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Chapter 541 Fighting

Wang Ergou is no longer nervous, even if the firecrackers on his side are no longer needed, the nervousness in his heart has long since disappeared.

There is actually no difference between killing a man and a chicken, and there is basically no difference between using a firecracker or a knife.

As for the barbarians, it seems that there is no problem in equating them with chickens?

Wang Ergou, who has beaten people to death with a firecracker and a knife, can now fall asleep peacefully amidst the rumbling gunfire, just like his own chief banner master. If there is no sound of gunfire, he will sleep a little Not used to it.

Er Gouzi, who was sleeping soundly, felt a pain in his butt again, and was about to swear, when he heard General Banner Liu Wu's shout: "Prepare your mother, the savages are here!"

Looking up at the sky, Wang Ergou muttered, "These savages are smart enough to come here when it's raining!"

Liu Wu glared at Wang Ergou, and shouted: "You Ergouzi talk too much! I tell you, this time the barbarians choose rain attack, there is no hope for firecrackers, let's use the knife!"

The strict hierarchy in the army made Wang Ergou dare not stare back because he was called Ergouzi by the general flag, especially now in wartime.

If it was different, I would have to beat him up!

Muttering to himself, Wang Ergou also took the knife in his hand.

At this time, the shield hand in front had already erected the shield, knelt down on one knee and firmly supported the shield.

Behind the shield hand are jumping soldiers like Wang Ergou, holding a big knife in the form of a Mo knife in their hands, and behind them are the pikemen who put the tail of their guns on the ground and hold the hemp rope on the gun barrel tightly. , the long tip of the spear stretched out of the shield with a cold light.

The pouring rain formed a huge rain curtain between the sky and the earth, but it couldn't stop the cold light on the gun tip. The rain from the sky hit the gun tip and splashed, and then slid down the gun blade.

As for the rainwater poured on his face, no one cared about it at all, and no one moved even though the rainwater on his face flowed into a small river.

The big guys held back their energy, intending to see whether the people on their side were ruthless, or those iron cans were more powerful.

That's right, the Spanish spearmen were called iron cans by the soldiers of Ming Dynasty, because those guys were all wearing heavy armor, high helmets on their heads, breastplates, leg armor, etc. two.

As for the spears in the hands of these spearmen, they were nearly two feet long and weighed about seven or eight catties. They were indeed worthy of the name.

Chief Banner Liu Wu looked at the spear appearing in the distance, and shouted: "Be alert!"

But as soon as Liu Wu's voice fell, there was a familiar booming sound behind him-it was still the cannon washing the ground.

Liu Wu turned around in a daze, and cursed, "These bastards!"

What the hell are these bastards? Cannons are good for washing the floor. After a few waves, basically no one can stand. But now that I am planning to use a knife to kill people, you should wash the floor first?

Liu Wu doesn't know where the word "cannon washing the ground" came from, but it somehow suits his appetite.

In the usual battles against the Francine barbarians, basically the artillery on one's side would wash the ground first, and then it would be the turn of the pawns on one's side to appear on the stage after the cleaning.

After the pawns appeared on the stage, they also fired in bursts, and the density of each step made it impossible for the barbarians on the opposite side to get close.

The good battle turned the artillery and firecrackers into an action of repairing the knife and collecting the corpses. The entire Southern Yulin Army has long expressed dissatisfaction.

After finally taking advantage of the rain this time to test the quality of the barbarians on the opposite side, those bastards from the artillery started to clean the ground again!

Fortunately, after just one round of washing, the artillerymen stopped the action of artillery washing the ground, and handed over the initiative on the battlefield to the soldiers of the Southern Imperial Forest Army and the guards.

Liu Wu, who was the forward of the Southern Imperial Forest Army, saw that those bastards of the artillery had finally stopped their shelling. He was overjoyed and shouted again: "Be on alert!"

The Spanish spearmen did not expect that the Ming army on the opposite side could wash the ground for another round. A lot of open space was blasted out of the entire formation, with stumps, broken arms and armor fragments all over the place.

Cordoba, who came back to his senses, shouted angrily: "Arranging the queue! Go forward!"

At this moment, the Spanish spearmen finally showed the demeanor of the strongest army in Europe, and began to advance steadily at the frequency of their own drums.

