The sturdy Dutch soldier Yveturner was struggling to pull out the bayonet that had been stabbed at him, and just as he was about to stab back, the bayonet of another Chinese soldier next to him pierced his left rib like a poisonous snake.

Ifturner, who was bandaged in several places, roared and struggled to pick away the fatal blow with the butt of his rifle, but still scratched a wound in his waist. It was the sixth wound on his body, except for the two gunshot wounds, and if it weren't for Yvtena's strength and the fact that he had avoided those wounds, he would have fallen to the ground by now, like his companions, a corpse unstudied.

"Damn it." Iftena can't remember how many times this was a failed attack, those damned enemies always appeared in pairs, and as a famous figure in the Dutch army, Iftenner's assassination skills were quite masterful, but today, he found that these Chinese, who were on average shorter than himself, were just as fierce.

Their assassination was even more tricky, and after they cooperated in pairs, they were always able to make the opponent difficult to deal with in the shortest possible time, Cruyff saw that many of his heroic companions were resisting the opponent's attack for the other party, and when they were about to give the other party a fatal wound, they were attacked by the Chinese soldiers next to them and died in front of him.

The strangely shaped bayonets of the other side were incomparably vicious, and as long as the Dutch soldier was stabbed in the chest or thigh, almost none of them could get up again, and the blood gushing out of the triangular wound almost turned the wet grass into a blood-colored stream.

"Come on! You damn cowards, I'm here, come on, who dares to fight alone with me?! You despicable reptiles, I'll give you a taste of the power of my bayonets! Let you know what it means to fight. Watching his companions fall one by one, Cruyff, who was furious to the extreme, shouted and waved his spear in his hand, like a brave knight in the Middle Ages, challenging his enemies.

However, Dutch is too remote, and although the soldiers of the special first battalion of the Liang Jiajun have studied for a long time, most of them have mastered French, English or Spanish, and they have rolled their eyes at Dutch.

At this time, Liang Ashui, who had just changed the revolver bullet and rushed into the battlefield again, saw this extremely arrogant Dutch soldier, the corners of his mouth were crooked, and he strode towards the arrogant Dutch soldier, while raising the revolver in his hand and pulling the trigger.

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As a bewitching fire lotus flashed, Iftena felt his abdomen tingle, and he lowered his head to see another bullet hole on his tattered uniform, from which Bobo's blood was soaking. "Damn it, damn it." Yveturner's eyes were bloodshot as he smiled at the Chinese officer who was smiling at him.

"Why don't you fight me like a knight." Yves Turner roared wildly, turned the flintlock pistol in his hand into a two-handed heavy sword, and slashed at Liang Shuisheng. "Don't you damned Orientals have a single warrior, all cowards!"

Liang Shuisheng lightly dodged Iftena's attack, then half-spun his body, kicked his right leg hard, and then swung the war knife from back to front from his waist, and a dazzling lightning blade pierced the eyes of the surrounding Dutch.

Iftena's headless body fell slowly to its knees on the slippery grass, and then, falling to the ground, its neck-length severed head flying high, its unwilling eyes wide open.

"Silly B, I don't understand what bird language you say, please think about it in French or other lingua franca before you say ghost calling." Liang Shuisheng spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and landed it precisely on the eyes that Ifuturner had not closed.

"What kind of nerves did this guy have just now?" Mei Acai, who had just pulled out his bayonet from the enemy's chest and was panting, asked his companion Liang Pingshun beside him.

"I don't know, I only know a little French, but I don't know how to speak Dutch, but the battalion commander's knife is really fucking powerful." Liang Pingshun took a breath, reached out and touched the bandage on his waist, just a few minutes ago, when he was fighting with the enemy, a Dutch soldier slashed over and killed Mei Acai, if Liang Pingshun hadn't blocked it in time, maybe both of them would have died there, but the other party's death-defying counterattack still left a knife on his body, but he was hastily bandaged and continued to fight.

"Listen, what is the voice......" At this time, Mei Acai suddenly put his finger to his lips and motioned to Liang Pingshun not to speak. The rain continued, but it couldn't stop the dense footsteps coming to their ears.

Mei Acai turned his head to look south, and in the dim rain curtain, there seemed to be countless black shadows, as well as a metal forest composed of snow-bright bayonets that were illuminated by lightning from time to time, and a battle flag fluttering high at the front of the team, the blood-colored flag, reflected in Mei Acai's pupils.

