"Immortal Heaven bless the Mongols!"

"Kill the Tartars, go to heaven!"

In the midst of the shouts, the armor soldiers on both sides collided fiercely and fought with all their strength. The cowardly warriors are strong in martial arts, but the Thunderbolt Naval Army is like a forest of spears and marches in formation!

As Tuhuan expected, even if the scattered infantry is strong in martial arts, it will always be the losing side in front of the opponent who is in formation. On the battlefield, of course, there is room for personal martial arts, but it is by no means a place to win or lose in martial arts.

If you want a one-on-one competition, any cowardly Xue can fight with generals like Chen Dexing and Land Rover! If they fight in formation, they can also press the Thunderbolt Army and beat it. However, if you want to use a scattered formation to impact the opponent's tight foot formation, there is only a chance of death and injury.

But even if you are dead or wounded, you must rush forward! The trumpets of the marching army were tight. As a veteran of the battlefield, Tu Huan did not hesitate at this moment, and immediately threw the only two thousand people left in his hands into the battlefield.

Decades of battlefield life have given him an extraordinary battlefield instinct. He knew that this opportunity for hand-to-hand combat was not easy to come by! If he is driven back, he will have to brave the thunder and arrow rain of the Southern Barbarians to charge again! Rather than that, it is better to throw troops into it now and try to barely recover the array on the front line. As long as they fight in formation, how can the cowardly Xue warriors not be able to defeat the Nanban?

Moreover, he also had a very bad premonition, and the Nanban in front of him seemed to be leaning towards the Great Khan regardless of it...... They can't be targeting the Great Khan, right?

"Boom, boom, boom......"

Another dense explosion sounded, and all the Mongolian nobles watching the battle were nervous, this time the fireballs were rising in a row at the same time, and the landing point was behind the cowardly Xue army array that was slowly forming on the front line. The flying monolithic piece immediately blew up the cowardly Xue Jun's front a few points!

Life is being consumed so quickly, and these cowardly Xue army, which can make any army in this era fearful, is being consumed at a speed that is enough to make the Mongolian Khan fearful!

At the same time, on the side of the Perak Army, the Land Rover, who commanded the spearmen to fight hand-to-hand with the Mongol cowardice, was also heartbroken. Although his sons have undergone several months of rigorous training, most of them originally had some martial arts, but they were not as good as the cowardly Xue Jun after all. Although the martial arts of the individual in the battle formation are not the most important, but the cowardly Xue who is strong in martial arts, even if he does not form a formation, can play a not too ugly exchange rate with his bravery and martial arts.

And as more and more cowardly Xue joins the battle, their formation is gradually forming! Fortunately, the Divine Arm Archer, who had just retreated, had already begun to throw Xiao Tianlei, and finally let his sons and daughters take a breath.

"Kill the Tartars, go to heaven!"

Zhang Hongfan took advantage of the fact that the cowardly Xue Jun was a little dizzy by the explosion of the small heavenly thunder just now, and shouted and raised his gun to stab, and pierced the chest of a cowardly Xue warrior!

As a general-level righteous instructor, Zhang Hongfan asked to go into battle to kill the enemy, and the armor on his body was already covered with bloodstains, all of which were the blood of Mongolia's most noble cowardly warriors!

Once upon a time, becoming a coward, guarding the Great Khan was his greatest ideal in life. In order to realize this ideal, he used to practice martial arts day and night, worked hard to learn the Mongolian language, and once gave himself a Mongolian name, and imagined that he was the son of a Mongolian herdsman on the steppe, rather than the son of Zhang Rou, the Han marquis, who had thousands of troops and ruled ten thousand people.

At that time, Zhang Hongfan probably never dreamed that he would kill the warriors of the Great Khan so madly! But now he has nightmares for three days, dreaming that he was caught and then skinned and cramped! And the person who captured him and killed him was Chen Dexing for a while, and a Mongol for a while......

"Kill the Tartars! Go to Heaven! ”

With another shout, the spear pierced the chest of a young cowardly warrior - although this is a warrior, Zhang Hongfan's martial arts are not vegetarians, and now he has fallen into semi-madness, and he is a martial madman. Blood with the temperature of the human body gradually fell on Zhang Hongfan's face again, and this blood seemed to give him a sense of security. It seems that if you kill a few more Mongol warriors, the less likely his identity will be revealed!

The fear of identity exposure has entered his bone marrow!

But at the same time, he knew very well in his heart that he was going farther and farther on a desperate road from which there was no turning back! He has already killed the Mongol warriors, and there is more than one! Such a sin in the north cannot be atonemented even by a thousand cuts! If he let his Lao Tzu, who was fiercely loyal to the Great Mongolia, know that he killed the Mongols like this, he would definitely kill his relatives in righteousness......

Northland, there's no going back! Unless he is a member of the Northern Expedition army, follow General Chen to plow the court and sweep the caves, and seal the wolf mountain!

I would have such a rebellious thought!!

Zhang Hongfan's body shook, as if he was frightened by his own thoughts, and for a while he forgot that he was on the battlefield.

A Mongol spear stabbed at him, and he was about to understand Zhang Hongfan's sin, but someone slammed into him and took a shot for him.

