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That night.
The two torches inserted in the cracks of the earthen wall were lit, and the flames were faintly glowing. A large flag was picked out from the camp, and a big Li character fluttered in the wind.
Under the sticky night, Fujiwara, riding a black-maned warhorse and wearing a black one-eye mask, tightly pursed his lips.
Behind him were hundreds of Japanese troops armed with knives, guns, bows and arrows, lying on the slopes one by one, and the black spots all over the mountains were silent.
The sound of the soil being plowed was rustling, and the night attack team selected by Chief Xiaonishi was like a dark shadow that spread rapidly after the sunset, and rushed towards the camp of the Ming army!
Fujiwara took the longbow handed over by his subordinates, took out three feathered arrows from the bag, pointed them at the barracks, clasped the bowstring with his thumbs, and his eyes were cold.
"Stretch~"
The three arrows left the string, the first arrow overturned the torch, sparks flew everywhere, the second arrow sank into the crack of the earth wall, the flame was extinguished by the strong wind hanging, in the darkness, the last arrow rushed Howled and shot at the huge Li character flagpole in the camp!
"Phew!"
The short Ming Di tore through the air and the night, and even pierced the arrow pointing at the Li character banner in two!
?In the pitch-black darkness, Song Yi carried a big bright red banner on his shoulder, eyes like a falcon, he put down the short bow in his hand, and smiled coldly at Fujiwara who shot the three arrows!
"Oops!"
Fujiwara was shocked.
The tide-like Ming army pressed towards both sides, and Shen Heyan let out a tiger's roar that resounded through the camp.
"Destroy!"
The black arrow shot high and pointed at the Japanese pirates, and accompanied by the sound of gunpowder explosion, copper pellets shot out through the sparks like a pouring rain.
A large number of Japanese pirates fell down clutching their wounds and were suddenly attacked, but the Japanese pirate team led by Fujiwara was not defeated because of this, and even rushed forward against the Ming army's arrow rain!
Shen Heyan, who has always been at the front of the charge, showed a very calm military quality this time. While commanding the first row of firecrackers to retreat and change bombs, let the rear row of firecrackers go on top, and at the same time let the Ming army with four-meter wolf sticks arrive. Live the momentum of the Japanese pirates.
Fujiwara held two long-handled Nodachi swords, and most of the feathers that were covered outside the armor were burned by the lingering flames. Seeing that the opponent has no intention of fighting with him at all, but the soldiers under him are shot down by rounds of arrows and bullets like cutting wheat, he knows that there is nothing to do. At the head of Pyongyang City, there are about 3,000 iron gun teams ready to meet him. If they retreat at this time, they can still retain half of the team
With this in mind, Fujiwara no longer hesitated, the rear team became the front team and was about to withdraw.
"My lord, they want to run!"
A sharp-eyed schoolboy shouted.
Shen Heyan didn't care: "This is not my business~"
A burst of violent horse roaring sounded from behind the Japanese pirates. Li Yan was wearing chain mail, with the black gun barrel resting on his elbows. Behind him, seventy or eighty blue Dawan horses rolled across the frozen soil and blocked the way of Fujiwara and others.
Deng Tianxiong and Wang Sheng rode on horseback and extended the team. Like a nail, nailed in front of the Japanese pirates.
"Wolf team advances!"
Fujiwara's face was ugly, Shen Heyan at the back of the team gave an order, and the iron-walled Ming army slowly approached, presenting a two-sided attack.
Li Yan turned his face to the side. In fact, only seven or eight days had passed since he entered the Yanfu incident, and he had nearly a hundred horsemen under his command.
"Which step I can achieve in this Yanfu incident depends on this team"
"My lord, be careful!"
Deng Tianxiong yelled, and Fujiwara's blade fell!
"kill!"
? Deng Tianxiong stabbed forward with his hooked sickle gun, and the blue-maned cavalry pierced into the Japanese pirate formation like a sharp sword. The dull sound of the blade slicing through the flesh was accompanied by the sound of white snow particles all over the sky.
"Clang."
Li Yan didn't seem to come back to his senses, but his right hand lifted up like a magic pen, the blade of the gun pressed against the Taidao from bottom to top, and the hook and sickle blade hung on the blade of the Taidao. A puff of black air rose from behind him, it was qualitative but invisible, and it was impossible to tell what it was.
Name: Yoshitomo Fujiwara (Sword Knight)
Specialization: Military Skill 76%
Skill: Da Tai Dao Gui Zhan (blessed by the power of ghosts and gods)
Remarks: The Banner Samurai under the command of the daimyo also belong to the nobility, and have meager powers of ghosts and gods to protect them. They can be used to avoid a certain degree of walking damage, but they can use enhanced attack power. The person in front of him clearly belongs to the latter.
Whether it is the so-called dragon and tiger spirit of Ming Dynasty, or the power of ghosts and gods in Japan, they are all the same thing in the final analysis.??? This kind of miraculous product unique to the fruit of Jambudha.
Just like Li Yan's Guhuobiao inheritance, Dragon and Tiger Qi is an extraordinary system with countless mysteries, and according to Yan Fu's travel and exploration records, those who have the inheritance will gain Dragon and Tiger Qi, which has the effect of adding wings to a tiger.
