Who knew that the wounded recruit didn't do it, and glared and said: "When I go back, I want to report to the picket chief, and the sergeant major, you discriminate against me and imprison you for ten days!" "I can't imagine that this guy can't be disciplined, but he is very familiar with this order. Because in the Duyin tribe, the relationship between the grassland people and the Han people is promoted, it is specifically mentioned that if there is racial discrimination in the army, you can complain.

"Shut up your mother! If Lao Tzu can get out alive, he can be locked up for twenty days,, Sao Tartar, go back! Guo Jin bandaged him, pushed him back, but shouted, "If you want to live, listen to Lao Tzu's command!" By this time they had been surrounded by forty or fifty men, and many more were pouring out of the courtyard, and there were also torches coming from the five thousand armor soldiers......

The recruits of the Naduyin tribe were also stubborn, they collected their bows and pulled out their long knives, they were all carrying the weapons in the original army when they were recruited, in fact, it was the Duyin tribe that Chen San was presiding, and the bow and knife were also standard. The recruit was still there and scolded: "If the horses didn't come, or five or six horsemen, and the sect was scattered...... The people from the Duyin tribe who fought on the grassland for almost ten years were not bragging, but there were no horses at the moment.

In the shouting and scolding of the Javanese vernacular, in the trajectory drawn by the indiscriminate shaking of many torches, the bamboo spears kept piercing on the iron shields of the first few sword and shield soldiers, Guo Jin did not hesitate for a moment, because he knew that the sword and shield soldiers in front of him would not last long, as long as Du Banren came back to his senses and made people get a few bamboo guns to sweep off the plate, those few sword and shield soldiers could not defend the top and the bottom, and it was bound to collapse.

Perhaps the only thing that was fortunate was the dozens of Du Ban people who poured in. There is no concept of a military formation, and they are all displayed there with personal bravery, which makes the sword and shield soldiers who have trained in the queue from the second division of the Ming Dynasty and the Miyun avant-garde. It can barely support the precarious defensive line.

He shouted: "Grenades! Then he pulled out the cable, and after nearly two seconds, he threw the two smoke-emitting grenades at once, and the two grenades flew for more than ten meters before they exploded in the air, and the natives in front of the sword and shield soldiers, except for those who fell screaming. Others were either stunned or subconsciously turned around and ran.

"Charge! Charge! Guo Jin squeezed out of the shield and used the rifle with a bayonet. After stabbing the natives in the chest, who was still in a daze, he drew his bayonet and slammed the butt of his rifle into the head of the other native, roaring with his roar. The twelve soldiers also swung their swords forward and slashed forward...... On the battlefield. The distraction caused by the grenade explosion for a second or two was enough to change the tide of the battle for a battle of this magnitude.

Guo Jin rushed into the gate first, two strong natives dragged heavy stone sticks towards him, Guo Jin subconsciously pulled the trigger, and the close-range shot lifted half of the skull of the stout natives in front of him, and he immediately made a tactical rolling action on the spot, dodging the stone stick grabbed by another native. When he got up, he found the native on his knees with his eyes covered and screaming. The Duyin recruit who Guo Jin helped him bandage his wounds just now took out an arrow again, but said to Guo Jin: "I will still report to the picket officer!" ”

"Sao Tartar, bring seeds!" Guo Jin got up and pulled the bolt out of the bullet case, and scolded with a smile, but he roared, "Ding Rongcheng's soldiers!" Then he rushed inward, and the twelve soldiers behind him, no one asked why they did not retreat, why did they rush in, why did they rush in, why were they so outnumbered, and why did they still rush in.

It's not that they have good discipline, but they have blood, it's Ding Yi's name, which makes them enthusiastic and shouting: "I'm invincible!" Kill! "For soldiers in the era of cold weapons, an invincible leader can often make them place a lot of hope, such as at this time, it is the undefeated Ding Yi, giving them the belief that they will win.

They rushed in, or crashed in, crashed into those poorly dressed natives, with arrows, blades, harvesting lives, those few iron shields, can not completely protect their safety, although in this kind of mad tiger rush, the natives did not as Guo Jin feared, with up and down to break the defense, but they really have too strong numerical advantage, the blood on the twelve soldiers, gradually increased, but they are still rushing, stubbornly advancing, the grassland soldiers can't pull the strings, Then the shield of the weak Han soldier in front of him was put on the opponent's position; The Han soldiers who retreated erected their steppe comrades-in-arms who were too heavily wounded and could no longer keep up with the pace of this team......

The only one who was not injured was Guo Jin, a rifle with a bayonet, simple anti-stabbing and anti-stabbing, skillfully used in his hands, but his body was always consuming, when he threw the last grenade and ran out of the last bullet in the magazine, he didn't even have time to change the magazine, because there were only four soldiers behind him, holding shields, desperately guarding the other eight paralyzed comrades, and it was impossible for anyone to provide him with cover, even if it was a second of cover.

