At the junction, the fighting continues.

This is already the fifth day, and since the two factions have attacked, they have basically not stopped, wave after wave, as if they want to use the sea of people to kill the French commander.

In addition to frontal attacks, the Red Dragon Society and the Dongjiang faction often sent elite squads to raid around the rear, wanting to hit the grain and grass and camps in the rear of the French Shuai Army, and disrupt the rhythm of the French Shuai Army.

The deep ditch that blocked the road in front had been filled in, many of the "gourd mouths" had been torn apart, and countless corpses had accumulated on the ground, gradually decomposing, the earth was blackened with blood, and the disgusting stench and fishy smell could be smelled for miles.

I didn't have time to clean it up carefully, poured tung oil, laid some thatch, lit it, and the smoke was billowing for several days.

From north to south, the battle line is long, flowering at many points, and small-scale tactics are colorful.

There was hand-to-hand combat, in which the soldiers on both sides fought a bloody battle on the fire, the pile of bones, and the bloody mud ground, slashing with knives, spears, stones, sacks, teeth, and sweat all over the body, and their hands, feet, and minds were numb until they died.

Long-range offensive battles are naturally indispensable, and the scenes are much more spectacular than hand-to-hand combat.

Even the ballistas, detonators, and longbows did not stop, specifically beckoning to the large number of people, and the charging team saw their teammates being shot into a sieve and blown up to a blur of flesh, without blinking their eyes, still carrying their tattered shields and rushing forward.

Finally got in front of the French Shuaijun, and immediately poured out a group of ruthless characters with knives, brushed a few knives to shoot, there were no superfluous waste moves, and they were either killed or injured, and then they were kicked away, and some still had so much breath left, lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, but they were either trampled on or grazed by flying arrows, or hit by good hands in the fight, so tossed like this, and finally couldn't hold on, and left the world forever.

The raid battle in the rear is also a coming-and-going, see the move.

You set fire, I splash water, you rush, I grab my legs.

The small-scale master detachment met the shameless and obscene team of poisonous fans, not "half-day drunk", but powder ground from "three days than death pills". A master leaps into the air with a sack on his back and slashes with a knife.

The powder in the sky exploded, regardless of you and me, the ears and nose were stained, and everyone could smell that it was highly poisonous, and it would not affect the action for the time being, and it would not be difficult to resolve if you sat on the ground to heal the wounds, and if you used your true qi in vain, the poisonous energy would soon disperse, until the seven holes bled to death.

kept scolding, not really wanting to scold, but to cheer himself up.

"Come on, bastards......"

"I can't even carry the knife, haven't you eaten?"

"There is a kind of beating Lao Tzu down, Lao Tzu will make you ......"

"Brothers, get out of the way, brother is here to give these bastards a big move!"

In the northerly corner, the "gourd mouth" has been broken, and the soldiers of the Red Dragon Society and the Dongjiang faction poured in one after another, and the men in the front row threw away their shields, casually touched a weapon from the ground, shouted and rushed forward.

"Brothers, get up for me, the bastards of those two factions are here again......"

Mo Tong carried a large knife, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and yelled at the warrior who was resting behind him.

This sound went down, and the soldiers who were lying in a pool of blood just now stood up with a "rub", and instantly entered the state of beating chicken blood, and picked up the guy and pushed forward.

His eyes were red, he was no longer rational, and he couldn't care about the so-called tactics and cooperation of the small-scale battlefield, and when he saw the enemy, he rushed up, shouting in his mouth to kill all the dog mongrels and go forward one after another.

Being slashed once or twice was just a trivial matter, and the bleeding did not stop and there was no time to bandage it a little, and after slashing the enemy, he laughed loudly, as if he was laughing at the fact that someone else's injuries were more serious than his own.

The scene is no longer watchable, and it is a mess.

Mo Tong's face was covered with blood, and he couldn't see his true face, brandishing a big knife to cut down four or five fanatics, and shouted: "Brothers of the third division, even if they all die here, you have to push them back......"

The division commander spoke, and the momentum of the soldiers in this area skyrocketed, like a group of idiots finding the backbone, shouting and continuing to rush and kill.

When the enemy's master saw Mo Tong's stunned behavior, he was immediately overjoyed, and said in his heart: In such a chaotic battle, the leader of the French Shuai Army, the leader of the army, dared to stand up and strengthen his morale, which was simply looking for death.

Thinking so, several masters who still had strength rose into the air and rushed towards Mo Tong.

If you can kill Motong, this piece of territory can be considered to be broken.

The sword wind and sword qi roared by, Mo Tong was not afraid, and laughed: "Good ...... coming"

Twenty or so guards masters who followed Mo Tong at any time followed, "If you want to kill Master Mo, do we not exist?" Brothers, protect Master Mo and let me ...... death."

Mo Tong and this team naturally have internal injuries and have an extraordinary toughness, which is by no means comparable to those masters of the Red Dragon Society and the Dongjiang Sect.

Sure enough, after only a few breaths, the team of masters of the Red Dragon Society and the Dongjiang Sect who thought they were going to make great contributions died.

However, after all, there were too many people in the two factions, so one wave died, and another wave followed.

Suddenly there were shouts of killing from behind, and the support of the French commander's army arrived.

"I'm going to see how many mongrels there are in your two factions, brothers, do you see those hard ideas......?

The fat bear shook the big axe in his hand, and the first one rushed up, and the fat bear three-plate axe slashed down, directly splitting out a circle, blocking the invincible.

Whoosh!

The ballista team began to kill, only to hear one scream after another, and after pestering for a while, they finally killed or forced the masters of the two factions out of the gourd.

A little relieved.

The fat bear jumped to Mo Tong's side, supported Mo Tong, whose legs were trembling and his breath was not breathing, and said with concern: "Old Mo, is it okay?"

Mo Tong stepped up his pranayama, recovered a little, and replied, "I can't die for the time being...... There are too many masters on this side, the opening has been torn open, and the brothers are so tired that they can't do it, and they still have to support ......"

The fat bear nodded, "Take your person back to the back to rest first, eat something, drink saliva, and leave it to me below......"

Without waiting for Mo Tong to answer, he yelled: "Brothers, move the detonator on both sides of the dirt slope and throw it to death for me, Minister Wang has already said, don't be stingy, this thing is ......"

"Yes, Commander!"

Immediately, two squads carried boxes of detonators up the dirt slopes on both sides.

Mo Tong saw that there were more people led by the fat bear, although they were not a new force, but they were much better than the people in his own division, and immediately said: "Old bear, then I will take a little rest, and if I can't resist it, call me immediately......"

The fat bear snorted, "Go ahead!"

Mo Tong asked again: "Is it so miserable on my side?"

Fat Bear said: "Your side is not the worst, the most miserable thing is that in the middle, the Lu family has a group of masters to lead the charge, and one of them even went to Brother Xun and Brother Wei, but he was stunned to come forward to resolve it in person, the reckless blade turned in circles, killing dozens of them, finger-sized pieces of meat flew all over the sky, the intestines and internal organs were all piece by piece, and when they were blown up by a detonator, it would be even more impossible to watch, and the old bear was disgusted and wanted to ......vomit when he looked at it."

Mo Tong breathed a sigh of relief and ordered his men to retreat.

Boom Boom Boom ......

The chain of loud noises that burst the eardrums began again.

The earth trembled, and screams came and went, like hell on earth. I want to talk about "Da Yan Gui Gongzi" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~