The sky-high firelight, the air was filled with a crying voice, and the Japanese in front of them were frantically slaughtering the village.

A woman was nailed to the door panel, her limbs were covered with blood, and she kept twitching, blood seeped out of her limbs, her delicate face was bloodless at the moment, her eyes were empty looking at the sky, the body of the widow in front of her was shaking, and there were four or five widows waiting in line on the side, letting out a loud laugh that was not like a human voice.

Not far away, a young child on the side of the road, was lying on a corpse and crying, the corpse was an old man, with kindness in his eyes, looking in the direction of the young child, his body was a terrible knife mark.

On the side, a widow wearing a ghost-faced armor looked crazy, and the snowy sword in his right hand was raised, and he slashed the child's head.

A bloody arrow spurted out, and on that small head, there was a young face, which had already left before he had time to look at the beauty of the world.

The Japanese with the knife is called Kimura Koji, the leader of this group of Japanese people, there was a cry in his ears, but the cry made him laugh arrogantly, this is not the first Ming village he slaughtered, he enjoyed this feeling, this group of weak Ming people, usually so noble, superior among his compatriots, but now the grapes are under his feet, this feeling is very wonderful in his eyes. The taste of those noble Ming ladies intoxicated him, and it was by no means comparable to the group of puppet-like women in the Yamato clan.

Thinking of the life under the fence in Japan, this time in the Ming Dynasty was as beautiful as heaven.

After a while, he also came to the delicate woman who was nailed to the Akito woman and twitched, and said: "Yes, yes, the figure of the Akito woman is better than that of the Yamato woman" He thought of the Yamato woman, the group of women with radish legs, he just hated it. Looking at the numb expression of this Ming woman, he felt bored again, and he enjoyed the way a woman resisted.

"Wait for the Japanese slaves, quickly kneel down and beg to surrender, otherwise there will be no forgiveness for killing!" A clear and beautiful shouting and scolding came, Kimura saw a group of Ming troops in the distance, they were wearing bright red military uniforms, snowy armor, the snowy armor did not make him afraid, but made him excited, the well-equipped Ming army he had seen, but it was just a group of soft-footed shrimp, only pretending, in fact, the combat effectiveness was just like that, but it was not as bold as the poorly equipped Ming army.

"Haha, there are also Ming people who come to die, Yamato's sons, go up," the Kimura shouted, and after a while, more than a hundred Japanese robbers looted all over the village, all of them reluctantly came to form a formation, and they formed a Sichuan formation, and the most fierce Japanese soldiers rushed to the front.

Some of them were wearing the armor of the Japanese ghost face that looked a little nondescript, and more of them were wearing the iron-inlaid cotton armor of the Ming army, and they rushed up with a shiny katana in their hands and a strange shout.

Bai Mo looked at the widow in front of him, took a rough sip, and said, "If it weren't for the lord's order to protect the women and children in the village, I really want to kill them directly, but that's fine." A swarm of ready"

A group of more than 100 sergeants picked up a swarm of bees in their hands and slanted upward.

Nakimura commanded a kind of Japanese cole and said, "Charge! A group of would-be robbers let out a series of strange noises and charged towards Bai Mo's territory. He saw a swarm of bees and let out a series of strange screams, is this group of Ming soldiers looking for death with such ridiculous weapons?

Xiao Chuan, who was watching the battle from afar, had already made up his mind, and the defeated Ming army Qianhu on the side sighed and said: "It's over, don't take advantage of the time when they scatter the cholera villagers to attack the Japanese invaders, at this time wait for them to form a formation, looking for death" He was a little unbearable, these Ming troops gave up the perfect time to attack for the safety of the people, which made him sad in his heart, and Da Ming was another loyal and brave man like himself was buried like this, he looked at Xiao Chuan, and his heart was even more disgusted, they were all stupid men who didn't know what to do.

