The crazy behavior of the bandits also aroused their ferocity. One of the generals threw away his sword and grabbed a spear. Just then, a peasant soldier stepped on the corpse and stuck his head out, trying to jump over the shield.
The gun with quick eyes and quick hands stabbed it fiercely, directly piercing the head of the Peasant Army soldier. The head of the gun stabbed out from the back of the head, with blood dripping from it, mixed with white things. "Brothers, don't be afraid.
, the shield hand exposed the gap and retreated, and the spearman pushed against me."
This crazy commander showed no fear. Under his influence, the morale of the shield soldiers was greatly boosted. They actively tilted their shields to expose the gap. The commander held the spear and rushed forward along the gap. The battle had been fierce for nearly half an hour.
, a mountain of corpses had been piled up in front of the shield array before. Now, without the support of the shield, the corpses fell down. Many peasant soldiers standing on the corpse mountain could not react. They could not stand firmly on their feet and rolled down.
A leader's thick eyebrows stood up in anger. The damn officers and soldiers actually removed their shields at this time. They didn't want to live anymore?
What surprised him even more was that not only did the shield hand retreat, but those hiding behind the shield actually rushed forward. It was really unexpected. Are the officers and soldiers insulting people? They are obviously at a disadvantage and dare to rush forward.
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Puff puff puff, many rogue bandits did not expect that the opponent would advance instead of retreating if their shields were withdrawn. Before they could react, they were stabbed to death by Wu's heavy spear near the mountain of corpses. However, the rogue bandits' offensive only paused slightly, and then surged again.
With a fierce momentum, the leader drew his sword and roared with red eyes, "The officers and soldiers can't hold on anymore, pounce on them and kill them."
Countless rogue bandits climbed up from the mountain of corpses and launched a frenzied siege against more than two hundred spearmen. They were determined to capture the Shiqiao stronghold. They thought the battle would be won easily, and even the officers and soldiers voluntarily gave up due to pressure.
The possibility is also very high.
But the battle process was not at all what they imagined. The officers and soldiers were like mad dogs, relying on their strongholds to form an iron wall of defense. Facing this mass of iron, the peasant army officers and soldiers suffered countless casualties. There were broken limbs and broken arms everywhere on the corpse mountain. Now
The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the heat wave is mixed with the smell of blood, making it even more pungent. The hot blood cannot dry up, and walking over the mountain of corpses, everyone looks like an evil ghost crawling out of purgatory.
Desolation, terror, and wailing formed a picture of death between heaven and earth. A peasant soldier jumped down from the mountain of corpses, hugged a spearman and opened his mouth to bite him. The scimitar in his hand kept cutting down the spearman.
He screamed in pain several times, and his arm was forcibly removed. The muscles were not completely severed, and they were connected to the severed arm on the ground. The peasant soldier had half a piece of meat in his mouth, but before he could be happy, there was a lump above his head.
He chopped off the steel knife fiercely. The knife was so powerful and heavy that his head rolled to the side like a bloody gourd.
This is the battlefield. There is no artistic beauty at all. Some are just killing, and some are just how to kill each other. Once they are fighting together, there is no idea. The soldiers of the Guards Battalion are brave and good at fighting. They are known as the strongest battalion in the army. After all, they are no match for them.
The bandits followed one after another, and more than two hundred soldiers were submerged by the tide in the blink of an eye. This was the gap in strength. In the face of strong strength, any tactics, any formations, and any conspiracies seemed so weak.
But their sacrifice was worth it. In less than a stick of incense, the shield soldiers had continuously retreated and came to the outside of the stronghold wall. They relied on the bluestone wall of the stronghold to re-form a line of defense. Due to the obstruction of the wall, the rogue bandits could not escape for a short time.
They were unable to attack from both sides and could only charge head-on. This reduced the area under attack and also weakened the rogue bandit's military advantage in disguise. Zhao Mingjiu's face did not change at all, just like a dead face, but far behind, the horse
Huihuan was already enraged. There were just over a thousand officers and soldiers, but in a short period of time, he caused more than a thousand casualties to his side. Since his debut, Ma Huihuan has never fought such a useless battle.
"Ah...roar..." Ma Huanhuan roared, like a lion's roar, shocking people's hearts, urging the war horse under his crotch, he rushed towards the stronghold angrily, he wanted to personally participate in this battle to let the officers and soldiers see it.
The men in Xiaguanzhong are so powerful. With the iron armor and war horses, Ma Huihuan is like a god descending from the sky. Seeing his figure, the bandits' morale is boosted and they keep roaring. As they get closer and closer, Ma Huihuan is not afraid, only his face is full of fear.
Excited, he grabbed the saber as a heavy weapon, held the saber in one hand, and slammed it against the shield.
