Fifty thousand people ran towards you like crazy, and each of them was holding swords, guns, swords and rods. The impact force was no less than when you looked back at the beach, and the huge waves of a hundred meters rushed towards you.

These are these soldiers. If they were really ordinary people, they would have turned around and ran away long ago, and they ran faster than those Korean soldiers.

But these soldiers could not escape, and they still had to garrison here. They were soldiers, and soldiers had long put life and death aside.

bring it on!

I’ve fought with you!

The soldiers of the Second Battalion pursed their lips, pressed their tongues against the upper palate, grabbed the butt with one hand and held the guardrail with the other, put their fingers on the trigger, and waited quietly, as they were waiting for a signal to rob.

"Three hundred meters! It's up!"

After hearing the news from San Hundred Miles, everyone made a shoulder-selling action.

"beat!"

With Mao Chengzuo's order, the three-round shooting began immediately. No one would say anything about aiming or something. Just aim at the front and fire.

There are all people in front of them. Even if you fire a gun in the sky, you may hit someone if the bullet falls.

After a shot, these soldiers squatted on the ground and then loaded the bullets at the fastest speed. The speed simply broke through the limit and could be comparable to the hand speed of being single for decades. Now they want speed. Using their strength to shoot out their ammunition is the best way to kill the enemy.

I saw that the soldiers of the Second Battalion were really going crazy, holding their breath to load ammunition, fearing that they would slow down a little because of one breath.

The Goryeo soldiers rushing forward fell one by one, but even so, they couldn't stop because the people behind were lowered by the last soldiers by Jiannu on their backs, and anyone who ran slower would be stabbed to death.

So the back pushed the front and ran, and the front had to rush forward.

Although Mao Chengzuo's firepower is dense, there is really no good idea compared to the thick density.

The Apocalypse II rifle had good penetration power, and the projectile even penetrated two layers of flesh directly. The Goryeo soldiers suffered great casualties every step forward, so they grabbed the corpse in front of them as a shield and pushed forward, which directly reduced the damage of the musket to a minimum.

The tactics of the sea of ​​people are so terrifying.

Although the second battalion was as fast as a phantom, it was shooting so fast that it almost wiped out all the physical strength they gave.

But facing this whole population, they don’t have many ways.

Although this place is narrow and can only pass by a few hundred people at one time, it also hits the meat, and the meat shield is really strong.

"Smack it!"

The soldiers of the Second Battalion were still shooting hard, but it was obvious that their outbreak was gradually sluggish and their firing rate began to slow down.

"There are too many camp seats, and we really can't do it!"

"There is insufficient ammunition for the camp, and I still have a base number left!"

"I have less than sixty left!"

"I have less than seventy more!"

Although the ammunition was replenished, most of the ballistics were lost in the collapse, and the number of ammunition was not much. With the rapid fire just now, their ammunition began to drop rapidly, and it was about to reach a critical value of the base.

What to do! This is the biggest problem he will face at this time.

But he couldn't help but think about it, because the enemy had already rushed to the cordon line of 100 meters.

Eighty meters!

It's eighty meters!

Mao Chengzuo looked ahead with a shock.

Because eighty meters is the cordon that he and Geng Zhongming agreed upon, once the enemy reaches eighty meters, they must retreat quickly and return to the large army without looking back.

Now that it has arrived, that...

Before he could give the order, the soldiers of the Second Battalion stopped by themselves, because the soldiers of the Third Battalion had already rushed down from the high ground on both sides, and they wanted to use their lives to buy time for the Second Battalion.

"Brothers! It's time for us to go! The Ming Dynasty is victorious!"

"Kill!"

Geng Zhongming held the sword in both hands and rushed towards the enemy with the lead.

"Kill! The brothers in the second camp remember to avenge us!"

"kill!"

On the macro field, the soldiers of the third battalion were like a small sampan attacking the huge waves. Although they were weak, their courage shook the world.

"Kill!" Geng Zhongming slashed violently, like Mount Tai pressing the top of a Goryeo soldier.

