Bring the whole war back to Nanming

Chapter 59 Bloody Battle in Yangzhou ([-])
"Hmph! Traitor of the nation!" Fang Xiaobai felt uncomfortable after trying more than a dozen weapons since the cross sword broke, so he chose an equipment card: brass machete.

In the first battle today, I feel quite good. The blade is neither heavy nor light, it is more than sharp, durable and can break through armor. More than a dozen Tartars were killed by the sword.

"Brothers! Our tactics are no tactics! Fuck him!"

The light of the knife flashed away, and the head of the wrapped slave rolled to his feet.The imperial soldiers around were deeply encouraged, and they worked extra hard against the coated slaves.

Several swordsmen formed a shield formation and pushed out the coated servant who had climbed up to the top of the city. The latter was unstable and only had time to let out a cry of surprise before falling down the city wall, bloody and bloody.

Roar!A burly Tartar smashed through the shield wall of the swordsman, reached out and grabbed the iron sword from the swordsman's hand, and chopped it off on the head.

A bloodstain appeared on the swordsman's face from top to bottom. He knelt down slowly, trying to stand up, but finally fell in a pool of blood.

"Haha! Kill!"

The burly Tartar swung his iron sword and knocked down three imperial swordsmen in a row without anyone being able to stop them.More and more Tartars climbed up the city wall, and the scene reappeared yesterday afternoon, but this time the gap was much larger than yesterday.

"Quick! Go up, slob! Go up!"

Tazi Niulu kicked the Tartar's buttocks fiercely.

As if in a chain reaction, more than a dozen battlements on the north gate city wall fell under the onslaught of the Tartars, and the imperial soldiers barely survived with the cooperation of swords and spears.

"Azul back! Indiscriminate attack! Swordsman follow me!"

After clearing away some of the tartars, Fang Xiaobai raised his brass machete and howled loudly to attract the attention of the tartars.

"My lord! The Tartars are coming from over there!"

Fang Xiaobai rushed forward and looked back. Sure enough, dozens of Tatars with machetes chopped down several soldiers and firmly occupied the gap.

Most of the armor-piercing arrows shot by the Avalon sisters were blocked by the corpses of imperial soldiers.The defense line is in jeopardy.

A young militiaman tremblingly said to Fang Xiaobai: "My lord, we can't defend anymore, let's withdraw!"

His words resonated with many soldiers. "Sir, Er Liu is right, the city wall can no longer be defended, let's withdraw!"

"Yes, sir! The green hills are still there, so you don't have to worry about running out of firewood!"

"We can't be those big turbans for the dead!"

Looking at the soldiers who were shaken and unable to fight any more, Fang Xiaobai felt powerless for the first time: "Brothers! Do you see the brothers who are still fighting? We ate in the same pot and in the same tent. After sleeping, you have the heart to watch them die in front of you?! Let me tell you! There are 80 people in Yangzhou behind! We have nowhere to go! Fight back with me!"

The rain of blue arrows passed over their heads and fell into the group of Tartars. Fang Xiaobai single-handedly slashed across the Tartars' chain mail, severed their shoulder blades, sliced ​​through their lungs, spleen and stomach, and cut the Tartars in two.

As soon as the imperial soldiers came into contact with the Tartars, they managed to slash and kill them for a while, but then they fled back one after another with their weapons in their hands, leaving Fang Xiaobai, the general, surrounded by the Tartars.

Depend on!If I had known earlier, I would have rushed without these guys!You sold me!

With a long spear stabbed, Fang Xiaobai kicked the Tartars who were standing in front of him, slashed his saber at the waist, and spun around, forcing the crowd of Tartars back. He successfully joined the imperial soldiers who were blocked in the corner.

"My lord is here! Your lord has not abandoned us!"

The voices of the remnant army were loud. On the battlefield, what makes people most desperate is not defeat or desperation, but that friendly troops are nearby, and they are unwilling to support and abandon them.

Fang Xiaobai wiped off the blood on his face, grinned, and fisted the soldiers: "I am your boss, others can escape, but I can't, or I will regret it for the rest of my life, now! Listen to my orders! Counterattack!"

