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Volume 1: Saving the Three Thousand Beauties in the Harem Chapter 426: Rain War (Part 2)

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    Sa Ba was the first one to rush onto the roof of the car, and also the first one to fall off the city wall.  Fortunately, the injury was not serious. The projectile passed by the outside of his thigh. Although a lot of blood was shed, such a small injury was nothing to Saba, who was covered in scars.  Just tear off the coarse cloth bandage and it won't affect the fight.

    And just when Sa Ba fell from the car city and bandaged his wounds for a while, dozens of golden soldiers fell down in front of and behind him.  There were blood holes all over his body, and blood gurgled out. After being washed by the rain, it turned into a light blood color, dyeing the muddy water into light red.  As more and more golden soldiers fell down, blood flowed like a waterfall on the top of the chariot city. The pools of muddy water became redder and redder, and finally dyed a dazzling red

    Sa Ba's eyes were full of blood, he jumped up from the filthy muddy water, wiped his face hard, and roared: "Warriors of the Kingdom of Jin, life and death depend on this! If you take ten steps forward, you will live, if you take half a step back, you will die!"  kill!"

    As a fierce Anpo Jin, he took off his armor and held his troops, charging forward. With his bravery when he joined forces with Zhamou Ke, Sa Ba led the Jin army to charge into the city.

    I don¡¯t know if it was a big mistake, but when he jumped to the top of the chariot city again and became the target of the musketeers, the gunfire gradually became sparse at this time.

    There is a problem with the Musketeers - the wooden shed is a temporary structure with only a cover on the top and ventilation on all sides. It can barely shelter from the rain, but it cannot stop the wind and rain.  The musketeers had just fired four or five rounds when they discovered that they were paper cartridges.  The barrel of the musket and the medicine chamber were all soaked in water. Even the steel sheets and flints could not be hit, and the misfire rate increased significantly.

    Several rows of musketeers behind the wooden shed were responsible for loading and passing guns. They tried their best to wipe the guns with their clothes, but soon even their own clothes got wet Such a delay not only severely reduced the shooting frequency, but also caused extremely poor efficiency.  Five hundred muskets were unable to form sustained firepower and sustain the battle.  Less than half the guns.  Moreover, the rate of fire is extremely slow and is not as powerful as the usual firepower of hundreds of muskets.  What's worse is that this bad situation has a tendency to continue to expand

    Once the fire support of the musketeers was lost, the pressure on the melee soldiers behind the tank suddenly increased several times.  It used to be that I could easily kill enemies on the roof of the car one by one.  Now they have to deal with three or four golden soldiers who suddenly appeared at the same time.  Omissions are increasing.  More and more golden soldiers broke through the gun array and jumped into the city.  Although the golden soldiers who broke into Checheng sporadically were immediately killed by the swarming sword soldiers, as time went by.  The gold soldiers are swarming in more and more numbers, and the melee soldiers who lack fire support are bound to be exhausted and unable to stop them.

    Saba, who was covered in black hair and looked like a chimpanzee, jumped down from the roof of the car. He swept a twenty-pound mace from left to right, knocking over three sword soldiers and a heavy armor soldier, and finally broke into the car city.  .

    All around him, there were soldiers of the Tenchu ??Army with eyes as sharp as their blades. Saba was naked and bathed in blood, but he was fearless - he had never been afraid of such close combat in his life. He had countless scars all over his body.  , is the proof.

    Sa Bayi swung his hair like a snake's braid, the rain on his head was blown up like mist, and he raised the mace in one hand and slashed in all directions.  Every time a card is broken and a pawn is blown away, he looks up to the sky and roars wildly, drums his fists and beats his chest, just like the ancient version of King Kong.

    Phew!  The cold hook teeth, covered with silk and minced meat, took advantage of the wind and rain to hit the Heavenly Spirit Cap - with only three inches to go, a spear came unexpectedly through the rain, Keng!  He was able to hold up a mace weighing more than a hundred kilograms.

    The sword soldier who had lost his weapon rolled to the side, covered in mud and water, and was in shock as he narrowly escaped death.

