Monk Chen had already stripped off the military uniform that had been torn by several bayonets, revealing a wild upper body like a fierce iron tower, allowing the dense torrential rain to wash away the wounds on his body, and his desire to fight made his fierce eyes still fierce and greedy looking at the Dutch who were fighting with his robes. It is like a fierce beast that has just torn and chewed up a prey, but it is only half-full, which only arouses greed.

Beside him, Bai Shusheng, who had an extra bloody wound on his left shoulder, looked around vigilantly with his eyes, and quickly poured out the bullet casing from the revolver and skillfully loaded the bullet. Then another gun that had run out of bullets was concocted in the same way.

Although Bai Shusheng's posture of shooting with a gun in both hands and shooting left and right is obscene like a hunchbacked asthma old man, even Liang Pengfei has to admit that this guy's talent for playing with guns is even higher than his own, and there are not ten or eight of his two revolverss along the way.

Taking a breath and taking off the heavy steel helmet, Liang Pengfei jumped on the sandbag position, kicked away the body of a Dutch soldier half-lying at his feet, and set up a pergola to shield himself from the rain and look to the north, at this moment, the dense raindrops have blocked most of the vision, but Liang Pengfei still captured the north, a group of soldiers of the Liang family army are standing there quietly, as if waiting for something.

Liang Pengfei knew very well what they were waiting for, it was his other half of his personal soldiers, and there were only a hundred personal guards who followed him to charge, and the other hundred personal guards he sent to Ni Ming to let him go to the right flank, and block the opponent's cavalry in front of the position that had already been prepared to stop.

You know, in this era, the cavalry is still moving at their sheer speed, drifting outside the battlefield, ready to launch a deadly attack on the enemy's vital points. Although Liang Pengfei did not know how many cavalry the other party had, he had already affirmed the direction of the opponent's attack, and for the sake of prudence, in addition to burying all the remaining mines, he also transferred a hundred guards armed with revolvers to Ni Ming, hoping that they could stare at the opponent's cavalry and give the opponent fatal damage when the opponent appeared.

More than a hundred cavalry, once they hit the speed and started to attack, their lethality was definitely not something that could be stopped by double or even twice the manpower, so Liang Pengfei had to act cautiously.

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Liang Pengfei glanced back at the soldiers on both sides who were entangled, the shouts of the soldiers who were fighting together were loud and deafening, and even the thunder in the sky seemed to have become much weaker, Liang Pengfei saw that Liang Shuisheng had just cut down a Dutch soldier with a war knife in one hand, and the other wanted to take the opportunity to sneak attack, so he rushed to two steps in front of him, Liang Shuisheng raised his revolver, and after a faint fire, the soldier staggered and knelt down in front of Liang Shuifei, and was beheaded by him with great effort.

The Dutch, who had the advantage in numbers, found themselves very passive at the moment, the other side was indeed not as numerous as theirs, but the other side's assassination skills were quite skillful, almost like a unit that had been shooting with bayonets instead of muskets all year round.

Moreover, the opponent always attacked in pairs, so that the Dutch had an overall advantage in numbers but always felt like they were surrounded by enemies on local battlefields. What made them even more upset was that the other army, with a sword in one hand and a musket in the other, that could fire in such stormy weather, and could fire continuously, was haunted on the battlefield, and no one knew if they would be the next unlucky ghosts.

The command knife on Marbury's right hand has been changed to his left hand, surrounded by a group of Dutch soldiers to protect it, just now, Marbury swung the command knife to kill an enemy who was wounded in the right leg, suddenly a gunshot was heard not far away, if he hadn't subconsciously twisted his head, then, it was not only his right hand holding the knife, but his head.

Marbury gasped, the pain from the shattered wrist bones could not suppress the panic and tension in his heart, from the beginning of the attack to the present, Marbury did not feel that his team had any advantage, and even, he had a feeling of being led by the enemy's nose, watching his soldiers are struggling with the enemy, from time to time someone will always fall injured, and finally, the heavy rain washes away his blood and signs of life.

"Robben, it's up to you, I hope you can use the power of your cavalry as you did on the battlefields of Europe." Marbury closed his eyes and waited anxiously for the other to retreat.

Liang Pengfei spat fiercely. "Send a signal for them to start fireworks."

Monk Chen nodded, took out a whistle from his bosom, put it in his mouth, and the sharp whistle easily passed through the entire battlefield, echoing in the ears of the signal soldiers who were already waiting impatiently under the canopy.

