Chapter 66 Blood vs. Blood, Teeth vs. Teeth

Dorigi ran over excitedly. When the distance was almost the same, he pretended to be very majestic, raised the long sword in his hand high, and shouted in a stiff and weird tone: "Baron, come on, baron, offer treasure."

Based on past experience, at this time, these cowardly Han people rushed to pile up gold and silver in front of Dorigi, and then kowtowed like pounding garlic to pray for mercy. As for whether they could spare their lives, it depends on the mood of the Manchu master.

The coat behind Dorigi quickly untied the basket and prepared to load the property.

What people unexpectedly thought was that the Han people were still busy with their own affairs as if they had not seen them. Just as Dorigi was about to shout again, hundreds of mighty men holding iron forks suddenly popped up opposite him.

"Good man, the best slave..." Dorigi, who was greedy and thought to himself, praised him suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Some flag cows had already reacted and raised their swords and guns to show the blood to these Han people. These Han people were very timid and were more docile than old sheep when they saw the blood.

The Han people suddenly threw many thick and long objects over, and there were burning drug leads on the objects.

Iron cucumbers are much rougher and heavier than later grenades. More than a hundred such things are smashed down on the head and face. You can imagine the situation.

Although some of the flag directors who had been on the battle formation had never seen this strange iron cucumber, they were quite aware of it. They knew the danger of this thing from the sizzling lead: "It's fire thunder..."

"Boom" and "Boom" explosions have already been heard one after another, smoke and dust have risen for a long time, and the splashing tiny projectiles shot into Qiding's body without heavy armor protection.

The lethality and killing range of iron cucumber are far from comparable to the common fire thunder at that time, especially the projectiles that splashed around after the explosion, which was simply the most cruel nightmare.

Due to the backward production process of gunpowder, unless it is hit by a projectile, it will not have a fatal effect. However, for flag dogs without heavy armor protection, it is still more than enough to completely lose their combat effectiveness.

In just one round of throwing, the number of flags that were not large immediately dropped half of them.

Countless tiny holes were inlaid and embedded, and each hole was bleeding out. The blasted flag blood gourd rolled on the ground like a gourd, but they could not die unless their blood was dry...

Even at the level of the God of Death at that time, some remaining flag dicks were immediately confused. When they saw the men holding iron forks gathered around, they realized that they were already the prey of these people.

The fear erupted in an instant, and Qi Ding ran away without thinking, and the entire slave team immediately scattered.

Compared with the fear and distraction of the flag dean, the coat slaves seemed to be calmer. They rushed up to hold their injured masters back and some even picked up the weapons discarded by the flag dean to prepare to fight against the dead army.

"Go to die."

The thorn of the iron fork is always the purest attack, leaving no room for yourself and the enemy. Unless the opponent has heavy armor, one side will inevitably die, either the enemy, or himself.

The bloodthirsty suicide attack is always the essence of the training of the Death Army, and has formed a conditioned reflex-like instinct.

Faced with such crazy attacks, even the most elite Eight Banners armored soldiers would be distorted. The coated slaves who had no armor protection and lacked weapons could only be slaughtered.

The coat in front of him was penetrated in one go. The fierce Ding Yizhen threw the coat on the fork out with a sky-high roar...

Compared with Ding Yi's ferocity, the silent Lu Jian seemed much more mechanical. He stabbed according to the training process without any distortion, and even the pace of progress seemed so dogmatic, just like a stab training.

Although this action seems numb and mechanical and lacks the momentum that shakes the sky and the earth, the effect is obviously much stronger...

"Okay, good slave," Dorigi had several bullets embedded in his waist, either because of injuries or purely because of fear, and even his strength to stand was lost. He could only be dragged backwards and retreated, and his words were crying: "I'll give you... I'll give you... don't leave me..."

Seeing those brave coats being knocked down by men holding forks in the blink of an eye, Dorigi was even more afraid and kept crying: "Don't let go of me,... I'll carry your place..."

Perhaps Dorigi's reward really worked. The three coats dragged Dorigi out for more than fifty steps and were about to turn around.

"call out"

The Baoyun slave who had just bravely protected the Lord immediately paused.

Dogili looked up, but saw a fishtail arrow with a wide blade entering from the back of his head, coming out of his mouth, and shot through the coated head. Most of the arrow poles protruded from his mouth, and the warm and hot blood fell on Dogi's face.

"My Buddha..." Dorigi often tortures and kills Han people, and often uses outrageous perverts to abuse and harm Han women. When it is really about to reach the critical moment of life and death, he is as timid as a mouse. It seems that an arrow shot into his own head and penetrates through his own mouth. He holds his mouth desperately, and he can't speak anymore.

Another bowstring sounded.

The fishtail arrow penetrated the coated chest directly from the back. The huge inertia did not fade, and he paused forward with the still screaming Cowhide and Dorigi.

Dorigi was really scared. He hugged the only remaining coat like he hugged his own father. He opened his mouth wide like a fish in the water and panted wildly: "Don't... leave..."

The only remaining Baoyi around him had no loyalty anymore. He kicked Dorigi away and turned around and ran away.

Where can I run out?

There were two hundred small bows in front of me, all of which were full of strings and waiting for a fish that had escaped the net to come and die.

Dorigi, who was half lying on the ground, moved like a dog and didn't dare to move. He could only shout wildly: "I surrender, I surrender, don't kill me... Grandpas, don't kill me..."

"It's okay to fight, it's not a big deal to see such a battle." The old charlatan Wei Wuya shook the broken fan that never leaves her body, trying hard to do something as if she were a god.

The flag dean has no team type or military equipment, and all the weapons are not enough to arm half of the people, because Baoyi does not possess weapons. In this way, even the army is not an enemy, and the final outcome is something that everyone can expect.

What a combat power the army to die is, such an opponent is not a piece of cake.

Therefore, the villagers can calmly raise water and fire so that the soldiers after the fight can eat in time.

Seeing that the army to die was gathering the prisoners to check the battlefield and was about to end the battle, the prince who was watching the ceremony (war) could not help but exclaim: "It was indeed a magic weapon."

Princess Changping, who watched the ceremony with the prince, smiled slightly: "Such soldiers fight with their lives and fight bravely, and the restoration of the Ming Dynasty is just around the corner. At that time, Li Xiaodian will leave his name Lingyan and his achievements will last for thousands of years."

Such a clean and neat battle without even delaying the meal time really opened the eyes of these originally nervous academic officials of the East Palace. Praise is indispensable, and it is nothing more than clichés such as "the soldiers are loyal and brave."

As a military supervisor, Yang Tinglin knew that such a battle could not reflect the true combat power of the army to die. He also participated in the bloody battle of the Manchurian heavy cavalry. However, the military supervisor who was such an army did make people shine: "The army to die was trained by Li Xiaodian. The combat power was not just that. Now that the military equipment has been further improved, he is actually the leader of a strong soldier..."

Li Si did not have time to fight these people. There was still a lot of things to do after the war, so the first thing to consider was of course to deal with prisoners of war.

What else can I say about these flags and coats?

"Kill, no one will be left."
Chapter completed!