Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.inforeadx;? A new round of fierce battles unfolded again,

The Praetorian Guard and the Shura Hall no longer need to build their own bunkers, the piles of corpses are enough to serve as bunkers, people hide behind the corpses, fire forward, and the rebels who advanced up were knocked to the ground by row after row,

The battle has reached this point, even the rebels have been beaten to the point of numbness, people seem to have no emotion, no fear, their expressions are blank, they mechanically push forward while fighting back, and they don't even look at the bullets of their comrades who fall to the ground.

The Praetorian Guards and Shura Hall disciples of less than 10,000 could no longer stop the advance of the crowd of rebels, and seeing that the rebels in the front row were less than twenty meters away from him, Wen Ying glanced at it, turned around and shouted: "Throw thunder,"

The Praetorian Guards untied the few remaining stone mines, and threw them forward with all their might, and when they threw the mines, from time to time people were shot in the head or in the arms, some of the stone mines were thrown into the rebel camp, some of the stone mines were thrown outside the rebel camp, and some of the stone mines were not thrown out at all, and as the Janissaries who threw the mines were knocked down, the stone mines fell behind the bunkers,

Boom, boom -

The explosion continued to sound, and seeing the rebels' front-row camp being blown apart, Moon Young took the lead in rushing out from behind the bunker, waving his sword forward, and shouted: "Hit the sword, rush and kill the enemy,"

As soon as he finished speaking, he shot a spirit bullet from among the rebels, and this spirit bullet was close to Wen Ying's scalp, shattering a large piece of the spirit armor on his head.

Blood flowed down the top of Wen Ying's head, and he didn't seem to feel anything, just scolded angrily and rushed forward with his sword,

"Kill—" The Praetorian Guards rushed out of cover one after another, and their swords rushed forward,

By the inertia of the sprint, the sword stabbed out, unstoppable, under the edge of the sword, the rebels burst out of the blood arrows, a wail, the rebels who were dizzy by the explosion did not recover, they were stabbed and fell to the ground,

The rebels behind came forward, and the two sides engaged in hand-to-hand combat.

The sound of the collision of the sword and the sword, which is also mixed with the shooting sound of the fire gun from time to time, the roars of the people and the screams of the dying, this kind of face-to-face white-knuckle battle, the fight is who can hold on better, who can survive to the last moment,

The Praetorian Guards are all elite soldiers selected from the army, and even if some people are stabbed with more than ten blood holes by the sword, they can still hold on, and they can still grit their teeth and continue to fight with fire.

On the battlefield of melee, the soldiers of both sides of the battle often stab each other at the same time, and finally die together.

As the battle continued, the Janissaries fought less and less, but the rebels were more and more, and when they looked forward, there was nothing else to see in the streets in front of them, all of them were rebel crowds, and they were black and oppressive, and they couldn't see the edge at a glance.

The two sides were fighting fiercely, and the Shuratang gang led by Yuan Mu and Qin Chuan rushed out of the alleys on both sides of the street again, and the two groups of Shuratang gangs were inserted into it by the two wings of the rebels, causing the rebels' formation to be chaotic.

Just when the advancing rebels began to be unable to resist again, showing a rout, thousands of rebels suddenly came out of a small alley behind the Praetorian Guard.

This group of rebels pounced from behind the Praetorian Guards, and in an instant, at least more than 100 Praetorian Guards were shot in the back and knocked to the ground by the rebels.

Wen Ying, who led the crowd to rush forward to kill, heard the sound of a dense volley of fire bolts coming from behind, and his heart was shocked, holding the blood-dripping spirit sword, he looked back, and asked loudly: "What's going on behind the scenes?"

"General, there are rebels coming up from behind us—"

Damn, Wen Ying scolded angrily in his heart, and shouted: "Summoning the brothers of Shura Hall to retreat and join us, Liu Yuan, you follow me to kill and retreat the enemy forces in the rear," the rear changed, Wen Ying did not dare to be careless, and personally retreated and counterattacked the enemy forces behind him,

However, the rebels who came out from behind the Praetorian Guard were not small troops, but a premeditated encirclement and annihilation battle between the front and back, Wen Ying held a shield in one hand and a spirit sword in the other, leading the crowd to counterattack, killing the rebels who were sneaking up behind them and killing them one after another.

But the rebels seem to never be able to kill, more and more rebels are swarming out of the alleys and alleys, although there are many rebels who die in the hands of Wen Ying and other Praetorian Guards, but the formation of the Praetorian Guards has not been pushed out, but has been forced by the rebels to retreat again and again, and is constantly compressed.

In the end, less than 3,000 Praetorian Guards and less than 4,000 Shura Tang gangs were besieged by more than 100,000 rebels.

So far in the battle, at least 200,000 people have fallen on the front block of Qinglong Street, and people's corpses have covered the entire block, and the blood flowing out has washed the road many times.

The battle of the first block of Qinglong Street was also the most tragic street battle after the rebels invaded Shangjing.

Later, people lifted the stone bricks on the street, the soil below was red, digging down half a meter deep, and the original color of the soil could not be seen.

The Praetorian Guards and Shura Hall disciples who were surrounded by the rebel regiments had already fought to the point of running out of ammunition and food, and most of them even broke their swords.

