The Japanese army suffered 3,000 dead soldiers, and the battle was extremely fierce.

Although they chose this time to attack the camp, they were still discovered by the lurking secret sentinel and issued a warning in advance.

So much so that the attack on the camp was only half achieved, and before it had much impact, more than 1,000 soldiers and horses of the Chinese army stabilized the front camp one by one, so that they began to organize a counterattack, and gradually trapped the more than 3,000 dead soldiers in the camp and slowly strangled them.

Kagami Ren hid in the shadows, and looked at the three thousand dead soldiers who had fallen into siege, his heart seemed to be dripping blood, and the hand holding the long knife was already white.

Ye Xiuping scolded angrily: "In the past, when they were in the Song Army, how could they have such military discipline and combat power, could it be that after joining the Tartars, these martial artists without integrity have all changed their temperament one by one!"

Sure enough, the martial artists are unreliable, and the national thief should be punished! ”

Ape Fei Sun and Moon urged behind: "Jingjing-kun, don't let their death be in vain!" ”

Kagami Ren nodded vigorously, taking advantage of the chaos in the front camp and rushing into the middle barracks.

At this time, Fan Zhuoyuan, who was sitting in the open space, was wiping the Miao knife in his hand, and the kung fu he learned on the blade was the Xinyou knife technique created by the famous general Qi Jiguang in later generations.

This knife technique is simple and practical, although it is superficial, but it is enough for oneself.

More often, he relied on fist and foot kung fu, and only used the Xin You knife technique when dealing with a large number of enemies at once.

In order to cooperate with this knife technique, the long knife created by Fan Zhuoyuan is also special, five feet and three inches (170 cm) long, one finger thick, three fingers wide, and weighs ten catties.

Only the front third of the edge is opened, and even the tip is also opened with a counter edge, which is conducive to picking stabs.

Such a long knife is too long and heavy for others to use.

But it is just right for Fan Zhuoyuan, who is unusually tall and strong.

It's just that such a long knife is not very good with a scabbard, so his knife never goes into the sheath, only wrapped in a coarse cloth, and it is very convenient to wield it directly when it is used.

The trouble is that it must be maintained frequently, otherwise it will not take two days for the offshore area to rust.

At this moment, screams erupted all around.

The soldiers guarding the vicinity were suddenly attacked by ninjas, and blood was spilled on the spot!

A group of assassins, the core target is directly aimed at Fan Zhuoyuan sitting in the open space in the middle!

And the pro-soldiers on the periphery had just raised their blades, and they didn't have time to support at all.

Fan Zhuoyuan's face was expressionless, and the huge Miao knife was swung out head-on!

With the blessing of his innate divine power, the person who caught the enemy was quickly ejected.

But there were more than a dozen people behind him, ninjas and swordsmen, all masters, who pounced in one fell swoop.

Fan Zhuoyuan looked up and was slightly surprised.

Whoever came, whether ninjas or swordsmen, abandoned their swords and used hammers.

It was a kind of mace with a protruding tip, and it looked like they had thought of a way to crack their own kung fu.

But they forgot that at this time, they not only had a body of kung fu, but also wore three layers of heavy armor!

The innermost layer is a layer of chain mail, the middle cover is fixed with the chain mail leather armor, and the outermost layer is the Southern Song Dynasty armor, weighing one hundred and twenty pounds!

The three-layer armor adds up to more than 150 catties! If you add Fan Zhuoyuan's own weight, then it is a terrible weight close to four hundred catties!

This is an unshakable tower!

This amount of iron armor is enough to crush any strong soldier in the army, and only a warrior like Fan Zhuoyuan can move freely.

He slashed back with a horizontal knife, and instantly cut three people in half!

However, the others had already pounced, wielding the mace with all their might, and frantically hammered all over Fan Zhuoyuan's body.

The dull sound of hammering came, Fan Zhuoyuan didn't move at all, he couldn't even feel the slightest pain.

The assassins quickly sensed that something was wrong, but the long knife in Fan Zhuoyuan's hand danced like a whirlwind again, and where the silver light passed, three more people fell to the ground and died.

