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The next moment, Mao Xingjian's fist was also slammed on the stone wall, and blood flowed from his frostbitten wound. Immediately afterwards, he was hugged into a lump, shivering and shivering in a corner, covering his face. She didn't dare to make a sound with her mouth shut, but she cried like a girl.

Life is gone, irreversible, but the road still has to go on.

From the icy snow, he dug out the stone with a sword, barely buried her heavily in the depths of the cave, facing the entrance of the cave, Mao Xingjian kowtowed three times heavily, and then used the big cloak to burn his body again. , talking nonsense, Han Xiaomo carried on his back, followed the hunched refugee group, and then walked northwest.

That arrogance was also discarded by Mao Xingjian.

..........

After spending nearly half of his life and trekking for countless days, Mao Xingjian finally caught sight of the dilapidated town on the edge of the azure coast, often surrounded by sea fog. The village is so pleasing to the eye, with a hoarse voice, pointing to the town not far from the foot of the mountain, he growled with tears of joy.

"We're back!"

"Come back alive!!!"

At this moment, how many people failed to see it. Only after experiencing loss can they know the value of life. Following Mao Xingjian’s shouts, the bony refugees also knelt down in the snow with sobs, weeping with joy. with.

However, God's cruelty was vividly displayed at this moment. Just as Mao Xingjian was yelling forgetfully, there was a sound of a bow, and beside him, a woman with her arms around her vomited blood in disbelief, and immediately fell to the ground , Full of horror, Mao Xingjian looked around in amazement, and in the woods more than 100 meters behind him, dark figures appeared one by one.

Holding a compound bow from Snake City, standing on a large abrupt rock, Wufeng, the great chief of the Blackfoot, stroked the bowstring in satisfaction.

Fear filled Mao Xingjian's eyes, and turning his head tremblingly, he screamed with all his strength.

"Barbarian! Run!!!"

Chapter 8 Fourteen. The Killing and Being Killed of the Prince

Who says these Indians are single-minded savages?

The Blackfoot people are the best hunters in the mountains in the west. In order to approach their prey quietly, they never wear shoes, but smear their feet with a kind of black mud since childhood. These days, when the refugees don’t notice Under such circumstances, Great Chief Wufeng led his own tribe's warriors to follow quietly, to find out where the immigrants from Ming Dynasty who came across the ocean came from.

They are going to kill them all!

It turned into a hunting of wolves and deer. After Mao Xingjian's horrified roar, the exhausted Snake City refugees ran down the mountain in horror like a group of frightened deer, and behind them, there were already lurking For many days, the Blackfoot tribe rushed out from the forest line as excitedly as hungry wolves.

It's just that the deer can run away with wild hooves, but people can't. It's even easier than hunting. A group of Indians laughed cruelly and shot arrows and spears forward. Nailed like targets among the rocks of the hillside, they kill for pleasure!

At this moment, Mao Xingjian's heart was already distorted. Every scream made him feel more guilty. Every life was pierced into his heart like a knife. This feeling was worse than death!

But with Han Xiaomo on his back, all he could do was run desperately down the mountain.

"Quick! Hide in the town, you'll be safe!"

The yelling and roaring also disturbed the quiet Gem Town in the sea fog.

The shiny black long-tube high-heeled military boots creaked as they stepped on the wooden floor, and a slender and fit figure appeared on the balcony where Song Yongzhong used to stand and watch.A green ship-shaped military cap was buckled on her long fiery red hair draped over her shoulders, and her right hand, wrapped in the same dark green military uniform, was holding an antique axe. The bronze ax was engraved with patterns of dragons and ferocious beasts. , looked murderous.

She yawned impatiently, and then her delicate left hand lifted the binoculars hanging on her full chest to those bright eyes.

"What the hell?"

After looking around for a second, her black eyebrows frowned unwillingly, and then the heavy ax in her right hand suddenly slammed down hard on the ground, and then, she swung the bronze ax forward violently!

At this time, the group of refugees who had experienced desperate running finally fled to the front of Baoshihai Town. Less than 50 meters behind were those black-footed people who looked like wolves and tigers. The town gate, shouting with all its might.