Li Yan slammed the barrel of his gun, and took a blow from Fujiwara dully. His jaw was numb for a while, and he couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise. Li Yan hadn't encountered it for a long time since he strengthened the guhuo bird.
?Leaving this time, let¡¯s not talk about getting a seventh-rank general manager, and take a good look at the mystery of this dragon and tiger spirit. Li Yan flicked his wrist, poked the tip of the gun upwards, thinking to himself.
Suddenly, Fujiwara let out a strange cry, the two big katanas closed together, his hands were raised high, purple and black veins popped out on both arms, and his eyes were round and protruding like a ghost.
Odachi Demon Slash!
Li Yan's eyes sharpened, the black gun barrel cooked several times faster, the long tassels shook like sparks, and the silver shiny gun head frantically licked Fujiwara's flesh and blood, seven or eight blood-red holes appeared on the neck, chest, and thighs in an instant .
Michiwara Fujiwara's voice was rattling, and he fell from the horse's back to the ground, and he did not cut the knife until he died.
Li Yan slapped the horse's buttocks with the barrel of his gun, and the big gun moved vigorously, and his figure disappeared into the enemy's formation
The sound of killing outside the city gradually subsided, and thousands of iron gun soldiers waited eagerly for the soldiers who attacked the camp and the Ming troops who were chasing them, but they still couldn't see half of them.
In the city of Pyongyang, a depression is like a ghost land,
?After the Japanese captured Pyongyang, they massacred, and the corpses were blocked by the river. In the future, Li Rusong captured Pyongyang, and there were only thousands of old and weak women and children left in the huge city
President Xiaoxi stayed up all night, tossing and turning, thinking about ways to break through the siege.
Thousands of troops in Mudanbong could not be contacted, the morale in the city was low, and the replenishment of Geoje Island was not available for a long time. Gugui Jialong was a waste. The supplementary line almost fell, forcing himself into such a field.
"Just a little more time, as long as you can hold on for a while"
"Hey, Uncle Xiaoxi, have you slept yet?"
Behind the paper-pasted window, a black figure carried a long knife on his shoulder and spoke towards the inside.
Hearing the sound from outside, the powdered singer subconsciously shuddered. Director Xiao Nishi opened his eyes and sat up on the woman's lap.
"Kid Kuroda, it's so late, what can you do with this old man?"
The door panel was pushed open with a slam, and a huge head of a two-horned evil spirit was thrown in. The eyes of the rolling evil spirit widened in horror, as if before dying, it saw something more terrifying than itself.
"There are more and more such things in the city, old man, you have to let the group of guys under you have enough!"
As he said that, he walked in with big strides, touched the buttocks of the obedient chicken-like woman in kimono, pouted and said, "Especially idiots like Endo and Sakata who only know to cause trouble for me, if you cut them off I'll be much easier on their heads."
This man was wearing a white monk robe, about twenty years old, with black leggings, bald head, twelve ring scars on his head, and a black broad-bladed samurai sword on his shoulder, revealing an indescribable strangeness.
A young Japanese monk with a long sword on his shoulder?
"Ghosts of this level won't cause you any trouble, right? After all, the country has already, um"
Xiaoxi suddenly stopped, sighed and said: "Anyway, I will let the people below pay attention."
The monk named Kuroda tilted his head and sat on one side of the tatami. He casually grabbed the dried fish on the plate and sent it to his mouth.
"Speaking of which, old man, can you find a way to send me out of Pyongyang?"
"Why is that, Kuroda?"
President Xiaoxi was a little displeased, but he still asked patiently.
"Of course it's because of the danger. Daming's army is outside the city. If you stay here, you'll either be bombarded to death by cannons, or your head will be chopped off."
Monk Kuroda rubbed his temples vigorously, looking distressed.
"You old fellows have lived a long life, and you have no regrets about disemboweling yourself. I don't want to die on the battlefield like this."
"Baga, do you still deserve to be a descendant of the Kuroda family?"
The monk glanced at his mouth: "Anyway, if the city breaks down, I will run away by myself."
"Oh, right."
Kuroda remembered something: "Fujiwara's team has been wiped out~"
"What? I'm obviously hateful."
President Konishi took a deep breath and suppressed the feeling of frustration.
"Anyway, if things can't be done, I will send you out of the city. The one from Kobayakawa's family has already can't let you die here for no reason."
"That would be great~"
Kuroda stood up.
His eyebrows were furrowed, and he stopped talking for a while. Then he shook his head again.
"Forget it, with the arrogance of a Daming person, why would he care about that kind of thing, it should be fine." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com)?Take a long, deep breath and fight back the feeling of frustration.
"Anyway, if things can't be done, I will send you out of the city. The one from Kobayakawa's family has already can't let you die here for no reason."
"That would be great~"
Kuroda stood up.
His eyebrows were furrowed, and he stopped talking for a while. Then he shook his head again.
"Forget it, with the arrogance of a Daming person, why would he care about that kind of thing, it should be fine." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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