Soon, the flare that lit the fuse rushed into the air with a scream, and the red-orange-orange light was extremely eye-catching in the heavy rain, like a sharp arrow that pierced the dark clouds and pierced the sky.

"Signal, ignition! Fast. After the Dutch soldiers had left, the members of the task force who had returned to the houses saw the red light that pierced the darkness, clenched their fists excitedly, and roared.

Soon, the fuses hidden in the tunnel were ignited one by one, and the bright ignition point of the lead with a continuous sound was rushing to the depths of the tunnel. But they quietly left the kiln, sealed the exit, and quickly disappeared into the storm.

At this time, Ni Ming, like all Liang Pengfei's personal soldiers, held a war knife in one hand and a revolver in the other, and he didn't care about wiping it even if the heavy rain hit his cheeks, he was paying attention to a Liang Pengfei's personal soldier who was lying on the ground.

The soldier closed his eyes tightly, and his ears were pressed against the muddy ground, as if listening for something. "The rain is too heavy to hear clearly, but Staff Officer Ni, the other party has at least more than a hundred riders, and the distance is already very close." The pro-soldier finally stood up and reported loudly to Ni Mingyu.

"Attention, all attention, the enemy's cavalry is approaching." Ni Ming's heart tightened, and he whispered to the soldiers beside him, signaling for the soldiers to remind their comrades farther away, these elites selected from thousands of warriors opened their eyes and looked at the rain curtain in front of them with their keen eyes.

Although they couldn't see the battlefield in the distance behind them, the faint smell of blood and the tense tearing sound were like hormones that could turn them into excitement, and they couldn't wait, and the faces under the steel helmets were full of excitement about to hunt their prey.

Lieutenant Robben gently patted his horse's neck, here, he could already faintly see the distant fire in front of him through the rain curtain, and the crisp gunshot, Lieutenant Robben's eyes were full of doubts, why there were still gunshots on the battlefield, but this doubt only lingered in his heart, and did not show it on his face.

However, he did not continue to advance, and continued to gently soothe the rain-soaked war horse under him, and silently looked ahead, beside him, the Dutch cavalry had been neatly lined up in three columns, each rider holding the reins tightly, and his eyes fixed on the sound ahead.

"The other party didn't move, it seems to have stopped." The soldier who continued to lie on the ground and listen immediately reported the latest situation to Ni Mingyu.

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"They stopped?" When several soldiers next to them heard the news, they couldn't help but glance at each other in amazement. Ni Ming wiped his rain-soaked face under the steel helmet so that his eyes could see more clearly into the distance, his brows tightly locked, but his mind was quickly calculating why the enemy would stop at this time.

"Staff Officer Ni, did they find us and want to bypass our defense?" A pro-soldier leader leaned into Ni Ming's ear and asked his own question.

"Impossible, it's raining so heavily, there's been no lightning for a long time, it's so dark, there's no way to see the distance twenty or thirty paces away, and they will definitely not find out where we are." Ni Ming's lips were already a little purple and white, and the storm was quickly taking away the heat from their bodies.

"Then why did they stop?" The leader of the pro-soldier asked again, but Ni Ming's eyes lit up, and his gaze could not be blocked even by the rain. "They're waiting!"

"They must be waiting for the thunder and lightning, and when the lightning flashes, they can see if there is an enemy trap ahead, so that they can calculate how long their horses have been running, and they can swing their swords in time to cut off our heads." The more Ni Ming said the back, the more affirmative his tone became.

"Immediately spread the word, and all the soldiers crouched down to minimize the chances of being discovered." Although Ni Ming's order seemed a little strange, Liang Pengfei had already handed over the command to Ni Ming, and their personal guards were about to have doubts, and they did not hesitate to carry it out.

The wind blew the raindrops and made the skin of the person exposed to his clothes painful, and the body that had been taken away by the heat of the rain was also trembling, but none of the guards made a sound, and he was meticulously half-squatting, staring at the dark rain curtain with his eyes.

At this moment, in the sky, a long-brewing thunderbolt finally burst out of the clouds, zigzagged and stretched down to the ground, and then, splitting a tall tree in two.

With this miserable white light, Ni Ming saw the situation in front of him clearly, less than two hundred steps ahead, a group of knights who could not see their faces and clothes at all, only the silhouette was left, and the raindrops hit their bodies, rising a faint mist, like a fierce spirit that would stretch out its fangs at any time in the rainy night.

(To be continued)