Yang Wushu patted Chen Shimin's shoulder and grinned: "Brother Chen, I blame you for my mistake." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Most of the Han army was born in the forbidden army, and Chen Shimin had more or less heard the names of Yang Wudi and Guo Xixia, and most of them also knew Yang Wudi's personality, and said with a wry smile: "Lao Tzu is not going to work hard, it seems that he really can't afford to be your big brother." ”

"Hehe," Yang Wudi thought he was an honest man, and the implication was that he had already agreed.

Chen Shimin shook his head: "Lao Tzu is also poor and afraid, go crazy with you two boys, mix some wine and money, and you two boys will help Lao Tzu keep accounts when the time comes." ”

Everyone was not afraid of death, and the ship was so lively that anyone who knew or heard the name in the past would cause a burst of cheers, and when everyone settled down, Chen Shimin ordered the warship to sail towards the Mongolian boat.

Lin Zaixing frowned tightly, thinking about the timing repeatedly in his heart, the original plan could not be implemented, but he didn't expect that he would hesitate when the opportunity came.

"Hold on, hold on, hold on." Lin Zaixing secretly cheered himself up, he knew that the time had not yet come, since he had an opportunity, he must seize the opportunity and seize the opportunity.

This battle is destined to go down in history.

The Song army's boat is the focus of attention, and there are at least seven or eight Mongolian warships besieged near the boat, although the boat is much higher than the Mongolian warship, but the rabbit cubs want to make meritorious service and want to go crazy, everyone climbs with the help of ropes under the protection of bows and arrows, the bows and arrows of the Tartars are much faster than the crossbow arrows of the Song army, and soon many Tartars climb onto the boats.

Although the crossbow arrows of the Song army were strong and condescending, there were too many tartars, and the archery skills were excellent, and no Song army could probe out.

Lin Feng just stepped out of the lower cabin of the boat, and there were already a lot of Tartars killed in, but fortunately, there were many guards on the boat, all of them were elites, and they had crossbows and arrows to help, but they didn't let the Tartars take advantage of much.

But the problem was that the exchange of crossbow arrows was not fast, and the Tartars were endless, and the boats would eventually fall into the hands of the Mongols.

"Brothers, drive the Tartars out of the cabin." Although Lin Feng is old and has been in the Lin Mansion for a while, after all, he has been in the army for a long time and his experience is still there.

I saw the old man raise his knife and rush towards the most ferocious Tartar, who was carrying a long knife, and there were already three guards around him, but they couldn't even rely on him.

"Come, come, let Lao Tzu kill happily." The fierce Tartar was not afraid, and kept teasing, making the guards around him angry and yelling, but the Tartar long knife was very fast and flexible, which made the guards angry, and he was very smart, so he turned behind the guards to make the crossbow arrows lose their angles.

"Hey, old man?" Tartar looked at Lin Feng who rushed towards him, happy, and said unskilled Chinese: "Old man, no. ”

The Mongols are peasants and soldiers, from sixteen to sixty, it is not for nothing that Lin Feng is so old, but most of them are already generals in the army.

Lin Fengren's old ghost elf, where would he be provoked by the Tartar, I saw him shouting, and the big knife in his hand was draped at the Tartar like thunder, and he had a hard-hitting style.

The guards couldn't help but stick out their tongues, they had all touched knives with the Tartar, and they knew that the Tartar was full of strength, and he couldn't make any money, not to mention, but would make his arms numb.

What are the Tartars asking for? In his heart, he was secretly proud to send another one who was not afraid of death over, and the long knife in his hand also swung towards Lin Feng's big knife.

Seeing that the big knife and the long knife were about to collide, the guards were planning to snatch Lin Feng over when his arm was numb when he was also shocked, but they didn't expect that in a moment, Lin Feng's wrist suddenly turned, and the big knife actually slashed down the long knife.

Tartar was stunned for a moment, but his reaction was not slow, he shouted, threw down the long knife in his hand, and quickly retreated backwards, narrowly exiting the forest enclosure of the big knife.

Where is Lin Feng willing to let the Tartar leave easily, he had a very hot temper back then, and later followed Lord Lu Wende to fight a lot of defeats and suffered a lot of losses, and his temper finally converged a lot, and it was not until he retired and entered the Lin Mansion that his temper finally converged.

Although it seems that his moves are very ferocious, every step is calculated clearly and clearly, which may be the price of experience.

"Kill," Lin Feng kicked forward with both feet, and the big knife in his hand quickly stabbed into the front chest of the Tartar in the blink of an eye, at this time, it happened to be when the old power of the Tartar had been exhausted and the new strength was not born, where could he hide?

"Okay," everyone saw that Lin Feng had already killed the most ferocious Tartar as soon as they met, and his momentum suddenly rose to more than ninety, and where could the Tartar who had already entered the cabin still be able to hold it, so they couldn't help but retreat to the deck.

At this moment, suddenly a horn sounded like a howl, and the tartar, who was retreating to the deck, suddenly exerted force, and rushed back into the cabin with all his might.

Lin Feng was shocked, although it seemed easy to kill the Tartar just now, but you must know that he is already an old man in his sixties, and there is not much strength left in his body, seeing that the Tartar is desperate to kill and turn back, he shouted loudly: "Brothers, the Tartar is going to fight hard." ”

There is no need for Lin Feng to tremble, everyone has already seen that the Tartars are going to work hard, and they see that the Tartars are constantly pouring in the cabin, even if they are shot by crossbow arrows as soon as they enter the cabin, they must pounce on the guards properly.

Although the guards are elite and not afraid of death, the so-called narrow road meets the brave wins, and the Tartars have an advantage in momentum, and people continue to pour in, and they are actually killed by the Tartars into the cabin.

Lin Feng frowned, so he had to lift the big knife and continue to surround him, the guards just now had already seen Lin Feng's strength, and when they saw Lin Feng rushing up, they couldn't help but get out of the way.

"Kill," Lin Feng's moves always looked fierce, but his skills were very flexible, and he would beat his opponent in a hurry.

But after all, he is old, his strength is insufficient, and his moves gradually can't keep up, the opposing Tartar saw this, and attacked again and again, where could Lin Feng still be able to resist, and kept retreating, and the nearby guards also saw the situation, and was about to give a helping hand, when suddenly, the opposing Tartar was furious, and took a fancy to a flaw on Lin Feng's left, and the long knife in his hand slashed horizontally at Lin Feng's left rib.

"Haha." Lin Feng didn't retreat, his body twisted flexibly, and he actually blocked the Mongol's long knife with his left arm, and slashed at the head of the Tartar with his right hand.

Before everyone had time to help, they only saw that Lin Feng's left hand had been cut off and fell to the ground, and the head of the opponent's Tartar flew into the air.

"Kill." Lin Feng's legs were weak, and he actually sat on the bloodstained cabin, he no longer had any strength in his body, and all the strength seemed to flow away from his left arm.

Lin Hongsheng took a cursory inspection, although the cavalry's attack just now was short, but one in ten crossbowmen were killed and wounded by bows and arrows, but the shield bearers and spearmen in front were not killed or wounded, if it weren't for the row of black-clothed Grim Reapers, maybe one in ten casualties would have caused a riot.