Beiyang new warlord

I have to admit that Mao Jue's deployment of this mixed prince corps is indeed very reasonable.

"Die to it!!!"

Strange words came to his ears, and a warrior of the Huobi tribe who was madly hitting the back of the Ming army with a heavy stone hammer turned his head in astonishment. The next second, what caught his eyes was a cold light .

Not far from him, another Cheyenne warrior roared and raised the stone ax he got from Mao Xingjian, but before the ax could be slammed down, the light of the knife had already come first, and with the sound of clicking, Both of his arms were carrying heavy iron axes and they were falling backwards with blood dripping down. While he roared unwillingly, the second knife slashed at the main artery in his neck, and there was another rush of fiery blood. It sprayed out, dyeing the cold snow red.

The bayonet is indeed a sharp weapon on the battlefield. It discards all the cumbersome momentum, and the essence is left on one stab, but the upper limit of the bayonet is not so high. A super master, you can burst out with impact in a short time and even stab to death One, two, three, or even four, five, six, but more than a dozen people swarmed up, no matter what, they couldn't greet them.

The sharp sword technique is fine!

Chop, cut, stab, pick, tease!The arc-shaped attack range is enough to deal with a large circle of enemies in front of you, and the speed of the light knife is much higher than the cumbersome blunt weapon of the tribal warriors. Slowly throwing the spear, facing the Ming Dynasty who is wearing hard armor and is almost invulnerable. In front of the army, these samurai swords are only cruel, but the Japanese samurai who hacked and killed these unarmored infantry and practiced their sword skills all their lives turned into killing harvesting machines one by one. The tribal warriors who entered the trench were actually cleared out in a short period of time.

They also gave the Koryo infantry and conscripts from the capital the time to regroup, retreated to the second snow ditch, and the neatly lined up musketeers once again fired the trigger on the large group of tribal warriors rushing fiercely forward.

bang bang bang~

Another white mist rose, and a large group of tribal warriors charged towards the snow ditch with fanaticism on their faces fell on the snow with bloody holes in their bodies as if they were electrocuted. Seeing the rows of black muzzles standing on the ditch, Finally, the tribal warriors behind him hesitated. They didn’t know who they were, and finally turned around and ran down the mountain in hopelessness. With this No. 1, the first wave of crazy pounce from the western continent was terminated, trampling on the frontier The camp had already been dyed into a piece of bright red snow, and the Indian warriors like the tide retreated back like the ebb tide.

More than a dozen samurai leaders even held blood-dripping samurai swords, held their heads, and roared showing off. However, the muscles on Mao Xingjian's face, who was looking down with a binoculars, twitched violently due to tension.

Almost next to the first wave of retreating Indians, the second wave of tribal warriors rushed up again like a frenzy, and this time, they were led by hundreds of half-ton bison!

Flaming tails, knives tied to horns, North American cows that cannot be tamed by castration!

Seeing the familiar Su people driving the herd of cattle, the prince put down the binoculars heavily, and the next second, he turned his head to the side helplessly.

Chapter 8 Thirty. The Prince's Burden

What does it look like when Snow Valley turns into Blood Valley?

Like a large pool of bright red paint poured on the hillside, flowing down the cold snow shell, the two layers of snow trenches that were originally hardened by engineering shovels were rendered bright red, and the viscous blood flowed down the branches. The icicles under the edge flowed down drop by drop. I don't know when the cold wind blew, even the hot blood was frozen together with the solid trench.

The weapons and equipment and the terrain have an absolute advantage. At this time, almost tens of thousands of strong men from the tribes have died or injured on this steep valley slope. The battle damage ratio can reach an astonishing one to dozens of times. time.

But before the flowing blood solidified, once again, the unique warhorn sound of the native Indians slapping their mouths resounded through the silent valley again, driving huge steers or war horses, using the removed cowhide With tents in front of them, tens of thousands of tribal warriors, male and female warriors trampled on the bright red snow valley again, charging up the slope without risking their lives.

The social development is too primitive. In the dictionary of North American Indians, there are no tactical concepts such as outflanking, siege and side attack. After charging over and over again, they faintly heard the wizard's words of encouragement behind them. Even in the face of a hail of bullets, these tribal fighters still had high morale, and their spirits were so high that they even had Xiaoqu.

