Zhong Lin thought of killing the Tatars and making achievements, thinking of being complimented by the villagers, and also thinking of telling his heroic battle in front of his wife.

But when the castle gate collapsed, he realized that those were just fantasies like mirrors and moons. The ugly and hideous Tartars were right in front of them, and they rushed up with their weapons and screams.

In an instant, Zhong Lin's mind went blank, and he even forgot to breathe, feeling like he couldn't breathe.

The Tartars came up and got closer and closer, and even the smell of fishy smell on their bodies could be smelled. Zhong Lin had the urge to turn around and run, but his legs seemed to have taken root and could not move at all.

The Tartars had already rushed in front of him. Zhong Lin saw that the rusty iron knife had been raised and would slash him on the body the next moment. Are he going to die?

"First row! Flat gun!"

A loud shout suddenly came from his ears. Before Zhong Lin's mind could turn around, his body subconsciously made movements, and he placed the spear in his hand flat and pointed it forward.

"prick!"

Hearing the command, Zhong Lin stabbed the spear forward without thinking, without thinking, and did not aim at any target, assassinating like the ones he usually trained.

The spear in his hand seemed to have stabbed something, and a few drops of warm liquid splashed on his face. He subconsciously reached out and touched it, and then he realized it was blood.

"Second row! Thorn!" Another loud shout came, and Zhong Lin could only hear that it was Qiu Laohu's voice. Subconsciously turned his head to look, but saw a cold face.

"Zhong Lin! Why are you so upset? Don't you take the gun back and wait for the Tartars to be chopped?"

"Oh! Oh!" Zhong Lin then realized and pulled out a spear from the enemy. Seeing the vicious Tartar fall, his chest churned and he vomited out directly.

"Thorn again!"

When he heard the caliber, Zhong Lin was much better. He stabbed the enemy in front of him with a spear. The Tatar was much more brave. He swung his sword and opened the spear, but he did not avoid the assassination of others and fell down unwillingly after being shot twice.

The Tartars died in front of them one after another, and Zhong Lin felt that the Tartars were just like this. They were both flesh and blood, and they would scream and die when they were stabbed by a spear.

"Ah!" A scream came from beside him. Zhong Lin was shocked and found that a companion had been caught by the Tartars and pulled out of the team. More than a dozen big swords were slashed at the man, and in the blink of an eye he was dismembered by the scattered blade.

"Rayon!" Zhong Lin shouted, subconsciously trying to come forward to take revenge, but he heard Qiu Laohu's scolding in his ears: "Fill up! Fill up the seat quickly!

Do you want to die? Let the Tartars rush up, not only are you going to die, but all the old and young men in the castle have to be buried with you!"

Zhong Lin stopped the steps he was about to take, held the spear tightly with both hands, stabbed the Tatars rushing up, and roared: "Kill!"

The roar full of anger seemed to make Zhong Lin full of strength. The gun directly pierced the enemy's body. The enemy waved his weapons twice and fell to the ground.

Hearing Zhong Lin's roar, the others also started to scream. Every time they stabbed a spear, they would shout: "Kill!"

The shouts of killing sounded constantly in the team, and the Tatars who rushed into Erlong Fort were blocked. More than a dozen corpses were crossed by the fort gate, and the militia had to take a few steps back and give up the assassination space.

When Zhong Lin knocked down the Tatar in front of him, his eyes widened. A tall Tatar rushed up with a leather shield in his hand, and several long spears stabbed the leather shield, but they were blocked.

What to do? What to do? The Tartars are about to kill them!

Zhong Lin's heart thumped violently, and his hand holding the spear unconsciously oozing out sweat.

With a gunshot, there were many bullet holes in the Tatar's leather shield. He was brave just now and slowed down and the leather shield in his hand fell to the ground.

Good opportunity!

Zhong Lin took the opportunity to stab the spear out and hit the Tatars' lower abdomen. When he pulled the spear back, he encountered resistance. The Tatars actually grabbed his spear and walked over step by step.

The spear moved inch by inch by inch on the Tatars. The Tatars seemed to have no idea of ​​the pain, their blood-red eyes stared at Zhong Lin, and they actually smiled with a big mouth full of blood.

"Ah!" The Tatars roared forward and threw themselves down Zhong Lin. The militia standing behind him was about to fill up the seat when a "swoosh!" sound of breaking through the air came from the gate of the fort.

"Ah..." Several screams came, and several militiamen fell to the ground by arrows.

"The Tartars shot arrows!"

"Where are rattan cards! Come here with rattan cards!"

...

The originally orderly militia team was shot by several arrows. Some wanted to pull away their injured companions, some turned around to get rattan cards, and some waved their spears and killed the Tatars.

The Tatars naturally would not miss this opportunity and rushed forward to fight with the militia. When the two sides fought close, the militia's inexperienced weaknesses were fully exposed.

Although they formed a gun formation and killed the Tatars, they would be far from going to fight for life and death. The moment they contacted each other, seven or eight people were chopped over. If it weren't for the militia's home behind them, they would have been defeated long ago.

"Brothers of Erlong Castle! Behind you are your parents, wives and children, and the home you have worked hard to build. Not only will you die, but your family will also be humiliated and killed by the Tartars.

Everyone obeyed the orders and lined up with me as the center!" Qiu Laohu's voice sounded, allowing the panicked militia to find the backbone.

Qiu Laohu walked forward with a firm pace, and walked towards the battle group step by step. His one-legged foot made a "da da!" sound on the ground paved with stone slabs. It was precisely this sound that allowed the militia to regain their confidence.

A Tatar rushed towards Qiu Laohu, and he held up the sword in his hand and slashed it fiercely. In his opinion, Qiu Laohu was just a cripple man, and it should be effortless to kill such a person.

But the next moment, his body froze. A spear stabbed his throat at some point. It was as fast as lightning, and as fast as a venomous snake.

Before the Tatars could react, they collapsed weakly on the ground, spitting blood foam in their mouths, and staring at Qiu Laohu with their eyes tightly.

Qiu Laohu didn't even look at the corpse on the ground, and walked alone past the Tatars' corpse and continued to move forward. A militia got rid of the entanglement and stood beside Qiu Laohu.

The panic on his face went all out and he regained his confidence. More and more militia gathered around Qiu Laohu, and the broken formation recovered little by little.

The Tatars who had already attacked Erlong Fort let out a roar, "Swoosh!" Several more arrows shot over, and the militia's formation involuntarily stopped.

However, Qiu Laohu did not see the arrow shot, and his steps were still so calm and there was no slight confusion.

"A person dies and the eggs are facing the sky, and he will never die for thousands of years! It is useless to hide when the arrow comes. I will follow me and kill the special mother!"
Chapter completed!