Chapter 72: The Flag Bearer (II)

The enemy soldiers on the opposite side were obviously a little shocked, and waved their weapons uneasily, and let out a terrible wolf howl from their mouths, "Whew-ah! Ahh Whew!"

They embolden themselves in this way, but to no avail. The Huai'an army, which rushed over under the rain of arrows, was like an iron chisel, smashing into the eyebrows of every mountain people. As long as they keep their eyes open, they can feel the pressure on their faces. There is no way to ignore it, and there is no way to escape it.

"Whoa!" Someone couldn't stand the heavy pressure and threw his weapon at the forward of the Huai'an army, which was getting closer and closer. Heavy thistle bones, thick iron maces, and copper hammers chained to them rose in the air, but they only flew a dozen paces before they fell to the ground, smashing out clouds of red smoke in vain.

"Whoa!" Someone pouted his ass and quietly strained his feet, trying to hide his body behind his accomplice. But he was pushed and cursed by the other mountain people, squeezed out like dung, and staggered in front of his own team. Others turned around and tried to flee to the flanks of their own formation, but the twine in the ranks immediately spotted them, and slashed them in two with their swords.

"They should hold the front with long weapons, and then send men to outflank them from both flanks. The archer should retreat decisively, open the distance, control the rhythm, and the more hasty the shot, the worse the accuracy! And that centurion, just killing people has a fart. At this time, you should lead the team to go down the hill to counterattack" Zhang Dingbian saw the opponent's performance in his eyes, and countless suggestions immediately poured out in his heart.

Although the command of Zhang Wu, the deputy commander of his own regiment, was reckless and careless, the enemy general on the opposite side was ten times more clumsy than Zhang Wu. And at this point, even if the Lord makes the wrong decision, it is better than not making any decision for a long time. Otherwise, it is equivalent to sending your own robe to the opponent's butcher's knife and let it be slaughtered!

As he was thinking about it in a mess, he threw a huge shield at him. Zhang Dingbian just shook the flagpole in his hand and picked it out. Immediately, he saw a pair of yellow-brown eyes, a little nervous, but more desperate.

"Whoa!" The owner of these eyes howled and stretched out his hands, trying to pull the flag dancing in mid-air. Zhang Dingbian shook the flagpole again, crooked the person's body, and then slammed the battle flag upward. The sharp blade at the top of the flagpole poked through the opponent's lower abdomen and disappeared into the flagshaft.

"His armor is too thin! The skills are too poor, and they have not undergone any training, so they are fighting completely on instinct! In the next moment, countless chaotic conclusions poured into Zhang Dingbian's mind. Press down on your right wrist and lift and push your left arm. He cleanly flung his opponent's corpse out, then stabbed the next enemy with the blade at the top of the flagpole, "Kill!" ”

"Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!" Short shouts of rage alternated around him. The robes of the same row shot at about the same time, stabbing the mountaineers on the opposite side of them to the ground. Several strands of scarlet blood erupted, splashing everyone's heads and faces. But none of them bothered to wipe it, and they didn't stop at all. Re-level the triangular bayonet as quickly as you can, and stab the next enemy at close range.

The next enemy closest to Zhang Dingbian was a Miao army twine. He was wearing a piece of armor that he had snatched from nowhere, and a pale green silk tie around his waist. At the end of the silk, several skulls that had turned black collided with each other and made a penetrating friction sound.

Zhang Dingbian's gaze was instantly attracted by the skull. It is very likely that it is the skull of the Tianwan soldiers. At the beginning, he was defeated outside Wuchang City, and all the captured brothers were not survived!

"I want your life!" An angry roar erupted from his mouth. The movements of his hands suddenly accelerated, plucking, carrying, winding, and stabbing, and the sharp flag gun brushed against Miao Jun's twine's elbow, "Poof! With a thud, it stabbed into the man's lower abdomen.

"Ahh Miao Jun let out a long howl in his mouth, dropped his weapon, grabbed the flag with both hands and tore it hard. Hot plasma springs emerged from the wound, instantly staining several skulls red.

Zhang Dingbian's eyes also turned red. Lift up a kick and kick the injured twine to the ground. Then the left foot quickly stepped up, stepped on the opponent's sternum, and pulled back with both arms, stabbed back, pulled back, stabbed down, pulled back, stabbed down, until the chest of the twine was poked into a sieve, and finally regained a little calm, and regained the flagpole with both hands, and raised it high above his head, "Ahh ”

"Battalion Commander Zhang, keep up with the team!" Someone shouted not far away, like sixty-three who had died in battle.

"Battalion Commander Zhang, keep up with the team!" "Battalion Commander Zhang, keep up with the team!" "Battalion Commander Zhang, keep up with the team!" More reminders echoed in his ears repeatedly.

Zhang Dingbian's eyes quickly returned to clarity, holding high the battle flag of the Huai'an Army, and quickly chased to the front of the team. When the flag was soaked in blood, its weight increased fivefold. He didn't feel the sinking at all, he just moved his legs and kept accelerating, accelerating, accelerating

The robes around him were also speeding up, and the bright three-edged bayonets were flat on their chests, like the fangs of a fierce beast. Countless Miao soldiers, who couldn't dodge, were stabbed by fangs, screamed and fell down, covering their wounds with their hands and rolling on the ground in despair.

