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[Today's third update to ~~~~ summoning recommendation ticket ~~~~~]

The soldiers did not allow the salt to retreat, and if the salt soldiers wanted to retreat desperately, of course the two sides would clash. The salters, who wanted to live, were furious, and simply used knives with the soldiers. Most of the salt dings were originally hooligans and ruffians, their surnames were murderous, and in order to achieve their goals, they would do whatever it took to achieve their goals, so where did they care what your soldiers were? If you don't let me escape, I'll kill you!" Yan Ding moved the knife, and of course the soldiers followed suit! You salts dare to do something to the soldiers, are you impatient?

In the hustle and bustle, Yanding and the soldiers were entangled with each other and inseparable. The two sides come and go, swords and swords, flesh and blood flying, as if the two hostile sides are fighting. The crowded and pushing crowd is simply a natural target. Such a rare opportunity, if the escort team does not make full use of it, it will be a fool.

"Free Fire!"

"Free Fire!"

"Free Fire!"

Zhang Zhun shouted continuously.

Free fire is all about giving full play to the strengths of each fighter and maximizing the firepower. The enemy is already in disarray, and there is no need for intensive fire. At this time, the results of free fire were even greater. Those skilled loaders can basically fire five rounds per minute, and the enemy's formation is so dense that there is no need to aim carefully, and it is probably enough to fire at the enemy.

In the barrage of gunfire, more salt fell down. These unlucky salts, in order to fight for a way out, are all facing away from the escort. After being hit by the tiger's gun, they fell in front of the soldiers. This greatly aggravated the other salts' desire to flee for their lives, and they desperately squeezed backwards, trying to find a way out. As a result, the collision between Yanding and the soldiers became even more chaotic.

"Bastard!"

"Don't go back!"

"Attack the South Bank!"

Richink scolded loudly and killed a salt ding with a knife.

As a result, the dispute between Yanding and the soldiers became even more chaotic.

Accidentally, Richink also hit the back of the head hard. I don't know who hit it, and I don't know what it was. After being hit, Richinge's head went blank for a short time, and the scene in front of him was blurred. After a while, he gradually came to his senses, but his reaction was already a little sluggish, and he felt very uncomfortable.

"Impossible!"

"Impossible!"

"Impossible!"

On the North Shore, there are people who are even more uncomfortable than Litchinke.

Tan Yingde's cheeks were completely distorted.

Finished.

It's completely over.

His salt is finished.

Under the continuous fire of the opponent's musket, his salt is probably going to be buried.

"Bang bang bang!"

At this time, the battlefield and the sound of gunfire were all from the south bank.

This burst of gunfire was like a talisman from King Yama, taking away the lives of salt ding one by one like flowing water.

"Withdraw!"

"Retreat!"

"Tell your soldiers to withdraw!"

Tan Yingde shouted angrily.

Li Chengdong's soldiers did not retreat, and the retreat of the Yanding people was blocked, so they could only be shot in vain. Maybe half an hour later, the three hundred salt butts will be buried. However, it was not easy for Li Chengdong to withdraw, and behind the soldiers, there were still hundreds of guards. The guards stared blankly ahead, not knowing what to do. In battle, they are generally cannon fodder roles, and they finally have a chance to be at the back, but they are a little unaccustomed to it.

Of course, the actions of the Wei Suojun are also related to Zhao Yinying's deliberate command. Seeing that Yanding continued to suffer losses, Zhao Yinying didn't mean to feel heartache at all. The more Salt Ding died, the happier he became. What is schadenfreude? That's it! Lao Zhao, see if you will be called Lao Zhao in the future. Lao Zhao, who is the third grade, is it also called by you, the official of the nine-grade sesame mung bean? Aren't you arrogant? Okay, I'll make you arrogant! I deliberately let the guards block your retreat, and deliberately didn't let you retreat! You guys just get shot!

Call me Lao Zhao!

Phew!

Tan Yingde and the others stood on the bank of the river, naturally they could see it clearly, seeing the people in front of them constantly falling, and sensing the powerful fire of the escort team, they were naturally in a hurry to retreat. However, the soldiers on the river beach, because of the terrain, did not know about the tragedy ahead. Especially those guards, who have not been attacked anyway, is a time to enjoy themselves. Besides, the commander of the guard did not have the order to retreat. Our guards haven't seriously carried out orders for a long time, so let's do it seriously this time.

The sound of the gunshot, of course, is a little special, and it sounds exceptionally cold, but it is not so special that when you hear the gunshot, it makes people feel terrified. Everyone thinks of it as an ordinary firecracker, and most people still think it is their own firearm firing. Who would have thought that those firearms that broke the military households on the south bank would be so powerful?

As a result, strange signs appeared on the battlefield. The guards were not in a hurry to retreat, and the soldiers were not in a hurry to retreat, and the only one who was in the most anxious to retreat was Yanding. But the people behind didn't let them retreat. The soldiers and Yanding even killed a lot of people. Richinge killed two salters with his own hands. When he was beaten with a stick just now, he suspected that it was Yanding, and his anger was vented on Yanding's body.

"Bastard!"

"Don't retreat!"

These are the two sentences that Litchinck scolded the most.

