Chu Qing is not a military force in the strict sense.
This caused him to ignore some things, ignoring the "restlessness" that the soldiers had been deliberately suppressing since they set foot on Yingdao.
Not bloodthirsty, not murderous, but eager to use both hands to pour out the fire of revenge on the head of the Japanese thief, not relying on gunpowder arrows or fierce fire oil.
When the words "capture the city" reached the ears of the army, the Ying thieves realized that the Chang army did not use "all their strength" at all!
In war, there is no winner, unless there are zero casualties, and the same is true for Chang Jun. Perhaps the only winner is the God of Death, or the inconstancy of black and white.
However, most of those who died were Ying thieves, who were not under the control of black and white. As for the God of Death, he was unwilling to claim it even if he thought about it. Perhaps even the path of life among the six paths had no place for Ying thieves.
With the sound of "capture the city", the troops near the city wall squatted on the ground and loaded the gunpowder crossbows into the divine arm crossbows.
These specially trained archers turned a deaf ear to the clanging of gold and iron, the screams coming from all directions, the blood and flesh flying everywhere, even if the robe fell, they still turned a deaf ear.
Splattered blood was scattered, and the thief's head rolled to the ground, with a pair of blood-red eyes shining with hatred.
The crouching archer finally activated the spring on the divine arm crossbow.
The gunpowder crossbow with sparks hitting the city wall was like the sound of a charging horn.
Zhao Baodan threw out the flying rope again.
Feng Taoist, the elder of the Three Hidden Sects, is a very narrow-minded person, and he must avenge himself with one stone!
This time, because Chang's army began to seize the city, Saburo Shimono, an extremely powerful marksman, had no intention of taking care of him. He shouted and directed the battle. Unknown to him, the god of death with a sickle was approaching quietly.
Got him.
When Zhao Baodan climbed onto the city wall, many things were already decided.
The ground was littered with corpses, blood flowed into rivers, and the Japanese thieves on the scorched earth rushed out of the city gate like a tide, and then like an ebbing tide, they were constantly forced back by Chang's army.
The long crossbows fired by the city slaves would take away several lives every time, including those from the Chang army and some from the Ying thieves.
No one cares, at least Chang Jun doesn't care.
When they set foot on this sinful island, their eyes flashed with determination and unswerving determination. They came for revenge, either to take revenge or to die for revenge. This is the heroic spirit of the army, the spirit of Dachang Army.
Heroic, the heroic spirit of Dachang Dynasty’s Donghai Navy.
Death is not terrible. What is terrible is that you are unable to stop the enemy and thieves from slaughtering your own relatives. This is the most terrible thing.
Chu Qing's armor had long been stained red with blood, and his breath was filled with the disgusting smell of blood.
Meng Huoyou was dragged up by the troops transporting supplies and hung on the flying wings. The distance was not enough, so he was thrown with his body and hit the wall of Xianye Castle hard.
The firelight reflected the night sky red, and the red blood and red fire turned the south side of Shimoye Castle into a red night.
Chu Qing stepped over the tenth corpse, the tenth corpse of Chang Jun.
His memory was not very good, and he did not remember it, but he knew very clearly that among the ten corpses, there were two navy soldiers, an old soldier, a new soldier, a veteran soldier of the border army, and a native of Ryukyu Island.
, the others are all members of the Hu female tribe.
The Hu female people are always like this, rushing into each other's faces.
It's not that they don't understand battle formations, it's just that they always want to kill more people and die more. Only in this way will the people of Changzhou truly accept them. Even if Chu Qing is gone one day, they can live freely in the land of Zhongzhou.
superior.
The vast battlefield was like a purgatory on earth, with stumps and broken arms everywhere. Chu Qing no longer needed to look at the slaves on the city wall, because Zhao Baodan was already standing there, and the second man also climbed up. He Jizhen
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The city wall can only accommodate three people passing through. Zhao Baodan and He Jizhen are the mountains that the archers on the city wall can never cross. And this mountain will swallow them up and leave no trace of their corpses.
"Death!" Where Zhao Baodan's long sword was pointing was none other than Saburo Shimono, who was fully armored.
