One side Yinglong was anxious, he heard Zhang Jiayu and Wu Chuanyu say that the combat power of these armored soldiers, they killed the officers and soldiers to the ground, it was the elite force of the militia, shouting loudly, the two crossbowmen were ready, the shield hand flashed, they shot at these armored soldiers, Fang Yinglong saw that only one was shot down, and although the other one was shot, the shot of the militia broke the arrow from his chest at once, his face remained unchanged, and he continued to kill.

A few more outcasts were killed, and the shield pistols did the same again, killing them, and then pushing the corpses hanging on the shields a few steps forward, and several of the homeless light soldiers turned around again, and they were terrified, and there were killing gods on both sides.

The armored elite soldiers behind finally arrived, and a few of the daring light soldiers who rushed to the armored pacesetters didn't have time to say a word, and they were slashed by machetes.

The two sides collided together, the gunners attacked again, they shot through the holes in several shields, but only heard the sound of metal striking "gurgling", these armoured pacesetters were wearing double armor, and they all had small hand shields for fighting in their hands, and the other hand was holding hand axes, hammers and other short soldiers, these armoured soldiers were all strong, the big shield and the hand shield collided together, making a short "bang" sound, the gunners returned in vain, and when the stickman was trying to get on, the shield hand in front of him screamed.

The armoured pacesetters crouched down and violently slashed the legs of the shieldmen, one of whom made the other man cut off his legs with an axe, and he screamed and fell to the ground, and a hole appeared in the shield.

Fang Yinglong was in a hurry, seeing a stout armored pacesetter squeezing in, as soon as he rushed in, he first swung his axe and violently slashed several shields on both sides, in a pool of blood, Fang Yinglong saw several specialized shieldmen and let the other party cut them down one by one.

Fang Yinglong set up his flag gun, poked it with all his strength, and suddenly penetrated the opponent's cotton armor, but the chain mail in the other party did not penetrate it, only resisted the opponent and took a few steps back.

At this time, the four shieldmen were all finished, they were lying on the ground, blood flowed on the ground, and the corpses of the homeless people on the ground were piled up, no one supported the shield anymore, the armored pacesetters of the homeless people behind them had a cruel look on their faces, and rushed in with a cruel smile, a gunner sent out a shot, because the gun was too long, he did not kill the other party, but let the opponent's hammer slam on the head, most of the Fang soldiers only wore fur hats to cover the rain, and could not block it, the gunman screamed, fell to the ground sideways, and died.

The armor-clad pacesetter on the opposite side opened Fang Yinglong's flag gun, Fang Yinglong's flag gun was the longest, and it was the most difficult to open, Fang Yinglong yelled at the back: "Short soldiers, hurry forward." ”

The short soldiers of his team cowered, and wanted to hide behind the gunmen, Fang Yinglong was in a hurry, and shouted: "Don't hurry up, or Lao Tzu will kill you." But the armored pacesetter on the opposite side didn't give him time, and an armored pacesetter stepped forward and slashed at the top of Fang Yinglong's head. This soldier had already cut down three gunners, and his knife was covered with the blood of Fang Zhuangding.

At this time, Fang Yinglong's team of short soldiers suddenly turned around and ran backwards, he threw down the hand shield in his hand, threw his armor and helmet to the side, and fled desperately backwards.

The skirmish is a killer team with equipment second only to the captain, they are equipped with helmets, shields, and cotton armor, usually as the same characters as the team, the four skirmishers have just died three people, and this last melee does not look at his companions who are still fighting with the enemy, and simply runs away.

Fang Yinglong didn't have time to scold the other party, he struggled to raise the flag gun horizontally, the other party's thick-backed machete cut down, and cut his wax pole flag gun into two sections.

Fang Yinglong held back the pain and desperately kicked the opponent's stomach, he and the rogue militia who had slashed him retreated together, Fang Yinglong fell to the ground, unable to make a sound, and on the other side, the members of the Ninth Killer Team were fighting hard with the other armor-clad pacesetters, but from Fang Yinglong's eyes, he only saw that there were fewer and fewer figures in the uniforms of Fangjiazhuang Zhuang, and there were more and more figures on the other side wearing heavy armor and white chain mail inside.

Fang Yinglong stood up, and the figure of the little aunt Fang Yuping floated in his mind, he laughed miserably, he died, the little aunt who fed him candy since she was a child may be sad, but after these rogue militia rushed into the Zhuangzi, the little aunt will definitely suffer.

Thinking of this, he stood up, the armored soldier who was kicked by him saw him get up, with a surprised and cruel smile on his face, he thought that this flag captain must be dead, but he didn't expect that he could stand up after being stabbed by himself, the armored soldier slashed to death a boring palladium hand, and then walked slowly towards Fang Yinglong with a cruel smile.

