After Lin Zeng was captured, although everyone didn't say anything in front of Lin Feng, they thought in their hearts that he had already surrendered to the Mongols with Yang Sheng, and Lin Feng also knew that the pain in his heart was more fierce than ever, and he wanted to prove that he was not a person who was greedy for life and afraid of death, of course, his son was not. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He thought he would be proud of his son, that his destiny would be his son, and that his destiny would be his son.

"Haha, little Mongolian thief, come on, come to Lao Tzu." Yang Invincible looked up to the sky and roared.

With the strength of the side of the ship and his own skills, Yang Wushu took it by surprise and killed three people in a row, but luck did not patronize this brave sword and axe man again, after attacking and killing the Mongolian Tartars, other Mongolian Han soldiers had already surrounded Yang Wuving, and more soldiers poured out of the cabin.

Obviously, Yang Wuving's ferocity made the Mongolian sailors feel the pressure, and everyone had to put him to death, or they were afraid that they would not even be able to keep the boat.

"Okay, come on, come on, poor little Mongolian thief, come to Lao Tzu." Yang Wushu is very arrogant, he has to be arrogant, he hasn't completed the task yet, he doesn't do anything with the silver, that's not his style, reputation is more than life, he is more willing to exchange his life for his glory.

The Mongolian sailor was very angry, you must know that anyone who is a leper hates others to say that he is bald, and he forgot his ancestors and surrendered to the Mongolian Han soldiers, so he naturally did not want others to be Han thieves, although Yang Wushu was not wrong.

Moreover, the Mongolian Tartar who supervised was killed in front of him, but the Mongols pursued it, and he couldn't finish eating and walking, plus the anger in his heart had been provoked by Yang Wushu to burn himself, where was he still afraid of life and death?

"Closer, closer." Yang Wudi's left hand was a little pale because of the excessive force, and if you looked closely, you would also find that his left hand was a little trembling, and the green tendons of his right hand holding the big knife were exposed.

"Phew", Yang Wushu suddenly shouted, pushed hard with his left hand, kicked his feet forward, and rushed to the exit of the cabin at a very fast speed.

With a "bang", the soldier who had just bent down and walked out of the cabin had not yet reacted, but was actually grabbed by Yang Wushu by the collar, and the big knife rested on his neck, and with a slight pull, blood gushed out of his throat.

"Close, close, give Lao Tzu closer." Guo Gelu shouted loudly.

"It's too close, it's going to hit."

"Damn, it's better to bump into it, don't you have long eyes? Bump into whom, who's afraid of whom. Guo Gelu roared, he saw that Yang Wushu actually wanted to block the cabin, his courage was really terrifying, you must know that on the deck of the Mongolian warship, there were five Mongolian Han troops.

Obviously, the reason why Yang Wushu blocked the cabin was that he hoped that he could help him sweep away the Mongol and Han troops on the deck, but the warship shook too much, and he tried to shoot arrows several times without success.

"Jump, jump for Lao Tzu." Guo Gelu let out a loud shout and jumped vigorously at the Tartar warship with a long knife.

"Poof", the moment the long knife touched the ground, Guo Gelu jumped up like a slingshot, and the big knife in his hand swept forward, only hearing a few "ping-pong" sounds, and a roar came from his ears.

Guo Gelu cated and rushed forward directly, with a "snort", Guo Gelu felt a sharp pain in his back, saying that it was too late and that it was too fast, Guo Gelu had already come to the door of the cabin.

Only then did he have time to look up, only to see that the nameless Mongol and Han troops on the deck were caught off guard by themselves, and now they had all spread out and surrounded the two.

"Grandma's, Guo Xixia, who asked you to come over." Yang Wushu carried the corpses of Mongolian Han soldiers to block the cabin, and roared: "You are an archer, who will let you come." ”

Guo Gelu smiled: "Lao Tzu is here, can't you drive Lao Tzu back." ”

Yang Wushu looked at Guo Gelu and suddenly smiled. Life and death together.

There is only one way for infantry to deal with cavalry: hold the formation.

Lin Hongsheng has been familiar with military books since he was a child, the biggest difference between him and Liu Shirong is that he thinks he is a Confucian general, and Liu Shirong is a military general, he looks down on Liu Shirong, he even looks down on Lin Wenlong, what he admires most is his boss Lu Wende, he thinks that Lu Wende is the most outstanding representative of Confucian generals.

The one-man high rejection horse made a strong defense line, as well as the uneven tripping horse line made of boxes for carrying earthen canisters and tiger squat guns, and the tripping pit dug by the death squad, with more time for the striker to buy them with his own life, Lin Hongsheng felt that he had done his best.

Behind the rejection of the horses was a neat row of shields, behind the shields was a neat row of spearmen, and behind the spearmen were three neat rows of crossbowmen, who believed that even if he was going to die, he would inflict maximum casualties on the Mongol Tartars.

God has destined that he will go down in history, isn't this exactly what he wants to pursue? It's just that in the future, my old mother doesn't know who will take care of her? Maybe the surviving brothers? Hopefully, we will survive.

There were 3,000 strikers, and less than 100 enemies were killed.

If it weren't for the black-clothed team behind him, he felt that the remaining soldiers would have collapsed, but even so, it was not far from collapse, in case the rejection line was forced, that is, when Lin Hongsheng perished, he would be ruthless to block his own brother from the rejection, he would not allow failure, he would keep his promise.

"Come on, come on." Lin Hongsheng looked at the Mongolian cavalry that was gradually accelerating, and a faint light appeared on his face.

"Tiger squat cannon, tiger squat cannon, put." Lin Hongsheng waved his hand, the galloping of the war horse covered his shout, and the guards beside him took a step forward and hung the windproof lamp not far from him, and the tricolor flag in his hand kept shaking.

"Bang" several times in a row, the Chinese army's tiger squat cannon erupted the anger of revenge, although the tiger squat cannon accuracy is limited, but there are still many artillery fallen among the cavalry, killing many cavalry, even many Mongolian war horses were blown up, the fire of the artillery also caused a trace of riot in the cavalry.

The speed of the cavalry was too fast, although the Tiger Squat Cannon caused some cavalry riots, but the number of Tiger Squat Cannons was insufficient, only thirty-six, obviously could not be a decisive factor hindering the advance of the cavalry, although the speed of the cavalry slowed down slightly, but it still quickly left the range of the Tiger Squat Cannon.

"First row of crossbow bolts, ready." Lin Hongsheng shouted, and the tricolor flag under the windproof lamp changed rhythmically with Lin Hongsheng's military order, and then, the Chinese army shouted a burst of shouts: "The first row of crossbow arrows, ready." ”

"Come on, come on." Lin Hongsheng stubbornly calculated the distance of the cavalry, but the first galloping war horse suddenly stumbled, and when he screamed a few times, Lin Hongsheng shouted: "Release." ”

The credit of the stumbling horse pit, the most cruel pit to the war horse, is only the size of the horse's legs, when the war horse does not pay attention to stepping on it, because of inertia will break the horse's legs, the two sides will never use this method if they are not deeply hated.

"Snort", "snort" a few times, the powerful crossbow arrows flew towards the cavalry like flying locusts, because there was a rejection line in front, the crossbow archers were also a lot more stable, and the head was also much higher.