Although the rebels were outnumbered, the more than seventy people who attacked were all men from the martial arts world. They were all skilled in martial arts and fearless of death. Nan Yunshan, who was a master, was at the front, and the others faced the target regardless of their own safety.
Taking risks, the four militia members who were shot by arrows were not afraid of death. They broke the arrow shafts inserted into their bodies and rushed towards the oncoming rebels. Everyone knew that it was either you or me who would die on the battlefield. As long as they could move,
, will never sit back and wait to die.
The smoke of gunpowder has not dissipated, the pungent smell hangs in the air, the sound of killing covers up the sound of gunfire, the era of cold weapons has come, and the hot-blooded heroes have a place to use. "Nan Batian" Nanyun Mountain rushed out of the ravine more than ten steps away
, they met the first rebel. The machete in Nan Yuntian’s hand was the king of infantry. It weighed about forty kilograms and was about two meters long. With this guy in hand, it could sweep a large area.
I saw Nan Yuntian stepping forward, sweeping through thousands of troops with one move, sweeping the wind and the remaining clouds, his momentum was astonishing and soul-stirring, directly attacking the enemy's courage, making the disciples behind him couldn't help but feel admiration.
One of the rebels wanted to block with the shovel in his hand. His shovel was a weapon obtained from the stable of an old wealthy landlord. It was originally used to cut grass. Now he wields it in his hand and kills people.
The fodder was just as simple. But his knife was not long enough, and the rebel did not cut down Nan Yuntian's body, and his movements were not as terrifying as his screams. The machete was already attached to his waist like a shadow.
Hearing the rebel's shrill scream and the sound of his own bones breaking, his upper body separated from his body and was cut in half.
With such power, the King of Chu is reborn! People have to admire Nan Yuntian's name "Nan Batian" is well-deserved. Nan Yuntian went on the wrong path, killed and robbed, and embarked on the road of no return, but was spared by Li Guolou and returned to his family.
He has a chance to change his ways. He has a piece of land in the capital, which is worth trading for his wealth and life. Nan Yuntian's life has long been sold to Li Guolou. Today, he will use his loyalty and blood to wash away the shame of the past.
Let the disciples be proud of having such a master again.
Nan Yuntian roared loudly, and blood splashed, sweeping down a large area. Those who stood in my way died, and those who touched me died. Nan Yuntian was unstoppable and rushed into the rebels, sweeping away all living creatures. The beard on his chin fluttered, adding to his power.
The momentum seems to make people see the power of Guan Yun who has surpassed five levels and killed six generals.
The rebels did not expect that Nan Yuntian could use such a tyrannical sword technique. The crowd suddenly became agitated. Some people did not dare to charge forward, and they did not understand how the person in front of them could use such a terrifying sword technique.
Several sharp arrows were shot towards Nanyuntian, but when they heard the "bang" sound of the bow string, the arrows were as fast as lightning, and they were imminent.
Nan Yuntian couldn't help but grunted, and was hit by an arrow in the shoulder. Red light burst out, and blood soaked his robe. He used his remaining strength to push back the enemy, but he could no longer hold the machete in his hand, and it fell to the ground with a clang.
There was a commotion among the militia members behind them. Everyone rushed to protect Nan Yuntian and surrounded Nan Yuntian with a small battle formation.
"Master, you're okay!" The tall Duan Muchun took the lead in blocking Master Nan Yuntian, using the shield in his hand to block the flying arrows.
"It's okay! I was bitten by a mosquito." Nan Yuntian grinned. He sat on the grass and bandaged the wound. He could kill enemies with a knife in one hand. He didn't want to become a waste.
"Master, rest for a while and watch your disciple avenge you." The tenth disciple, Xiao Bangzi, lay down skillfully, holding a round shield and a broadsword. He rolled forward and jumped forward, breaking away from the battle formation. It is a habit among Jianghu people.
If they don’t change, they are all people who like to fight alone.
The little Bangzi man rolled on the ground, swung his big knife and chopped off the rebels' feet. He screamed repeatedly, and the five rebels who didn't look at their feet were accidentally hit. The little Bangzi used a cunning move and slashed their ankles.
One of the rebels had one foot chopped off, and five rebels fell to the ground.
