?When Lin Haifeng rushed into the gap, he realized that the current war was not an easy task. There were broken limbs and broken arms everywhere, and wounded soldiers crying and wailing with blood flowing from their bodies. When his soldiers stabbed or cut off the enemy's limbs with various sharp weapons, causing screams of agony, his stomach was churning, and he would even feel shuddering. Compared to his soldiers, he was still a new recruit.
This is a world full of blood, and it is also a world of strength. Everyone will exert all their strength, wave the weapons in their hands, kill their opponents, and scream at the top of their lungs. As long as he was still standing, his body was covered in blood, and he didn't know which one belonged to his opponent and which one belonged to him.
Lin Haifeng stumbled in the rush. To be honest, his calves were a little weak. However, when he saw young Red Army soldiers falling around him one after another, he gradually only had one word left in his mind: "kill." The true courage of soldiers often comes from this. He brandished his pistol and rushed faster and faster.
The soldiers of the Qing Dynasty had long discovered that he was a big guy from his clothes. No matter where he rushed, he would cause a bigger fight.
Wang Haiyang¡¯s eyes turned red. He held a short spear in one hand and a saber in the other, and followed around the Prince An Palace with more than twenty guards.
"Brothers, don't get entangled with others, kill that long-haired traitor leader!" A Qing military commander ignored the opponent in front of him and led dozens of soldiers to rush toward Lin Haifeng.
"Prince, don't go forward any more!" Wang Haiyang shouted, jumping in front of King An. The cold light of the saber in his hand flashed, and a clear demon was chopped off half of his face, and fell down with a cry. Immediately afterwards, he stabbed the saber into the belly of another Qing Yao. It was so messy that he didn't even have time to reload the short gun in his left hand.
Lin Haifeng finally stopped. Seeing Wang Haiyang and the guards fighting with the Qing soldiers, he felt another kind of passion. In particular, Wang Haiyang's beautiful figure of leaping and dodging and his fierce fighting skills reminded him of the so-called martial arts masters that he could only see in books in the past, yes, like Wu Song, Shi Xiu, and the prodigal Yan Qing. He searched around and picked up a large knife. It was still so satisfying!
Wang Haiyang chopped down several Qingyao in succession and looked back at King An. Seeing that King An actually picked up the sword and joined the battle, he panicked. He hurriedly threw away his opponent and rushed to King An, "You can't do this!" He chopped up the Qingyao in front of King An, breathing heavily, "House, it's too dangerous!"
"Kill all these enemies first!" Lin Haifeng looked at the guards who fell again, raised his sword and fiercely pounced on the other Qing soldiers. He really wanted to chop down a few of them with his own hands. After all, ideas and reality are not the same thing. Lin Haifeng immediately felt overwhelmed when he actually fought against the Qing soldiers. In just three ounces, his sword was pushed aside. His opponent grinned and raised his sword before running towards him and slashing at him.
Wang Haiyang¡¯s half of his arm was already sore and swollen from the chop, and he had to take care of nearby An Wang while doing it. When he saw the critical situation in King An's palace, he planned to go to King An to rescue him first. At this moment, he saw a slender figure coming out from behind King An, with a cold light flashing, and stabbed Qingyao's ribs with a sword. He felt relieved and felt a pain in his left shoulder socket. He gritted his teeth and turned his head sharply, and as his opponent pulled out his spear, he thrust his saber forward, then turned his hand hard, and watched with his own eyes as his opponent's internal organs rolled out.
Lin Haifeng finally killed an enemy. He looked at the person who helped him just now and was stunned, "Liu Shangshu, why are you here?"
"I am responsible for drafting orders for the palace, can you not come?" Liu Xianghe rubbed the sword in his hand against Qingyao who was chopped down by Prince An, and smiled.
Lin Haifeng looked at her strangely, "As a little girl, you are not afraid?"
"Is he going to cut down the palace?" Liu Xianghe snorted and pouted contemptuously at the corpse on the ground.
Lin Haifeng sighed. He remembered what he should do, "Retreat a little and set up a command post." He looked at his watch and listened carefully to the sounds from around him.
The guard company of the artillery battalion of the Red Army Teaching Brigade and the Tianbao Army from Tianbao City converged and emerged from the jungle of Purple Mountain. They quickly passed the artillery blockade of the Qing army's camp and entered the blank area within the range of bows and arrows and artillery fire. Dozens of iron cylinders as thick as a small water tank are arranged on two wooden wheels.
Tan Shaoguang looked at his pocket watch and waved the small flag in his hand, "Ready to release!"
"Boom, boom, boom" followed by dull sounds, dozens of huge bags flew towards the Qing army's camp. After a moment of silence, there was an even louder noise, followed by silence again.
This silence is caused by surprise. Not to mention the soldiers of the Heavenly Army behind him, even Tan Shaoguang himself couldn't believe his eyes. The wall of Qingyao Village in front and the artillery arranged there no longer exist, and all that remains are some ruins. After a while? Tan Shaoguang waved to the Heavenly Army soldiers crouching behind him, "Brothers, charge!"
"Charge!" Shocking shouts suddenly arose, and more than two thousand soldiers of the Heavenly Army poured into the Qing army's camp like a flood that had opened a flood gate. There were no Qing soldiers alive near the village wall. There were corpses lying down and upright, and many of them had no wounds at all. In the distance are broken soldiers fleeing desperately.
The closer Chen Yucheng's troops got to Xiang Rong's Chinese army, the stronger the resistance they encountered. Those in front are scattered, and those behind will gather again, chasing after them. The troops began to suffer casualties, and from time to time someone would fall off their horse. Most of the time, he could hear the explosion of grenades in the distance behind him. He knew that it was a grenade that the brothers blew themselves up. He had made arrangements in advance, with Li Shixian leading the special agent company to clear the way, and Li Xiucheng taking charge of the rear. The main task of the rear palace is to pick up the firearms that may have been lost in the front, but they have no way to take care of the injured brothers who cannot be taken away.
When another group of clear monsters interfered, Li Shixian finally saw Xiang Rong's Chinese army camp. He turned the horse's head, squeezed the horse's belly with both legs, ran from north to south against the wooden wall towards the shaft gate, and casually threw a grenade into the wooden wall.
Xiang Rong was still very sober at first. When he was attacked one after another on the northwest and south sides, he strictly ordered all battalions to resist on the spot, and at the same time sent messengers to fly Ma Tianbao, Ming Antai's troops to participate in the battle. He himself began to assemble the men and horses of the Chinese Army Biao Camp, planning to withdraw eastward first, and then gather reinforcements from all walks of life to counter-encircle Changmao at Qiqiao Weng at Gaoqiao Gate. This is more prudent. At least you can leave an escape route. If you have to, you can go to Danyang first to avoid the edge