When the swords and guns are bloody, a vicious battle can be regarded as the real .......

When a fire broke out in the house in front of Gule Mountain, all the Jurchens stationed here knew that the enemy was cunning and fierce this time, and everyone in the village would not be spared. In a desperate situation, hundreds of people in the village were determined to fight to the death.

Ma Chengta removed the people from the front village, and a rough inventory found that there were more than 100 people missing. Not many of these people were killed, but many were burned. Looking at the raging fire in front of him, he gathered the rest of the people together, issued his blades, and decided to resist to the end; The second is to let the slaves dig well water to splash the buildings in the back village, especially the dozen or so tall granaries.

At present, the intention of Zhou Qingfeng's night attack is already obvious, and that kid must have noticed Dajin's attack plan and took the risk to burn the military rations. Ma Chengta would rather wet all the grain and grass than let Zhou Qingfeng burn it.

But before these arrangements were completed, the soldiers on the other side of the wall were exclaiming, saying that the incoming enemy had withdrawn from the front wall, but they had made a detour to the wall of the back wall. Ma Chengta's scalp suddenly tingled, he also thought that the fire in Qianzhai could delay the opponent's attack posture, and it would be good if he could burn some of the enemy's soldiers, but he didn't expect Zhou Qingfeng to react so quickly, and he immediately turned around if Qianzhai couldn't attack.

"Don't stand on the wall." Ma Chengta guessed that Zhou Qingfeng used some powerful spells, anyway, as long as the opponent attacked, the wall would definitely not be able to be saved. He simply gathered more than 100 soldiers and the old and weak to stand twenty or thirty meters behind the wall, and then arranged the remaining soldiers behind Yu Ding and the old and weak. At the moment, he didn't expect to win, as long as he could kill more.

Arranged two lines of defense, Ma Chengta himself grabbed a big knife and guarded the end, panting and shouting: "Only forward, not backward, the time has come to be loyal to the Great Khan." Whoever dares to take a step back will be killed! ”

In front of Yu Ding and the old and weak, there were dozens of slaves who were forcibly brought in. These slaves were even bare-handed, at a loss for what to do in the face of the wall. They were only four or five meters away from the wall, and they could even hear the sound of shovels digging and excited breathing in the darkness outside the wall. They don't know why the Son of Allah behind them is like a great enemy, but they also know that danger is near.

A slave couldn't suppress the fear in his heart, and shouted out of the wall: "Brothers outside, you are all Han Chinese." Don't fight, behind the wall, we are also Han. Do not kill, for as soon as you come in, we will all die. Please. ”

One person shouted, and the slaves inside the wall immediately wailed, and some even collapsed and cried. The sound of digging outside the wall paused for a moment, but continued again with a few shouts. Not long after, the sound of a fuse burning rope was like a ghost summoning the spirit of Hades, and the slaves felt their hearts beat when they heard it, and they turned and fled one after another.

"Don't escape, don't escape!" The Jurchen Yu Ding and the old and weak in the back immediately stepped forward to flick and press, and the blood was scattered all over the ground with knives and axes. But in the midst of this screaming and prestige, a violent explosion exploded, washing away all injustice in the world.

In the face of the explosion and the spread of the air, whether it is a miserable slave or a fierce master, all beings are equal. The screaming slaves fell one after another, and the soul of the mighty master was scattered. The thick and pungent smoke and dust were billowing and rushing, and the soldiers behind were all retreating in fear, and they were also seeing the power of explosives for the first time, and they were all inexplicably frightened, and their brains were blank.

Ma Chengta had expected such a powerful blow, and he watched the smoke and dust rush in, and immediately tore open a Tempest Talisman Seal. The violent tornado and the air wave of the explosion were neutralized, and the violent air flow swept away the smoke and dust, and also allowed the Jurchen soldiers in the last row to see the scene after the explosion.

The walled wall was blown open by a gap of more than ten or twenty meters, which could not be blocked. There are several large pits at the base of the blasted wall, and there are corpses lying horizontally and vertically around the big pit for more than ten meters, or injured people who are about to become corpses.