With a bang, everyone was shocked. Even Zhao Mingjiu couldn't help but frowned. The shield flew out and hit the wall heavily. The three soldiers behind the shield also couldn't help but frown.
After being knocked to the ground, Ma Huihuan urged the war horses without mercy, and slashed down with the steel knife with both hands. The three Ruifeng battalion soldiers had no time to get up before they were slaughtered. Everything happened so suddenly, no one expected Ma Huihuan to be like this.
It was so fierce that it knocked away a heavy shield with one hand. What an inhuman strength it was. Ma Huihuan showed off his power, and the bandits were inspired to attack even more ferociously. Zhao Mingjiu was horrified. Although he didn't want to admit it, he knew that even the two of them couldn't defeat this strong man.
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The horse circled around like a tiger entering a pack of wolves, charging left and right, but there was no one who could combine under his hands. As the gap in the shield formation became wider and wider, the entire defense line collapsed. The spearmen and swordsmen who were behind the shield formation were even more helpless.
Blocking the swarming bandits, Ma Huihuan was like a god of murder, continuing this nightmare of killing. Zhao Mingjiu's heart was bleeding, but he still restrained himself and stood at the door with his sword in hand, "Everyone retreated to the stronghold, relying on
The terrain resisted step by step.”
After being beaten like this, Zhao Mingjiu didn't even think about living. At this point, he could only kill as many bandits as possible. The remnants of less than 200 soldiers were like bed bugs in front of more than 7,000 peasant army soldiers.
He would be crushed to death at any time. Ma Huihuan looked contemptuously at the stone bridge stronghold in front of him. He felt that victory was already in his hands. None of these officers and soldiers could escape, and they would all become dead souls under his sword.
Boom, looking up, it turned out that a section of the wall collapsed with the attack. With victory in sight, the peasant army soldiers rushed towards the stronghold excitedly. Some Ruifeng Battalion soldiers who had not had time to retreat into the stronghold were killed one by one by several times their own strength.
The enemy slaughtered.
Looking back, he saw corpses all over the ground. The sun was shining brightly, but there was a thick atmosphere of darkness under the dome. Under the scorching sun, it seemed as if he could see souls slowly rising. Ma Huanhuan couldn't help but frowned. Unexpectedly, a
The small Stone Bridge stronghold has lost so many people. This is just the beginning. As the battle deepens, how many will survive in the end?
Zhao Mingjiu has been resisting. He will not escape, has nowhere to escape, and will not surrender. There are many traps set up in the stronghold, but these traps cannot stop the crazy bandits at all. There are fewer and fewer people around him, until there are no more
Others.
Zhao Mingjiu was covered in blood, with scars everywhere, his sword was hanging low, and his arms were leaking blood. He had become a bloody man, and his original appearance could not be seen. He was surrounded by fierce bandits. At this moment, it seemed that he was the only one left in the world.
Alone, facing the scorching sun and sky.
However, the corners of Zhao Mingjiu's mouth cracked and he actually smiled. His smile was friendly and sarcastic. The hundreds of celebrity bandits around him couldn't help but shudder. The encirclement was also shaken and expanded. This was a terrifying sight.
This guy, in this stronghold, countless brothers died in his hands. He smiled now, more like a bloodthirsty evil ghost.
One of the leaders became so angry that he clenched his spear and shouted loudly, "Come together and kill this guy. He is already dead. Don't be afraid of him."
When the leader spoke, more than a dozen soldiers immediately responded. They all held weapons and rushed forward with roars. Zhao Mingjiu wanted to raise his hands, but he had no strength, but he still had a little breath in his heart, "For the family first, for the glory."
, for the Superintendent, kill!"
Using the last bit of strength in his life, he raised his arm, but failed to bring it down. He could no longer feel the pain, and his vision became increasingly blurry. There were only ferocious faces around him. Some of them were laughing loudly, and some were laughing.
Their faces were filled with panic, and some had faces full of shock. A hot wind blew, and the burly body fell to the ground, small, yet as big as a mountain.
A corpse was lying quietly on the ground. Dozens of peasant army soldiers surrounded the corpse, but no one moved it. Look at me, look at you, no one knows what to do with it. Right here.
At that time, Ma Huihuan finally walked into the stronghold. He only coughed twice, and the peasant army soldiers took the initiative to move out of the way. Ma Huihuan didn't think much about it, but after looking at the corpses on the ground, he recognized that this guy was an officer and soldier.
Commander, many peasant army soldiers died in his hands.
Just like his nickname, Ma Huihuan was vicious and cruel. He immediately frowned and touched the tip of his nose, "You guys, chop off his head, find a wooden stick and put it outside.