One of the assassins, dressed in Song costume, shouted, "This thief is heavily armoured, and he needs to be killed by Party A!" ”

Fan Zhuoyuan looked puzzled and asked, "Are you from Song?" ”

That person was Ye Xiuping, he looked at Fan Zhuoyuan coldly, and said, "Not bad! Ye Mouben is a person from Lin'an in the Song Dynasty! Don't share the sky with traitorous dog thieves like you! ”

Fan Zhuoyuan frowned slightly, "The Southern Dynasty treats the warriors harshly, but I don't know how to protect the safety of the family and the country without the sword in the hands of the warriors. ”

"Hmph, I am not ashamed to say it, when you wait for the five generations of martial arts, you will be disloyal, unrighteous, faithless and unkind, and take the civil system and martial arts as the national policy! If Rang'er and other powers were monstrous, the rivers and mountains would have been shattered and lives would have been ruined! ”

Fan Zhuoyuan said in a deep voice: "So it is right to coerce Di Wuxiang, it is reasonable to unjustly kill Yue Wumu, and it is also wrong to idle Han Zhongwu."

Even when the country is in danger, it is not a big deal to force Liu Cheng to make him invest in the Yuan Dynasty, and it is also in line with the national policy to abandon the brave generals of the northern Han Dynasty. So, how did the Southern Dynasty not die? ”

Ye Xiuping said angrily: "Vulgar martial artist, dare to talk about national policy!" ”

Fan Zhuoyuan sneered, "I led the army, crossed the sea to conquer the sun, destroyed the country and expanded the territory, it is the national policy!" ”

Jingjing Ren stopped in front of Ye Xiuping, and said in a blunt Chinese dialect: "Protecting the family and defending the country is also the duty of my generation of martial artists, today, you live or die!" ”

Fan Zhuoyuan personally killed the soldiers and stopped a group of skilled swordsmen and ninjas outside, blocking the rescue with their lives.

In the middle, only Jingjing Ren, Ye Xiuping and Ape Fei Sun and Moon were left.

They knew that time was tight and they had to fight quickly, and the three of them attacked around Fan Zhuoyuan.

Fan Zhuoyuan has armor on his body, only attacking but not defending, but this armor is indeed too heavy, which seriously affects the flexibility of action, and Fan Zhuoyuan's wide open and closed attack has never been able to touch the corner of the opponent's clothes.

And the three of them were interspersed with fights, and from time to time the cold blades were handed out, picking off one or two ropes on the armor.

After a short time, the outer layer of armor comes loose.

Fan Zhuoyuan simply turned around, peeled off the armor and smashed it at the other party.

The three of them flashed, and the ape Fei Sun and Moon were surprised: "There are still two layers of armor?!" ”

Fan Zhuoyuan stuck the knife on the ground, untied the leather armor and chain mail, and moved his legs and feet.

"Yes, this kind of straggler fighting, it is more convenient to fight lightly."

A sharp glint flashed in the eyes of the three of them, "Kill!" ”

Jingjing Ren and Ape Fei Sun and Moon stepped up with knives and held Fan Zhuoyuan's long knife.

Ye Xiuping took a sliding step, approached the ground, and his hands were like butterflies piercing flowers, and he attacked Fan Zhuoyuan's inner arms in an instant.

This person has hatred in his heart, his eyes are blood-red, and his two palms seem to be soft, but in fact, his internal strength is hidden, and he is at the root of Fan Zhuoyuan's ears with the momentum of twin peaks.

Fan Zhuoyuan's eyes froze, knowing that the other party's gentle gesture, if it weren't for the show, he would definitely be a master of the house!

Before he had achieved great success in hard qigong, he would not bet on whether the other party's internal strength exceeded his maximum endurance.

At this distance, Fan Zhuoyuan quickly slammed into the knee with Muay Thai techniques.

The blow came first, and it was swift and incoherent.

Ye Xiuping really didn't dare to take it hard, his body was as soft as a bone, and he suddenly twisted his back, and at the same time, he pressed down with his palms back, propped himself on Fan Zhuoyuan's knees and flew backwards.

At this time, the essence in his eyes flashed, and his palm momentum changed again in mid-air, and he snatched it horizontally, and actually clasped Fan Zhuoyuan's right hand holding the knife.

Jingjing Ren and Ape Fei Sun and Moon cooperated tacitly, and when they saw this, they took out their respective weapons to break the horizontal refinement, inlaid the pointed hammer of the diamond, and rushed forward, swinging the hammer into the two key points above and below Fan Zhuoyuan.