In contrast, the Ninth Corps is no longer so optimistic. Even if it is wrapped in steel, it is still flesh and blood. Humans are not machines, and they will get tired. This is the third time that such a large-scale and fierce hand-to-hand combat has occurred. Whether it was the warriors of the Toyotomi family holding high guns and samurai swords at the front, or the conscripts of the capital with heavy flintlock guns behind them, the Koryo mercenaries recruited from Dongshan Road, Huanghai Road, all of them were panting heavily. Looking at them, the white smoke they exhaled also condensed into a fog above their heads.

If this is a fortress, even a wooden town like Snake City can easily defend it with the help of the Ninth Corps. The dense guns and artillery can make the fortress a cemetery for Indians who cannot climb up. Time or strategy did not allow the preparation of such a complete fortress. Looking at the slightly messy formation under his command, Mao Xingjian put down his binoculars with some concern, and couldn't help looking north.

But at this time, the entire north was already covered in a vast expanse of whiteness, and with the northwest wind that gradually picked up in the afternoon, large swaths of snow and dust rolled up, and there was no trace of it at all.

While Mao Xingjian was looking around, the deafening sound of explosions suddenly attracted his attention back. Amidst bursts of flames, the three-pound, six-pound field gun, which had been hidden as a trump card, was also pushed into the snow. At the gap in the trench, the panting private soldier slammed the flintlock, and the iron sand from the barrel of the gun was sprayed out like a big net, and the tiny steel debris could not be avoided at all. The cow screamed and fell to the ground, and the tribal warrior who wrapped his body in the cowhide tent face howled and threw the tent skin full of trachoma, and fell to the ground bleeding and rolling desperately.

But the space cleared by the artillery fire was filled by the sea of ​​people in a short time. Hearing the sound of fierce running, the private soldiers in the trench roared and raised their rifles, and directly fired at the air at an angle of tens of degrees. At the same time, the tribal warriors who strode up to the ditch platform also threw their spears downwards fiercely.

Amidst the sound of the flesh being smashed almost at the same time, the blood flowed out gorgeously like temporarily placed flowers. Following this prelude, the cruel hand-to-hand combat started again fiercely.

Watching a samurai Hatakemoto howl and exhausted pull out a jagged samurai sword from the neck of a strong man with a nose and nose spitting blood on the ground. A figure almost as agile as him had already rushed over like a puma, knocking him to the ground directly, and the sharp flint dagger also slashed at Banner's throat fiercely.

In that desperate howl of Ban Ben, the same stream of hot blood also sprayed out from his neck. Looking at this scene, Mao Xingjian tightly clenched the handle of the hot knife in his hand very solemnly.

.........

As time went by bit by bit, the sun in the New World also sank westward, and the slanted sunlight hit the Ming army's position with its back to the east and west glaringly, and the blood-red battlefield that was illuminated was once again cast a shadow. The layer of golden light and the bloody battle have lasted for a whole day.

At this time, I don't know how many tribal warriors shed their blood, fell coldly on the cliff, and were frozen stiff by the cold weather, but their desperate sacrifices like moths to a flame were not without results, after all Because there were too few people, the four trenches dug by the Ming army were washed open one after another, and the red cannons fell on the snow at an angle. The entire position was divided into pieces and entered the final hand-to-hand battle.

The sturdy tribal giant roared and picked up the stone axe, and slammed it down fiercely. Caught off guard, the soldier of the Ming army could only stand in front of him with his knife horizontally. With a U-shaped bend, the tiger's mouth was shattered, and cold blood continued to flow down the arm.

Amidst the mournful roar that could no longer tell whether it was the soldiers of the capital or the soldiers of Gaoli, the comrades in the three-person team next to him finally stabbed the bayonet into the chest of the giant man.

I don’t need binoculars to watch anymore, because the fighting is happening right in front of my eyes. With one foot stepping on the icy snow ditch and holding his Chinese flag with his left hand, Mao Xingjian’s right hand holding the knife is trembling uncontrollably. This is not the first time he has faced life and death. The last battle in Snake City was equally brutal, but it was still enough to shock him who had been buried in books since childhood.

Focusing on the battlefield below, Mao Xingjian suddenly heard an anxious roar from behind: "Protect the coach!"

With a bang, the guard next to him was suddenly knocked out by a black shadow hugging his waist, roaring and rolling down the ditch below, the others hastily pulled out the goose-wing knife, holding the handle of the knife with both hands , roared and slashed at the Apache who climbed up from the side of the circular ditch at some point, a sound of wind suddenly came from his ears, his heart was beating wildly, Mao Xingjian turned his body sideways in horror, and there was a heavy click. His throwing spear stuck in the snowdrift in front of him.

