more than half.

But at this time, I didn't care so much, the Tartar cavalry wearing leather robes behind them, wielding scimitars in their hands, and short axes screamed and rushed up, and those who rushed to the front directly picked up the ladder. Their spies had already seen several carts full of stuff into the bar.

The leader Darul has already promised to fight this, and the things in it will not be divided, all of which will be distributed by the following, and he also said that the village in front of him is so heavily guarded, there must be a lot of gold and silver treasures in it, and after doing this vote, he can return to the grassland with glory.

The distance was already very short, and before the second arrow of the hunters above could be fired, the first horse bandit had already climbed up brandishing a long knife.

It's just that his body only came out of half of it, which fully proves the truth that the gun hits the first bird, three spears and two big knives hit at the same time, and they were immediately planted, and the people behind didn't care at all, and continued to rush up, Yang Da They knew that in this case, it was also crowded on it.

They went down one after another to change into hand-to-hand combat weapons, and stood in the courtyard waiting for the rotation, but unexpectedly, although the wall was chaotic, but none of the Tartar horse bandits could rush up.

This is a life-saving guy who has built himself for himself, and he is extremely attentive, and the knife of the Tartar horse bandit touches them, and he can't even hurt a skin, but the sharp knife and gun greet the body of the Tartar without even a piece of leather armor, and it is immediately a bloody big hole.

Luo Yi is one of these young people, born in a craftsman in Tianjin, but he has been a dead father and mother since he was a child, and he grew up with his uncle's blacksmith shop as a helper.

When the old officer came to train, Luo Yi was also the hardest one, and he was the first to react to the incoming horse bandits who shot at the bow at night, and he was also among the thirty people sent by the old officer to the wall. He stood at the front with a shield, and when the first horse bandit rushed up, Luo Yi saw the bloodthirsty beast expression on the other party's bearded face, and trembled and waved the big knife in his hand.

The other party also waved it with a scimitar and chopped it on Luo Yi's wrist, Luo Yi trembled fiercely in his heart at that moment, but when he came back to his senses, he was safe and sound under the protection of the bracers, but half of the other party's head was cut off, and the iron doors on the wall were all in this mentality.

Covered in armor and armed with sharp blades, they and the almost defenseless Tartar horse bandits, with the help of the convenience of the terrain, even if they were injured, it was difficult, the more they fought, the more confident they became, and their movements gradually stabilized.

More than 20 people were killed and wounded, and the Tartars' offensive slowed down all of a sudden, and the iron men above were still young men after all, and when they saw the enemy retreating, they immediately cheered there, and a few of them raised their shields to demonstrate and shout here, and the old officers in the back immediately scolded in panic when they saw it:

"Raise your shield ......"

It was already too late, and the few people who raised their shields had already covered their faces and fell, and the excited irons who were there knew that they were now on the battlefield, and their excitement turned into panic, and they immediately squatted down with their shields, and the retreating Tartars were a little quiet.

The old officer couldn't help but shake his head as he looked at the young man who was crouching down. However, this was already a good performance for the new recruits who had just entered the battlefield, and there was another roar like a demonstration in the formation of the Tartars, and dozens of people rushed towards the Tartars with their stakes.

The hunters were all in the courtyard, and it was too late to fire their bows and arrows, and all the people of the Tartars could be seen rushing behind the sharpened stake.

"Boom"

There was a deafening noise, and the door that the big car was holding suddenly shook heavily, and everyone could see that the gate of the village was definitely about to be opened.

"Are your firecrackers all good!?"

Jiang Feng stood there and shouted at the top of his voice, the seventy iron dings behind him were already holding the tongtong and pressing the gunpowder, ready to place the projectiles, just now these new dings looked at the victory above and cheered, and their morale soared, but then they saw that a few of their companions who were still talking and laughing yesterday were killed by arrows, and they immediately panicked.

Zhang Liang almost forced them to stand in two rows with a knife, and the old officer saw this situation and knew that the situation on the city wall was no longer possible, so he withdrew with more than 30 people, and saw that the people below were all holding fire guns, and suddenly the fire became louder, and shouted at Jiang Feng:

"Why don't you pick up your knives and guns, wait for the Tartars to rush in, and smash them with your burning sticks?"

"Boom!!"

There was another loud bang on the door, and the firelight outside could already be seen through the crack, Jiang Feng turned his head and shouted at the young people who had begun to panic:

"Give me the firecracker in your hand, Zhang Liang! Yang Da! , whoever doesn't do my word will cut off his head for me!! You men with knives and guns flash to the side and get out of the way. ”

Zhang Liang's words to Jiang Feng were naturally equivalent to a holy decree, holding a double-edged axe in his hand and standing viciously beside the iron dings, there was a young man who slowed down when he stood in two columns, and was grabbed by Zhang Liang, stretched out his hand and smashed the ground with an axe, and a human skull rolled out.

When the young man's close friend saw that his friend had been killed, he was immediately anxious, and he was about to pick up the long knife at hand and fight desperately when he dropped the firecracker.

With a "whoosh", the young man who raised the knife was shot through the head by a sharp arrow, and fell to the ground fixedly, everyone looked back at the source of the arrow, and the bowstring in Yang Da's hand was still trembling.

The people who were a little chaotic just now suddenly quieted down, and arranged in two rows according to Jiang Feng's order—the courtyard could only be arranged with such a width.