Fang Yinglong used his last strength, held the flag gun that he only had half left, and suddenly roared, and shot out, the armor-clad pacesetter thought that he was attacking his chest and abdomen again, his chest and abdomen were double armor, he was not afraid of the flag gun that had been broken in two, he smiled and looked at Fang Yinglong's joke.

I don't want to be in sharp pain for a while, Fang Yinglong is not a stupid person, his left arm is injured, and if he doesn't use all his strength, he will definitely not be able to penetrate the opponent's double armor, so this shot is not attacking the opponent's chest and abdomen, but directly attacking the opponent's thigh, where there is only a layer of cotton armor.

The flag gun penetrated the cotton armor and pierced into the flesh, Fang Yinglong twisted hard, because he was injured, his strength was weak, and he did not poke deeper, but he also penetrated into the appearance of half a foot, Fang Yinglong firmly remembered what Wu Chuanyu said, after piercing in, he had to rotate, he turned around, the homeless armor pacesetter screamed earth-shatteringly, he slashed and killed several opponents, and none of them injured him, this suddenly stimulated his ferocity, he suddenly screamed "whoop", and roared: "The master is going to chop you up and cut you into pieces of meat." He fired the flag gun violently, the bear-like strong body collided, the two collided, Fang Yinglong only felt that his eyes were full of gold stars, he flew two steps backwards, and fell into the pile of corpses, a warm blood flowed down his head, he wanted to raise his head to see clearly, but the blood flowed down his forehead, fascinating his eyes, he wiped it with his hand, and saw the injured armor-clad pacesetter limping forward, with a hideous expression on his face.

The pacesetter in armor raised a thick-backed machete, wanting to chop one of Yinglong's legs first, Fang Yinglong injured him, his combat power was affected, maybe he can no longer be a pacesetter in armor in the future, and he doesn't know how much the treatment in the rogue militia will drop.

But before he got off the knife, a heavy wind sound of "woo" sounded, the armored soldier looked sideways, and saw a hammer hit down with the sound of the wind, if he was not injured, maybe he could dodge, but he was injured in the leg, his movements were not flexible, plus dozens of pounds of armor on his body, he only let go a little, the hammer hit his ear, he made an "ah" again, the voice was extremely low, and then knelt on the ground, Fang Yingzhi looked over, it was the only remaining knife and stick hand in the team.

The knife and stick hand raised the knife and stick again, and hit the pacesetter's body again, and the flesh foam flew up with blood, and this stick beat the body of the outless armored soldier into something like paper, and the body of the pacesetter squirmed a few times, and then stopped moving in a low scream. Just now, this armor-clad pacesetter killed several gunners and shield men in Fangjiazhuang, he was a murderous opponent, and for such an opponent, it was only right to beat the opponent into flesh as soon as possible.

Fang Yinglong lay on the ground and shouted with all his might: "Good brother, thank you"

The knife and stick hand is just a family child, and the two of them must not go together, the knife stick hand smiled and said, "Good brother." ”

But his smile has not fallen, another armor pacesetter appeared behind him, suddenly a knife, blood light flew up, the right hand of the knife stick hand and the body separated, the blood rushed like a spring, the knife stick hand fell to the ground in pain, but he did not have time to speak, while several armor pacesetters stepped forward together, they stepped on the belly of the knife stick hand with their feet, and then used the knife to slam the belly of the knife stick hand, and then pulled out, and then inserted it hard, they all had a murderous smile on their faces, they were afraid that this knife stick hand would not die, several pacesetters lifted the big knife, and poked wildly on the stomach of this knife stick hand, and then they rushed to the back with satisfaction, began to charge the next killer team, the armor pacesetter who had cut off the knife stick hand at the beginning grabbed the dead knife stick man by the hair, swung his broadsword, and cut off his head, then he smeared the blood on his face, pinned the knife stickman's head to his waist, and joined the pursuit of the next killer team.

Fang Yinglong's eyes widened, and he was almost bleeding, he pointed his finger at the companion who had hacked his companion to death and shouted, "You...... Die. ”

At this time, Fang Yinglong leaned against the pile of dead people, in the direction of Fangjiazhuang in front of him, and saw that his team of short soldiers was the one who escaped just now, he exclaimed, waved his hand, and shouted: "Run, run, defeat, let's run......" His call drove some people to look back, which was strictly forbidden by military discipline.

