The robbers are a group of robbers, and in the code of robbers, there is no word "stubborn", take advantage of it if it is cheap, and run away if it is not cheap. However, the Japanese outside Changshu City are different, they put aside their long-standing style, carrying ladders, carrying city ropes, screaming, and rushing towards the city wall.

At this time, the city wall was silent, not even gasping for air, the Japanese still thought that the soldiers in the city were frightened stupid, they ran more happily, there were still fifty steps away from the city wall, suddenly a drum sounded, a group of archers rushed to the battlement, swished to the city to release arrows, sparse bows and arrows, some of them hit the Japanese invaders, and more fell to the ground.

When the widow saw it, he was even happier and pretended to be quite like, daring to be a soft-footed shrimp.

"Kill, die, die!"

A Japanese leader with a katana screams, and there is no need to ask him to be the real Japanese in the group. Seventy percent of the so-called Japanese warriors are the people of the Ming Dynasty, and as for the remaining thirty percent, it is hard to say how many real Japanese are there, but one thing is certain, the real Japanese warriors were born, trained martial arts since childhood, and are vigorous and fierce, which is quite difficult to deal with.

He beckoned to the musketeers of the Japanese Kou, and the guns continued to fire, and the Ming archers at the head of the city were shot one after another, wailing.

Tang Yi was watching the battle from behind, he couldn't help but shake his head, the soldiers in Changshu City couldn't look at it, and it was even worse to fight, and it also depended on the village bravery. Glancing at He Wanquan next to him, the old man bowed slightly at him.

"Don't worry, childe, the little old man is not old yet!"

He Wanquan said, beckoned his subordinates, and entered the battle position, the old man squinted his eyes, and his knife-like gaze stared at the real wolf.

The Wako seemed to feel that he was being targeted, constantly changing direction and making all kinds of movements, but no matter how he flashed and moved, he didn't want to shake off He Wanquan's gaze.

Finally. The old man leaned over slightly, and the two flying spears were already in his hands.

"Go!"

The two spears shot downwards in a hurry, like a poisonous snake. The Wako subconsciously waved the katana in his hand. One of the spears above was severed, and the one below arrived almost at the same time, and he could only twist his waist desperately, only to hear a pop.

The flying spear pierced into the lower abdomen, and the force was so great that he took three steps back with the wolf, and the blood flowed out of the wound, and the wolf's face turned green in pain, and he screamed. At this time, the old man threw another flying spear. Hit him directly in the chest and fell to the ground, his body twitching for a while, and he didn't move anymore.

He Wanquan shook his head slightly, "Alas, seven years ago, the old man had one flying spear and one wolf, but now he wants three, it's really old." It's useless. ”

"You're not afraid when you're old, and we!"

Young juniors are scrambling to be the first. Throwing the flying spear in their hand, they may not be as experienced as the old-timers, but they are full of energy, and there are constantly Japanese robbers who are penetrated through their bodies, nailed to the ground alive, and struggle and scream in desolation.

The Wako are not vegetarians either. They concentrated their bows and arrows and fired at the city, and from time to time some villagers were injured or even killed.

"Hold it all on, big guy. Behind you are the fathers and elders of your hometown, your wives and children, and your brothers, do you want them to be ravaged by the Japanese bandits? ”

"No, no, no!"

Everyone roared vigorously, heard the cries of their companions, and knew that there were brothers fighting side by side, and the pressure on the big guys was reduced a lot, and the Japanese finally reached the bottom of the city wall, erected a ladder, and kept climbing upward.

"Smash, smash to death!"

The villagers lifted the rolling wood and stones, and smashed them down like raindrops, and the Japanese were constantly hit. The stone the size of a basin smashed on the head, and suddenly smashed out a meat patty, and the bottle full of quicklime fell down, and the lime splashed everywhere and fell into the eyes, and the burning pain was indescribable.

These are quite ordinary, the most exciting thing is the gold juice, which is boiled with dung water, the smell is needless to describe, the soldiers in charge are blocked by their mouths and noses, and the disgusting smell continues to stimulate the nerves.

But this thing is really powerful when used, and the two soldiers hold the iron pot with iron tongs, shouting and throwing it down.

Hot dung water split the head and covered the face, and poured it on the head and face of the widow. In an instant, his skin was blistered, and he was in pain, so he stretched out his hand to wipe it, and congratulated him on the end of his life. Fecal water contains a lot of bacteria and contaminants that can cause a terrible infection as soon as it gets into the bloodstream.

In the absence of antibiotics, infection was almost synonymous with death.

