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Although it was no longer a defensive counterattack this time, it was still Mao Jue's preset battlefield. As soon as it started, the formation he had arranged had already begun to take advantage.

Even if you can't bring the Hongyi cannon, the field light artillery of the three-pound and six-pound guns is still halfway there, and the second regiment of Pang Hai has already ambushed on the mountains on both sides, still spraying shrapnel that makes people itch. On the heads of the army of warriors, there are 28 shotgun shells per projectile, at least seven or eight strong warriors who have been practicing martial arts for more than ten years have been knocked down.

The front army shouted, hundreds of samurai warriors held a 30-meter long Japanese-style spear, screaming and charging forward. It was also a charge, but in front of Shen Rong's first regiment was a tree with a black muzzle. After rushing to a full [-] meters, he yelled: "Master Fa!"

At this distance, the hit rate of the flintlock is terrifying. As long as the children can resist the recoil, they will not miss the shot. , you can take off your military uniform and go home to plant sweet potatoes. Amid the crackling gunshots, the front team of the Japanese army was almost penetrated. The face of the samurai who was charging with a gun twisted instantly. One, three bodies, even piercing into the crowd like long bloody spears. Amidst the crackling sound, the warriors who were not yet dead rushed to the ground, stepping on the warm corpses, Shen Rong With a loud cry, the bayonet was raised towards the sky, picking up a frightened warrior behind him, and threw him into the crowd behind.

Puff~ A warrior who was about to stab with a gun was directly deflected by the bayonet, and then the Dongjiang warrior on the right stabbed him in the heart with a bayonet and stabbed him in the tree next to him.

Then, the gleaming bayonets spread all over the sky, crackling and battling Japanese guns, always picking out loopholes, and then, the Dongjiang soldiers who were striding like tigers roared and rushed forward, spitting blood again. Poke a slice.

Originally thought that the shelling could not maintain the formation, and was killed so fiercely, the pioneer of the Maeda Army, Okubo, collapsed directly. Hundreds of Hokuriku samurai threw away their helmets and armor, turned around and fled, crying and wailing.

The mountain road was so narrow, and the battle was still a sudden encounter, and the fleeing warriors rushed backwards and disrupted the friendly army.They screamed so unreasonably, they chased after them closely, taking advantage of the chaos, Shen Rong led the fourth regiment and pierced a bloody hole in the follow-up Matsuda troops.

Back then, the Qin Dynasty of the Tiger and Wolf was described as a head hung on the waist, a spear and a halberd in his hand, charging outrageously, fearless of life and death. Today's Dongjiang army has played this kind of momentum, with straw sandals walking like flying on the muddy mountain road, and bloody bayonets constantly entering, Pulled out, the blood sprayed out made the muddy place red. If you stand on the map, you can see a black iron stream pouring down the mountain, and the ink infiltrates the clear water and quickly fills up the place that once belonged to the Maeda family.

This is the second time that Mao Jue took the initiative to fight an offensive battle. Standing on the top of the hill, watching the battlefield, Mao Jue himself nodded slightly in satisfaction, and immediately tilted the banner forward.

"The formation is marching!"

But on the other side, the Wife and Daughter Mountain position is indeed the descendant of Honda Zhongsheng, and this Honda Zhongchao is also decisive enough. Around ten o'clock in the morning, the wolf smoke came, and in just half an hour, he assembled the immortal stone, Sanada, Kiso, Kawajiri and other seven or eight famous Shinano samurai, plus about [-] Musashi Tokugawa troops, a total of tens of thousands of samurai, rushed directly from the foot of Komoroyama Castle.

However, the Dongjiang army staying here is not in vain. The person in charge of the command is Shen Shikui, a Dongjiang veteran who is older than Mao Jue!

A pair of thick eyebrows and big eyes like Guan Yu narrowed their eyes dangerously, looking at the densely packed Japanese army who rushed down from the wife and daughter mountain during the drill, Shen Shikui slammed the handle of the two and a half meters long Guan Dao weighing more than 30 kg It hit the blue stone at his feet with a bang, and sparks flew everywhere from the sharp iron head.

"General Shen, the gunners are ready to fire!"

Artillery Commander Sun Chun reported in a sharp voice behind him.Who knew that when he stroked his white beard, Shen Shikui waved his hand proudly downward.