I saw a hand crossbow thrown on the ground, the hand crossbow had been put on, but the crossbowman let the opponent's armored pacesetter hack to death, his body was next to his hand crossbow, under normal circumstances, the short soldier with a hand shield and short soldier should have covered the knife stick hand and crossbowman, but now the knife stick hand and crossbowman have become corpses, they are hiding in the distance and should be responsible for covering the brother's short soldier, he is now desperately fleeing backwards, their team of twenty-one people, now except for Fang Yinglong, who is lying on the ground waiting for death, only the short soldier is still alive, and the other brothers in their team are all dead under the sword and axe of the rogue militia armor pacesetter。

Fang Yinglong straightened his body a little with all his might, he could just see the short soldier who fled for his life, the short soldier looked panicked, but with a sense of luck, their team seemed to be the only one who survived, the corners of his mouth were full of joy, they ran backwards, with the joy of the New Year on their faces, the sixteenth killer team behind the ninth killer team was also killed, it seemed that they were repeating the mistakes of the ninth killer team, some people saw that the ninth killer team in front of them was exhausted, and they also began to flee backwards, and among these fleeing people, with the mountain sound of the short soldier, he ran and beckoned, beckoning to those who are resisting, calling them to flee for their lives.

Fang Yinglong muttered in his mouth: "Why don't you resist, why don't you resist......" He saw the crossbow on the ground, so he picked up the crossbow that had been on the ground with great difficulty, because he had no strength, and the blood was all over his face, this action made him almost use up the last bit of strength in his body, and finally, Fang Yinglong, who was smiling, lifted the crossbow in his hand.

He slowly picked up the crossbow, and at this time, the armored pacesetters who were impacting and slashing the sixteenth killer team were not interested in looking at a person on the ground who was almost dead, Fang Yinglong was lying on the ground, his face was covered with blood, and he didn't move, and no one paid attention to his small movement.

Fang Yinglong used all his strength, aimed the hand crossbow at the short soldier who fled for his life, calculated the distance in his heart, due to the time relationship, he only practiced the flag gun, not the hand crossbow, in a killer team, every member of the team is proficient in the weapons he uses, originally if there is enough time, they will also alternately practice the weapons of their companions, so that they can take over their companions in the event of casualties, but Wu Chuanyu has no time, so this has caused the simplification of skills.

Seeing it, Fang Yinglong used the last trace of strength to pull the board machine, the vibration of the crossbow body made him tremble, and then he looked at the arrow flying a curve, he originally thought that the crossbow arrow would fly in a straight line, the arrow flew over, and it was about to shoot the deserter, but in the last distance, the arrow sank a little bit, after all, it was a little worse, the arrow flew low, and the arrow was inserted at the feet of the fleeing short soldier, and did not hit the deserter.

Fang Yinglong put down the crossbow with difficulty, took a breath, closed his eyes, his shoulder was still bleeding profusely, and the strength of his whole body was losing, as if he only had the breath out, no incoming air, and he had no strength to even inhale, thinking that he was about to die of bleeding, and wanted to reopen the crossbow again, but he never had that strength, and with infinite regret in his heart, he didn't kill the deserter who killed his companion, so unwilling.

Wu Chuanyu watched the opponent's armored pacesetters rush into the ranks, and in the blink of an eye, the Fang family's soldiers were cut to blood, and a group of routs began to flee backwards, and these armor-clad pacesetters began to attack the killer team on the side, thinking that they would soon be able to defeat the killer team on the side, if the killer team on the side was defeated, then there must be a rout, and then it would be a unilateral massacre.

Wu Chuanyu threw the helmet to the ground and said loudly: "Order, ignite, set fire to let Zhang Baihu upstream know the news, and also, transfer the ballista on this section of the wall to the direction of the Ninth Killer Team, whether it is a rout or a wandering militia, they will all shoot it, and the archers will release arrows at the same time, in this section, there is no distinction between the enemy and me." ”

A Jianghu guest stepped forward and said: "Hu Daxia, we have tried our best, we might as well flee for our lives earlier, how can this thousands of troops be stopped." ”

The martial arts of these Jianghu guests are enough to make them flee for their lives.

Wu Chuanyu said angrily: "If you want to run for your life, go and run away yourself, give orders, whoever can use a knife will follow me, and wait for the ballista to shoot past us and impact the opponent's armored soldiers." "There are also two killer teams behind him to guard the door, and Wu Chuanyu plans to take them to attack the opponent's armor soldiers.

The Jianghu guest who was about to flee for his life went down in a gloomy manner, and muttered mockingly: "What are you pretending, kindly let you run for your life together, but you don't listen......"

The drums sounded, and more than a dozen crossbow carts above turned their direction at the same time, and the archers below the wall also opened their bows, heading towards the armored soldiers who were breaking through the formation of the Fang family soldiers and the routed soldiers in front of them.

Wu Chuanyu said loudly: "Put." ”

In the screams, the rout who fled backwards was shot down a large area, and the rogue militia behind also shot a lot, and the crossbow arrows of the ballista flew into the crowd, shooting people to pieces, and a flag-carrying armor-clad pacesetter was shot into two sections, and the flag fell down at once, which made the armoured pacesetters who were driving the rout stop a little.