Let the officers and soldiers see the consequences of resisting us. Huh, if you don't show the officers and soldiers some color, you really think we have no one in northern Shaanxi."
Zhuo Ke had been following Ma Huihuan. He came from a scholarly family in Yanshui River, so he looked down upon Ma Huihuan's actions. He couldn't help but whispered, "Your Excellency, it's not good to do this. This way
, wouldn’t it irritate the officers and soldiers? This officer and soldier can be considered heroic. Since he died, he should be respected, so why not bury him!”
Although Zhuo Ke deliberately lowered his voice, the crowd was close at this time and many people still heard it. Most of them nodded secretly and looked at Ma Huihuan with questioning eyes. In fact, many people had the same idea as Zhuo Ke.
, although the relationship was hostile and they were fighting to the death on the battlefield, warriors always need to be respected. Because of this, everyone gathered around for a long time, and no one went up to toss the corpse of the officer and soldier.
Ma Huihuan felt the doubtful looks around him, and an unknown fire arose in his heart. He was born in poverty, and his early life experience made him very sensitive. What he hated most was being questioned.
Isn't Zhuo Ke just from a better background? He's not under him yet, so why should he refute his orders? Frowning, Ma Huihuan looked at the people around him gloomily, "Didn't you hear my order?"
?Hurry and chop off his head, spread the word, and say that I ordered everything. I just want to anger the officers and soldiers and let them come. Only cowards are afraid of the officers and soldiers."
Ma Huihuan was arrogant and domineering in his words and deeds, and his temperament was flamboyant. But when he said these words, Zhuo Ke really couldn't get off the stage. Didn't he call him Zhuo Ke a coward? But now that the enemy was facing him, Zhuo Ke could only endure it, but he secretly thought in his heart
I cursed a few times. This reckless man, apart from being brave and full of head, would not have had his turn to show off his power if it hadn't been for the occasion of employing people.
With the order to turn the horse around, Zhao Mingjiu's head was supported on a wooden stake. Under the scorching sun, the blood had long dried up. His pale eyes stared at the east, telling anger and resentment. Forty miles east of the Shiqiao stronghold,
An infantry army of about 5,000 people was advancing slowly. One of the generals was holding two whips, and his armor was engraved with red grain lines. Stomping, a scout galloped on horseback, and the horse's hooves raised smoke and dust, making it misty.
Out of sight, when he came closer, the scout rolled off his horse and knelt on the ground, "Inform General Chen, the rogues sent tens of thousands of troops to besiege the Shiqiao stronghold. Now the stronghold has fallen, and General Zhao died in the battle."
"Well" Chen Yaofeng frowned angrily, with fire in his eyes. Tens of thousands of troops besieged the Shiqiao stronghold. The rogue bandits were really generous. Even Zhao Mingjiu died in the battle. Of course Chen Yaofeng was angry. The Ruifeng Battalion soldiers stationed at the stronghold were...
The supervisor's personal soldiers lost so many people at once. What surprised Chen Yaofeng was that the scout had not stood up yet, but just lowered his head, his shoulders were shaking, and seemed to be sobbing. Chen Yaofeng felt a cold shiver in his heart. Could it be that
What else is going on?
He exhaled, tapped the scout's head, and said angrily, "If there is anything else, why don't you tell me quickly? Are you still afraid that I won't be able to bear it?"
"I...I...the abominable bandits, they only occupied the stronghold, they cut off General Zhao's head, put it on a wooden stake, and even said that no matter who went to the Shiqiao stronghold, they would
Some of them are gone but never come back." After saying this, the scout soldier knelt down and cried bitterly. He was a soldier brought out by Zhao Mingjiu. He felt that way when he saw the head of his boss Qian being put on a stake to be exposed to the sun, but could not take it back.
What a torment?
Chen Yaofeng, who had always been steady, finally couldn't keep calm. He swayed and said angrily, "What? These thieves are really hateful. They actually did such a thing. These beasts. Wei Qianxiao, hurry up and pass the order. The target is straight."
At the Shiqiao stronghold, we also sent a message to the Superintendent, requesting reinforcements. Before the battle, we must destroy these beasts."
Chen Yaofeng really didn't understand why there were such idiots. This was simply challenging the bottom line of the northern Shanxi frontier army. The scout's voice was not low, and the soldiers on the march heard it clearly. Not long after, Zhao Mingjiu's
The news spread throughout the army. When they heard what happened to Zhao Mingjiu, the soldiers' blood surged and they all wanted to fly to the Shiqiao stronghold.
Wei Qianxiao naturally did not dare to object and immediately ran to deliver the order. Soon, Chen Yaofeng's five thousand army began to march towards the Shiqiao stronghold.