With the word "death", Feng Daoist rushed forward like an agile cheetah. Wherever he passed, no one could stop him, no one could defeat him, and no one could survive.
The charred black land turned bright red again, and the shouts of killing and the sound of horns echoed between the heaven and the earth and persisted for a long time.
With every breath, every blink, and every second that passes, countless living beings have left this world, either a few Chang soldiers or a few Japanese thieves.
The fighting is still going on, and there seems to be no end to the Ying thieves. The ferocious-looking Ying thieves are still running out of the city gate, but it is exactly what Chang Jun wants. The killing is not enough, far from enough. All the living creatures on Yingdao can only be sent to hell.
, only by burning Yingdao to the ground can we appease those wronged souls in the East China Sea, those wronged souls of our own race.
Underfoot, there was muddy and scorched earth stained with blood.
In front of him, there were Japanese thieves dancing like a group of demons.
Overhead, flying wings whizzed by.
Around me is the robe of life and death.
In the distance is Shimono Castle, the end point of this battle and the starting point of the next battle.
This is the fate of a soldier, the curse that a soldier cannot break. He lives for war and dies for peace.
The gate of Xiaye City finally collapsed, crushing countless Japanese thieves to death.
Chu Qing's face was dotted with blood, and his originally handsome facial features became more and more ferocious. He was the peerless Master Ruyu. On the battlefield, he was like an evil ghost coming to the world. This is the magic of war.
"Blast the west wall to let the Japanese thieves out. If they don't come out, we'll fight in!"
This is the horror of war. When all strategic purposes are abandoned and the meaning of the war is abandoned, all that is left is massacre, killing, or being killed. However, unlike the Japanese thieves, Chang Jun seeks revenge and revenge.
guard.
In their hearts, they are still missing the mother-in-law in the house, the infant child waiting for milk, the brother working in the field, the old mother who has withered her years, and the woman who always frowns and slaps her butt with the sole of her shoe.
's dad.
There are too many worries.
Chang Jun has too many concerns.
But it is precisely because of these concerns that they are not afraid of death, because these concerns are what they protect.
Joining the army is the choice of warriors, because only by joining the army can you protect your home and country as soon as possible, and can you accept the most rigorous training to protect your home and country. Who else would want to join the army except warriors?
The war of the army is about life and death together.
Zhao Baodan's war is an eye for an eye.
If you shoot me with an arrow, I will kill you!
Zhao Baodan is a cautious person, and he is also a person who keeps his promises. When he fell off the city wall, he made a promise to himself: Whoever shoots me will die!
When Zhao Baodan, who was like a murderous god, stepped on the corpses of dozens of archers and advanced slowly, the so-called famous Japanese thief general Shimono Saburo was already frightened.
A hidden arrow was shot from the turret, coming from the darkness, exposed to the firelight, and stopped two inches in front of Zhao Baodan's eyebrows.
The blood-stained palm tightly grasped the hidden arrow. The palm belonged to He Jizhen.
He Jizhen waved his hand, and the hidden arrow returned to its original position, in the right eye socket of a Japanese thief.
The next second, Feng Daoren and He Jizhen rushed towards Shimono Saburo, one on the left and the other on the right.
The sword light, like a rainbow, reflected the firelight below the city in less than a second.
The light of the sword merged with the darkness. When the light of the sword reflected the light of the fire, it was such a startling glimpse.
Feng Taoist showed a smile, went to Nozaburo, and "cut it off".
From the left shoulder to the right abdomen, they were neatly broken.
He Jizhen glanced sideways at Feng Taoist, looking slightly surprised.
Zhao Baodan's cultivation level has surpassed that of his biological father, the master of the Three Hidden Sects.
"Old Taoist, if you want to become a demon, you will become a demon to protect Dachang and Chuqing."
Zhao Baodan, who said he was possessed by a demon, had a cold smile on his lips, shook off the blood on his long knife, and looked at the panicked archers with cold eyes.
"No one is allowed to live in this tower except me, Liu Chengfeng!"
The Feng Taoist rushed out again, willing to be possessed by the devil.