Five pots of golden juice were poured down, and more than a dozen of them were burned, and the smell of fishy smell was intertwined, and it spread to the city along the wind, and the big guys all frowned, and some even vomited.

No matter how good Xiang Yong's training is, when he arrives on the real battlefield, he uses his own hands to end another life, and the fear from the soul is inevitable.

Just when everyone hesitated a little, a few Japanese robbers rushed to the head of the city, and cut down three villagers in a row, they shouted wildly, and the Japanese robbers behind came up, the number of people increased, and they quickly expanded to both sides, seeing that the city wall was about to be lost, Xu San's eyes on the side stood up.

He grabbed a long knife and rushed forward, cutting down two Japanese robbers in a row, Xiang Yong's morale was boosted, and more people rushed up and fought side by side with Xu San to block the fierce attack of the Japanese invaders.

I have to say that the widows who crawled out of the pile of dead people are really difficult to deal with, they are cruel and tyrannical, ruthless and crazy, and the desperate little rookies are really a little unbearable, and they can't help but retreat.

Xu Sandu's eyes were red, and he was stabbed several times on his body, bleeding constantly, and he shouted desperately, fighting to the death. Tang Yi saw it in his eyes, his face was solemn, it was the first time, the cooperation of the troops was not skilled, Xu San and their sword and shield soldiers were fighting to the death in front, and the spearmen in the back looked at it dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

Tang Yi grabbed a spear and strode forward.

"Follow me!"

The spearman's face turned red and hurriedly followed Tang Yi, they stood in a neat row, and each could hear each other's breathing. Tang Yi's eyes only had the wolf on the other side, he took a deep breath and shouted, "Thorn! ”

More than a dozen spears stabbed out together, and the would-be robbers on the opposite side were all frightened and couldn't avoid them, and they were pierced with several holes in their bodies, and they fell to the ground and convulsed.

Tang Yi didn't bother to look at him, and continued to stride forward.

"Thorn!"

The spear stabbed out again, and two more pirates were stabbed down. The pikemen charged quickly, attracting the attention of the pirates, and more and more of them poured up.

Xu San and the others also got out of danger, panting and weak one by one. Xu San looked up suddenly, and when he saw that it was Tang Yi who saved him, his mind was immediately confused.

That's Tang Gongzi, Xiao Sanyuan, Wenqu Xing descended to earth.

If he gets hurt, God will chop the big guy.

Xu San blushed and had a thick neck, and scolded angrily: "If you still have a bad breath, follow me!" ”

The villagers saw it in their eyes, and their blood was boiling, and they swarmed up one by one, and the spearmen in front opened the way, and there were constantly Japanese robbers who were stabbed and stabbed, and the soldiers behind rushed up and cut off their heads.

Standing in the middle of the crowd, there are brothers on the left and right, the blood all over the body is boiling, the man's instinct is crazy to flood, there is no exhaustion, no pain, no fear, only indomitable.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The spears are like a forest, the murderous aura is full of the sky, and the long-standing enemy of the Japanese Kou actually welled up a wave of fear from the bottom of their hearts, and in front of them was no longer the sheep that gave what they wanted, but the enraged lion, and all that awaited them was death!

Several of the would-be robbers unconsciously retreated, but their realizations were a little late, and from the other side, He Wanquan led people to kill them, and the villagers fought on both sides, struggling to stab their weapons into their bodies, and one after another the would-be robbers fell.

Not long after, there was not a single widow on the city wall, only a corpse remained, proving that there had been a terrible battle here.

Old man He Wanquan saw Tang Yi covered in blood, and he was so frightened that he threw away his weapons.

"My God, the son of a daughter can't sit down, how can you fight with us?" The old man ran over, checked up and down, and confirmed that Tang Yi was not injured, and the blood and water were all someone else's, and his hanging heart was finally put down.

"Childe, you are not allowed to take risks next time!" The old man said fiercely.

"Old man He looks down on me?"

"How dare the little old man." He Wanquan hurriedly waved his hand and said ashamedly: "You are a noble person, different from our martial arts. ”

Tang Yi waved his hand vigorously and said heroically: "Brothers, the world says that good iron is not nailed, and good men are not soldiers!" He also said that the martial arts were vulgar, but there were no vulgar martial artists, who defeated the cruel and tyrannical Japanese robbers, who protected the people of Li! Tang Yi's face turned red and shouted loudly: "The martial artist is mighty, the township is mighty!" ”

"Martial arts might! Township brave and mighty! ”

The villagers raised their fists excitedly, and the loud slogans continued to echo in the city. (To be continued.) )