"Ding Dong" A sound of Jin Ge breaking sounded in his ears, Zhu Bosong felt that his body was being supported by one person, and hurriedly opened his eyes, just to see the scene of the surrounding Zhennan cavalry retreating, and when he looked sideways, he saw his father Zhu Lingyun's resolute and bloody face.

"Father!" Zhu Bosong exclaimed, it seems that Fang walked away from the ghost gate, and he only came to his senses after a while, after all, the father and son are connected by blood, and the critical time is that the father galloped to save himself, and now Zhu Bosong's feet are full of broken and landed guns, which is obviously Zhu Lingyun's masterpiece just now, but Zhu Bosong's heart suddenly rose uneasy and guilty, because the battle on the other side of the river embankment does not seem to have stopped, and because of the relationship between father and son, the military aircraft war was mistaken, but it is a great sin.

"My son is not worried, the enemy army on the river bank has become a rout, and my father knows it. You're not lightly injured, get out of here, watch out! ”

Zhu Lingyun put his arm on Zhu Bosong's body, threw it straight on the horse's back, slapped the scabbard on the yellow horse's strong muscles, and roared: "Go!" ”

Zhu Bosong hurriedly adjusted his body posture and landed steadily on the horse's back. Several guards around him immediately surrounded him to protect him, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, looked back at Zhu Lingyun's foothold, and was taken aback.

I saw that Zhu Lingyun's foothold to save himself just now had been surrounded by dense Zhennan cavalry, and one or twenty spears were stabbing at the ground from all directions, and the swords were slashed one after another, and even a corner of Zhu Lingyun's clothes could not be seen clearly, and the swords, guns, swords, and halberds had already filled the ground densely.

"Father!" Only then did Zhu Bosong react, hurriedly screamed in pain, and rode his horse back.

The surrounding sailors were also shocked, not to mention the importance of Zhu Lingyun in Zhu Bosong's heart, but also the backbone of the first battalion of the navy, with his proper command and tenacity, everyone could hold on under the heavy attack, but now, under the greeting of the long and short blades without dead ends, Zhu Lingyun is very likely to have been cut into pulp.

Everyone rose up and fought bravely, but the enemy soldiers blocked it, and even if it was only a few feet away, it was as difficult as climbing to the sky. Zhu Bosong burst into tears with tears in his eyes, crying loudly, and the whole person was almost paralyzed on the horse's back.

However, suddenly, everyone's eyes widened, only to hear the sound of the blade clashing like a pearl falling on a jade plate, and the next moment, where Zhu Lingyun disappeared, a firelight bloomed like a flower, and dozens of blades suddenly paused and were swept away by the red light that suddenly exploded, and then spread endlessly among the crowd, like the front flower did not turn away and the back petal opened again, continuously, circle, one by one, overlapping, and becoming a channel melted by fire.

The fire gradually extended outward and expanded, scorching the surrounding air into the wind, and everyone could finally see Zhu Lingyun with his hair in a scattered bun in the fire curtain, his face was pale and tightly holding the reins, his body was firmly attached to the horse's back, almost parallel to the war horse, and the tail of the mount under the crotch actually burned like a meteor, and the horse was in severe pain and panic, frantically slamming and sprinting outward, it was Menghuo oil!

Everyone's eyes were staring blankly at this strange and terrifying scene, the Zhennan cavalry surrounding was frightened by the gradually uncontrollable flames, and the war horses under their seats also kept jumping, neighing and avoiding them, because they were more sensitive than people and could sense the threat of this blazing fire.

"Quick! Rescue Daddy! Kill! After a few breaths, Zhu Bosong, who was close to the late ruler, let out a roar, and the yellow horse's hooves rose into the air, and a slightly poignant sound sounded from his mouth.

With this clear sound, the naval guards around Zhu Bosong rushed up in unison. Taking advantage of the fact that the cavalry in Zhennan was at a loss, they rushed forward in the face of the fierce fire that quickly broke through, and for a while the war horses galloped, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the long grass on the ground was trampled to almost uprooted, and turned into pieces in the murderous aura. These fragments flew around like thin blades, and the dozens of Zhennan cavalry within two zhang of the surrounding area instantly sensed that something was wrong, but it was too late.

