The guns of the Death Battalion were equipped with bayonets one foot and a half long, and the guns themselves were about the same length as the small spears used by the infantrymen, and they were specially trained in assassination, and they were good at hand-to-hand combat with bayonets.

In the face of the approaching enemy troops, the soldiers untied their grenades from their belts and lit the fuse with lighters, quietly waiting for orders.

The left army moved cautiously against the planks and shields, knowing that the range of the bow and arrow was not hit, the soldiers were bold, threw away the heavy planks, screamed and pounced, the gate of the shipyard was destroyed by the artillery fire of the death battalion, it was a slope-like ruin, no ladder can be attacked, many left troops rushed towards this breakthrough, hundreds of people were pouring on the edge of the ruins, when a dozen black iron guys were thrown down on it, before they could react, the bomb exploded, the left army was killed and wounded, and the people behind were terrified and fell to the ground, at this time, from the ruins came a roar, the soldiers rushed down with bayonets。

The death battalion actually launched a counterattack under such a disparity in strength! Liu Ziguang brandished his sword and rushed to the front, a group of people were like tigers going down the mountain, where was the opponent of the left army, and they were put down in a photo, and the second wave of the left army was brave to meet it under the officer's order, and it collapsed in less than a moment, and the military spirit was scattered, and the officers could not maintain the situation, and the soldiers lost their armor and turned around and ran.

"What a strong fighting force!" He Renlong put down the clairvoyant mirror and secretly admired one of his subordinates, Qianhu, and asked, "General, let's attack." ”

"Wait." He Renlong's subconscious wanted to consume Liu Ziguang's three hundred men and horses, so that he could control the power of Huguang, but Liu Ziguang had better not die, otherwise the court would be angry and it would be difficult to explain, and it was best to wait for them to consume almost enough to send troops to enjoy the benefits of the fisherman.

"*** He Renlong wants to use Lao Tzu to consume the strength of the left army." Liu Ziguang was very dissatisfied with the performance of the friendly army, but the enemy couldn't do anything to him at the moment, so he could only say hatefully: "Wait for Lao Tzu to free up his hands and then clean you up." "The death camp did not take advantage of the victory, and after collecting the spears, bows and arrows from the dead men, they returned to the shipyard to prepare for the next attack of the left army, and some grenades and some were estimated to hold out until dark.

Zuo Mengeng didn't expect that the other party's combat effectiveness was so strong, more powerful than any army he had ever fought against, he only had four thousand infantry fighting against the water, and he hadn't eaten lunch yet, and there were 1,500 cavalry of He Renlong next to him, so sticky and sticky, and it was he who suffered when it was dark, he pulled out his sword and shouted: "Give it all to me!" "Zuo Mengeng's move is called breaking the cauldron and sinking the boat, rather than adding fuel to the attack, it is better to press up, as for the city can be captured even if it is filled with human lives, as for He Renlong, he can only gamble, bet that he will die and not be saved.

The 4,000 left army was all mobilized, these 6 soldiers were lightly armed, except for weapons, they did not carry baggage, fought for a long time, did not even drink a sip of water, the weather in Wuhan was hot, the white sun made the soldiers dizzy, sweat under the iron helmet, and the combat effectiveness has been greatly reduced.

Liu Ziguang saw that the left army pressed on the whole line, and once again sent a flag to the He people and dragons in the distance, asking him to send troops to attack, but the He army hid in the shade of the tree and pretended not to see the death camp, so he had to face the strong enemy again and counterattack with a white blade.

This time by Zuo Mengeng personally supervised the formation, the left army no longer retreated, even if it suffered the continuous bombardment of grenades, there was no chaos in the rear formation, and still steadily moved forward, the archers kept pointing arrows at the city, suppressing the infantry, holding a shield in one hand and a knife in the other, climbed up to the ruins of the city gate, suddenly there was a loud bang, the explosives bag buried in the ruins was ignited, countless rubble was shot all over the sky, the left army suffered heavy casualties, but the ruins of the city gate were flattened again, it was easier to climb, the death camp was killed again after the explosion, and the hands were no longer bayonets but spears and broadswords, they were also tired of fighting for a long time, but the energy was obviously much stronger than that of the left army, and the long-term training in Nanjing made them accustomed to this hot climate, and the long-distance running of thirty miles a day was more guaranteedWith abundant physical strength, three hundred warriors covered in blood, sweat and dust appeared like regional demon soldiers, roaring in unison, rushing into the left army formation and killing them.

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The soldiers of the death battalion are the most elite of the Red Shirt Regiment, with good physical strength and experience, and have been trained by famous instructors, whether they are fighting alone or in groups, they are among the best strong troops in the whole world, and the left army with insufficient training and low morale is not their opponent, although there is Zuo Menggeng's personal supervision of the battle, it is still cut down.

