Tojo Kusa Chicken was stunned to see the two ironclad cars rumbling in, and immediately came out and shouted: "You cheat, you ......"

Before he could finish speaking, a buckshot shot out of the fire and hit the board on the side of Tojo's chicken's face, so frightened that the boy flipped over with a heel. (8) (1) Δ 『Δ』Chinese Δ Net┡.*81.

A musketeer in the Ming army camp smiled awkwardly, and said with the contemptuous gazes of the people around him: "Lao Tzu just wants to scare him, what do you see, didn't Lao Tzu take ten rings when he shot the target that time?" ”

More than 200 people entered the duel venue with a smile and immediately set up a formation.

At this time, the Liaodong Iron Cavalry had completely abandoned their war horses, and each soldier was draped in two layers of armor, completely using himself as a meat shield, and fully guarding the crispy musketeers who were less than a hundred.

And the two huge armored fighting vehicles moved forward slowly, acting as a fortress for the entire team.

Mobility was completely abandoned.

More than 200 people were divided into ten groups, and five or six ironclad men guarded two or three musketeers to form a small combat group, and there was no problem at all in attacking from afar and in close combat.

"Brothers, protect the brothers of the Shenji Battalion, this gambling fight will be regarded as our brothers' hunting!" Zhao Dezhu's breastplate that he knocked with his fist slammed loudly and shouted.

Suddenly, the musket rang out, and it was the soldier of the Shenji Battalion who had just released the gun. This interrupted the atmosphere very much, and caused a burst of unhappiness.

"What do you see, brother, are you not happy to get the first drop of blood? Virtue! ”

With the first gunshot, there was an immediate chain reaction, and countless Japanese slaves began to swing between the alleys of the houses, leaving the hiding places they had chosen before, which seemed to be believable, but their hearts were really unbelievable.

This time it became lively, dozens of muskets began to spray, and the air was immediately filled with the smell of gunsmoke.

But the results of the battle were obviously scarce, and a few unlucky ones were hit in the body and lay on the ground wailing.

As the Ming army advanced, the road became more and more tortuous, and the Ming army had to be separated from the tight formation and divided into one small team after another to advance into the tortuous and complicated road.

As for the two ironclad chariots, two avenues were selected to move forward.

I have to say that Tojo Kusa Chicken has the mean little cleverness of a barbarian. As the leader of the Tojo Walled City, he certainly knew where his walled city was prosperous and where it was poor. Tojo Castle happened to be the poorest part of their Tojo Walled City, with all kinds of simple houses.

The roads were rough and high, and the only two avenues were barely accessible to the trucks carrying grain.

However, such a disadvantage is not enough to make Zhao Dezhu admit it. Since the two fortresses can't get in, let them stay at the intersection, and shoot as long as they see the fleeing Japanese slaves.

In the face of the Ming army's advantage in attack distance, Tojo Grass Chicken naturally would not stupidly pull away and wait for the gun.

Relying on the home field advantage, the samurai of the Tojo family quickly moved between the dilapidated houses, coming and going like ghosts. Every now and then, they would emerge from a corner, poke a knife and disappear into the rubbish.

Zhao Dezhu was very unhappy in his heart, there was a very bold Japanese slave who suddenly got out from under the wooden plank, and stabbed his leg fiercely, if it wasn't for the double armor he wore today, I'm afraid that one leg would be scrapped here.

Since then, Zhao Dezhu has paid more attention to the ground, and as he expected, as soon as he entered the next room, a Japanese slave who was clinging to the beam reflexively came down from above and slashed at his head.

"Good boy, I wanted to catch you for a long time, and I gave you a chance that you didn't know how to run, so I won't have such good luck this time!" Zhao Dezhu burst into a shout, and he didn't use the big knife in his hand, he directly blocked the Japanese knife with his arm armor with his cross arm, and then went up, pinching the neck of the Japanese slave with one hand.

"Just ...... Just...... That one...... No...... Not me! After Zhao Dezhu pinched his neck, he was pinched off his neck.

Zhao Dezhu casually threw away the corpse, glanced at the slightly twitching slave in confusion and muttered, "Wrong? Fuck it, you slaves are all the same in Lao Tzu's eyes, three-inch Dinggu bark, phew! ”

After entering the rows of houses, the battle became obviously fierce, and the musketeers' flint guns were obviously affected, and they didn't dare to let go of their guns at all, and the main output was all on the heavily armored Liaodong iron cavalry, and the firearms in their hands could only be used as iron hammers occasionally.

The defensive circle composed of Liaodong soldiers in iron armor was not airtight after all, and people began to be injured. The hardest-hit area is the soldiers of the Shenji Battalion wearing light armor.

The sword is also sharp, and although it can't hurt the heavily armored soldiers when killed from an unexpected angle, the soldiers of the Shenji Battalion did cut a quasi-child, and more than a dozen people were injured in a short period of time, among which there were those who were pierced through the body and didn't live anymore, and most of the others became disabled, barely able to save a life.

Unable to accept their brother's constant injury, the soldiers of the Ming army were completely angry, and they no longer wanted to wander around in the labyrinth-like model house, so they walked out of it one after another. Later, when I came across an empty house, I asked directly: "Is there anyone?" ”

If someone returns it, and no one responds, one or two Buddha Anger Tang Lian will immediately throw it in. Regardless of his charm, all of them were shot into a sieve in the flying iron beads. The power of this thing has now reached the point where even an inch-thick board of wood can penetrate it.

This gambling fight lasted from noon to afternoon, and by the time the sun set and the moon rose, the Ming army still had not completely cleared out the two hundred Japanese slaves.

In the darkness, the combat effectiveness of the soldiers of the Shenji Battalion was weakened by half, and they couldn't see clearly where the enemy on the opposite side was, and the weapons in their hands were useless.

In desperation, he had to use the dilapidated houses to ignite a raging flame, and the surrounding dozens of meters were as bright as day, barely reaching the combat standard.

But at this time, the fighting power of the Japanese slaves was greatly strengthened. Among the two hundred people of Tojo Kusa Chicken, there are still dozens of second-rate ninjas who are stationed in the rear and are lucky not to die. When the night was dark and the wind was high, their combat power was completely unleashed.

The body is weird, the reminder is erratic, and it can always get out of unexpected places, and if it misses a hit, it will be thousands of miles away, more cunning than a fox, and more vicious than a snake and insects.

There was a Liaodong soldier in heavy armor who was unconsciously left alone, and his eyes patrolled the surroundings trying to show a little bit of the existence of the Japanese slaves.

His eyes are bright, and his six senses have become very sharp after years of fighting, and even a mouse running away may not be able to avoid his gaze.

The steel knife in his hand is his reliance, and just now with his own skills and weapons, two of the Japanese slaves who sneaked up from the side have been killed by him under the knife.

Slaves, don't worry!

Suddenly, there was a soft sound in the house on the left, and he immediately turned around vigilantly, and hit his hand until he was ready to swing it out and take down the next drop of blood.

But soon he regretted it, and the slight sound of breaking the air behind him and a trace of coldness on his neck soaked his chest!