The rebels swarmed up and stepped on the fallen people. No one stopped to help their companions. Xiao Bangzi was very clever. When he saw that something was wrong, there were too many rebels, he hurriedly turned around and ran back to the original battlefield.
In the array.
Killing in a battle formation requires cooperation. The militia members in front hold shields and swords to clear the way to protect the people behind them. The militia members behind them follow the drill routine and slash the enemies with their swords from the gaps in the shields. This is a cold weapon and a hot weapon.
In the changing era, the brave kung fu masters have a place on the battlefield. Those who fight on the front line of the battlefield will practice martial arts to strengthen their bodies.
These militia members usually practice martial arts all day long, practicing formations to kill the enemy. Although the rebels in front of them are fighting desperately, they are fighting indiscriminately and do not form a decent battle formation. The two sides who collided and strangled looked like
They were all killing each other, but the killing efficiency was incomparable. The rebels fell one by one, but the number of militia members did not decrease. The militia members kept moving forward at a steady pace, and the battle formation of more than 60 people gathered together in a moment.
After a while, it turned into more than a dozen small battle formations, spreading out to kill the enemy. From a dozen steps in front of the ravine, they slowly advanced. There were corpses of rebels along the way. The rebels were stunned.
Taking one step beyond the thunder pool, they were already fifty meters away.
Don't underestimate the distance of fifty steps. This is enough for the more than thirty officers and soldiers hiding in the ravine to calm down, load their bullets, aim and shoot a murderous bullet.
"Boom, boom, boom!" Smoke rose from the ravine, and rows of bullets were fired at the rebels in the distance. The rebels always fell, charging fearlessly, but there was a line in Yunmeng Mountain just around the corner.
An unbridgeable gap.
The roar of artillery in the distance is even more frightening, and the figures of militia members holding high the "Snow Mountain Lion Flag" have appeared at the north entrance of Balizhuang Village, which makes people even more powerful.
"Warriors of the Qing Dynasty, our team is here, hold on!" Ai Hai saw the "Snow Mountain Lion Flag" flying in the air. He was so excited that tears filled his eyes, and he loudly encouraged his comrades beside him.
"Our team is here!" the officers and soldiers of the Qing Dynasty hiding in the ravine shouted together, cheering for the militia members. The officers and soldiers took it for granted that they were the main team members, shot and killed the enemy a hundred steps away, showing their ability to be superior to others.
, so that they cannot rush out of the trenches casually.
After Hokage Kaedan bandaged the wound on his arm, he watched thousands of villagers rushing to kill him. Time is life, and there were officers and soldiers in front and behind him. He didn't have much time left. It was becoming more and more difficult to rush out, which would make "
"Magical power", the Hokage's plan came to mind.
"Brothers and sisters, please leave me alone and come with me!" Hokage Hua Dandan ordered his twenty female escorts to advance towards the enemy's artillery fire.
"Yes!" Twenty women charged forward without hesitation. The last batch of White Lotus cultists who escaped from Balizhuang were also sent by the Hokage to rush forward together, making sure to open the escape door.
Looking at the killings in front of them, the militia members were killing people like demons, as simple as chopping melons and vegetables, and their heads fell to the ground one by one. Some villagers couldn't eat anymore, and they realized that drinking the talisman water was of no use, and they had been deceived.
Some timid villagers were unwilling to charge forward. Regardless of whether they were shot or not, they fell to the ground and pretended to be dead. With a crash, a large group of people fell down automatically, lying on the ground and refusing to move.
Some villagers were still shouting: "Sanmaozi, lie down quickly, bullets don't have eyes, those officers and soldiers are killing people like crazy, we are ordinary people, we don't have to commit suicide."
The young Sanmaozi turned his head hesitantly. The "Snow Mountain Lion Flag" came closer from a distance. He suddenly realized that he was a villager who was coerced by the White Lotus Cult. Why didn't he plant the land properly?
"Villages of Balizhuang, don't listen to the Hokage, he is a devil! The Hokage has deceived us, we are loyal to Emperor Tongzhi!" shouted an aunt who had recovered her senses and regained her humanity.
"Yes! We are loyal to Emperor Tongzhi." A voice came out in response. Seeing the brutal killings of the militia members made people regain their rationality.