Ma Chengta is waiting for this moment, the enemy will inevitably rush in through the gap, and there is no way to retreat in the wall, so the only way to reverse the attack is to take advantage of the enemy's in-advance. Maybe you can fight back. When he saw the road ahead, he shouted to all the soldiers: "Kill and crush those Han Nikan." ”

The soldiers of the two Niu Lu were like taut strings, they knew that they would die today, but their morale was high and they wanted to drag a few more opponents to die together. Ma Chengta gave an order, and these nearly 100 people immediately howled and rushed out, and by the way, they also coerced a lot of Jurchen Yu Ding who retreated because of panic, and this time more than 200 people rushed together.

Outside the gap, the 'combat engineers' had just retreated, and they were talking and laughing with high morale. They felt that with this ability to blast, the spearmen would retreat in the future, and they would not be as powerful as them. But when the Jurchens rushed out in a frenzy, they immediately revealed their prototypes and fled as quickly as frightened rabbits.

The spear army formation that had completed the formation immediately went up, and the Wumen at the head of the row had already held a breath of bird anger in his heart. As soon as he saw the opponent attacking, he excitedly waved the long-handled battle axe in his hand and shouted: "Barbarians, come to grandpa and die!" ”

In the face of the Jurchen soldiers who rushed out like wolves and tigers, the two spear platoons of the Guards advanced steadily. Just as the two sides were about to collide, a huge war machine fell in the air, and its thick thighs smashed into the middle of the dense Jurchen soldiers.

Zhou Qingfeng rode a giant wolf to attack, and when he got closer, he jumped suddenly, and when he fell heavily, he had already turned into a 'road rage'. More than three tons of weight fell to the ground, and the ground jumped. The Jurchen barbarians around the foothold were rushing forward with a roar, but a few in the middle of the landing point were trampled to death on the spot, and more than a dozen people around felt that their feet were empty, their bodies bounced up, and the people had already fallen.

The three-meter-tall mechanical armament is like a mainstay, fearless in the face of a dense flood of enemies. To deal with these weak scum whose combat effectiveness is far inferior to it, the 'Road Fighter' is neither a violent punch nor a step-up of his legs. It directly uses the most efficient stunt.

"I only have ten seconds, I don't have time to play with you!"

As soon as 'Road Rage' appeared, he immediately stretched out his hands and feet to stretch his body and rolled sideways on the spot. With more than five meters of arms and legs stretched out, and two hundred horsepower to drive more than three tons of steel, no one can really defeat it with body and courage. As soon as it rolled, it was like a steel mill rolling across the ground, and no matter how many people pounced on it, it was as if it were going through a juicer.

In the face of such an unreasonable enemy, it is useless to have more people go up. The bones and tendons are all light, and the real situation is that the stomach is broken, the flesh and blood are pulped, and they are crushed into meat paste - the fire in the stockade is soaring, and the Jurchen barbarians who want to fight hard rush out and enter the darkness. Without waiting for their eyes to adjust, the steel-like 'road rage' rolled in front of them.

Resist? Impossible.

Chop? It can't be cut at all.

Run away? It's too late.

The Jurchen barbarians who stood in the way were crushed by in the middle of their breaths, like a group of brave ants trampled by an unintentional elephant.

Ten seconds later, 'Road Rage' just rolled out of the blast. It stood up suddenly, and Zhou Qingfeng immediately put it away and put it into the special space of the storage bag. All the way to the crushed flesh and flesh stumps and even various organs that were stuck on the body of the 'Road Rage', they lost their attachment, and suddenly fell down with a crackle, and landed next to Zhou Qingfeng.

There are more than 200 Jurchen soldiers coerced the others, and they have to fight hard when their brains are hot, fighting one without losing money, fighting two to make money, and fighting in front of the 'road rage' can only die. Zhou Qingfeng cherished the seeds of his guards, and was reluctant to let them fight with a bunch of crazy people before they grew up, so it was his turn to play the scoundrel.