Hugh Hugh Hugh! Hugh Hugh Hugh! Puff puff! The strange sound of the blade piercing into the flesh and blood, the surrounding Zhennan cavalry stood in place one by one like clay sculptures, like pigs and sheep to be slaughtered, first one slowly fell, and then several fell, and then nearly twenty Zhennan cavalry fell to the ground with a miserable scream, leaving only the majestic shouting and killing sound around and the cold whistling sound of the north wind.

Almost everyone watched all this in amazement, seeing this group of deadly naval cavalry shuttling through the flames like a netherworld Shura, and their bodies trembled as if they had seen a miracle, these unhuman actions were simply incredible.

Let's look at a few sailors and cavalry who were accidentally contaminated with fire oil, their bodies were entangled in merciless fire, and they were about to be devoured, it must be endless pain and suffering, and their blood-stained faces full of grass blades and dead branches looked at the coach Zhu Lingyun, who had successfully escaped, and showed a strange and sad smile, as if they were silently saying their final goodbye......

Needless to say, it is extremely dangerous to use Menghuo oil in close quarters, and Zhu Lingyun is never willing to use this crazy strategy until the last resort, but just now when he was surrounded by enemy soldiers and all kinds of blades beckoned to his body, how could Zhu Lingyun, who had almost no place to stand, parry the enemy soldiers' blades with his own strength? The bag of fire oil hanging on the side of the saddle naturally became the only lifesaver in the helpless time.

After Zhu Bosong led the people to rescue his father desperately, the place where the fire swept seemed to form a hollow area in the chaotic army, and the soldiers and horses around who were unfortunately contaminated with fire oil were lying on the ground like wheat straw that had been trampled down. If you can watch this spectacle from the air, it will be like a crop circle left by an alien.

Three or four hundred steps away, Zhu Lingyun, who had survived the catastrophe, seemed to be injured a lot, and he couldn't stand the bumps of the horses, and the horse's speed slowed down a little and then barely landed, his sword was wheezing violently, his face was pale, and beads of sweat were rolling on his face. But is an extremely dangerous battlefield a place for respite?

Zhu Bosong hurriedly urged the mount to rush over, just like his father rescued him, reached out and grabbed his father's arm and lifted it hard, Zhu Lingyun's body then fell heavily on the horse's back, but the whole person was already weak and weak, and then fell into a coma......

Song Mojie, who was not far away, watched all this coldly, and for a moment he hated it so much, he could do such a terrifying act of self-inducing fire oil, is this Zhu Lingyun bold or fateful? Obviously, seeing that he has a hundred and ten swords and a body, he can still survive without dying? But what's the use of resentment, at this moment they are fighting for their lives, victory or defeat is only in an instant, and there is no time to think about it at all.

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"What are you doing? Kill! Didn't you see that Zhu Lingyun was already seriously injured? Fast! Kill them all! Don't let them escape! Song Maha scolded and shouted.

Although the Zhennan cavalry was a little timid, they still stepped forward under the urging of the commander, and instantly continued to rush towards the naval cavalry like ants, and the tragic hand-to-hand combat was repeated again. Relying on the advantage of numbers, the Zhennan cavalry continued to encroach on the naval cavalry around them in the way of encirclement and annihilation.

And Song Maha himself led a fine horseman, and chased hard in the direction of the Zhu family's father and son's escape, and soon peeled off the layers of the naval soldiers who were blocking in front of him like peeling onions, and after a while, there were still more than 500 steps away from the river embankment, only more than 50 sailor guards were left tightly huddled into a group to protect Zhu Bosong and Zhu Lingyun, who was almost in shock, and they were surrounded by enemy regiments several times their size.

All the guards knew that it was only a matter of time before they all died here. But everyone could only grit their teeth and insist, mechanically fighting with the Zhennan cavalry with the blades in their hands, at this time all these Zhu family children could think of was still desperately protecting the commander, holding on for a moment until the friendly troops on the river embankment came to help, even if they died, they had to pull a cushion......