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"These North Koreans must be crazy, kill me! Kill all these lowly guys! ”

In the dark night, Fukushima Masanori shouted with a hideous face, and constantly ordered the iron cannon Ashigaru to shoot at the surging North Koreans with the iron cannon:

Countless North Koreans, dressed in ragged clothes, yellow muscles, roared and rushed up like unconscious walking corpses, and their whole bodies were bleeding from the iron cannons of the devil's ashigaru, and they fell to the ground helplessly and were trampled to death by their companions behind them. But more North Koreans are not afraid of death, waving their rudimentary weapons in their hands, and continue to roar upwards, with only one goal: to break through the devil's defenses and snatch all the food to eat!

Previously, Fukushima Masanori led the cavalry to counterattack, wanting to use the impact of the cavalry to defeat the Korean hungry people in one fell swoop, but the mud bombardment horse was short, so it became the target of the hungry Korean starving people, and after losing dozens of war horses, Fukushima Masanori no longer dared to use the precious cavalry to fight.

"Damn, why didn't that guy send reinforcements yet? If this continues, food and gunpowder will all fall into the hands of these Korean pariahs! While personally going into battle to slash and kill the starving North Koreans who rushed up with a naginata, Fukushima Masanori secretly complained.

At present, the two sides have been fighting fiercely for more than three hours, and the dead and wounded of the hungry people in North Korea have already exceeded 10,000, and the devils have killed and injured less than 100 people. However, the starving people of North Korea, relying on their numerical superiority and extreme thirst for food, still relentlessly launched attacks on Fukushima's regular defensive circle.

The beginning of the devil's invasion of Korea. Therefore, every time an area was occupied, troops would be sent to burn and loot in the local area, and except for a small amount of food and winter clothing left for the local Koreans, all other valuable things would be taken away, even including young and beautiful women and young adults. These people would be sold as slaves or shipped back home to be farmed as farmers.

This terrible predatory occupation completely cut off the survival of the Koreans, and a large number of Koreans died of hunger and cold in the cold winter because of the lack of food and medicine. Those who barely survived had to do their best to muster up the courage to fight the devil soldiers who were usually scared at a glance. Try to find a way to survive.

These starving North Koreans besieging Fukushima Masanori. Most of them are left alone when their relatives are dead, and living alone in this world is no different from the walking dead, basically living one day at a time. Such people don't care about death at all, they just think about things like having to eat a full meal even if they die. In this way, they were afraid of the devil army before. There's nothing to be afraid of: the big deal is to be killed. It's better than starving to death and being eaten by wild dogs or something.

Here, I saw the hungry people of North Korea rushing up with their lives. The temporary defensive position he built with the cart was about to be overwhelmed, and Fukushima Masanori immediately led five hundred elite devil warriors to personally lead the team to kill:

These devil warriors uniformly wore black armor with the Fukushima Masanori family crest. Wielding a long, narrow sword in both hands, he roared and collided head-on with the oncoming starving North Koreans. The huge sword directly swung out a terrifying semi-circular arc surface, and easily killed countless starving North Korean people, most of whom just felt a chill in their chests, and then blood gushed out and died on the spot.

Fukushima Masanori took the lead in rushing to the front, and the whole person was like crazy, constantly brandishing the naginata to slash and stab, killing the starving North Koreans in front of him. Behind him, five hundred mud bombardment warriors followed, like a sharp steel knife, and cut the ranks of the starving Koreans in two from the middle.

"Ha Lu Ha the Koreans are nothing more than that, no matter how many they are, they are no match for our big mud bombardment samurai. Yes! A devil warrior armed with a sword cut off the head of an old Korean man in front of him, and was about to say a few words arrogantly, but he screamed miserably, and was slashed on the neck by a hoe that came out of nowhere.

Fukushima Masanori, who was killing the starving people in North Korea, felt that the North Koreans were just like that, and slowly discovered that something was wrong, and at the same time, the devil samurai beside him began to gradually appear casualties: there were too many North Koreans.

As soon as there are more than 10,000 people, like mountains and seas, and although the fighting ability of 780,000 Korean hungry people is far inferior to that of the elite samurai of the devils, and even less than a person holding a spear, 70,000 or 80,000 people can completely offset this disadvantage by rushing up without fear of death.