In just ten seconds, the more than 200 Jurchen barbarians who counterattacked were crushed to death by at least a quarter of Zhou Qingfeng. Before the barbarians who were screaming behind them could figure out what was happening in front of them, they felt empty in front of them, and an extremely strong bloody breath rushed to their faces—more than half of the people who rushed out died, and they still died very miserably.

The bloody battlefield suddenly became quiet, and both sides felt difficult to breathe. Zhou Qingfeng didn't tell anyone that he would play this trick, let alone the enemy after playing, his own people were frightened - even the always bold Wumen was stupid on the spot, and he couldn't come up with such a murderous scene in front of him even if he tried his imagination.

"What are you doing? Rush forward! Zhou Qingfeng swung his saber and slashed a stupid enemy in front of him with a sharp blade. The 'dog meat' behind caught up, the power was fully open, and he lowered his head and slammed into the ground, knocking several Jurchen soldiers who were blocked in the gap to the ground. The four wolf cubs even ran fast on the ground, specifically biting other people's ankles, biting others to jump on their feet.

Seeing Zhou Qingfeng open a bloody path in front, the female soldier archers on both sides of the gap reacted the fastest. They drew arrows and pulled strings, swishing to harvest the lives of their enemies, especially to deal with those unarmored remnants and the old and weak. The female soldiers took advantage of the enemy's crushing and slaughtering by the 'Road Tyrant' to be frightened and exerted their killing ability to the extreme.

Two spear formations were located in front of them, and in front of them were all kinds of strangely shaped corpses that had been crushed. There are also many enemies who are not going to die on the way forward, expressing their misfortunes with twisted wounds and broken limbs. The tall Niu and Wu Gate who commanded the queue both swallowed fiercely, and then shouted loudly: "Assault." ”

The so-called 'assault' is a rapid forward charge in a matter of seconds, and a sharp stab of the spear in the hand before stopping. This is a trick used to deal with heavily armored targets, even if you can't break the defense, you have to push the opponent away. Most of the Jurchen soldiers who rushed out desperately were not fully clothed and armored during the night attack, and Yu Ding and the old and weak were even more difficult to resist this brave attack.

The two platoons strode closer, and the first assault caused a large number of casualties, and ten spears were stabbed out in a horizontal row, which could stab at least four or five people. When the tip of an egg-thick spear penetrates the body, it is basically an instant death.

After the first row of horizontal rows finished stabbing, the second column rushed through the gap of the first column and thrust again, and the spearmen of the same row shouted in unison, with their waists and legs and arms stretched forward, trying to inflict maximum damage. Waiting for the second row to stop, the third row that followed closely followed overtook the first two rows and stabbed the third wave.

Gao Da Niu was in front of the queue as the platoon commander, and he kept stabbing with the captured big iron gun in his hand. This gun is longer and heavier than a spear, and has a better piercing ability. A white-armored soldier on the opposite side cut off the spearheads of two spears in succession, and when he slashed the big iron spear with one sword, sparks appeared from the edge of the knife.

There was a crisp sound, and the head of the iron gun shook slightly, but the thick-backed knife that chopped failed to separate the gun head. The white-armored soldier watched as the swarthy iron spear pierced into front of him like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter. He felt that the inconspicuous spearmen on the opposite side were not small, and they should have been strengthened by the rune seal. Before he could curse 'Southern Barbarian Cunning', the spear head broke through the iron armor on his chest.

The gun entered his body, and the white-armored soldier could not feel the pain, but he lost control of his body and even his lower limbs. He felt the head of the gun turn, a precursor to pulling away. As soon as the spear is removed, he will fall. At the last moment before he died, the white-armored soldier howled loudly and threw the thick-backed knife in his hand with all his might.

The blade swirled and flew over a distance of four or five meters, as if it had struck the figure on the opposite side. The figure fell, and the head of the gun left the body. The white-armored soldiers lost their support and could no longer stand. The moment he fell, he heard an exclamation from the spearman on the other side.

When the white-armored soldiers fell to the ground, they were very puzzled and annoyed - why are these Han Nikans so difficult to fight today? Kill one with all your might. If all Han people are like this, where is there still a way for us Jurchens to live?