The Japanese Kou charged, and it had reached a distance of fifty meters, and the cold light of the snow-bright Japanese knife made Bai Mo's eyes a little uncomfortable, and his cold eyes glared, and shouted: "Launch"

One by one, the fire folds ignited the fuse in an instant, and the silent Ming army burst into flames in the bee box in their hands.

After a period of strict formation———— search, the army was shrouded in bursts of orange smoke, and it seemed that a burst of fog suddenly rose, and rockets with a long smell of orange smoke rose into the air with a cacophony of chirp.

What is this, Kimura's eyes were dull, he looked at the arrows in the air that seemed to be dark clouds, sluggish, how could it be possible, how could this group of Ming soldiers shoot so many arrows in such a short time, he was puzzled in his mind, he didn't believe it, he just rushed forward reflexively.

Puff puff puff————

The rocket fell in the horrified gaze of the group of would-be robbers, and they were stunned, this weapon they had never seen before made them not know how to defend against it.

One of the would-be robbers cried and raised his right arm, and a rocket went down his right arm to keep his head, and the concrete behind the gunpowder was still burning, and the rocket that hit his arm wore it with a kind of stamina.

Through his right arm, it stabbed into his skull, like a nail, pinning his right arm to the skull, and the brain spewed out. A strange twist on the hideous face.

There was also a widow who held up a shield in his hand, he was glad for a while, fortunately, he prepared a shield, otherwise this time it would be more auspicious.

A rocket fell and stabbed at his shield, which was pierced like papier-mâché, and he watched in horror as the rocket pierced through the shield and into his body.

The rocket that pierced into his body, and the flames that erupted from the concrete behind him scorched his body, making him feel an indescribable pain, and he fell to the ground and howled, looking at his comrades beside him pleadingly, and said, "Kill me, kill me"

Then a cluster of arrows fell, which pierced his skull, and a stream of brain-red ** body flowed out.

A burst of wokes howled miserably, with a collapsed expression, a volley of fire, all over the place were dead bodies, none of them died, the wound was burned twice by the rocket-sprayed concrete, the unspeakable pain, the howling of the wokou, so that the remaining more than 70 people are signs of collapse.

"Don't be afraid, Yamato warriors, rush forward, rush forward, this group of Akito who can only rely on firearms will understand how powerful we are," Kimura shouted, his eyes shining with fierceness again. "They're running out of that weird weapon, just rush up, rush up, and we'll win!"

"Yes, as long as you rush forward, this group of Ming people will collapse"

"How is it possible, how can the warriors of Yamato collapse because of one round of shooting."

The Ming army rout Qianhu who watched from a distance looked at the corpses of the howling Japanese in disbelief, his eyes were dull, with disbelief, and the cartridges of the rockets on some of the Japanese corpses still had a faint firelight/

A swarm of bees, a swarm of bees, he kept muttering, this kind of firearm used to be the pride of the Ming Dynasty, and it once shined when Li Jinglong fought against Zhu Di's Mobei cavalry, but at the end of the Ming Dynasty, it seemed to have disappeared, and even the firearm soldiers were afraid of exploding and did not dare to try it, let alone rockets.

He said anxiously: "Qin Qianhu, hurry, let your cavalry team come forward, now that the formation of the Japanese is chaotic, you will win if you rush forward, hurry!" ”

"No need" Xiao Chuan shook his head, wanting to see what kind of combat power this Baimo Qin State sword technique, combined with the Ming Dynasty's three-talent array, and the Tang Dynasty's horizontal sword.

"You!" This rout of the army is angry to jump to the feet, or look at the nearby Xiaochuan guards, he simply wants to come up and fight hard, such a good situation, but sigh that the elite who uses rockets is about to be buried, and said, "Qin Qianhu, you have to be calm, don't be arrogant, the Japanese are free to practice martial arts, the Ming army is by no means an opponent, this time as long as you charge the cavalry, you can win, this fighter, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

Xiao Chuan ignored him, which made him even more atmospheric! The cavalry charge will inevitably win, but it will also disrupt the formation of white ink, how can Xiao Chuan see the actual combat effect of white ink training,

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