Spears against spears, there were spearmen on both sides, but the Spanish side advanced with spears in their hands, while the Ming army supported their spears behind their shields, waiting for the Francine barbarians to come to their door.

As soon as the spears of the two sides came into contact, the spearmen of the Ming army firmly resisted the spears, and pressed against the recess on the shield which was specially left to hold the spears, while the shield hand firmly resisted the shield, At the same time, the shoulders are turned sideways, so that the jumpers can jump out by stepping on their shoulders.

Wang Ergou jumped out with a knife in his hand, and as soon as he landed, he heard an angry curse from behind: "Er Gouzi! You're fucking fat like a pig!"

Wang Ergou chuckled, but didn't scold back.

There is no way, my body is like this, and I am tall and burly, and I am a different kind of jumping soldier. It is not bad to be able to jump out with a shield hand!

But being scolded by someone, the unhappiness in his heart is certain. Wang Ergou failed to scold his companion back, but it would be no problem to send this anger to the barbarians on the opposite side!

"Ah!" With a scream, the barbarian's feet on the opposite side of him had already left his body, and his body without support fell heavily on the ground.

Wang Ergou couldn't understand what the barbarian was yelling, but he knew it when the guy on the opposite side reached out to hold his calf and slashed the long knife on the barbarian's neck.

Regardless of the severed head, Wang Ergou took the opportunity to straighten up, and started to move closer to the same place with his companions, and then shouted: "Swing the knife!"

Following Wang Ergou's command, the jumping soldiers who jumped out earlier swung the long knives in their hands towards the opposite side, but they didn't seem to see the knives and broadswords that the barbarians slashed at them.

The law of one inch long and one inch strong on the battlefield once again played a role-although the long knife like the Mo knife was a bit heavier, but when swung, it could avoid the barbarians on the opposite side from their arms.

After taking back the long knife, ignoring the colorful internal organs and the splashing blood, Wang Ergou shouted again: "Swing the knife!"

Shen Zhenjiang stood on a high place, and a shed built with simple branches and withered grass ensured that the rain would not drench himself. Instead, he took out his binoculars and looked at the station.

The majestic heavy rain blocked the line of sight, but it was still possible to vaguely see a little bit of the situation on the battlefield.

Actually there is nothing to see.

The original jumping soldiers were actually sword and shield hands, equipped with round shields and short knives, and wearing light armor. When the long soldiers of the two sides met, the jumping soldiers would often jump out from behind the shields, and then began to stab people with knives.

However, Shen Zhenjiang, who has long been yearning for "advance like a wall, men and horses will be broken", deliberately gathered guys like Wang Ergou in the army together and turned them into a new jumping soldier-holding an imitation Momo A long knife like a knife cuts people, basically there is no opponent who can stand on the opposite side.

The fact is also the same. Although the Spanish military formations stretch across Europe, they are still indifferent to the jumping soldiers built after the Tang Army's Modao formation.

As Wang Ergou kept waving the knife in his mouth!Swing the knife!With the voice of the password, the jumping soldiers also realized the scene imagined by Shen Zhenjiang - entering like a wall, and breaking in front of them.

The Spanish army began to retreat step by step-if they continue to fight like this, all the people will be smashed into pieces!

As the Spanish army retreated, the shieldmen also stood their shields sideways, and the sword and shield soldiers behind the spearmen began to rush forward with large swords and small shields.

Cordoba's eyes widened, and he really didn't want to believe the scene in front of him—the number one army in Europe, was defeated just like that?

But defeat is defeat. The spearmen in front have been slaughtered by those jumping soldiers led by Wang Ergou, and the rest are infantry with short blades such as broadswords.

Wang Ergou also knew that he was suffering in his heart.

The long knife made out of imitation Mo Dao is very cool to cut people, but it is also very heavy-even if it is much lighter than the real Mo Dao, but after slashing with the knife dozens of times in a row, I have no sword energy Swing the knife again.

Fortunately, the sword and shield soldiers also knew the shortcomings of this jumping soldier. After Wang Ergou stopped, the sword and shield soldiers bypassed the jumping soldier and began to surround the Spanish infantry soldiers.

With a bang, Wang Shougou threw the Mo Dao aside, and sat down on the ground.

It's so fucking tired, and these savages on the opposite side are good enough, and they didn't collapse in the face of being chopped to pieces, and they were tough enough.