After firing a few rounds of arrows, even though the white-armored soldiers were all elites in the Qing army, they couldn't help but breathe. This period of time was long, but in fact it was only a moment. In such a short time, almost everyone felt a little relieved.

Since he joined the army, Malgen has experienced countless battle formations. He even participated in the massacre of the city once, but he has never killed so many people in such a short time.

At this time, countless corpses were lying under the corner of the hall, and it would not be exaggerated to describe them as blood-flowing pestle. Although Morgen was so tired that his hands and feet were numb, he couldn't help but shout loudly when he looked at the corpses below:

"If you are not afraid of death, come here!"

The white armor also shouted loudly with his superiors: "If you are not afraid of death, come!"

As a result, these heroes are really not afraid of death!

Before Morgen finished speaking, a large group of people were scattered and crawled over again with their hands and feet.

Yes, it was climbing over. Just because there were too many corpses under the corner of the hall, they stepped on their feet and were soft and unforced, and they could no longer charge as they usually did. As a result, the heroes actually bent down and crawled over with their hands and feet.

Morgen was shocked. These heroes were blind. Can't you see the fate of those people rushing up before?

You should know that even on the battlefield, there is usually no annihilation battle. Generally, if you kill the brave men who charge, the rest will be dispersed.

Like this, all the soldiers who took the lead in the charge were wiped out on the spot, and no one could escape alive. It can be said that Malgan had never encountered any war after fighting for so many years.

However, even so tragic, they did not scare these heroes away.

Morgen shouted fiercely: "Brothers, draw the sword!" He threw down the long bow and pulled out the long sword worn around his waist.

Morgen is a general who is fighting for a hundred battles and knows that sometimes the battle depends on one breath. Often, both sides are exhausted and courageous in the end. At this time, the competition is about who can persevere better.

Sometimes, as long as you persist for a while, the other party may not be able to withstand casualties, and the entire army collapses in the next moment. Malgen has also seen some similar scenes.

Although the arrows are gone now, it would be a big mistake to think that the White-Armored Bayalas are just riding and shooting.

Take him as an example. When he was very young, he followed his father and brother to hunt tiger and bears in the mountains. When he grew up, he had experienced countless battle formations, which could be said to be a lifelong battle. How could he be afraid of hand-to-hand combat?

After hearing Morgen's shouting, the other soldiers also imitated Morgen's appearance, threw out the bow and arrow, pulled out the sharp blades they carried with them and went forward to meet the enemy.

If you want to say that these white-armored soldiers are indeed powerful, although they have been pulling bows and shooting arrows for several consecutive rounds, they are now so tired that they are even breathing evenly, but the offense and defense are still well organized.

The heroes who rushed up seemed fierce, but in fact they were so poor in melee combat. They were simply a routine of fighting in the market. The white-armored soldiers wore heavy armor. Even if they couldn't handle it sometimes, they would be blocked by heavy armor occasionally after being hit by one or two times, which was not fatal.

On the other hand, these thin-dressed heroes were not so lucky. The flesh and blood body without any defense was under the sharp blade, the broken limbs and arms were broken, and the belly was broken and the intestines were penetrated. For a moment, a thick layer of the corpses of the heroes were left on the ground.

Morgen wiped the blood from his face and roared to the sky, "If you have the courage, you will come again!"

The other white-armored soldiers were just panting, but no longer shouting with Morgen. Their chests were as undulating as if they had opened the bellows, and they all lowered their heads to think:

"Bless the five great immortals at the entrance of the hall, don't rush up again. Even if you want to rush over again, at least wait until we take a breath.

These heroes are really weird. Even if they die in vain, they need to organize and mobilize them at least.

There are not a thousand or eight hundred heroes killed here today. It cannot be said that all the heroes on this platform are the legendary Spring and Autumn Death. If you commit suicide, you will be righteous, and you will be ready to die as if you are home.”

Of course, these white-armored soldiers would never have thought that three hundred years later, a great scholar in the West left a famous saying:

“It is often when you have a bad premonition, things will slide to the worst side of your premonition.”

Just like the worst situation imagined by the white-armored soldiers, these heroes did not believe in evil and were not afraid of death. This time, they rushed up again without even giving time to breathe.

Mo Jiu had already seen something wrong afterwards, but unfortunately, behind him was the main entrance of the main hall of the Supervisor's Mansion. Now the main entrance was locked tightly, and Mo Jiu hit him a few times without breaking it open. There were even a dense crowd of heroes under the steps. Even if Mo Jiu wanted to escape in the face of the battle, he had no way to escape.

Fortunately, the white-armored soldiers had strong combat power. As long as the heroes who climbed the steps of the hall were killed by random swords in less than a moment.

But it is hard to say how long the white-armored soldiers can hold on like this. The heroes are like waves, one after another, and endless.

The current situation is like a person waving his knife at the waves. No matter how many waves are broken, the next big wave will come as scheduled.

The problem is that no matter how brave the elite is, the physical strength should be limited. Once the physical strength is exhausted... I am afraid that the defeat will be in front of you.

Sure enough, as Mo Jiu was worried, the white-armored soldiers persisted for a while before the first casualties occurred.

