With a "boom", a shell hit the general's head, blowing him into a pool of blood. The shell exploded in the middle of the crowd, and dozens or hundreds of soldiers affected. Those who were not affected were scared and fled everywhere.

Yi Tusheng fired five shells in a row, blowing the five squads of She Chongming into a sea of ​​fire. The Ming army in the barracks raised their arms and shouted with enthusiasm. The enemy troops of the other ten squads were sad and dared not come forward.

Yi Tusheng saw that there were only fifteen shells left and ordered: "Arrowers, the firearms battalion are ready, I will let them come."

After not firing for a long time, the Daliang Army suddenly came back to life. I don’t know who shouted: “There are no shells, brothers, rush.” The soldiers immediately accelerated and called the sky and the earth to kill the village gate.

"Shoot, shoot arrow!"

"Swoosh swosh swosh swosh swosh", with a series of arrows, rushing to the front of the enemy army, falling down in rows, hitting thousands of vital points. The firearm battalion was powerful at close range, and many Daliang troops were inexplicably beaten to the ground. Someone heard a sound, and his brothers around him died of life, and they were not injured by arrows. They couldn't help but shout, "There is a ghost!"

Suddenly a horn sounded in the enemy formation. The enemy soldiers retreated two hundred steps in an orderly manner, re-formed a defensive formation at the second trench, and surrounded the crossbow and stone generators with swords and spearmen and shield soldiers, preparing to launch a long-distance strike on the village gate.

Yi Tusheng knew that there was something here as soon as he saw the enemy bringing out the crossbow arrow and stone generator, and immediately understood what was going on. He quickly adjusted the muzzle to bombard the opponent's heavy equipment. However, his speed was one step slower after all, and there were too many stone generators from the enemy. Before the cannon was launched, hundreds of huge rocks had fallen from the sky and smashed down. Some soldiers in the camp were immediately "blasted" and died.

Yi Tusheng fired two guns in a row, destroying three or four stone generators, but the enemy showed no sign of retreat. The other hundreds of stone generators still creakingly projected huge rocks, and the gates and tents of Mingying were all hit to varying degrees.

Zhao Rujiao shouted: "Yi Shuai, this is not OK. Let me take people out and destroy his stone-driving machine, otherwise the village gate will be smashed in a while."

Yi Tusheng said: "Give you five thousand men, go and go quickly, don't fight."

"Dong" Yi Tusheng used a cannon to cover the five thousand soldiers and snatched the door. The wind swept the remaining clouds and crossed the three-layer trenches of the ground and came three hundred steps away from the stone generator. The stone generator has a weakness, that is, it cannot strike targets at close range. The enemy camp flags were waving, and light cavalry all the way out of the back team and came to Zhao Rujiao.

Each of the five thousand cavalrymen of Zhao Ruijiao had a bow and arrow in his hand, and the shaft was coated with tinder oil. When he got closer, he suddenly ignited the fire. The rocket flew out and hit the stone generator and crossbow arrow. The wind took advantage of the fire and the fire immediately burned the stone generator. When Zhao Ruijiao saw it, he was happy and set fire to the enemy's formation, but forgot about the tens of thousands of light cavalrymen of the enemy. By the time he wanted to turn around, it was too late, and his entire man was surrounded by the light cavalry of the Daliang Army.

Yi Tusheng looked behind him very nervously. He wanted to fire a cannon but didn't dare to fire it, for fear of hurting his own people by chance. Geng Zhongming said: "The opponent's cavalry is much more than General Zhao, so it's going to be bad now! Why don't you let me save him!"

Yi Tusheng thought for a while and said, "Take five thousand people out, save people and come back quickly, only defeat but not victory." Geng Zhongming thought to himself, it is difficult to win with such a few people.

In a blink of an eye, Zhao Ruijiao fell into the vast sea of ​​the enemy. He had no time to regret his Meng Lang. The enemy had already pressed forward one by one, and could only withdraw his mind and kill him with one knife. The big sword in his hand sometimes turned over like a giant python and sometimes like a black dragon coming out of the cave to kill the Daliang army. He was invincible.

Suddenly, he saw that not far away, the sword was bright and the sword was full of energy. Countless Ming soldiers were cut into two pieces. Zhao Ruijiao pulled the reins and killed them. Through the heavy walls of the earth, he saw a foreign general swaying his sword and ravaging the Ming army. It was the master of Uszang, Belenatai.

At this time, Zhao Rujiao was covered in blood, and the big sword turned into a blood sword, and his physical strength was more than half lost. But how could he see the Ming army brothers stained the battlefield with blood, shouted angrily and rushed over: "Ye, the barbarians from there dare to kill the famous soldiers and see the sword."

Beller's stylist was like a cold executioner. With each knife, two or three Ming Dynasty soldiers were cut off in half like wheat straw. Zhao Ruijiao was so excited. Beller's sensation felt a sharp sword energy. He expected that a master of the Ming army would kill him. The true energy circled in his body for a week, suddenly withdrew the long sabre, sat on the horse and circled it. When he turned around, he saw Zhao Ruijiao. What Zhao Ruijiao saw was a face that was almost dead, and a pair of blood-red and murderous eyes. The death energy in his eyes could scare the timid people to death. But Zhao Ruijiao was very bold.

"Where did the barbarians come from? They dare to slaughter my famous officers and soldiers. What should we do? Look at the knife!" He rushed over, and the sword rushed forward, rushing forward all his skills. The hundred and ten soldiers around him were swept by the waves of raging waves, and they were unable to stand firmly.

"When" the two big swords intersected, Zhao Ruijiao felt his arms sinking, and the big sword almost couldn't hold it, so he threw it out. He immediately understood that the thief's skills were above me. Beller's move succeeded, and he laughed strangely, turned the big sword, and slashed Zhao Ruijiao's head from bottom to top. His big sword was different from the long sabers of ordinary people in the Central Plains. The blade was particularly wide and thick, with sharp blades on both sides, and was as bright as a guillotine. It was terrifying to see it.

Zhao Ru taught a horse to lean over and dodge the knife. He twisted his body and turned into an electric shock. He rotated and rushed towards the opponent's horse with the knife.

Beller's right hand shook, and tens of millions of sword lights were transformed into a sound of ping-pong, blocking Zhao Rujiao's thunderous move back.

Suddenly someone laughed beside him and said, "Brother Biele, don't joke with him. You'd better take him off as soon as possible. I'll help you."

Zhao Lujiao thought to himself: Now it’s over, a barbarian is enough to deal with it, and another one has come. Why haven’t my reinforcements arrived yet?

Before he finished speaking, a dark horse broke out from the slanting thorn, which was dazzlingly fast. When Zhao Rujiao approached, the sword raised, and the blade buzzed, and the tip of the knife seemed to be slashed from outside the universe.

When Beller heard someone helping, he burst into laughter, "Brother Timur, thank you." He tried his best to attack Zhao Ruishu's key points. Zhao Ruishu was dealing with it with all his strength, and he had no more energy to deal with this nearly sneak attack. He thought, this time, he couldn't live anymore, it was just a matter of being able to die with a person like Yi Shuai in this life. Close your eyes and even slash around, he would pull a few people to the back of his back before he died.

"Puff!" With a muffled sound, Zhao Ruijiao felt the pressure in his hand eased, and he wondered. When he opened his eyes, he saw that Tuohuantemuer was covered in blood. He held Beller's head in his hand and smiled at him: "We Chijin Mongolian Guards will not betray the Ming Dynasty, the head is sincerity." He threw the head into Zhao Ruijiao's arms and turned around.
Chapter completed!