Seeing that his subordinates were beaten so badly, Zuo Mengeng gritted his teeth with hatred, couldn't attack for a long time, and always guarded against He Renlong's sneak attack, and the pressure on him was also very great, although he had more than 20,000 people in name, but he could only use five or six thousand, and he had to perform other tasks, and his strength was also stretched.

The three hundred warriors of the death camp were like entering a no-man's land, and they formed a battle squad of three with tacit understanding, and they were sharp and steady, and they killed the left troops who pounced on them one by one, only to listen to the sharp weapons in front of the formation

"Puff" The corpses of the left army lay down horizontally, but the casualties of the death camp were very few, Liu Ziguang cut down forty or fifty people alone, he rushed to the front alone, where there were many people, where he went, a team of spearmen of the left army saw that he was alone, so he surrounded him, and stabbed Liu Ziguang with a spear, and the gun of the ash pole was suddenly broken, and with a backhand, those soldiers had blood in their chests, and blood gushed out like a fountain, making Liu Ziguang like a demon, and his whole body was red, not only him, but almost every soldier in the death camp had clothes as if they had been fished out of the sea of blood。

Zuo Mengeng's hands are trembling slightly, this kind of intense battle has never been encountered, according to the book of war, the advantage of ten to one troops, the siege of the city is very likely to win, but now people don't defend the city at all, jump down and fight with themselves, so they can't fight this battle, how can they fight this battle?

Liu Ziguang held the sword and sneered at the left army, his blade pointed at the left army, how could he still have the courage to step forward, not only the soldiers, but also the courage of the officers, the battle was a momentum, the brave won when they met on a narrow road, looking at the three hundred bloody people, the left army was frightened, the knives and guns in their hands were not stable, and the whole battlefield was silent for a while.

Liu Ziguang sneered, put down the treasure knife, a drop of blood slid down the blade and fell to the ground, he simply threw the knife away, sat cross-legged on the ground, took out a crumpled cigarette, put it in his mouth, lit it like no one was around, smoked, thousands of people in the left army were trembling and crowded in front of him, more than a dozen steps away, no one dared to step forward, Liu Ziguang smoked two puffs of cigarettes, looked at the left army contemptuously, and shouted: "What is the intention of fighting and not fighting, retreating and not retreating?" The left army was silent, and no one answered.

Liu Ziguang secretly sneered, stood up with a knife, swayed and took a step forward, Zuo Jun took half a step back with a bang, Liu Ziguang took another step, they took another step back, not only ordinary soldiers, but even Zuo Mengeng felt an inexplicable chill, the hot sky actually had a drop of cold sweat flowing down from the back of his head, this person was too strong, he was simply not a human being, he was a god of war!

Everything born here fell into the eyes of He Renlong, the four thousand people of the left army could not have the upper hand, it seemed that the overall situation had been decided, and now the attack would be able to get twice the result with half the effort, he shouted: "All on the horse!" Fifteen hundred recuperated horsemen turned on their horses, put on iron helmets, took off their long-handled swords from the victory hook, and held the reins of their horses in their left hands, forming a three-wave shock formation.

He Renlong shouted: "The time has come for the brothers to make meritorious contributions, and it is time to rush me!" Immediately, five hundred cavalry rushed out like a tide, and suddenly set off a puff of smoke and dust, and after a while, the second wave of five hundred cavalry also followed, and He Renlong personally led the third wave to rush over and kill towards the rear of the left army.

The left army was already frightened, and suddenly heard an earth-shattering roar from the right side, and turned his head to see the smoke and dust rolling out of the mountains, shaking the light of a blade, shining in the sun, and the dragon cavalry of the He people who were eyeing him finally started.

The infantry was afraid of cavalry, it was their nature, the left army barely maintained, the military spirit suddenly collapsed, no longer ignored the officer's order, dropped the weapon, turned around and ran, the entire army collapsed, Zuo Mengeng was coerced by the defeated soldiers and retreated, but fortunately, his personal army team was always by his side to protect him, so he was not trampled to death by the chaotic soldiers.

Although the death camp is brave, but after all, it is not an iron-clad man, after a long time of fighting, physical strength has reached a critical point, just now Liu Ziguang hard filled a large clove of garlic for them to win a little respite, now seeing the collapse of the left army, their tense nerves suddenly relaxed, one by one they had no strength, and the pursuit was sitting on the ground panting.

He Bu cavalry did not make any efforts, did not take this opportunity to kill the left army, just drove the left army to the shore, reined in the horse, let the remnants of the left army board the ship, and left, He Renlong took his subordinates to the shipyard, rolled the saddle and dismounted, and said pretendly: "Hou Ye, in the future, please Haihan." Liu Ziguang said angrily: "He Renlong, what kind of crime should you be guilty of retreating from battle and not saving you when you see death!" As he spoke, he drew out his knives, and He Renlong's personal soldiers also quickly drew their sabers, and the soldiers of the death camp here also surrounded them, and a long knife with a bloodstained handle was raised, and dozens of knives pointed at each other, surrounding Liu Ziguang and He Renlong in the middle.