Zhang Dingbian stepped past the corpses of two enemy soldiers one after another, and finally chased back to the front of his own team. This time, he didn't get distracted anymore, nor did he instinctively pick on his deputy head Zhang Wu. All his attention was on the flag gun, and he tried every means to keep his flag gun flush with the bayonet beside him.

Another group of enemy soldiers took the initiative to send their bodies to the bayonet. Zhang Dingbian grasped the flagpole with both hands and aimed the tip of the flag gun at the chest of the enemy soldier closest to him. This man seemed to be quite agile, and he was very agile enough to use his scimitar to deflect the spear. Then he resolutely stepped diagonally, trying to give Zhang Dingbian a fatal blow from the side.

The brother who ran on Zhang Dingbian's side unceremoniously stabbed his bayonet into the man's ribs. Then he quickly pulled it out, bringing up a puff of red smoke. The strength of the wounded was also quickly drained with the drawing of the bayonet. I saw him drop his scimitar, his body staggering, staggering, and swaying back and forth like a drunkard. Another bayonet followed him in the abdomen, and then with a flick, he fell to the ground in a pool of blood.

The next one to be delivered to Zhang Dingbian's flag gun was a brother. His weapon was gone, and with his hands empty, he turned his body sideways in a fleeing motion. Zhang Dingbian decisively chose the latter between letting go of this person or maintaining his own formation. The flagpole in his hand was given away, and the person's neck was pierced.

His eyes were empty in an instant, and the enemy troops around him fled one after another, revealing the dazed archers. The fellows who had already put their arrows on their bows were even more miserable, and let out a desperate exclamation from their mouths, dropped their horned bows, and fled.

Zhang Dingbian caught up with two of them and stabbed them to death one by one from behind. Immediately, he suddenly realized that he had broken away from the team, and took the initiative to slow down and turn his head to look around.

Two battle flags, also soaked in enemy blood, quickly chased after him from behind him. It was the deputy regiment commander Zhang Wu and the special non-commissioned officer surnamed Zheng, the two of them glanced at Zhang Dingbian in surprise, but at the same time turned their heads back to the hillside, "Go on, attack and advance!"

"Attack forward!" Zhang Dingbian shouted and joined his team. Together with Zhang Wu, the non-commissioned officer surnamed Zheng, and seven or eight other brothers in the first row, they walked side by side.

No opponent can stand in their way. In front of more than a dozen neat bayonets and three flag guns, no individual brave force could find room to play. No matter how the enemy moves and dodges, there is always a bayonet or a flag gun waiting for him. And Zhang Dingbian and the robes around him, as long as they repeatedly stabbed the weapons in their hands forward, they could easily stab any opponent to death.

This kind of unfancy way of killing people is cruel and efficient. There is even a bit of thrilling magnificence. Zhang Dingbian and the robes on both sides kept stabbing and stabbing constantly, and the speed was as fast as swinging a sickle to cut rice.

Rows and rows of enemy troops, whether they deliberately rushed up to block the way, or accidentally got in the way of them, were quickly overturned, corpses next to corpses, like bales of rice in a summer field.

Zhang Dingbian soon had no time to think nonsense, and all his attention was focused on his arms and legs. Both arms and the arms of the robes on both sides stabbed forward at the same time, and the feet and the feet of the robes around them, trying to maintain the same stride, the same beat. This way of fighting does not show his skills at all, and it is far less than a solo horse, and he immediately slashes heartily. But this way of fighting has a special charm. He unconsciously indulged in it, and together with the robes around him, it turned into the teeth and four claws of a dragon, and with every swing, the corpses of his opponents were strewn all over the ground.

One group of enemy troops was killed and scattered, and then another. A group of enemy soldiers died, and then another group. Zhang Dingbian kept stabbing, stabbing, stabbing, not knowing how many enemies he had stabbed to death, and he didn't know where he was going to rush to the end. The flag gun in his hand became lighter and lighter, and the flag on the barrel of the gun turned into a strip of rag, but he still did not stop, still looking for a new enemy, and then rushed over with the robes around him, stabbed the enemy into a sieve, and sent him back to his hometown.

Suddenly, there was no one in his way, only a scream of terror. Zhang Dingbian raised his head in astonishment, and immediately saw that not far from him, there was a Miao army general wearing gold armor, surrounded by a group of cronies, wolf rushing to the dolphin.

"Brethren, follow me! Kill Yang Wan" Zhang Da on the left shouted, waving his bare flagpole and pointing at the gold-armored enemy general.

"Kill Yang Wan!"

"Kill Yang Wan!"

Countless voices echoed in the surroundings.

Zhang Dingbian shook the tattered flag vigorously and chased after it quickly. On the other side of the body, I don't know when a new non-commissioned officer has been replaced, and his appearance is completely different from that of the non-commissioned officer surnamed Zheng, but the red tassel on the top of his head is equally conspicuous.

Rows of bayonets were flattened, following the military flags of the 2nd Battalion of the 3024th Regiment. Followed by many red helmets.

It was like a dragon opening its mouth.