...

Tabitu is a famous warrior in Zhengbai Banner. His swordsmanship and martial arts are also experienced in battle formations. If you take them out alone, you can say that you will not lose to any of your subordinates.

Today, Tabitu made the most effort, cutting down four or five heroes who wanted to climb the steps of the hall one after another. Although he was already exhausted, Tabitu firmly believed that even if he killed four or five more people, he would be no problem at all.

However, what he did not expect was that even if others could hold on for a while, the knife in his hand was no longer as sharp as it was at the beginning.

When a hero rushed over to him, he would slash as usual. If it were normal for such a powerful slash, the opponent would definitely be cut into two pieces by this move.

But now the knife made a "stop" sound. The blade was stuck heavily in the hero's shoulder blade.

Tabitu stepped on the other party's body with his feet and pulled it out twice in a row, but he didn't pull the knife out of the hero's shoulder blade.

And just in this slightest, another hero who had already fallen to the ground suddenly hugged Tabitu's legs and rolled out. Tabitu was caught off guard and fell out of the formation as soon as he fell.

During the chaos, I am most afraid of two things.

The first is to be afraid of leaving the original formation. If there are enemies on all sides and no support on the back, even if the overlord is reborn and Lu Bu is reborn, he will be stabbed to death by the swords and guns stabbed from all over the place.

The second thing is that the lower plate is unstable. Once the lower plate is unstable, you will fall to the ground. Either you are killed by the enemy or you are struck by the rioters to death.

At this time, the two taboos of Tabitu take up all the best, so it is naturally unreasonable.

As soon as his body fell to the ground, he was dragged away by the heroes. The blades around him were scattered and he disappeared in an instant.

The Qing army was known to have been in the world for fifty years and had never lost a single white-armored soldier on the battlefield. Although this sentence is a bit exaggerated, it can also show the preciousness of the white-armored soldier.

When Morgen saw Tabitu falling to the ground and died, his heart was burned. He slashed several times and wanted to snatch Tabitu's body back. Unfortunately, he was surrounded by the heroes and was useless at all.

At this time, more and more heroes rushed up, and several white-armored soldiers fell seriously injured one after another. Seeing that things were no longer possible, Molgen shouted as the white-armored soldiers broke through and retreated.

On the battlefield, the biggest casualties that really cause are often not in the face of confrontation, but are the most dangerous when turning around and running away. Everyone leaves their backs to the enemy, trying to outperform their friendly forces.

At this time, the enemy's tail-up chases the enemy, and they can harvest a large number of people without spending much effort.

The white-armored soldiers used to play the role of chasing, and even rode alone on horseback and drove hundreds of people to chase them. Unexpectedly, today they switched roles and became the side that was defeated and fled.

Although the white-armored soldiers were the most elite troops of the Qing army, people would be afraid. They were still unaware of it when they were united in the enemy, and they still had the response to advance and retreat. But the moment when the Lord General Morgen ordered a breakout, the fear of death hit his heart.

The morale that had been strong just now suddenly subsided. Everyone was ruthless and no longer cared about the enemy in front of them. They ran to the left passage next to the hall desperately.

But they ignored one thing. Because of the expansion of the main hall of the Supervisor's Office, the two passages next to them were extremely narrow, only about three feet wide. In a hurry, it was not so easy to withdraw.

At this time, everyone tried their best to push forward, trying to break out of the passage as soon as possible. However, this passage, which is only about three feet wide, is still a bit crowded even when there is nothing to do.

Now between life and death, everyone is thinking of escaping from the sky as soon as possible. In the moment, the entrance of the passage was blocked and the white-armored soldiers were immediately squeezed into a group and could not move.

The heroes naturally would not miss this opportunity, and they slashed at the white-armored soldiers who were exposed in the air with swords. After a while, more than a dozen white-armored soldiers fell into a pool of blood.

When Mo Jiu heard the order to break through, he did not follow him and rushed to the narrow passage on the left side of the hall. Anyway, he stayed in front of the hall and surrounded several white-armored soldiers who were seriously injured and inconvenient to form a formation to cover the large army to break through.

It’s not that Mo Jiu is loyal and brave enough to sacrifice himself for the Qing Dynasty. It’s just that when the white-armored soldiers were still facing the enemy, he stood behind the formation and observed the paths that could escape countless times.

In front of the hall, looking around, there are many dark enemies. There must be no chance to rush out from the front.

If you walk through the passages on both sides of the hall, there will be heroes who are not afraid of death around you. Once you leave the formation, you may not be able to break up to the passage before you can reach the distance.

Leaving the original formation is a death, but there is no good result if you stick to it. Even if Morgen ordered a breakthrough, more than a hundred people worked together to rush towards the already narrow passage, and the way of life became a dead end.

Mo Jiu is thin and has a small figure. Because of his personal talent, no matter how hard he practices riding and shooting skills, he will never go up or down.

The biggest reason why he was selected into Geng Zhongming's personal military camp and became a sentry officer was that he had survived many battles but failed to die.