Turning around again, holding a Damascus long knife from a foreign land in both hands, Mao Xingjian roared angrily just now, but the roar stopped abruptly, and his hands trembled again uncontrollably.

"Yes..., it's you!"

At this time, the red deer is just as embarrassed as he saw it in the Holy Land Valley, a triangular wound was opened on the bare shoulder, and a long slash was cut from the chest to the lower abdomen by a samurai sword, and the back of the hand was also bloody But she held the same bloody patterned steel dagger in her right hand and bent her waist dangerously. She was still as beautiful and dangerous as a wounded leopard.

During the scuffle in the afternoon, Mao Xingjian had caught her figure several times. Several times, he hoped that she would die directly in the rebellion army, but he was worried about her safety, but he never expected that she would still appear in his before.

"Do you have to fight me?"

Panting, Chilu's face also revealed a look of emotion. It was the first time she saw such complicated emotions on the face of this man who made her love and hate him!

Pain, pity, worry, fear, and intolerance, finally turned into a pleading expression in Mao Xingjian's eyes. Being watched by her with such an expression, even Chilu was upset at that moment.

But the heavy dagger was only relaxed for a second, and the next moment, she was still firmly holding it in her hand. Just like Mao Xingjian, she also had too many things to bear!

"You! King of the Ming! Me! Warrior of the Apaches!"

"no!"

bang~

Swift as a deer, the red shadow slammed into Mao Xingjian's face fiercely. The dagger collided with the heavier long knife, but it almost knocked the weapon in Mao Xingjian's hand to the ground. He staggered and took half a step back. In the pleading eyes, the red deer crouched on the snow with half-bent body and strong thighs. His fluttering hair fell slowly, but he roared sharply at him.

"Aren't you going to be a man, an emperor who everyone submits to? Kill me!"

Looking at her red pupils, the roaring and roaring sounds of her subordinates fighting these natives continued to be heard in her ears. After hesitating for a moment, Mao Xingjian finally let the helmet wrap him, and his face that had become firm was also ferocious. Standing up, holding the scimitar in both hands, he also let out a heavy roar.

"Come on Red Deer!!!"

Without answering, the matriarch shot out again, the sharp dagger showed no mercy, and stabbed Mao Xingjian in the heart.

bang~

Metal and metal collided and sparked, but Mao Xingjian could see that the knife was in vain. The sharp patterned steel blade left a deep mark on his strong cold-forged armor. Murderous, Mao Xingjian roared again and turned around to chop the long knife, but once again, the blade landed on the back of the red deer, and the sharp blade brushed against his neck, drawing a fierce spark on his shoulder.

In the mountains and forests all year round, he raced against herds of deer and fought against gray wolves. The agility and reflexes of the red deer were obviously not comparable to that of Mao Xingjian, a scholar. She rushed over like a leopard again, Mao Xingjian, who had no time to attack, blocked the scimitar in front of him in horror, but the sharp dagger blade still scratched his cheek, and a few drops of crystal blood spilled out.

The pain caused by the wound finally made Mao Xingjian act like a wounded beast. He turned around and raised the blade recklessly. Even a red deer couldn't dodge it. The sharp blade finally drew a bloody line on her healthy calf. Wound.

In the snow, she staggered a step, but looking back at the wound on her leg, there seemed to be a satisfied smile in the corner of her eyes, but before Mao Xingjian noticed, she had lowered her head again, ignoring the pain of the wound, until He ran towards Mao Xingjian like a cannonball.

"what!!!"

The standard armor almost protected the vitals of the whole body, but it lacked the protection of the hands. This time, the red deer's attack target was Mao Xingjian's hand holding the knife!Bai Ju flashed the long knife that Mao Xingjian was slashing at, and the sharp dagger easily cut a bloody gash on the back of his hand. Amidst the prince's screams, the scimitar in his hand finally came out. The cougar was so crazy Pinching Mao Xingjian's neck, the two also rolled down the cliff.

In the snow and mist splashing, I don't know how many times he rolled down. In the end, Mao Xingjian still lost the wind and was crushed by the red deer. Like a dying wolf king, he roared in despair, holding the dagger in both hands, and the red deer's He stabbed Mao Xingjian's throat fiercely.