The boat master who claimed to be a sea dragon suddenly came into contact with the old cousins of Lake City who were called tigers in the mountains on the ground, and the battle became intense.
The sailors of the navy are silent. In fact, the regular army is silent on the battlefield.
Like in movies and TV shows, when someone kills someone, they yell about killing him, killing his grandson for the sake of our emperor and the alliance. It's all nonsense.
Only gangsters fight like this. While fighting, they yell at me to fuck you, make you a big watermelon, let you draw pictures, offer memorial tablets, kill you, etc.
On the battlefield, regular soldiers will not easily open their mouths and shout randomly. One problem is their strength, and the other is that they can easily choke on a mouthful of blood when they open their mouths.
As for the veterans of Lake City, it is no longer a matter of silence. It is like holding a concert, shouting and shouting while charging and killing, but no one understands what it means.
Boat masters, those who call themselves sea dragons, especially Luo Yundao boat masters, have a bad reputation because they avoid privateers when they see them. Throughout the year, the number of battles is very few.
Hucheng, every Hucheng tribesman, their life is a life of fighting, fighting the cold winter with bare arms, fighting the scorching heat by lying on the trees, fighting wild beasts with wooden sticks, leading the tribe to conquer the deep mountains and old forests, their lives are endless.
The fighting doesn't stop.
The number of people is basically the same. There are more naval officers, but the number is limited.
The outcome of the battle was already decided the moment Tao Ruolin's delicate jade finger landed on the map.
Like a mountain torrent, the old men of Lake City were devouring everything in sight. Any living creature over one and a half meters tall must be less than half a meter and must either kneel down or lie down.
The scene in the martial arts field that year was repeated again.
The weapons of the fleet division are only swords, spears, long knives, or long bows.
The Hucheng old man's weapons are shoulders, head, fists, legs, and even teeth.
The scarred bodies of the old cousins are medals and honors, and they are also a symbol of toughness after countless killings.
The bodies of the sailors were so thin in comparison, as if they were not facing each other of the same kind, but ferocious beasts that swooped over to devour them.
The sea fog once again shrouded the blue sea, seeming to block the inhumane killing battle on the seaside.
Chu Qing kicked over the navy soldiers who were kneeling on the ground and surrendered. From the corner of his eye, he could see the majestic bodies. The defense lines of the navy soldiers were as if they were made of paper and could be broken at a touch.
The third brother didn't even draw Qianji. He could rush faster and kill harder, but he had to protect Chu Qing.
Others did not need to protect Chu Qing, so they moved forward bravely. They knocked down anyone wearing armor and used any part of the body to stop the fallen enemy from moving. Then they continued to charge until no one wearing armor could survive.
It's enough when you have a standing naval force.
What Hucheng Lao Biao is best at is also this thing, changing from movement to stillness, turning a living thing jumping around into a dead thing lying on the ground.
Someone finally resisted Brother Dajun's advance, but it was just a flash in the pan.
A sword and a suit of armor are like a meat grinder on the battlefield. Wherever it passes, everything is flying backwards.
It was precisely because of the fierce killing that Brother Dajun encountered another group of troops from the garrison camp, which were Di Qinhu's personal guards.
Sheng Zhaojun is extremely tall and strong, and is so eye-catching that he will inevitably become the focus of attention.
Brother Dajun, who was originally facing the enemy with the back of his sword, saw the well-armored garrison troops and turned his sword against the enemy. His broken limbs and wailings added a bright red color to Brother Dajun's pitch-black armor.
Chen Dinglan was breathing heavily.
So far, he has not knocked down anyone, but his face is filled with sadness.
He had thought about how the navy's sailors would be at a disadvantage in front of Lao Feng in Lake City.
But he never imagined that it would be such a scene, that it would collapse at the first touch and there would be no stopping it.
This is the Marine Corps. Like him, it is the Marine Corps guarding the Dachang Sea. The Marine Corps soldiers cannot...at least they should not be so vulnerable.
The entire battlefield was like this. From the beginning of the battle, in just half a stick of incense, the entire fleet of navy soldiers was defeated. They were like seemingly solid piles of sand. They overestimated their capabilities and tried to withstand the huge waves. After being swallowed up,
Torn to pieces, broken into pieces, turned into loose sand, dust to dust, dust to dust.
The fighting style of Hucheng Lao Biao is very strange. No general would like such an army because it does not form a fighting formation, does not obey orders, and has no discipline at all.
The fighting methods of Hucheng Laobiao are extremely ancient and primitive.
But primitiveness and antiquity also represent barbarism and violence, and represent the purest way of fighting since the founding of the world.
In fact, if you want to defeat such a charging team, it is very simple. Just resist the first attack, block their progress, stabilize the formation, switch from defense to offense, continuously compress the opponent's movement space, and slowly move forward to strangle.
, not even considered tactics.
But in this world, is there any large camp that can stop the charge of the veterans from Lake City?
Maybe, but they are definitely not Luo Yundao's sailors!
The battlefield has long been one-sided. On ancient battlefields, when one side loses 30% of its value, the outcome is almost doomed. The morale and fighting will of the losing side will be greatly affected, because of this kind of loss.
The loss is not a certain point, but an area, and it also has a chain reaction.
The captain who rarely goes into battle, and even when he goes into battle, always shoots arrows on the boat, is as weak as a delicate flower in front of the old man in Hucheng who fights with the world and the wild beasts. The sound of thunder before the storm will make him feel weak.
They wither quickly.
The first handsome flag has been captured by Brother Dajun.
Everywhere the blood-stained Army soldier went, there were either corpses or people pretending to be corpses. The soldiers pretending to be corpses were shivering, holding their heads and begging for mercy.
The second commander's flag was also captured. An old man from Hucheng cut off the commander's flag, held it high, and shouted in broken Chinese - for the boss!
The mountains roared and the tsunami roared, one after another, for the sake of the boss, for the sake of the boss.
The third commander's flag was also captured. The third brother stepped on the commander's flag under his feet and searched for Di Qinhu's traces.
The scale of the battle exceeded ten thousand people. This may be the fastest battle to end since the beginning of the Chang Dynasty.
But to be precise, the battle is not over yet. The commander's flag is not at the rear, but in the middle. There is still resistance and the forward charging navy soldiers are doing useless work.
Di Qinhu, who was at the rear, felt as if he had been struck by lightning, with no color on his face.
He did not overestimate the combat capabilities of his troops, but he underestimated his old cousin from Hucheng. All of this made him unable to accept that the other party was rushing so fast and moving forward inexorably, while his own side was also defeated so quickly, without any resistance.
force.
"Flag ship, board the flag ship, everyone on the rear wing, get on the war ship!"
Di Qinhu made the best choice for him and returned to the ship. As long as he returned to the ship, although he would not win, he would not lose either.
But Di Qinhu was really cowardly. He pinched the horse's belly and shouted again: "Put on my handsome armor, quickly, get on the other two flag ships!"
The so-called flag ship is not a warship, but it is the fastest ship on the sea. It is usually a fast ship that relays orders to other ships on the sea.
Di Qinhu did not board the upper boat, but wanted to board the flag boat. He obviously considered that if he was bitten by the pursuers, he could escape on the flag boat.
In addition, there were three flag ships in total. Di Qinhu also asked the other two personal guards to put on the armor of the commander's ship. It was like having two substitutes. Plus him, each boarded a flag ship.
This arrangement would not allow Di Qinhu to turn defeat into victory, but it would allow him to escape with almost no possibility of being caught.
But he didn't know that outside the battlefield, there was a guy eating naan bread, rubbing his eyes, his eyes were small, and he was very confused.