At this time, the villagers of Balizhuang regained their humanity and stopped charging forward. They fell to the ground one by one, unwilling to do the work of blocking bullets. No one believed the nonsense about "invulnerability" and "invincibility". They thought of dying beside them.
The cries of relatives could be heard on the battlefield, and the strange scene made people feel like they were in another world.
The villagers of Balizhuang suddenly woke up. At least three to four hundred people were lying on the ground, which changed the situation on the battlefield. The rebels around the fifty-odd militia members who were originally in danger were suddenly at a disadvantage, and there were not enough rebels to fight.
Although one hundred people are still fighting one against two, the officers and soldiers know that the scale of victory is already in their hands.
How could you miss the opportunity to receive awards for your meritorious service? Ai Hai waved his hand and said loudly: "Qing warriors, fix your bayonets and charge!"
A bugler raised the bugle and blew the horn of charge, "tick, tick, tick, tick!" The inspiring horn sound made people's blood boil.
"Kill, kill, kill!" More than thirty officers and soldiers in the ravine skillfully installed bayonets on the barrels of their guns, crossed the ravine, and rushed towards a group of rebels who were struggling to their death. They were the warriors of the Qing Dynasty, the bravest.
A man is a loyal and unparalleled warrior who dares to confront the enemy with a bayonet.
Gao Yaowun held two grenades with burning fuses in his hands and shouted: "Boss! Look at me!" As he spoke, Gao Yaowun threw the two grenades into the rebels, and there was a loud "rumbling" sound.
There was a sound and thick smoke rose.
Li Guolou was frightened. The two grenades passed over his head. His first reaction was to lie on the ground, throw away the weapons in his hands, and cover his ears. He secretly cursed: Gao Yao Wuyun is not mature enough.
He was a white-eyed wolf who refused to attack when the situation was most dangerous. Now he was throwing a grenade blindly, which almost killed him.
"Boss, you're okay." Gao Yaowun pretended to be concerned and walked to Li Guolou's side, patting off the dirt and some scraps of meat from Li Guolou's body.
Li Guolou's head was a little dizzy. He shook it a few times and yelled angrily: "Gao Yao is the leader, who can throw grenades like you? Kill the enemy for me!"
"Strike!" Gao Yaowun stood up and charged forward with a big knife. She was the key to deciding the outcome. Two grenades changed the situation of the battle. The frightened rebel bandits died! Gao Yaowun jumped in the air.
, a bright light flashed, and a human head flew three feet away.
"Surrender and avoid death!" the officers and soldiers took the lead in shouting, destroying the last bit of morale of the rebels.
On the battlefield, the "Snow Mountain Lion Flag" was fluttering in the wind, and four or five military flags were swimming. The situation of catching turtles in the urn was already established. The rebels were shaken. Some rebels knelt on the ground and surrendered with weapons raised high. Some rebels were unwilling to give in.
He rushed towards the officers and soldiers, but before he could get within ten steps of them, he was hit by a volley of gunfire.
The defeat of the White Lotus Sect is irreversible. Even the most loyal and unyielding White Lotus Sect members know the outcome, but they will not put down their weapons and attack the officers and soldiers like moths to the flame.
Li Guolou looked at dozens of White Lotus believers. Although their actions were like moths flying into flames and seeking their own destruction, they were knocked to the ground by bursts of gunfire. They were piled together and shared life and death, which proved that they meant what they said and dared to break through.
In the old world, they were called warriors. Looking at the vast wilderness, the smoke of gunpowder had not cleared away, the blood was spilled on the ground, and the morning light reflected everything red.
There are so many people rebelling in a small village. The Qing Empire is too dark. The unfair world is like the Bastille, which will eventually be smashed. Where will he be? Is he a loyal and patriotic person, or is he this
Gravedigger of a decadent dynasty?
Li Guolou stood blankly on the slope, his mind drifting into the distance, feeling sad for the people, and tears flowed down. So many people died, many of them innocent people. He was so ambitious and accomplished in one battle.
How many corpses will you step over to climb up?
Li Guolou wiped his eyes, walked down the green grass, and stood tall and proud in front of the kneeling rebels. The capital of pride is to step on the corpse of the enemy. With so many subordinates who are determined to follow each other to the death, it is enough to fight in this dark place.
A foothold in society. His beliefs have not changed, his ideals have not changed, and his resolute face is as angular as a cliff.