"Ah!" The soldiers of the third battalion blocked the advance of the Goryeo soldiers without fear of death, just like a miracle, a small sampan blocking the huge waves.

This huge wave continued to hit the insignificant small sampan in a frustration. I was overestimating my ability, and I could crush you with just one finger!

Mao Chengzuo burst into tears, and the soldiers of the entire Second Battalion were also filled with tears. It was the comrades from the Third Battalion who gave them a chance with their lives.

"Retreat!" Mao Chengzuo waved his hand and turned around and evacuated with the soldiers of the Second Battalion. He turned back and fought hard in the third battalion. Geng Zhongming's eyes were facing him, and the eyes were full of concerns about him.

Several knives slashed Geng Zhongming's body. Although he did not break through his armor, the impact also made him feel the blood rushing and a sweet taste surged into his throat, and a stream of blood flowed down from the corner of his mouth.

The knife pressed on his sword, trying to suppress him, Geng Zhongming was extremely dissatisfied and held the handle of the knife with one hand and the other. He used all his strength to push the knife down.

"Go away!" Geng Zhongming did not forget to look back at the Third Battalion, as they saw their backs disappear, and immediately showed a gratified smile. The lives of his people were not in vain.

"Damn it! Death!"

Geng Zhongming lost all his worries and rushed to the enemy with a knife.

Although the soldiers of the third battalion were brave, they reached a desperate situation in the enemy who could not kill them. Seeing that the knife could not be cut through, these Goryeo sticks went up and hugged one, knocked the soldiers of the third battalion to the ground, and then brutally killed them.

In the end, the third battalion was surrounded by this sea of ​​people, and there were still more than a dozen people protecting Geng Zhongming and surrounded by these Goryeo sticks.

After leaving a road in the crowd, Yue Tuo rode a white horse and walked slowly over, as leisurely as if traveling.

"You are a warrior, and you will be my slave!" Yue Tuo looked at Geng Zhongming with a high apex as if he was gifted.

But what responded to him was a mouthful of blood and phlegm.

"Bah! Grandpa, I don't want a slave like you!" Geng Zhongming grinned his teeth and laughed, his teeth covered with blood.

"Hehe! If you don't eat toast, you'll be punished for wine, a bunch of bad bones!"

However, Yue Tuo did not let others do it. He raised an iron-tied bow and pointed it at the soldiers of the third battalion with an arrow.

"Xiao Wu!"

A soldier from the Third Battalion fell down with an arrow that could not dodge.

"My dear, your ancestor!"

"kill!"

The soldiers of the Third Battalion rushed towards Yue.

But a rain of arrows flew over!

"Be careful!"

More than a dozen people willingly blocked the feather arrows for Geng Zhongming, and each of them had no less than ten feather arrows.

At this time, only Geng Zhongming, the Ming army, was left on the battlefield.

"Why do you want to be my slave now?" Yue Tuo asked with a smile.

"I'm my ancestor!" Geng Zhongming grabbed his sword, held the hilt of the knife with both hands and rushed towards Yue Tuo.

I saw that his body was red, and even his eyes turned bloody, like a killing god who had just emerged from hell, scaring the Goryeo sticks backwards.

"kill!"

Faced with Jiannu's gun formation, Geng Zhongming was unable to support himself. More than a dozen spears pierced into his chest, and the gun rod supported his body and could not fall.

The blood in his mouth kept flowing down.

"You don't cherish the opportunity to be my slave. You southern barbarians are all a bunch of bad bones!" Yue Tuo smiled gloomyly. Now he was the winner and he felt that he should enjoy everything.

"Pooh!"

All he had responded to was a mouthful of blood.

Geng Zhongming's mouth of blood seemed to spit out all his vitality. His body was bent with soft legs, but his body did not fall down, but his eyes no longer had their spirits.

Yue Tuo, who was affected by the blood foam, was immediately angry and embarrassed.
Chapter completed!