Just as Ma Xiaoliu was approaching the camp gate, the eight-bull crossbow just now was pushed out again and aimed at Ma Xiaoliu who was running.

Wu Shuang shot the only arrow in his hand at the Han Army Banner that was holding a wooden hammer and smashed it into the machine, and the Han Army Flag was shot down by Wu Shuang's arrow.

The Jurchens' arrows also shot at Wu Shuang, and when Wu Shuang saw someone aiming his bow and arrow at him, he hurriedly threw himself to the side.

The moment he fell to the ground, three sharp arrows appeared where he had just stood. Wu Shuang, who fell to the ground, saw another Jurchen pick up a wooden hammer and smash it into the machine of the Eight Bull Crossbow.

"Little Liuzi! Be careful! Wu Shuang, who had no arrows in his hand, could only warn Ma Xiaoliu, and Ma Xiaoliu, who heard Wu Shuang's voice, jumped forward suddenly.

The huge crossbow arrow shot against Ma Xiaoliu's back, and the crossbow arrow took away the shield and spear behind Ma Xiaoliu's back. also broke the belt of the breastplate, and Ma Xiaoliu's breastplate also fell to the ground at the moment it landed. A wound was cut on his back, and the military uniform on his back was instantly dyed red.

Fortunately, Ma Xiaoliu had already approached the camp gate, and the Eight Bull Crossbow had lost its shooting angle. Even if the Jurchen archers on the camp gate wanted to shoot Ma Xiaoliu, they had to poke out most of their bodies.

The firecrackers of the Changxing Army were not vegetarians, and several Jurchens who wanted to lean out and shoot arrows were killed.

Ma Xiaoliu didn't care about the rain of arrows above his head, he lowered his head and ran towards the camp gate. It's close! It's finally close!

Ma Xiaoliu, who ran to the gate of the camp, fell to the ground, put the explosive bag on the ground, and reached out to pull the rope for the ignition.

At this moment, the gate of the confined camp was opened. Ma Xiaoliu, who was concentrating, was not prepared, the explosives package was pushed away a little, and his hand pulling the rope was empty.

From the open camp gate, a Jurchen armored soldier with a steel knife came out, this person turned his head to see Ma Xiaoliu, and rushed over with a loud shout.

Ma Xiaoliu was just about to pull the rope again, when he saw a figure appear in front of him. The steel knife slashed at his hand with the sound of the wind, and if he insisted on pulling the rope, he would definitely be cut off by the other party.

Ma Xiaoliu, who had no choice, could only shrink back, and the Jurchen armor soldier slashed at the explosives bag.

The steel knife slashed through the explosives bag and made a "poof! Although the explosives package was not cut into two pieces, the explosives package was cut into a large opening. Inside, black particles of gunpowder spilled out a lot, dripping and rolling in the ground.

Ma Xiaoliu: "Ah! With a loud shout, the credit for blowing up the camp gate was gone, and he didn't care about the pain behind him, so he pulled out a short fire bolt from his waist and aimed it at the Jurchen armor.

When the Jurchens rushed up with a knife, Ma Xiaoliu pulled the trigger. The Jurchen armor soldiers fell in response, and Ma Xiaoliu hurriedly ran over to check the status of the explosives package.

He picked up the explosives bag to check the situation, only to see that the explosives bag had broken a hole more than a palm long. A lot of gunpowder has fallen out of it, and I don't know if I can blow up the camp gate.

Ma Xiaoliu was just about to approach the camp gate, when suddenly two more Jurchen armor soldiers burst out of the camp gate. The two men came to kill Ma Xiaoliu with steel knives, and when they saw the two Jurchens appear, Ma Xiaoliu knew that he was likely to be more than lucky.

Shields, spears, cuirasses had fallen on the road, and the handcuffs had not had time to reload the projectiles. The only weapon at the moment was the explosive bag in his hand, looking at the two people who rushed over, Ma Xiaoliu's heart pulled the ignition rope horizontally.

"Don't! Little Liuzi! Wu Shuang's voice also came after Ma Xiaoliu pulled the rope, and Ma Xiaoliu didn't care about the "Zizi!" in his hand. The smoking explosive bag looked in the direction of Wu Shuang.

I saw that the people of the death brigade and the Changxing army mixed together and rushed towards the camp gate, although some people were shot by the feather arrows above their heads, but more people still approached here.

When Ma Xiaoliu saw his companions coming, he was moved in his heart. He had seen the power of the explosives bag in his hand, and if it exploded, there would be almost no living creatures within a radius of ten steps.

He didn't flinch, and rushed towards the two Jurchens with the explosives bag. When the Jurchens saw Ma Xiaoliu rushing up with a lit explosive bag, they all turned around and fled.

As soon as they turned around, the explosive bag in Ma Xiaoliu's hand flashed with fire. In everyone's eyes, the explosive pack erupted from the front breach with flames more than a foot long.

The flames struck the two fleeing Jurchens, who fell to the ground screaming. The cotton armor on their bodies was instantly ignited and became two large torches.

Ma Xiaoliu was also pushed out by the recoil of the jet, and he sat on the ground and looked at the explosive bag in his hand in amazement.

I thought I was going to die with the two Jurchen armor soldiers, how could the ending become like this? Ma Xiaoliu didn't understand, the Jurchens didn't understand, and the people in the death brigade didn't understand.

But they knew one thing, and the gates of the camp were opened. The Changxing army wanted to rush in before the camp gate closed, and the Jurchens wanted to close the camp gate before the Changxing army arrived.

Ma Xiaoliu, who was sitting underground, saw that the gate was about to close, and Changxingjun was still some distance away. He leapt to his feet in the ground, took off his helmet and stuffed it into the crack in the gate.

The gate that was about to be closed was covered by Ma Xiaoliu's helmet, and just as the Jurchens inside the door were about to kick off the helmet, the Changxing army arrived.

Wu Shuang shot an arrow at the door, and a scream immediately came from inside the door. Then Feng Sibao lit a grenade and threw it in, and there was no movement in the door after the loud noise.

The Changxing army opened the gate, and everyone immediately rushed in. Wu Shuang came to the gate to check Ma Xiaoliu's injury, and found that the injury on his back was not too serious, and he poured gold sore medicine to bandage him like a zongzi.

"It hurts! Scholar! Tap! Ma Xiaoliu only remembered the injury on his back at this moment, and kept shouting pain when Wu Shuang was bandaging.

"Just know it hurts! You kid! It's a man, I'll repay you after the battle! You must have a share of this first medal, and others will definitely envy you to death! Wu Shuang said while bandaging.

Ma Xiaoliu grinned and smirked after hearing this, the momentary impulse just now made him do such a crazy thing.

If he did it again, Ma Xiaoliu didn't know if he still had the courage to rush to the camp gate against the rain of arrows, and whether he could resolutely pull the explosives bag.

The battle in the camp ended quickly, and the death brigade did not tolerate any mercy. As long as it is not voluntarily surrendered, it is the result of being dismembered by random blades.

There are thousands of Jurchen family members in the barracks, no wonder the Jurchens here resist so fiercely.

The men of the death brigade treated the captives very roughly, and the slightest hostility was immediately split in half. Many soldiers of the Changxing Army couldn't stand it and wanted to stop it, but they were stopped by Wu Shuang.

"What you see is just one of the things that the Jurchens did to the Han people in Liaodong after they occupied Liaodong. At that time, they didn't know what it meant to be soft-hearted, and now it was time for them to pay their debts! Wu Shuang said.

"But we're not slave-like animals?" Feng Sibao retorted.

"That's why there's a death brigade!"