    The mace was so powerful that it pressed the horse's shaft into the muddy water. The hooks and teeth on the head of the club were intertwined and bit the shaft, making it impossible for the holder to withdraw it for a while.

    Sa Ba opened his bloody mouth, revealing a row of yellowed teeth, smiled ferociously at the general, bulged his arms, and tried to twist the pole with all his strength - Sa Ba made a mistake here, Ma Cha was not an ordinary man  plain wood gun.

    Weapons like this are very difficult to make and take a long time. The materials used are no less refined than the Mo Dao.  A good stick has excellent toughness. It can be soft or hard, as soft as a whip or as hard as a mace. It is difficult to master without special training and years of training.  In ancient times, soldiers could use guns, spears, and swords but they could never use spears. Only generals were qualified to use spears.

    Sa Ba tried his best to twist, but did not hear the expected clicking sound.  I saw the general with one hand holding the tail of the mace, leaping over the mace, and bending the weapon into a bow shape as the person walked. The general suddenly let go of his hand - just like a bent branch, suddenly springing  The stick was as straight as a whip, and it hit Sa Ba's hairy chest hard.

    Ouch!  Sa Ba raised his head and spit out a blood arrow. He lost his mace and fell backwards. He hit a chariot hard and couldn't get up for a long time.

    Sa Ba fell so hard that his whole body was about to fall apart, but his bloodthirsty wolf eyes were fixed on the general who had knocked him away.  But when I saw the general wearing chainmail, he raised his toes and raised his eyebrows.??Changshan said in a loud voice: "It's time to retreat!"

    Then, Saba heard a sharp whistle sound, and the Tianzhu sergeant in front of him either carried or carried his wounded comrades on his back, and quickly retreated.  What made Sa Ba even more unexpected was that the chariots that he thought were empty actually opened their doors one after another, and an unarmored auxiliary jumped out of each carriage. He hurriedly closed the door and ran towards Zicheng at the risk of his life.

    An auxiliary soldier also jumped out of the chariot that Saba was leaning on. When he ran away in a hurry, he passed by Saba.  Although Saba was seriously wounded and defenseless, he was still willing to let the enemy go.  He stretched out his foot and hooked the auxiliary soldier, and then he jumped forward, swinging his fist to strike.  Not wanting to affect the injury, I spat out a mouthful of blood, but Bo Da's fist couldn't hit it.

    The auxiliary soldier climbed up from the muddy water, his face was pale, and he held the sword in his hand. He was about to fight back, but when he saw Saba's appearance, he spat out a mouthful of dirty water and gave Saba one last look with a look of death.  Turn around and run away.

    Having been wallowing on the edge of a knife all year round, wandering on the edge of life and death, Sa Ba also has a different sense of danger than ordinary people.  The last glance of the Tianzhu Army auxiliary soldier actually made Sa Ba feel like his hair was boiling.  Sa Ba didn't know where the danger came from. He only knew that he must leave here as soon as possible.

    Sa Ba punched his chest hard and spat out a pool of blood.  My whole body relaxed and my strength gradually returned.  Immediately he jumped up, grabbed the mace, fixed his ferocious gaze on the back of the general holding the mace in front of him, and chased after him.

    The Tianzhu army launched an offensive. After a while, a dense number of golden soldiers appeared on the top of the chariot city. Seeing the Tianzhu army retreating one after another, the golden soldiers were all excited and ecstatic. They howled like wolves successfully charging into the sheep pen.  The ground screams.

    Puff, puff, puff  the shirtless golden soldiers jumped down.  The dirty suede boots stepped heavily on the stagnant water.  The red sewage with the smell of blood splashed everywhere, splashing many golden soldiers on their heads and faces, making this group of fierce soldiers look like they were fished out of a pool of blood.

    Di Lie has already assembled the big sniper.  And press a box of reloading ammunition.  Place the bipod on the railing of the watchtower.  Be prepared to snipe.  But he didn't fire, his eyes were as deep as wells, staring coldly at a hundred steps away.  Golden soldiers swarmed in.