Fukushima Masanori's men and horses rushed into the crowd of starving North Koreans smoothly at the beginning, but gradually they were surrounded by the death of the North Koreans in three layers and three layers outside, and when they cut down one person, they would be attacked by seven or eight people at the same time, and the crowd was too dense, and there was almost no room for the exquisite body skills and dodging skills that the devil samurai were good at, and there was no room to even dodge. Many devil warriors were hit by countless hoes, kitchen knives and other farm tools in this way, and those who were lucky enough to rely on their armor could still block a few times, and those who were unlucky were directly hit by the neck and other parts without armor protection, and they were killed on the spot and were stripped of their armor and weapons on the spot by the hungry people of North Korea. There is only one crotch cloth left in the whole body, and the bare pig has to fall to the ground, how embarrassing it is.

"Damn it! These North Korean pariahs are cheating, everyone follows me and kills them back! Seeing that the elite samurai around him were filled one by one by the North Koreans with human lives, killed alive, and the dead were as aggrieved as they were, Fukushima Masanori couldn't bear it anymore and ordered a retreat.

Fukushima Masanori himself is actually in danger, and the long-handled weapon Naginata, which is almost ineffective in the dense crowd of starving people in North Korea, will face weapons attacks from all sides if he accidentally gets stuck in the corpse of North Korea. As a last resort, Fukushima Masanori had no choice but to break the handle of the naginata knife from the middle, and when the katana was called, he held the naginata in his left hand and the katana at his waist in his right hand, wielding his double swords to force a way out.

Fukushima Masanori didn't care about bandaging his wounds, and was in a hurry to count the losses of the samurai troops, but he almost didn't feel sorry for him to death: of the 500 samurai who went out to fight, one hundred and sixty-eight were killed, and the rest were also scarred.

"Alas, I ordered the iron cannon Ashigaru to take turns firing, and the spear Ashigaru was responsible for killing the Koreans who rushed to the front. The whole army is not allowed to go out of the cart defense array to fight, and all of them are stubbornly waiting for reinforcements! With a tired wave of his hand, he ordered a retainer to go down to deliver the order, and Fukushima Masanori sat on the ground with a tired face.

"When Kato Kiyomasa and I tortured and killed these North Koreans, and when they were LR their wives and children, didn't these guys still cower one by one and didn't dare to resist, and they didn't dare to make the slightest difference when they saw their families and loved ones being killed? How did you get so tough now? If Nabeshima Ueshige doesn't come again, I'll have to throw away all my baggage tomorrow afternoon and run for my life with my troops, what should I do? Looking blankly at the night sky overhead, Masanori Fukushima thought with a questioning mind.

He doesn't know that everything is too much, and if he does too much, he will inevitably cause great trouble to himself. The devil's previous burning, killing and looting went too far, and finally caused a crazy backlash from the North Koreans - the stick will bite if it is urgent.

Here Fukushima Masanori was besieged by the starving people of North Korea, waiting for Nabeshima Ethiro's reinforcements, but unfortunately he didn't know that Nabeshima Ueshige's head had been hung on the flagpole.

Rewind time to when Nabeshima Uemao received a letter from Fukushima Masanori asking for help:

"What? It's actually those people, and I'm going to mobilize 10,000 horses to follow me to reinforce Fukushima-sama! Nabeshima Ethiro, who received Fukushima Masanori's request for help, was taken aback at the time and hurriedly led the troops to reinforce in person.

Although it has not been long since they were stationed in Huangzhou City, these terrible Nabeshima Uemao of the starving North Koreans know better than anyone else: this is a group of hungry animals who are not afraid of anything, dare to eat anything, and don't care about anything. Unless you have enough troops, to the point where they feel like they can't fill it with human lives, you're going to be killed by these guys.

Nabeshima Ueshige had suffered a big loss from these people before, losing hundreds of men and horses, so he received a letter of help from His Royal Highness Taiko's favorite general Fukushima Masanori, and immediately led 10,000 horses and horses to leave Pyongyang City with enough iron cannons, and hurried towards Fukushima Masanori in a hurry.

What he didn't know was that a vicious wolf that was a hundred times more terrible than the hungry people in North Korea had already lurked on the way he had to reinforce Fukushima Masanori, waiting for him to lead his army out of Huangzhou, so that Nabeshima Uemao would be chewed to death in one fell swoop!

"Hehe, little devil, don't blame Uncle Ben for looking for your own death, don't want to see the moon at night alive today!" (To be continued......)