As soon as the man's body was weak, he fell into Zhang Hongfan's arms, and he was no longer alive, and he was still spitting blood. Zhang Hongfan recognized that the person's name was Niu Laoqi, a native of Shanxi, a man from the North, who looked like he was forty years old at the age of twenty, needless to say, he knew that he was the master of bitterness and hatred. It is said that the clan was slaughtered by the Mongolian uncle once, and he couldn't live in Shanxi so he ran to the Shi family's territory to beg for food, and he himself was drawn by the Shi family......

"Instructor Zhang, I, I, I'm going to heaven, I'm going to heaven, I'm killing Tartar, killing two! Happy, too happy......" Niu Laoqi was not afraid of death at all, he was honest and had been brainwashed for several months, and he really believed that killing Tartars could go to heaven to enjoy happiness, but there were still some things that could not be put down.

"I still have an old lady and a brother in the Northland...... Instructor Zhang, could you please bring my ashes with you when you return to the Northland? And my pension, the land I deserve, all to my brother......"

The Perak Navy not only had a political and war system that was unique among the Song army, but also had a set of incentives linked to land. All meritorious soldiers can get the corresponding land.

"Hmmm! I, Zhang Jiu, will definitely give you all ...... It's all done! Zhang Hongfan could only nod his head heavily, watching the man who saved his life die.

At this moment, the trumpet of the attack sounded again, and then there was a chorus of shouts: "Kill the Tartars!" Go to Heaven! ”

Chen Dexing once again gave his soldiers the order to attack!

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"I can't beat it! I can't beat it! How is this possible? This is a cowardly Xue Jun......"

The Mongol Great Khan had been shocked by the fierce battle in front of him, and although his cowardly warriors had not yet been defeated, it was still clear who had the upper hand on the battlefield. The thunderbolts of the Thunderbolt Navy fell like raindrops, and the cowardly warriors were simply fighting in the sea of fire! Every roar means that several or more warriors have fallen.

There were already wounded warriors who had been carried down, their armor was blown up and flesh was mixed up, and the hoarse screams were really unbearable to witness, and the shaman and witch doctor in the army had seen this kind of injury? I don't know how to heal it!

The wounded who were carried down were piled up on the hillside not far from the Great Khan to die, and the miserable screams and the smell of blood carried along the mountain wind, which made Meng Ge very upset.

"Great Khan, it's better to collect the soldiers and horses first, and fight again in the future!" Brother Mo, the king of the sect who was with Meng Ge, couldn't help but persuade.

Meng Ge glared at him and roared angrily: "We Mongolian warriors, when have we ever been afraid of the Southern Barbarians on land!" Mobilize people and horses, and use human lives to fill in and destroy this Southern Barbarian Naval Army! ”

Without waiting for Brother Mo to reply, in the fierce battle of the military array, a majestic slogan sounded again. This voice is familiar to the Mongolian warriors, and it is the slogan of the Thunderbolt Naval Army's charge - kill the Tartars, go to heaven!

Meng Ke suddenly looked at the battlefield, and saw that the front of the Cowardly Xue Army was slowly retreating under the oppression of the Thunderbolt Army!

Brother Mo hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the reins of the war horse under Meng Ge's crotch, and said urgently: "Great Khan, it's dangerous here, let's move to the top of the mountain!" ”

Meng Ge slammed the back of Brother Mo's hand with the horsewhip in his hand, and shouted, "What nonsense? I am the Great Khan, as long as my Sulu does not move, the morale of the cowardly warriors will not fall, even if they exchange lives with the southern barbarians, they can be stopped. Brother Mo, hurry up and transfer troops! ”

Brother Mo sighed, let go of the reins of the Great Khan's horse, and immediately saluted: "Great Khan, you must be careful, I will come when I go!" ”

So saying, he rode away with his horse.

Just when the two hurriedly talked a few words, Chen Dexing had already stood on a three-shot stone machine, he was already tall, and he stepped on a stone machine more than one meter high under his feet, and he was immediately condescending, holding a simple anemometer in his hand.

"Wind speed, breeze!"

Chen Dexing roared loudly: "Distance, five hundred and eighty; Direction, 55 degrees NW......"

Beside him, Kong Yu and Kong Xiucai were inspecting the twenty three-bow bed crossbows that were neatly arranged one by one! The bed crossbows have been wound, and the huge heavenly thunder arrows have been installed in place. The "warhead" made of wrought iron sheet of each Heavenly Thunder Arrow was filled with three catties of finest quality granular gunpowder, and there were a total of sixty catties of black gunpowder in the twenty Heavenly Thunder Arrows. The power of the explosion is at least three kilograms of explosives!

"All the crossbows are ready!" Kong Yu roared loudly. On the side of each bed crossbow, the artillery hand (the bed crossbow in the Thunderbolt Army is a cannon formation) has prepared a fire fold, and the fuse can be lit at the first order.

"Howler!" Chen Dexing looked straight ahead again, the foot soldiers of the Thunderbolt Water Army had just launched a round of counterattack, and had already forced the cowardly Xue back slightly, leaving enough range for the twenty three-bow bed crossbows. Chen Dexing pulled out his sword violently, and kept Su Luding on the hillside in front of him, "Target, Mongol Great Khan, all ignite...... Hair! ”R1152