There was chaos at the front of the battle line, hundreds of soldiers of the Shenji Battalion were surrounded and beaten by tens of thousands of people, and there was no need to say how dangerous the scene was. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The key is that the men and horses on both sides are mixed, and the thousands of soldiers of the Shenji Battalion behind them can't shoot happily at all, and they always have to worry about whether they will shoot their comrades.

The gunfire was scattered, although it also took the lives of hundreds of Japanese samurai, but seeing that the hundreds of soldiers of the Shenji Battalion who were surrounded and beaten were also about to die tragically at the hands of the Japanese slaves, they had no way to save them, and for a while the crowd was furious, and they rushed out of cover to rush up to fight hand-to-hand.

But the soldiers of the Shenji Battalion only have a two-foot-long military spur in addition to the flintlock pistol in their hands, and they will definitely not be the opponent of the murderous Kyushu samurai in hand-to-hand combat.

Seeing such a situation, Zhao Dezhu, a guerrilla general of the Liaodong Iron Cavalry, let out a shout: "Brother of the Shenji Battalion, live!" Brothers of the Liaodong Army, the whole army is in armor, and I rush back and forth among the Japanese slaves! ”

After Zhao Dezhu said this, a thousand Liaodong iron cavalry launched a charging formation in a narrow range.

Hearing the shouts behind him and the cavalry that was ready to go, the spirit of the soldiers of the Shenji Battalion was suddenly shocked, and they fought hard, and the iron cucumber-shaped grenades they were carrying also exploded among the Japanese slaves, clearing out pieces of open space.

Zhao Dezhu took the lead, and the sixty or seventy pound sword in his hand was like flying, and he directly rushed into the chaotic camp of the Japanese.

At this time, the Japanese slaves had begun to bloom in full bloom, and the soldiers of the Shenji Battalion were fighting together, the sound of muskets, the explosion of iron cucumbers, the exchange of military stabs and Japanese knives, the shouts of people after being wounded, the neighing of horses, and the whole battlefield was in chaos.

Liaodong Iron Cavalry 1,000 men and horses formed a torrent, like a torrent of mountain torrents, rampaging among the Japanese slaves, and it was overwhelming to kill the besieged Shenji Battalion soldiers in the farthest distance.

Everywhere they went, countless Japanese slaves flew high with their heads high, their souls returned to the Yellow Spring under the power of fast horses and sharp knives, and their bodies were trampled into flesh under the horses' hooves.

Seeing that he was about to approach the place where he was the first to fight, at this time, more than half of the besieged soldiers of the Shenji Battalion had already died, and only more than 30 people were still fighting to kill the Japanese slaves.

"Brothers, hold on!" Zhao Dezhu's majestic shout rang out, but on the battlefield of tens of thousands of people, it was like a small stone being thrown into the turbulent ocean, and not even a single wave was splashed.

A thousand people shouted at the same time: "Brother of the Shenji Battalion, hold on!" ”

It was like a muffled thunder that suddenly rolled from the sky, and the shallow Japanese slaves of Liaodong Iron Cavalry retreated in shock.

But the Japanese slaves in the distance obviously did not want to give the Liaodong Iron Cavalry a chance to rescue under the command of Okamoto Bulu, and several Japanese slaves with superb sword skills suddenly entered the battle circle, and the Japanese knives were as sharp as the cold wind of December, and they took away several soldiers of the Shenji Battalion in the blink of an eye.

It's no longer possible!

A junior officer of the Shenji Battalion, who was about the captain of this group, saw a miserable smile on his face at the last two hundred paces, and he had already realized that the brother of the Liaodong Iron Cavalry was simply too late.

The dense Japanese slaves between the two sides formed an insurmountable barrier, which was fiercely consuming the speed of the Liaodong Iron Cavalry. If they were allowed to wear it out like this, the thousand Liaodong Iron Cavalry, who were destined to be sent back to a great role in strategy, would probably be besieged and wiped out in the first battle.