"No need!"

"Ask your people to remove General Xiao Mao's jelly bean shells and replace them with shotgun shells, and put them in front of the army, waiting for him to come!"

"This!"

"Mr. Sun Qian, Mr. Shen is the left-behind general personally pointed out by the general!"

The order was completely opposite to the previous combat style, and just as Sun Chun was hesitating, a cold voice came from behind.

It was still the same elegant cheongsam, arms folded, right hand holding the handle of the golden silk feather fan that Mao Jue brought back to her from Jiangnan, her face was indifferent and emotionless, Adelaina did not know when she had also reached the front, her gaze He stared coldly at the Japanese soldiers descending the mountain.

Watching Sun Chun lead the order, Shen Shikui's old eyes couldn't help showing a sense of astonishment, and immediately looked at the woman, but he became appreciative, and the old guy nodded secretly.

As expected of Mao Laozi, the women around him are extraordinary!

Amidst the admiration, the Japanese army had already reached within a hundred meters, holding the samurai sword high and the cold light even flashed on the face, and the ears were filled with the unpleasant yells of the Japanese people, his expression turned cold, his right wrist turned, and there was a buzzing sound, the Daguan sword Holding it horizontally again, for a moment, this old general, who had been insignificant in Dongjiang for the past two years, burst out with unprecedented murderous intent.

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Chapter 233. The Veteran Shows His Power

The canines of the heavy cannon were pushed against the edge of the wooden fence, and under the fence, with their hands on their knives, the warriors of the Ming army squatted dully and held their breath, listening to the chaotic cries of the Japanese getting closer.

On the hillside, Honda Tadatomo built a pergola with his hands to watch suspiciously.

When Mao Jue was getting to know the Japanese army, the Tokugawa shogunate was also getting to know him. Whether it was last year or this year, the battle reports from Kyushu showed that Tang Kou was very good at using iron cannons. Every time he didn’t get close, the troops were already shot down by gunfire. But this time, he deliberately sent a small group of troops to attract the gunfire in front, but they all rushed more than 50 meters away from the forward, and not a single shot was fired.

Could it be that Tang thief took all the main force away?But this fire is not fake!

Just when he was wondering, in the seemingly empty Dongjiang military town, an old man in his fifties with white hair was dragging a Daguan knife backwards, wearing a golden phoenix helmet and a Wenshan armor, walking alone as if no one else was around. When they got to the front of the formation, the warriors who were feinting at the evil face to attract gunfire stretched out their thumbs, and immediately gestured downwards fiercely.

A ride to discuss?Or in front of the No.1 General Honda?Before Honda Tadamo gave an order, a bannerman at the front had already pulled out his samurai sword, screaming like the old man and ran over.

However, the old guy actually closed his eyes as if he turned a blind eye to the samurai rushing towards him, and the even more angry man screamed and quickened his pace.

The distance was less than one meter. Seeing that the sharp samurai sword was about to hit the veteran, Sun Chun behind opened his mouth in horror. The veteran finally moved. After cutting it out, there was only a click, and the warrior passed by the old general, but the half of the knife and the head did not pass by. It was still grim, how far it flew away with grunts.

Indeed, Huaxia does not have Juhe Dao, and there is no sword-drawing technique. The ancestor of the sword-drawing technique came from the Central Plains. He spent half his life fighting on the battlefield, and Shen Shikui was even a master among the masters.

It seems that beheading a flag just now is a common thing, and I didn't breathe fast. Indeed, in Shen Shikui's place, killing a 1.4-meter-eight dwarf is considered bullying him. Now dragging the knife behind him, Shen Shikui's left hand He ticked forward contemptuously again.

The power of this knife really frightened the little devil. After a while, a monk soldier with his head wrapped in a turban and also holding a long-handled naginata upside down came down from the hillside. First, he respectfully saluted the Buddha with one hand. With a bow, the monk and warrior immediately put on a dignified posture.

But Shen Shikui still had that indifferent look, still squinting his eyes as if he were resting.

The confrontation lasted for a full half a minute. In terms of momentum, this monk and warrior should still have not cultivated well. He couldn't hold back and shot first. This guy should be a master. With luck, he was full of momentum. While shouting, the long knife with both hands lying on the handle roared. From the upper right to Shen Shikui's shoulders, in the howling wind, the majesty, as if a mountain could be split.

