Yan Zhuo had his long sword slung behind his back. He was dressed in light clothing and not wearing any armor. His eyebrows and eyes were like swords and stars, flashing with a faint cold air.
Behind him, Wang Zhanjin, Wang Feihu and the other soldiers all had serious expressions on their faces. They looked at the dark night, feeling shocked and surprised, but they were not afraid.
Because there is Yan Zhuo standing in front of them. As long as Yan Zhuo is there, it is like their trunks have a hard spine, which they cannot bend or cross!
Yan Zhuo clapped his hands, shouted "Up", and jumped down first. Wang Zhanjin and Wang Erhu followed closely and jumped down. Behind the three people, a group of soldiers saw that the general was leading the way, and they all fought bravely, one after another.
He turned over and jumped down. For a moment, the umbrella kites in the sky were dotted like a hundred flowers blooming, leading Yan Zhuo and the soldiers down steadily.
As soon as Yan Zhuo landed on the ground, he pulled off the long sword from his back and ran towards the city gate tower. He held the long sword in his hand, and with a tear of the blade, he sent the two yawning Japanese bandits back like a flying firefly.
hometown.
Wang Zhanjin and Wang Feihu also landed on the ground. They followed their previous instructions. Wang Zhanjin led 20 people to open the city gate, while Wang Feihu led others to pour kerosene everywhere and set fire to it.
The Japanese pirates were shocked, but looking at the Jiangzuo soldiers who kept falling from the sky, how could they still have the fighting spirit under the shock? Yan Zhuo alone killed more than ten Japanese pirates one after another, and the Japanese pirates saw the people in front of him die one after another.
, the city was ablaze again, and everyone was frightened.
They had experienced several major defeats one after another. They had already lost all their strength and the morale of the army was unstable. Although Jingluo Sanpao was prepared, the morale issue could not be solved by preparing the military formation.
After only a slight contact with Jiang Zuo's army led by Yan Zhuo, the whole line collapsed.
Wang Zhanjin opened the gate of Zhenhai City with almost no effort.
Jiang Zuo's army, who was ambushing outside the city, saw the fire inside the city and the city gate wide open. With three drum beats, they launched a fierce attack on the city gate.
Five thousand soldiers and horses rushed into Zhenhai City in an instant. Luo Sanpao reacted quickly and organized three counterattacks in an attempt to recapture the city gate. However, as soon as the Japanese bandits approached the city gate, they were scattered and killed by Jiang Zuo's army.
The tens of thousands of Japanese defenders in Zhenhai City could only panic, and there was no possibility of counterattack.
It was almost dawn, and the Jiangzuo soldiers led by Yan Zhuo had captured most of Zhenhai City. The corpses of Japanese pirates were scattered on the bluestone, and the entire street was covered with blood.
Luo Sanpao knew that the situation was over, so he took his guards on the ship, abandoned the city in a hurry, and ran along the river to the sea. The remaining Japanese bandits in the city knew that there was no hope of escape, so they either surrendered or fought with trapped animals.
Wang Zhanjin didn't take it seriously when he saw the Japanese pirates fighting trapped beasts. His sword skills were already perfect, and when he encountered ordinary Japanese pirates, he was just like chopping melons and vegetables. Wang Feihu, on the other hand, had just learned the "Zhanjin Jiu" technique.
"Style", when he met the Japanese bandit who was stubbornly resisting, he immediately used the move "Dismount and Drink the King".
His blade struck directly at the Japanese thief's chest, and the Japanese thief retreated sharply. As the Japanese thief dodged, Wang Erhu turned the tip of his knife and swiped the Japanese thief's calf. Blood spattered instantly, and the Japanese thief fell to the ground in pain.
As the Japanese thief fell to the ground, Wang Erhu did not hesitate and stepped on the Japanese thief's chest. There was a "pop" sound, and the steel knife had been inserted directly into the Japanese thief's heart.
The Japanese bandit only fluttered once, twitched his limbs, and lost his breath.
It's daybreak and the sun is warm.
The Japanese thieves in the city were either captured or killed, and were no longer able to resist.
The Jiangzuo soldiers who had fought fiercely all night looked up at the new sun, with smiles on their faces.
"Zhenhai has been restored! The Japanese bandits have retreated!"
Yan Zhuo stood in front of the large tent of the Japanese pirates' Zhenhai headquarters, raised a torch, and burned the Chinese army's tent to the ground.
"General, the Japanese pirate has escaped to the sea, what should we do?"
Yan Zhuo looked at the flames soaring into the sky in front of him and replied coldly: "Kill, no Japanese pirates will be spared!"