"Enemy attack! There are weapons buried under the barracks, prepare to fight immediately! Fight!"

But even though he roared with all his strength, the town in the dense fog was still dead silent, there was not even a shadow of a ghost. Behind him, horrified cries were still coming one after another, looking back at the hideous looking people behind him. In Renmen, a wave of despair emerged completely on his face that was no longer smooth and full of weather marks.

However, at this moment, bursts of penetrating, dull but loud drums suddenly sounded fiercely. It seemed that the drums startled even nature. The dense sea fog in the morning blew away a corner, and the crowded sea of ​​gemstones appeared in front of Mao Xingjian in an instant. After a dull and unbelievable gesture, the prince sat down on the ground limply.

At the same time, outside the town, the sudden sound of drums made the ferocious Blackfoot tribesmen stop in amazement. Looking at the refugees from Snake City who ran into the town in panic, they stood upright without wind. He slapped his wrinkled old skin, and listened to him for a few seconds. Suddenly, he raised his head solemnly and yelled, and the blackfoot men who were running loosely gathered together following his yelling. Heaping up, the Indian warriors in front carefully weighed the spears in hand.

There were two long and loud howls, and then, the sound of hurried footsteps sounded densely in the sea fog. In the surprised eyes of those Indians, each of them had big circles on their upper bodies, and long hairs all over their bodies. The "monsters" with black skin ran out from both sides of the refugees, stopped more than ten meters in front of them amidst the sound of clattering steel, and slammed into a row on the ground. Before they could react, The monster running from behind smashed the long circle on it to form the second row. In just ten seconds, a 100-meter-high original wall blocked them under the unbelievable eyes of these Indians. before.

Immediately afterwards, a somewhat normal iron man covered in hard black skin appeared on the edge of the round wall, swung his saber violently forward, and roared sonorously.

"The Zuo Guard of the Central Military Governor's Mansion, Zuo Wuwei, the heroine general, has an order! Kill all these barbarians!"

"drink!"

During the roar, the entire round wall stood up, and in a neat pace, they pressed down on the thousands of warriors of the Blackfoot Indian tribe very oppressively. Looking at this huge monster, the Blackfoot people were obviously hairy. , I don’t know who yelled, and they took turns throwing guns. A group of Indians smashed out the heavy things in their hands. Amid the crackling sound, a few more advanced Blackfoot men picked up the guns seized from Mexico. The Spanish matchlock guns were fired together, and the attack was like a heavy rain hitting a lotus leaf, and the shield wall hit by the heavy guy kept shaking.

But except for a small number of throwing spears with the four-edged harpoon obtained from Mao Xingjian stuck on the shield, the rest fell directly to the ground after a hard hit, and those Spanish arquebuses that had high hopes , the round projectile was also inlaid on the luxurious forged metal skin of the shield, and after the blow, the huge monster still pressed forward neatly.

Completely grossed out, with a groaning voice, Wufeng moved forward and raised the iron ax in his hand. Beside him, the black-footed men were like a flood that opened the gate, screaming and waving iron axes and stone axes, throwing guns with sticks, fierce After rushing to the front of the iron shield formation, heavy weapons slammed on the shield wall, and the loud sound even overwhelmed the drums.

But all attention was fixed on the shield wall in front of them, and these blackfoot Indians didn't notice it. On both sides of the shield wall, the refugees had already run away, and they were replaced by black bamboo skin pills on their bodies. Wearing an iron helmet decorated with various antlers or ox horns, the little man with a long knife close to his height on his waist spread out his wings hurriedly, wrapping himself in an arc.

Seeing that the iron shields were pushed forward for more than 40 meters with the ping-ping-pong-pong pounding, the battlefield was fully unfolded, and the officer hiding behind the iron shields let out a fierce roar.

"kill!"

slap~

Just now, they were passively beaten, and from the gaps in the iron shields that were harmless to humans and animals, crazy sharp spears stabbed out neatly, and in the sound of puffing, the Indians who were caught off guard by the first two or three warriors were all pierced fiercely The spear pierced through, and the blood was poured on the icy snow like a mountain spring.