All the veterans who met the requirements died, so it was Mo Jiu's turn to take over. The biggest magic weapon he had after a lot of battles was that the more he was in a desperate situation, the more calm he felt.

When the first white-armored soldiers Tabitu fell, the heroes rushed to drag Tabitu's body away. The other white-armored soldiers saw that Tabitu's body was dragged out of the formation, and their eyes were red, thinking that the heroes would have their heads cut off.

But Mo Jiu could see clearly behind the formation. These heroes were not interested in Tabitu's head at all. Instead, they put their hands on them and stripped Tabitu's armor and weapons cleanly, and did not let go of the ring on their hands and the golden ring on their ears.

There were even a few heroes who moved their knife because of fighting for Tabitu's armor. This made Mo Jiu feel too confused.

In theory, if you attack your swords because of the scramble for seizing property and friendly forces, even if you are the least bandit, you will be strictly prohibited.

But no matter how many heroes cut each other, the heroes around seemed to have not seen it. They fought and charged with the white-armored soldiers as usual, and they did not take it seriously before the battle formation.

Is this the Spring and Autumn Dead Soldier who was so brave that he was fearless and sacrificed his life for justice and rushed forward in the battle? Even the idle military gangsters on the streets were not as good as the idle men on the street!

What puzzled Mo Jiu even more was that although the armor equipment of the white-armored soldiers was rare, whether it was Dashun or Daming, this head was the most valuable.

You should know that both the Ming army and the Shun army have always had the tradition of using the head to calculate merit. The head of a real enemy is priceless and represents outstanding military merits and wealth. Not to mention the head of a white-armored soldier.

But these heroes were not interested in the head at all. When the equipment on Tabitu's corpse was stripped completely, no one would pay attention to the corpse again.

There were thousands of heroes present, who could draw swords for a piece of armor and chop each other in front of everyone. However, no one wanted to cut a head on the ground.

This made Mo Jiu suddenly have an idea: "Does these heroes have no interest in the head level, but they just want to grab equipment. For some equipment, they can even ignore their lives?"

Looking at these heroes who were still desperate and charged towards the white-armored soldiers, Mo Jiu suddenly remembered a mad dog he met when he was young.

That year, Shandong was drought severely, and Mo Jiu, who was only a teenager, fled with a group of people. The grassroots and tree bark were eaten clean along the way. Mo Jiu was so hungry that he leaned against the broken wall of a village and waited for death.

Among the people who escaped from famine together, there was a kind-hearted person who saved half a piece of cake to help Mo Jiu's life. But before Mo Jiu could eat it, he didn't know where in the village, and suddenly a mad dog jumped out, even with Mo Jiu's hand, biting it hard.

In the year of a severe drought, although it is half a piece of cake, it represents a life. Mo Jiu was unable to let go of the cake in his hand by a mad dog.

The hungry people next to him saw a mad dog hurt people, so they hurried to drive away the dog, but no matter how the dog kicked and beat it, they would not let go. In the end, everyone had to find a wooden stick and beat the mad dog to death.

The dog's head was pounded until it was smashed and the mouth that bit the cake did not release it for more than half. To this day, Mo Jiu still has scars on his hands that were torn by the mad dog at that time.

Later, some people said that the other dog was not actually a mad dog. He was so hungry that he came out to grab the cake. If Mo Jiu had thrown the cake at that time, the dog might not have hurt anyone.

Mo Jiu has always remembered this childhood story fresh. Now, the heroes in front of him reminded Mo Jiu of the hungry dog ​​he met in his childhood.

"If I throw the pancake, will I not bite me..." A strange thought suddenly appeared in Mo Jiu's mind.

At this time, Morgen and others had been forced into a desperate situation by the heroes, and there was no time to let Mo Jiu think carefully.

So Mo Jiu threw the knife away, turned around and took off his armor and threw it away. He was afraid that he would be missed by others. He took off all the cotton coats, cotton pants, and boots inside and threw them out.

Finally, I was bare-shirted on my upper body, and only had a pair of underwear left on my lower body. I covered my chest and slowly lay in the middle of the corpse. I also drowned some blood on the ground and wiped it a few handfuls on my body.

Mo Jiu did something like pretending to be dead on the battlefield. The Qing army did not judge the merits based on the head. Although he would occasionally collect heads to make Jingguan, he did not do this every time.

But after the Qing Dynasty, it was different. The Ming army calculated military merits based on how many heads were cut. This big head had a rat tail with a big rat on its tail. That was a white silver.

Whether it is the Eight Banners Han Army or the Eight Banners Qing Army, as long as they are holding the rat tail of a money, the one lying on the ground is not a corpse, but a pile of silver. If you dare to fall to the ground and pretend to be dead, your head will be cut off in an instant. From a fake death to a real death.

Mo Jiu had never used the skill of pretending to be dead for more than 10 years. Now he used it again and found that it was still not stagnant. The heroes did not deal with the backbone and covered Mo Jiu's chest and slowly fell down, and they all fought for the equipment thrown by Mo Jiu.

Mo Jiu was overjoyed when he saw this and thought that his plan to pretend to be dead was completed. He narrowed his eyes slightly and observed the movements on the battlefield.
Chapter completed!