    From a condescending angle, the golden soldiers were like a swarm of ferocious man-eating ants, pouring out of the nest, overflowing through Checheng, towards Zicheng, towards the first brigade melee soldiers who had stopped retreating and were waiting for formation  ¡­Behind the melee armored soldiers were the musketeers, artillery platoons, engineers, and baggage troops.  These non-combat troops should have been nervous when the enemy was approaching, but at this moment, their eyes were shining and their expressions were excited, as if they were expecting something

    ??In the Checheng in the southeast, northeast, and northwest directions, the Tianzhu soldiers could not see the scene outside the Checheng. What filled their ears, apart from the wind and rain, was the thunderous killing sound of the Jin soldiers.  The soldiers' palms holding their weapons were wet, whether from sweat, rain, or both.

    The soldiers were waiting for the general's order to attack, and the generals were waiting for the military commander's general attack flag order, but the anxious order flag was never sent out.  If there is no order, you must stick to your position. On the battlefield, this is an iron rule.

    At the Jinjun camp, Wan Yanang, who had also removed his armor and only had a shiny gold medal on his leather belt, wore a hat and a raincoat, stood on the wall of the camp, expressionless, but his eyes followed the Jinjun  The progress of the attack is constantly changing.  It wasn't until he saw the influx of golden soldiers, the sound of enemy gunfire fading, and the imminent destruction of the city, that the face numbed by the wind and rain twitched, and a smile broke out - the smile did not disappear, but the next moment, it completely solidified.  .

    The downpour suddenly stopped, as if the thunder from the sky had stirred up the fire on the ground, or as if the thunderbolt triggered the mines, and a series of continuous thunders were heard.  Checheng Nancheng, which was densely packed with hundreds of golden soldiers like ants clinging to it, suddenly fell into a series of continuous explosions.

    The fire rose into the sky, and the waves were rushing in all directions, and the sky was flying with wood slices, iron broken iron, residual soldiers, broken limbs, dandruff, hair  No screams -no!  All the screams were drowned out by the strong explosion

    In just this moment, the powerful and violent explosion swallowed up more than 300 vigorous Jurchen warriors; no less than 100 people suffered internal injuries due to the shock wave, vomited and coughed up blood; the rest were injured by broken wood and iron,  Difficult to calculate.

    One moment, the Jin soldiers were clamoring crazily to break through the enemy city. The next moment, half of them were wiped out for nothing.

    The explosion came from the tanks. Each tank had a hundred kilograms of explosives piled in it. The fifty tanks in Nancheng contained a full five thousand kilograms of explosives. In other words, Jin Bing  What they occupied was not a car city, but powder barrels.

    Turn the chariot into a powder keg, abandon the iron wall defense, lure the enemy deep, and destroy the Jin army with a shocking explosion.

    This is the strategy Di Lie formulated to kill the enemy when heavy rain limited the use of firearms.  JustIf the Jin Army dares to attack, they will inevitably step into this trap. Not to mention Wan Yanang, even if Wan Yan Zonghan, the first general of the Jin Army, comes, he will definitely suffer the loss.

    How terrifying is the power of this explosion?  Just look at the layers of mutilated corpses of different shapes within a fifty-step radius centered on Checheng Nancheng.  Regardless of those who broke into the city or those who didn't have time to rush into the city, no one within this range would be spared.

    The lines of rain falling from the sky seemed to turn light red, and what was flowing on the ground was not rain at all, but a spring of blood

    When the first explosion occurred, the soldiers of the first brigade quickly put down their weapons, covered their ears with their hands, and tried their best to hide behind the city surrounded by transport vehicles.  Zicheng was exactly fifty steps away from the outer city. Even though it was already the tail of the explosion shock wave, it still shook the vehicles. You can imagine the miserable situation of the Jin soldiers outside Zicheng.

    When Yang Zaixing and the soldiers of the first brigade had just recovered from the shock, they raised their heads from behind the transport truck and saw the scene, which made these men who had long been accustomed to seeing bloody killings gasp.

    Fifty chariots were all turned into debris and burning charred wood. Rainwater poured on the flames, making sizzling sounds and white steam steaming from time to time.  As far as I could see, there was not a single golden soldier who was still standing - even those who were still alive were running away in despair, rolling and crawling on the ground.

    Well, it seems that there is another golden soldier emerging from the pile of corpses - Saba.