Squatting behind, the third row of spear and shield soldiers squatted down, holding the shield above their heads, and the fourth row, shouting, a row of conscripted Japanese samurai jumped on the shield, and was immediately thrown out by the tall Central Plains spear and shield soldiers Before these blackfoot men could wake up from the stabbing, the icy-cold long knife was slashed down in the air again, and with the sound of clicking, nearly a whole row of blackfoot men were chopped to death again. There was a split on the feathered head, and he knelt down on the ground limply.

It's not war at all, it can be called the art of war. The Tokugawa family warrior who broke into the middle army immediately swung his long sword like a top, slashing left and right, and the Toyotomi family warriors with thousands of wings on both wings also pulled out fifty knives neatly, It squeezed fiercely towards the two ribs of the blackfoot man, and amidst the sound of the knife slashing at the flesh, the decent blackfoot man was hacked to the ground.

The other end pulled back the spear suddenly, holding the shield in the left hand and the spear in the right, and loosened the formation. The contradictory soldiers from the Central Plains of Shaanxi also roared and rushed forward. Those blackfoot Indians were pierced to the ground by spears more than three meters long like candied haws one after another.

In the face of the precise battle, these primitive tribal warriors had no room to resist. They were surrounded by sharp samurai swords. After being stabbed, the blood couldn't stop flowing from the beginning, dyeing the ground red with blood, and hundreds of aborigines were chopped down in the ice and snow like leeks.

With a bang, Mu Mu, the patriarch on the left, held up a wooden spear to block the samurai sword that was slashing at his head and face, but in the next second, another knife light cut his face like lightning, cutting his rough face into pieces In two halves, amidst his heart-piercing screams, the blade that had just been blocked slashed down again, a hideous bloody gash bloomed from the chest wrapped in animal skin, and his thick body turned around suddenly, bravely The patriarch of the phratry fell limply in the pile of corpses.

On the right, the great wizard of the tribe, Hu Feng, held up the staff tied with the fox skeleton and was still loudly boosting morale, cursing the enemy, slamming the knife, and with a pop, the long and narrow blade directly stabbed him. Feeling cold, the respected great wizard looked at the long knife on his chest in disbelief, puff puff puff puffed several knives into his body, and the owner of the first knife pulled out again. Amid wild laughter, the horizontal knife slashed down.

Kacha~ Just like those immigrants from Daming who were slaughtered and had their heads chopped off in Snake City, his head was also chopped off.

Eyes full of horror, he shouted, and pulled the longbow captured from Snake City, the great chief Wufeng turned his head and ran up the mountain in fear. Around him, there was originally a murderous look, and the ferocious Indian black feet were also like that. Like an ant nest in the heavy rain, they cried and dropped their weapons, turned around and fled.

And behind them, the red-eyed infantry of the Central Plains, the Japanese samurai held high, bloody spears and long knives, chasing after them excitedly, behind the crowd, there was a roar of excitement like thunder, and the sound of hurried horseshoes Next, two teams of hundreds of cavalry rushed out from the formation like a flower bud, swinging their sabers high, and the heads of people slashing downwards rolled down.

These ferocious hunters who took pleasure in killing just now became the prey of others in a blink of an eye.

The blade of the ax cut across the icy surface of the stone, leaving a deep mark. With 24 halberd-wielding guards, the left guard, and the heroine General Adelaine walked to the entrance of the town majesticly, and took a look at her face full of wind and frost. Haggard, following the stretcher, Mao Xingjian grabbed the sleeve of the old military doctor's coat and shouted anxiously. She shook her head helplessly, then suddenly raised the big axe, and shouted again.

"The sniper team is marching in! I don't want to let the army's military situation leak out, so I will kill them all and leave no one behind!"

The old Qin army horn, which had become popular again in the army, sounded suddenly, holding a longer flintlock gun, and amidst the clattering sound, two brigades of hundreds of infantry rushed to the battlefield.

On the hillside in the distance, Liu Zongmin galloped out with his horse's butt lifted violently. With the help of the horsepower, the two-meter-long sword was suddenly raised from bottom to top, and a running black-footed man was chopped alive with a click sound. It became two pieces.

Hot blood spattered on his bearded and ferocious old face, but it made him laugh even more excitedly.