He is the new thousand households of Fushan Institute!

This attack is related to whether he can successfully ascend to the throne of a thousand households!

If the salters were to withdraw, it would have a great negative impact on the morale of the soldiers. The shrinking army in the back, not to mention. If this battle is lost, his dream of a thousand households may be shattered. How could he tolerate such a thing? Therefore, in any case, Litchinke had to stop the salters from retreating. Even if all these dices of salt are gone!

As a result, the conflict between the soldiers and the salt was even more intense, and people kept falling. At the same time, a series of Mini bullets flew in, and people kept falling. The gunfire continued, and more people fell. However, due to the fierce infighting, both Yanding and the soldiers believed that those who were defeated by Minnie were fallen under their own hands. So, the two sides continued to fight......

"They're ...... Death? ”

Yang Zhiyuan looked at the battlefield and asked with emotion.

There was no one left to fire arquebuses, the smoke was blowing away, and the riverbank was back in sight. They could clearly see that Yanding and the soldiers were pushing each other, the white knives went in and the red knives came out, it was like two groups of people fighting to the death.

It's so ruthless!

It's so ruthless!

In such a situation, the enemy did not retreat quickly, but instead became infighting, which is simply suicide! They had to retreat quickly and get out of range of the Tiger Gun to have a chance of survival. If this kind of infighting continues, the tiger will kill more people.

"They're so disunited."

Hao Linyong also said with emotion.

"Have they ever been united?"

Yang Hongwen answered lukewarmly.

The other officers of the convoy were convinced.

In the battle just now, it was completely Yang Zixuan's musket team staging a one-man show, and the other eight squads all became reserves. Originally, everyone thought that they would also have a chance to fight the enemy hand-to-hand. Unexpectedly, the musket team's rows of guns completely blinded the officers and soldiers. It is not at all surprising that the officers and men who have been completely beaten have infighting and even fierce fights.

Tan Yingde saw that the number of his salt was getting smaller and smaller, and his heart was about to be torn apart. He was so anxious that he almost jumped to his feet and shouted, "Withdraw!" Remove! Leechink, you fuck you! Hurry up! If you don't withdraw, we will withdraw! If you have the ability, you soldiers will rush up by yourself! Don't use our salt as a substitute for the dead! ”

Li Chengdong knew that these salt dings actually had a lot to do with Sun Zhiqi, and if they were all killed in battle, the prefect might have to find trouble with him, the Laizhou garrison. Litchinke did not want to let Yanding retreat, it was unlikely. Thinking of Li Qinke, the throne of a thousand households, it is very likely that something will happen, and Li Chengdong is really a little unwilling. But the situation is such that he has to admit the reality. In desperation, he had no choice but to shout: "Kezi, withdraw it!" Kezi, withdraw it! ”

Li Chengdong decided to let Tan Yingde go, but Zhao Yinying had no such meaning. Along the way, he was fed up with the anger of Li Chengdong and Tan Yingde, and at this time he wanted to give them a little color. Especially Tan Yingde, the unpopular nine-grade sesame mung bean official, actually dared to despise himself, the third-grade guard commander, and dared to call himself Lao Zhao! It's really bearable, it's unbearable!

He fought hard to have some casualties among his guards, and he couldn't let Tan Yingde's salt Ding retreat comfortably. He also knew that these salts had a lot to do with Sun Zhiqi, and he wanted to let these salts be wiped out by the whole army. As long as Sun Zhiqi does not have the support of these salts, he will attack Fushan again in the future, and the weight of his words will not be so strong. It would be even better if Li Chengdong's soldiers also suffered some losses. That Richink, why wasn't he hit by the enemy's firearms? How nice it would be to kill him with one shot!

So, Zhao Yinying came to the back of his guard, pulled out his saber for the first time, stood majestically on the ridge, brandished the saber, and shouted: "Resist!" Resist! Resist it all for me! No one is allowed to retreat! Whoever dares to come up, I will kill him with one sword! ”

Sure enough, his appearance shocked those guards, and they really didn't retreat.

Don't be in a hurry if the guards haven't retreated, the tiger has not fired at them, and there are no casualties. However, the soldiers in front of them, as well as the salt in front of them, were a little unbearable. As the number of Yanding continued to decrease, some of the soldiers were also hit. The guards are righteous and awe-inspiring in the back, and they don't retreat when they die, but the people in front are bleeding!

Tan Yingde was really anxious, staggered to Zhao Yinying, pulled Zhao Yinying's shoulders, and shouted desperately: "Old Zhao, hurry, hurry, hurry, let your people withdraw!" If the people behind you don't withdraw, how can the people in front withdraw? ”

Zhao Yinying had a straight face and said unhurriedly: "Inspector Tan, don't worry, it's normal to have casualties in a war." Isn't it just a few people who died? What is there to be nervous about? Didn't you persuade the official not to be timid and afraid? Why did you get scared in the first place? I think your salt is indeed very heroic, well-trained, and well-equipped, and can continue to rush upward! As long as you rush into the defense line of the broken military households on the south bank, the Fushan Station will be yours! How much salt do you want, and how much salt do you want? ”

[Today's third update to ~~~~ summoning recommendation ticket ~~~~~]

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