"Boom !!"

Half of the doors had already been slammed open.

Daruer was already mad, he never thought that a small stone stone would let him lose nearly forty people, but his heart was faintly more intense, so well guarded, there must be a lot of oil and water to fish, and he had to fight to the death to avenge his warriors, and the benefits he got must be enough for this adventure.

There are dozens of regular cavalrymen in this group of horse bandits, and these people are wearing simple iron armor, and Darul is confident that after these warriors of his own rush over, can these warriors of the other party be stronger or weaker than the elite Mongolian warriors of the border army of the Ming Dynasty?

The scope of the fifth-floor village is not too large, and the heavy wooden door of the stone is more than a hundred steps away from where Jiang Feng and they are standing, and the soldiers under Daruer first hold their shields and pull the cart out of the stone, and slowly pour in, and the stone house is tightly attached to the stone wall.

The warehouses and houses were on both sides, and there was a hillside behind them, leaving a large ground nearly fifty paces wide in the middle, and the Tartar bandits slowly poured in, and the iron-armored Tartar cavalry were chewing jerky in their mouths, which came from the small villages that had been destroyed in the front, there were livestock, chickens, dogs, and people, and these Tartar soldiers in rough armor looked no longer human, but vicious beasts.

Looking at the soldiers quietly lined up at the end of the roadside, the light of the torches could not be seen clearly, but Darur still pouted, the Han people were lambs to be slaughtered without the city wall, and it was useless to line up in formation, so they still killed them all.

The iron-clad horse bandits slowly walked to the front, they were stronger than their companions, and they also had relatively good weapons in their hands, Darul suddenly whistled sharply, and the dozens of people in front of him howled, brandishing their weapons and rushing towards the end of the road.

Darul drew his scimitar and shouted at his men behind him:

"Kill all these goddamn dogs!!" The rest of the people followed closely behind the ironclad soldiers, and they rushed over in a swarm

According to Chen Dahu's design, in the direction where Jiang Feng and the others were standing, there was a large brazier on both sides, which was always filled with oil-soaked pine ming for lighting in an emergency at night.

The distance between the two sides was less than eighty steps, and when those people began to rush, under Zhang Liang's whispered command, the people in the first row lit the fire rope, and according to Jiang Feng's instructions, they counted there in a low voice, and when the number of people in the second row reached ten, they also began to light the fire rope.

Jiang Feng suddenly threw the torch in the brazier behind him, and the raging fire instantly exploded, and the fierce light made the eyes of the ironclad soldiers who rushed to the front dazzle, and their subconscious movements slowed down.

Then I heard a muffled popping sound in front of me, and the dozen or so ironclad soldiers in front felt that their chests and faces were hit hard by a huge hammer almost at the same time, and the people behind were still flashing their eyes were not particularly dexterous, and they didn't notice what was happening in front of them at all.

The sound of the second round sounded again muffled, and the iron men arranged in two rows dropped their firearms and picked up the spears and broadswords at hand, and at this time they were tightly arranged in several rows without orders, the front holding the spears and the back holding the broadswords. The old officer gave an order and rushed forward neatly.

There are houses on both sides of the terrain, because the horse bandits who are in chaos with fire guns have not yet reacted, and they have already killed Tie Ding with a spear in front of him, and the cavalry has no long weapons at all, they are all scimitars and axes. The iron ding under Jiang Feng's hands made all first-class military spears.

The ironclad soldiers were already most down, and the remaining few couldn't even dodge even if they raised their knives in such a narrow terrain, and the rest of their companions were suddenly pierced by the spear, and fell to the ground screaming, and after the spear was stabbed, they threw it away, took out the big knife behind their backs and roared and killed it.

Darul was behind the crowd, the fire was violent, he closed his eyes in time, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that his ironclad soldiers had all fallen to the ground, and the so-called 'lambs' in front of him pounced on him with big knives and axes.

Luo Yi rushed to the front with a big knife in his hand, it turned out that when he was a child, he listened to the old man in the guard, as if he was a demon beast-like tartar, but so, the knife and short axe they used to slash on their iron armor as if they were smashed with a wooden stick, but their big knife used to be flesh and blood.

Almost everyone is like this, the more they fight, the more confident they become, the armor on their bodies is also a fine product in the army, and the defense is extremely strong, plus when Chen Dahu trained them, he used the kind of formation tactics of Jiang Fengwei Ou Zhongxin Hall, in such a space, against the stragglers of the Tartar horse bandits, although there are fewer people than the other party, but when they face each other, they always have an advantage.

The horse bandit and Tie Ding faced each other, and just opened the knife on the opposite side, and the stomach was already slashed by the two knives on the side.

Darul had already retreated to the back of the line, but the gate was now crowded by the people who ran out, and Darul didn't care about the feelings of his compatriots, so he drew his knife and slashed at the front, screaming and wailing incessantly, and the people around him dodged the way.

Now out of the empty road, Darul was just about to run, suddenly felt the sound behind him, he was very familiar, this is the sound of sharp arrows breaking through the air, his back was hit by several huge forces, the strength of his body suddenly disappeared, and he knelt on the ground in front of him softly, Darul saw the four arrows exposed in his chest, and desperately concentrated the last bit of strength to turn his body.

In the light of the fire, more than a dozen hunters stood on the roof and looked at him indifferently......