Guo Jin tirelessly opened the stabbed bamboo spear, stabbed the bayonet into the opponent's body, and then pulled out the bayonet, to deal with another bamboo spear, after more than thirty breaths, he finally became weak, so he also began to be injured, he felt the blood flowing, taking away his few vitality, he half knelt on the ground, opened a bamboo spear stabbed in his face, let it pierce from his right chest, and shouted with his last strength: "I am invincible!" "One last stab the bayonet into the opponent's chest.

The last time, he didn't even have the strength to pull out the bayonet.

But just when he was ready to meet death, he found that his eyes were empty, in front of him were groaning natives, torches scattered on the ground, the sound of screaming in the distance of the house, and there was no enemy standing, Guo Jin gasped, and pulled out his bayonet with a trembling hand: "Sao, Sao, Tartar......"

The soldier from the grassland, crawling on the ground, crawled to Guo Jin's side with elbow support, he was injured in both legs, and he really couldn't stand up for a while. Guo Jin looked back at him and said to him, "Help Lao Tzu, pull it out." He was referring to the bamboo spear that pierced his right chest.

"You're going to die." The soldier from the steppe said very seriously, "There is no soldering iron to stop the bleeding, pull it out like this, and you will die." ”

"Execute the order!" Guo Jin used his trembling left hand to replace the rifle with a new magazine, and said, "You can't fucking let the picket Guan Laozi be confined...... Yes! The bamboo gun was pulled out, and the egg-sized wound couldn't stop spurting blood, Guo Jin threw the first-aid kit to the grassland soldier, "Yes, it's the bag of medicine, sprinkle it, Sao Tartar, you hurry up for Lao Tzu, damn, Lao Tzu will die and you will kill you...... I'm cāo! Tap, tap! ”

Thirteen people, all of them are still alive, but including Guo Jin, nine people can't get up even if they are bandaged.

"Why did the natives retreat like this?" The soldier from the grassland, leaning against the wall under the eaves, asked Guo Jin, who was also moved here by his comrades, and was paralyzed on the side, of course, he didn't really want an answer, but was worried that after Guo Jin fell asleep, he would never wake up, so he kept asking questions.

Guo Jin laboriously spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and gasped: "I'm afraid that it's me, let's kill it, kill the enemy general......"

In fact, not only in the chaos, the troops led by Manbazyi were killed by grenades, but also the camp of the 5,000 armor soldiers was lit in more than a dozen places, and the camp roared; What's more, Guo Jin and the others killed more than 40 people, using grenades, bows and arrows, long knives, bayonets and bullets, which is basically one-tenth of the courtyard guards in the mansion of the lord of Du Ban.

Ten percent of the battle was lost, and the natives collapsed. This is not a dull number, ten percent of the natives engaged in the battle, almost all of whom they know have died, and many more have been seriously injured and collapsed, which is the root cause of their unacceptable collapse of war damage.

"It's getting dawn." Guo Jin looked at the extremely dark sky and muttered.

The soldiers from the grassland are not very comforting, and his official words of the Ming Dynasty are not very good, all he can say is: "Lao Guo, you hold on, when the day dawns, Nayan will send someone to pick us up......" They are more accustomed to calling Ding Yi Nayan, the Nayan of the Duyin tribe.

"I ...... I'm afraid I can't hold it anymore...... I'm going to die here......" Guo Jin said intermittently.

"You won't die, Nayan is a Rakshasa, he will bless you!" The soldier from the steppe clumsily comforted his comrade-in-arms who had just fought side by side in his way.

"Haha...... , you're a bastard...... I died here, I died here, for the sake of the baby and father of the family...... And the yellow-faced woman...... Live safely, live alive......" Guo Jin said, vomiting a mouthful of blood, his breath gradually fading. There is no big reason, and there is nothing for the country and the people, but Guo Jin's words that were seriously injured seemed to make the soldier from the grassland suddenly enlightened, and he would never forget this intermittent sentence in his life.

At this time, the assault team in the direction of the junction of Duban and Wucun saw that the five thousand Manbo Yijia soldiers in the camp were attacking each other, and the three veterans who led the team wisely chose to guard this exit, because he knew very well that his fifty or sixty people were involved in this kind of camp roar, and there would really be no bones left.

But they had to make a choice at once: save their lives and let them survive the riots that were pouring in this direction; Or stop the rebels, with their own lives.

Some of the recruits began to tremble, and someone spat out the cork in his mouth and whispered, "My lord, let them pass, where can this be stopped?" Even if you give up your life, you won't be able to do it......" (To be continued......

PS: I'm sorry it's late today, my brother came yesterday and drank too much, and he got up late this morning, and it's not finished until now.