"Brothers, rush to Lao Tzu!" The fourth battalion of the old Liang family trekked nearly ten miles with difficulty in the storm, crossed the rushing river, and finally arrived on the battlefield. Mei Jinshui, the commander of the fourth battalion, waved the war knife in his hand fiercely and roared loudly at the warriors around him.

"Kill!" The soldiers of the fourth battalion all stared at the blood-red eyes, clenched the spears loaded with bayonets in their hands fiercely, and rushed towards the battlefield!

Not far behind Ni Ming and them, a group of orthodox figures who were originally running wildly seemed to have lost all momentum to move forward after seeing the situation here, and slowed down.

"I said, I didn't catch up!" The familiar and loud words coming from behind him made Ni Ming unconsciously roll his eyes, but his face was more of a smile of relief and emotion in addition to a little helplessness.

"My lord, my subordinates are fortunate not to be dishonored!" Ni Ming saluted Liang Pengfei, who was panting and walking slowly to the front, with a standard military salute. Liang Pengfei wiped the rain from his face and slapped him on the shoulder: "Okay, Staff Officer Ni, in today's battle, you have finally lost the reputation of our old Liang family." ”

At this time, in addition to more than 20 war horses on the battlefield dazedly surrounding their masters, there was almost no longer a living Dutchman, Liang Pengfei's personal guards only five unlucky ghosts let the shrapnel from the mine explosion strangle a blood groove on the body, and three people let the horse break and vomit blood, no one fell under the knife of the opponent's cavalry, this kind of record, really made Liang Pengfei extremely gratified.

"My lord, what's going on over there?" Ni Ming set his eyes on Liang Pengfei's way of coming. Liang Pengfei raised his eyebrows, with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth: "The other party has been pressed back by our people now, I'm afraid it won't last long." ”

"We're afraid our casualties are not small, right?" A dark cloud appeared on Ni Ming's brows. "It doesn't matter if it's good iron or good steel, if it's not good to hammer, where will it come from to cut a good knife like paper." Liang Pengfei said with a smile, he was also distressed, the life of every soldier is very precious, but in this era, there is absolutely no war for the undead.

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Hearing Liang Pengfei's words, Ni Ming nodded silently, he agreed with Liang Pengfei's thoughts, just like himself, if he didn't experience this war of life and death, I am afraid that he would still be a scholar who only knows how to guide the country with his mouth.

At this time, Liang Pengfei sat down on the ground and threw the steel helmet to his feet again. "It's really fucking impossible to run, anyway, we definitely don't need to join in the fun, let's just watch the show here."

Hearing Liang Pengfei's words, he rushed with him, and the soldiers who were so tired like dogs suddenly fell down on the muddy grass one after another, panting. Even Monk Chen, a fierce man with superior endurance and physical strength, can only sit next to Liang Pengfei at this moment, to show that he is still loyally performing his personal guard functions, as for Bai Shusheng, he was foaming at the mouth, and he was lying on his stomach abruptly, and he almost stuck his tongue out to express his physical and mental exhaustion.

"Watching a play?" Ni Ming didn't quite understand, but after seeing Liang Pengfei's sinister smile, he quickly understood, he raised his head and looked at the west, where it was pitch black at the moment.

"Let's watch a beautiful fireworks! Tonight, it will be remembered by all the Dutch, and indeed by the whole world! Liang Pengfei is like a poet with a very romantic atmosphere, reciting famous phrases affectionately and passionately on such a stormy, thunderous and lightning night.

Time passed quickly, and Colonel Michels, standing in the deathly silence of the battery, looking at the expression on his face that had not changed in the slightest for several minutes, was like a lifeless wax figure. Overmars became more and more agitated, and although he did not understand the meaning of the young Chinese thief's words, the smugness in those eyes, and the look like a dead man's tombstone, always lingered in his mind.

The sudden and dense explosions in the distance frightened Overmars like a vampire in a dark corner in the middle of the night, but there was no thirst for blood in his eyes, only fear and timidity.

The firelight was reflected in Colonel Michels's pupils, and his lips, which had been tightly pursed, were now a little relaxed. The flame of light, which was still bright and dazzling at such a distance, and the explosion that even caused the sky to reverberate, made Colonel Michels's nerves tense again.

"Eighteen pounder? No, even more than the twenty-four-pounder guns used in our Spanish fortresses, damn it, how could they have such weapons?! Colonel Michels' hand clenched into a fist and slammed into the eighteen-pounder cannon beside him, so hard that he didn't even feel the pain of the skin on the joint.

He was really a little scared, a trace of indescribable horror, and climbed up to the strong heart of Colonel Michelle.

(To be continued)