At this point, even Yuan Mu and Qin Chuan were desperate, the two of them looked at each other, licked their dry lips, and sat on the ground tired and tired, at this time, Wen Ying suddenly smiled and said: "This time I can fight side by side with the two brothers, live and die together, and Wen Ying's death is not unjust,"

Wen Ying is not very old, a few years older than Yuan Mu, similar in age to Qin Chuan, he is the best among young talents, he is not only from the orthodox Lingwu Academy, but also participated in the military martial arts hall, is a line of military martial arts,

Yuan Mu and Qin Chuan looked at each other, looked at each other and smiled, and said in a sincere tone: "It is an honor for the two of us to join forces with General Wen to fight the enemy,"

Most of the Shura Tang gangs who participated in the war were ordinary people, although there were 30,000 people, but people were all touching the fire gun for the first time, and they didn't even know how to use the fire gun and how to load it, they couldn't confront the rebels head-on on the battlefield, and they could only sneak attack behind the enemy or on the enemy's side, and do hand-to-hand combat with the enemy army to play a certain role.

It can be said that the real pillar of the whole battle is the 30,000 Praetorian Guards, who have almost been killed and wounded until now, but at the same time, they have also annihilated more than 100,000 enemies, and they can bring such huge damage to the enemy, which is inseparable from Wen Ying's super high command ability.

It's a pity that it's difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, no matter how powerful Wen Ying's command ability is, it is impossible to defeat hundreds of thousands of rebels with 30,000 Praetorian Guards, Yuan Mu sighed faintly: "Our talent is not enough to command the army, and it is not a pity to die, but, it is a pity to General Wen, it is a pity to be a general,"

When Wen Ying heard this, he looked up and smiled, and as he laughed, several bullet holes and stab wounds on his body bled more, he frowned, and said: "To be so praised by Brother Yuan, Wen, why be afraid of death,"

He thrust the sword in his hand into the ground to support his crumbling body, and there was no lifeless despair in his eyes, but flashing with crystal brilliance, and he said in a shocking voice: "Brother Yuan, Brother Qin, we, go and kill again, as soldiers, we can drink the blood of the enemy, and the blood is spilled on the battlefield, there is nothing more glorious than this,"

Looking at Wen Ying, who was covered in injuries but could still hold on, the nearby Praetorian Guards and Shura Hall gangs who no longer had the strength to stand up, came out of nowhere with strength in their bodies, people gritted their teeth, roared and stood up, pulled out the abandoned fire guns and swords from the pile of corpses, and said in unison: "I am willing to follow the general and fight the enemy again,"

"Okay, my generation is not afraid of dying in battle, I am afraid of living with compromises, being able to sacrifice my life for the country, and die without regrets," Wen Ying pulled out his spirit sword, waved forward vigorously, and shouted: "Brothers, kill the enemy with me,"

"Kill—"

Wen Ying responded, Yuan Mu and Qin Chuan glanced at each other, both got up, picked up their sabers, and shouted, "Kill,"

"Kill-" The shouts of the crowd became louder, and a new round of fighting began, but this time, it was the Praetorian Guards and the Shura Hall Gang who launched a counter-charge against the rebels, less than 7,000 people, and more than 100,000 people counterattacked, this was a moth to the flames of the attack,

The Praetorian Guards and the Shura Hall Gang completely abandoned their own backs, and the people did not charge to the rear of the enemy's small forces, but went all out to attack the main rebel force with many troops in the front, because the order given to them by Shangguan Xiu was not to take a step back, even if they died, they would die on the way forward.

Just when the remnants of the Praetorian Guard and the Shura Hall launched a counterattack against the rebels, the rebels behind them suddenly became chaotic, and a wave of wind troops grabbed the rebels' butts and killed them.

The rebels who were cutting off the enemy's rear route didn't expect the enemy to suddenly come behind them, and they were caught off guard, and the formation was chaotic.

In the wind army, a general held a spirit spear, rode a horse and rushed into the rebel camp, stabbed forward with a spear, the enemy died a line, the spear waved horizontally, the enemy died a large area, unstoppable, the surrounding enemy troops were killed crying dad and mother, scattered and fled,

The general rode his horse forward, and shouted loudly: "Shangguan Xiu is here, who will fight with me?"

Wow -

The three words Shangguan Xiu, for the rebels, are like the existence of a life talisman, people can't resist his impact, and then I heard that the person who came is Shangguan Xiu, and he will lose faster.

In an instant, the rebels had no formation to speak of, and they scattered and fled, as anxious as a lost dog.

The Praetorian Guards and the Shura Hall gang who were fighting back in front also heard the chaos in the rear, and faintly, people also heard Shangguan Xiu's shouting: "I am Shangguan Xiu......"

"It's Your Highness, it's Your Highness who saved us,"

"It's really Your Highness—" For a while, there was still a trace of despair on people's faces, as if they had been beaten with chicken blood,

"Brother in front of you, get out of the way," people didn't see the appearance of the person who came clearly, only saw a red shadow rushing over like a lightning speed,

Everyone subconsciously dodged to both sides, and the people who came single-handedly passed through the crowd of the Praetorian Guards and the Shura Hall gang, and shot towards the rebel crowd like lightning.

Boom, the war horse crashed into the rebels, and the rebel who bore the brunt of it screamed miserably, flew backwards, and knocked the rebels behind into a group,

The speed of the horse slowed down slightly, and the people swept out the spirit spear, and the spirit was extremely cast, and the wind blade blew out, and rolled into the crowd of rebels, at least more than 20 rebels were blown into the air by the dense wind blade, people's bodies were suspended in the air, the skin and flesh on their bodies were scraped off layer after layer, and the blood was scattered from the air like raindrops, sprinkled on the heads and bodies of the surrounding rebels......