But Shen Shikui was still downplaying it like this, Guan Dao seemed to be stretched out slowly, and amidst the sound of metal clinking, he blocked the sure-kill knife, and pressed the broad blade on the slender naginata blade with four or two strokes of force. With a ruthless knife, he looked aside, and the monk and warrior tried to withdraw the knife in horror, but unfortunately, there was no next chance for him.

Guan Dao was pressed halfway, and his left hand finally grasped the handle. In an instant, Shen Shikui's old face became extremely ferocious. He exhaled, and the blade slashed obliquely. There was another clicking sound, and the Japanese soldiers standing on the hillside looked at him. A red light flashed across, and then, half of the monk and warrior body fell sideways.

This time it was not so indifferent, the blood sprayed on the face, trickled down the beard and dripped on the chest, once again, Shen Shikui squinted his eyes, and looked at the opposite side with disdain.

"idiot!"

There was a clattering sound of swords being drawn, this time it was two bannermen holding Taisao who rushed out of the army formation together.

click~

Those who fought were all masters in the army, but most of them couldn't bear Shen Shikui's three swords. There were already six corpses lying at his feet. All the Japanese looked down in disbelief. Breaking through more than 53 counties in several prefectures, defeating thousands of Ming troops, and killing them all the way to the city of Nanjing, even if they are well-known in Japan, how could there be such a master among the Tang people?

Shen Shikui in front of them finally let them know that your Tang ancestor will always be your Tang ancestor!

In the end, all the Japanese people's eyes fell on Honda Tadamo.

Known as Zhang Fei of Japan, he wields a six-meter-long Dragonfly Kirito. Honda Tadashi's experience has caught up with Zhao Yun. He has fought countless battles in his life, and he has not even left a scar on his body. As his son, he is still the general. Indeed, only Honda Tadatomo is qualified to fight against him.

However, just because the father is a hero does not mean that the son is a hero. Otherwise, why didn't Edison's son invent the electric light?As the youngest son of the Honda family, he had never participated in the last battle of the shogunate, the Osaka Summer Battle, so how dare he challenge the general of the Tang Dynasty who had beheaded six or seven of his masters in a row?Looking at Shen Shikui, who was already panting a bit but dripping blood all over his body like a demon, and looked at him again and again, Honda Zhongchao waved his military fan in a panic, no longer thinking about any military strategy, whether there was any ambush or not. Yes, grinning and yelling viciously.

"Attack across the board and kill this old guy!"

On the hillside, the trembling Japanese soldiers finally moved, this time not one or two, but tens of thousands, countless Japanese warriors with hideous eyes, holding high swords, long spears, chrysalis downwards rushed.

However, once again, this old general Shen narrowed his eyes as if he was breathing heavily.

Messy footsteps, dense crowd, cold light like a mountain of knives, and Japanese soldiers who are like utterances in a sentence of Japanese have rushed down the mountain in a few breaths. Pretending to come straight to Shen Shikui.

But this time, the old guy didn't move, and someone behind him roared for him.

"Fat Master!"

Sun Chun's roar almost broke his throat. The Tieyi gunners who had seen the wet palms frantically pulled down the flintlocks. The Dongjiang artillery group, which had always been Mao Jue's main voice, spoke again. The shrapnel shells that Mao Jue is famous for are not loaded. They are loaded with the most primitive and common artillery shells of the Ming army, iron sand!

The fine metal fragments even turned red under the burning of the gunpowder, and every shot formed a death zone 30 meters in front of the eyes, no matter the carcass, armor, footwear or the flesh of the warriors, under the howling roar It can't even keep up with the paper, the sharp samurai sword is corroded and riddled with holes, it seems that thousands of years have passed in an instant, and the turbulent Shinano samurai army seems to have disappeared in front of the town, and the broken limbs are covered with blood After spraying to the back, those Japanese who sprayed were stunned.

The next second, the same turbulent roar came from behind the fence. With the spear held high and the single sword wielding the wind, a Ming army with all cold weapons was even more angry. It went upstream and slammed into the Shinano coalition army. In the middle, the desperate momentum even made these Japanese terrified.