Such a result was not something that Zhu Houzhao could bear, let alone all the sergeants of the expeditionary force.

"Shoot where you are weak!" The junior officer roared, "We can't let our brothers get trapped here, we have a way to deal with these slaves." ”

Zhao Dezhu couldn't hear what he was talking about, but from his expression, he could see that these brothers who were still drinking and chatting together yesterday had made up their minds.

The Japanese slaves in front of them were like waves desperately slapping the arrows formed by the Liaodong Iron Cavalry. Zhao Dezhu has killed more than a dozen Japanese slaves under his knife, but the Japanese slaves are still like cockroaches!

There were only twelve soldiers left in the besieged Shenji Battalion, and they were surrounded by groups, as if the iron bucket-like barrier meant that there were no deaths.

"Brothers, let these despicable slaves accept our last wrath!" The little captain of the Shenji Battalion laughed wildly, and a dozen or so soldiers of the Shenji Battalion formed a defensive circle back to back.

A Japanese slave let out a shout, brandished the Japanese knife in his hand, jumped over, and slashed at a young soldier of the Shenji Battalion, who waved a military thorn to block it, but still cut off an arm.

However, the Japanese slave did not have time to enjoy his victory, and the soldiers of the Shenji Battalion, who had lost their arms, threw themselves to the ground, and the remaining arms grabbed the military thorn and stabbed the Japanese slave in the stomach!

The officer of the Shenji Battalion roared angrily, that soldier was the most unsuccessful under his command, and he was usually a little brother who was carefully taken care of, but at this time, he burst out with eye-catching bravery.

"Brothers! We will be brothers in the next life! The remaining dozen or so people pounced out at the same time, and the Buddha Anger Tang Lotus on their waists burst into brilliant colors at this moment.

The blood-colored lotus flower within a radius of one zhang opened instantly, the Buddha was angry and the lotus was born, and the flower bloomed into the other side!

Zhu Houzhao, who was in the Chinese army, watched all this with a telescope, his eyes were cracked, and the metal wall was pinched in his hand.

However, at this time, the Liaodong Iron Cavalry successfully rushed out of the heavy mountains and mountains of the Japanese slaves after losing more than 30 people, which made Zhu Houzhao feel at ease, and thousands of soldiers of the Shenji Battalion scattered in the surrounding dense forests in the distance also came out of the forest and launched a fierce harvest behind the Japanese slaves.

The battle situation is chaotic for a while, you have me, I have you. But the scales of victory had already begun to tilt in favor of the Ming army.

But at this moment, the shepherd boy who had been hiding suddenly changed.

His bones clicked and swelled violently between three or five breaths. With a body of less than four feet, he has grown into a big man with a height of six feet and knotted muscles all over his body in a short period of time!

Mucang Tongzi suddenly changed, suddenly attacked, and smashed his right hand into Zhu Houzhao's head with a fist, and at the same time, a short knife more than half a foot long that was hidden in his left hand also cut into Zhu Houzhao's lower abdomen from a very tricky angle.

All this came too suddenly, and when he was caught off guard, Zhu Houzhao suddenly immersed himself in his mind, took a step back between the electric lights and flints, stretched out his left hand and drew a semicircle in the air, and gently put it on the fist of the shepherd boy.

Wudang boxing Taijiquan's bird's tail!

Zhu Houzhao, who had not done anything with anyone for a long time, was full of anger, grabbed the fist of the shepherd boy's fierce attack, and pulled it, and the monocular in the other hand had already picked the mucang boy's chin.

With a bang, metal resonated and sparks flew everywhere.

The shepherd boy staggered away.

"Good means! I didn't expect this to be what you are. Zhu Houzhao said coldly.

"Hehe, I didn't expect it!" Mucang Boy laughed, his eyes full of pride: "This is the secret technique of our Mucang clan, otherwise do you think a teenage doll can lead such a big family?"

Hahahaha, what about the noble and warlike Mingren? As long as I take you, these tiger and wolf armies of yours will belong to me, and the unification of the world is just around the corner! (To be continued.) )