?When Lin Haifeng rushed into the gap, he realized that the current war was not an easy task. There were broken limbs and broken arms everywhere, and there were wounded soldiers crying and wailing with blood flowing from their bodies. When his soldiers stabbed or cut the limbs of the enemy with various sharp weapons, causing screams, his stomach churned, and he even felt chill. Compared with his soldiers, he was still a new recruit.

This is a world full of blood, and even more than strength. Everyone will compete with all their strength, wave their weapons, kill at the opponent, and shout at the top of their lungs. As long as they are still standing, they are covered in blood. I don’t know which one is the opponent and which one is their own.

Lin Haifeng stumbled, to be honest, his calves were a little weak. However, when he saw one young Red Army soldier after another falling around him, there was only one word left in his mind. The true courage of soldiers often came like this. He waved his pistol and rushed faster and faster.

The Qing army soldier had already discovered him from his clothes. No matter where he rushed, it would cause a bigger battle.

Wang Haiyang's eyes were red when he killed. He held a short gun in one hand and a sabre in the other, and followed by more than 20 guards.

"Brothers, don't bother with others, kill that long-haired thief leader!" A Qing army leader ignored the opponent in front of him and led dozens of soldiers to rush towards Lin Haifeng.

"Dian, don't go forward anymore!" Wang Haiyang shouted, jumped to the front of King An. The cold light of the saber in his hand flashed, and a Qing demon was chopped off half of his face and fell down. Then, he stabbed the saber tightly into the lower abdomen of another Qing demon. It was too messy, and the short gun in his left hand didn't even have time to replace the bullets.

Lin Haifeng finally stopped. Seeing Wang Haiyang fighting with the Qing soldiers, he felt a sense of passion again. Especially Wang Haiyang's beautiful figure and fierce fighting skills, he actually recalled the so-called martial arts masters who could only be seen in books in the past. Yes, like Wu Song, Shi Xiu, and like the prodigal son Yan Qing. He touched them all and picked up a large knife, which was still so satisfying!

Wang Haiyang cut over several Qing Yaos in succession and looked back at King An. Seeing that King An actually swung his sword and joined the battle formation, he panicked. He hurriedly threw his opponent and rushed to King An, "You can't do this!" He chopped over the Qing Yaos in front of King An, gasping for breath, "Dian, it's too dangerous!"

"Kill all these enemies!" Lin Haifeng looked at the guard who was falling down again, raised his sword and rushed to the other Qing soldiers fiercely. He really wanted to chop off a few people with his own hands. After all, the idea and reality were not the same thing. When Lin Haifeng really fought with the Qing soldiers, he immediately felt difficult. A few taels of his sword was sealed aside, and the opponent smiled and raised his sword and ran to him and chopped him.

Half of Wang Haiyang's arm had already been sore and swollen that he had to take care of the nearby King An. When he saw the critical situation in the An Palace, he planned to help King An first. At this moment, he saw a slim figure jumping out from behind King An. The cold light flashed and stabbed Qing Yao's ribs with a sword. His heart relaxed, and at the same time he felt a pain in his left shoulder. He gritted his teeth and turned his head suddenly, and with the opponent pulling out a spear, he handed forward the sword, then turned his hand hard, and watched the opponent's tulu's internal organs roll out with his own eyes.

Lin Haifeng finally killed an enemy. He looked at the person who helped him just now and was stunned, "Shangshu Liu, why are you here?"

"I am responsible for helping the palace draft orders, how can I not come?" Liu Xianghe rubbed the sword in her hand against Qing Yao who was chopped over by Anwang Palace, and smiled.

Lin Haifeng looked at her strangely, "Are you a little girl's house, aren't you afraid?"

"Is he going to cut down the hall?" Liu Xianghe snorted and spat at the corpse on the ground.

Lin Haifeng sighed, remembering what he should have done, "Retreat a little bit and set up a command post." He looked at his watch and listened carefully to the voice of Siwai.

The guard company of the Artillery Battalion of the Red Army's Teaching Brigade and the Tianjun from Tianbao City met and drilled out of the jungle of Zijin Mountain. They soon passed the artillery fire blockade of the Qing army camp and entered the blank area of ​​bows and arrows and artillery fire range. Dozens of iron tubes located on two wooden wheels, which were as thick as small water tanks, were arranged.

Tan Shaoguang looked at the pocket watch and waved the small flag in his hand, "Prepare to put it!"

"Bangbangbang" with dull sounds, dozens of huge bags flew towards the Qing army's camp. After a moment of tranquility, there was a louder sound, followed by silence.

This silence was caused by surprise. Not to mention the soldiers of the Heavenly Army behind him, even Tan Shaoguang could not believe his eyes. The Qing Yao Village wall on the front and the artillery arranged no longer existed, and all that was left was ruins. After a while, Tan Shaoguang waved at the soldiers of the Heavenly Army crouching behind, "Brothers, rush!"

"Roll!" A shocking shout suddenly broke out. More than two thousand soldiers of the Tianjun army rushed into the Qing army camp like a flood that opened the gate. There was no life of the Qing army near the village wall, and corpses were lying on the other side, and many people had no wounds on their bodies. In the distance were defeated soldiers who were desperately fleeing.

The closer Chen Yucheng's men and horses got to Xiang Rong's central army, the stronger the resistance they encountered. The front was dispersed, and the back would gather again and chase him relentlessly. The troops began to suffer casualties, and people would fall off from time to time. Most of the time, he could hear the explosion of grenades coming from far behind. He knew that it was the grenades that the brothers exploded. He made arrangements in advance, and Li Shixian led the spies to clear the way, and Li Xiucheng was responsible for the rear of the palace. The rear of the palace was mainly to pick up the guns that were likely to be lost in front, and they had no way to take care of the brothers who were injured and unable to take them away.

When another wave of clear demons was spreading, Li Shixian finally saw Xiang Rong's Central Army camp. He turned his horse's head, clamped his horse's belly with both legs, ran wildly against the wooden wall from north to south, and threw a grenade into the wooden wall, throwing it into the wooden wall.

Xiang Rong was still very sober. When he was hit by the three sides of the northwest and south, he ordered the battalions to resist on the spot, and sent messengers to transfer Ma Tianbao Ming Antai's troops to participate in the battle. He himself began to gather the troops of the Central Army's Biao camp, intending to retreat east first, and then gather reinforcements from various routes to counter-encircle the long hair of the Gaoqiaomen Qiqiaowen. This is more cautious, at least a way out can be left. Whenever he has no choice, he can go to Danyang first to avoid the edge.
Chapter completed!