    When the explosion occurred, Saba ran at the front. In other words, he was the safest one.  After the explosion, he was also knocked down by the shock wave. Several golden soldier corpses were stacked on his body, which was equivalent to a flesh pad for protection. However, he was not injured, but his eardrums were buzzing and he was severely dizzy.

    This horrific scene, as well as the irritability caused by tinnitus and brain swelling, made Sa Ba's blood boil and he screamed to the sky.  As soon as his eyes fell, he saw the general who had severely wounded him ten steps away.  Saba let out a tiger roar, like a bloodthirsty ferocious beast, leapt onto the transport truck, swooped down in the air, and swung his stick to hit him wildly.

    Yang Zaixing swung his horse forward to stop the guards who wanted to protect themselves with licenses. He swung his horse forward, opened the water line, stepped on the water stains mixed with dirty blood, and rushed forward to meet the attack.

    The mace struck down in the air, piercing the horse's stem like an arrow. The moment the clubs struck each other, the tip of the stem suddenly trembled - Ding!  There was a piercing sound, and the hook teeth flew off. The mace was lifted half a foot, narrowly passing by Yang Zaixing's right shoulder, and the huge head of the club covered with thick hook teeth smashed heavily into the mud.

    The two figures collided violently - the difference was that a blood-stained blade popped out of the broad and broad back, and there seemed to be a small piece of bloody lung stuck on the tip of the blade.  piece¡­¡­

    Two brave generals who were close at hand looked at each other coldly. The difference was that one was intact and the other was about to die. In the history of another time and space, Yang Zaixing killed the Jin army thirty times in a row during the Battle of Xiaoshang River.  Among the remaining generals, the one with the highest position is Temmu Bojin Saba - the Saba of this time and space.

    In different time and space, the fateful showdown between Yang Zaixing and Saba still ended with Saba¡¯s defeat.

    The sky is cloudy and the rain is gradually weakening.

    Wanyanang trembled all over and woke up from his sluggish state.

    The rain is about to stop. If we don¡¯t break through, we will have no chance.

    "Open the village gate!" Wan Yanang pointed the scimitar in his hand at the gap in Checheng and shouted sternly, "The enemy's Checheng has been destroyed. If we don't attack now, when will we wait? Those who want to die can stay, and those who want to live can stay  If you have any, just fight me!"

    Wan Yanang threw off his bamboo hat and raincoat, took off his helmet and armor, held the gold medal in one hand, and brandished a machete in the other, and went out first with a mentality of looking forward to death.  Behind them, there were guards following closely. Behind the guards, there were rows of silent regular soldiers. Behind the regular soldiers, there were timid auxiliary soldiers

    "It's time." Di Lie raised his hand to make a gesture, and the flagman immediately leaned forward and waved a flag the same color as blood.

    The Checheng in the southeast, northeast and northwest directions quickly responded to the flag and sent back the signal.  At the same time, the three chariots changed from the side carriages to the main carriages, rumbling towards the remnants of the Jin Army who were squeezed in the middle.

    Wanyan Ang dispersed the guards who were trying to protect him and walked at the front of the team.  The drizzle was like silk, and the autumn wind was suddenly cold, but his chest was as hot as fire, just like going back to the time when he was seventeen years old and accompanied Taizu to conquer Liao.  He was like this back then. Holding a gold medal and a scimitar, he rushed to the forefront of the team, defeated the Liao army, and rushed to the top of Linhuang Mansion

    Poof!  A bullet fired from five hundred paces cut off Wan Yanang's thoughts.  The bullet passed through his abdomen and exploded in his waist and back, shattering his entire spine in an instant.

    Losing the support of his spine, Wanyan fell forward like mud. An object flew out of his hand, drew an arc in mid-air, and was inserted into the green grass.

    Gold medal!  The gold medal is lost and the man dies.

      On the watchtower five hundred steps away, the fatal sniper was slowly putting down his big sniper.

    The clouds have settled and the rain has stopped, and the sound of gunfire is getting louder.

    The law of heaven is for the public, and opportunities are equal. Good luck is not always on the side of the golden man.  (To be continued)
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