Taking the lead, he knocked down more than a dozen Tartars. The brass machete was so powerful that it fell, and all weapons that came into contact with it broke and broke.

The tartars were also terrified by the desperate way of fighting. This is no war, as the saying goes, those who are soft are afraid of those who are hard, those who are hard are afraid of being stunned, and those who are stunned are afraid of dying.

Imperial soldiers are the ones who don't die.The Avalon sisters repelled the invading Tartars, gathered their formation again, and fired a salvo in the direction of Fang Xiaobai.

The back was attacked, and more than a hundred Tartars vomited blood before they could do anything, and died of arrows.

When Kuai Dao Liu arrived from the city with a group of old brothers and a thousand imperial swordsmen, the battle on the city wall became fierce. The Tartars wanted to completely wipe out the defenders at the top of the city, but the defenders desperately blocked the Tartars' attack.

With sharp eyes, he quickly found Fang Xiaobai's traces, briefly explained a few words, ordered the imperial swordsmen to support everywhere, and took his old brother to the city wall to kill Fang Xiaobai.

The ancestral Tang knife is fast, accurate, and ruthless, and the knife is deadly. No matter whether it is cloth armor or iron armor, it can defeat the enemy with a single blow.

The deeper you went, the more Tartars there were, and Kuai Dao Liu felt powerless.Suddenly, a familiar scream caught his attention.

The old brother was hit in the chest by a Tatar mace, and his chest collapsed badly. The sternum probably pierced his lungs, and he could no longer breathe.

"Brothers! Back then in Liaodong, we and the Tartars were deadly enemies! We fought and failed repeatedly, and how many good brothers died. Our fate is great. We took our lives in Liaodong. Today, let's give it to Yangzhou City!"

The speed of Kuaidao Liu's swords was accelerated, and more than 200 original bandits followed his master without hesitation and entered the battle circle without hesitation.

Blocking, parrying, counterattacking, and breaking the defense, Liu Kuaisao was ready to kill, but a long spear stabbed him. He couldn't dodge, stabbed into the calf, barely grasped the bottom of the gun head with his left hand, raised the knife with his hand, and cut off the gun head.

"Old Liu!"

The old brother tried to help him up, but was beheaded by the Tartars.

"Leave me alone, kill the Tartars!"

Kuai Dao Liu was so wide-eyed that his eyes were red from killing, he knelt down and cut off the Tatar's legs and feet with the Tang knife in his hand.

"Old Liu, it's over, I'll carry you down, let's get out!"

"You go, I will cover you!"

Kuaidao Liu saw the tartar with the money rat tail getting angry, and insisted on refusing to leave. He had a premonition that his mission in Yangzhou might be coming to an end.

"Old Liu! Tartars are blocking our way!"

"Hahaha! Old Cheng! There is only one way for us now! Are you afraid of death?"

"Old Liu, you still have the heart to make me happy! We should have died a long time ago, let's be a companion on Huangquan Road today! I'll go first!"

The middle-aged man called Lao Cheng killed a tartar, roared, cut off several stabbing red-tasseled spears, and cut a gash in the stomach of several tartars.

The mace that had previously sneaked up appeared behind Lao Cheng again, Kuaidao Liu exclaimed: Be careful, it’s a pity that you are a step too late, the back of Lao Cheng’s head is blooming, red and white are mixed together, the big knife in his hand slowly slipped down his fingertips, his scarlet eyes Lost in spirit, his pupils gradually dilated, and finally fell on several unknown corpses.

"Old Cheng!"

Kuaidao Liu stared at the owner of the mace, a tall and thick man with a pockmarked face, and the tail of a money rat was braided behind his head.

He spotted Kuai Dao Liu with a pockmarked face, pushed away the Tatar who was blocking the way, and strode towards him. The mace stained with blood on the robe was raised again, and the target was Kuai Dao Liu.

At a distance of three meters, in one second, Liu Chaochang used the quick knife, the mace smashed his right shoulder, and the Tang knife also scratched the pockmarked neck.

Kuai Dao Liu fainted on the spot, his pockmarked face covered his neck in disbelief, and he let out a gurgling sound. He dropped the mace and fell on Kuai Dao Liu unwillingly.

　War never change
　　
　
(End of this chapter)