Chapter 64: Hard Battle (Part 1)

"Old man." Zhang Dingbian's first reaction was that the Grand Tutor Zou Pusheng wanted to cooperate with the rebel Ni Wenjun inside and outside, raised his steel knife, and chopped his head hard at the latter.

The Grand Tutor Ni Wenjun hid in the pillar with agility that was inconsistent with his usual performance. While taking a detour, he defended himself loudly, "It's not me, it's not me, this matter has nothing to do with me. Hurry up, there are not many of them, hurry up and find a way to get rid of them so that the enemy will take the opportunity to attack the city."

The second half of the sentence was considered to have saved his life. His eyes were red and Chen Youliang, who was about to chop him into meat sauce with Zhang Dingbian, immediately gave up the interception of him. He picked up a shield with one hand, held up his sword and turned it out of the enemy building, "Kill me and kill all these guys who are scattered."

"Kill them all." Wang Pu, a personal soldier, led more than a hundred guards, rushed out of the enemy building with Chen Youliang's figure. When he saw the man in the imperial guard uniform, he could not say anything and chop it up.

Some of the Imperial Guards who were at a loss by the sudden change became unfair ghosts, while more innocent people screamed, pulled out their swords and tried to protect themselves.

"Chen Youliang has rebelled, Chen Youliang has rebelled." Someone was fishing for troubled waters and shouted loudly.

"It was Zou Pusheng, who led the Imperial Guards to collude with foreign thieves." Countless people responded with their voices.

Chaos quickly spread along the enemy tower and horse face in the north and south directions. Some Chen soldiers who came to their senses after a sudden blow drew out their weapons and rushed towards the imperial guards closest to them, so that the latter had to stand up to fight whether they were involved in killing or setting fire.

The two sides fought together on the narrow city wall, and their eyes were full of hatred. No one had time to distinguish right from wrong, and even more had time to care about the enemies that were getting closer and closer outside the city.

"If you don't want to rebel, put down your weapons and retreat down the horse path." At the critical moment, the Grand Tutor Zou Pusheng took the lead in discovering the question, holding up the iron horn that Chen Youliang often used, and stood at the window of the enemy building to remind him loudly, "I am Zou Pusheng, I have not rebelled. Someone pretended to be the Imperial Guard and bombed the artillery. Don't be fooled. General Chen, keep people under the knife. Brothers of the Imperial Guard, put down their weapons and retreat down the horse path."

"If you don't want to rebel, hurry up and retreat. General Chen, some pretend to be the Imperial Guard, and some pretend to be the Imperial Guard." Zhang Dingbian also woke up like a dream. He rushed to the second floor of the enemy's building with his own confidants, condescendingly, and shouted.

The imperial guards on the city wall were originally forced to protect themselves. When they heard the shouts in the enemy building, they immediately realized that something was wrong. They turned around, either ran down the horse path, or ran along the city wall to the north and south sides. Soon, only two or three people remained to continue fighting with Chen Youliang.

I saw these two or three hundred soldiers, each with white cloth wrapped around his arms, and under the command of a high-necked cannibal, fighting and retreating. Every time he passed by a section of the city wall, he would definitely try his best to ignite several nearby gunpowder boxes. Even if his own people were affected, he would do whatever he could.

Chen Youliang and others who chased and killed them were blocked by the explosion of gunpowder again and again, and were unable to clean up the rebels. It was not until Zhang Bixian led hundreds of other elite soldiers to go around the back of the rebels and beheaded the big cannibal, and then he barely ended the battle.

"Damn it, a ungrateful wolf who is not familiar with it." Chen Youliang was exhausted by being exhausted, and he was holding a steel knife in his hand, panting like a cow.

Standing at his position and looking around, the scene he saw was terrible. The bodies of the large gunman and the Imperial Gunner who were killed by innocently chopped to death were next to the corpse, and blood flowed into a river.

However, the enemy did not give him a chance to boost morale. With the explosion-like sound of war drums, the soldiers of Ni who were hiding behind the shield car suddenly accelerated forward, took two steps at a time, and rushed into the effective range of the gun again.

"Ah,,." ​​The famous young man in a centurion robe screamed, poked the tail of the big gun in his hand to the ground. With the other hand, he quickly set up an eight-shaped ladder and steadily dragged the gun body.

The Ni family soldiers who followed him quickly bent down and poked the moxa velvet that had been prepared on the lead. A string of scarlet sparks jumped into the gun barrel, "Bang." Dozens of lead bullets the size of broad beans sprayed out, causing sparks to splash on the top of the city.

The two of them, who were almost suicide, inspired more soldiers of the Ni family. In a blink of an eye, dozens of people shouted and rushed out of the shield's protection area. Before organizing an effective counterattack on the city wall, they set up a large gun and ignite the lead.

"其." "其." "其." "其." "其.", smoke filled the city, and countless lead bullets hit the city like hail, hitting the defenders' bodies full of bullet holes. At the same time, more soldiers of the Ni family rushed up and quickly set up more guns.

"Brothers, fight back, fight back, and suppress them." On the top of the city, Zhang Bixian was so anxious that his eyes were full of fire and urged loudly.

The brothers under his command were indeed fighting back, but after just experiencing a round of sneak attacks, everyone could no longer maintain the previously distinct triassiding formation. They could only rush to the closest stack of arrows to them based on their own judgment, and rushed to spray projectiles at the enemy.

"Small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small, small,

"Ah,,." ​​On the top of the city, a large gunman who rushed forward to fill his seat and fell to the ground screaming. His chest was covered with bullet holes, and blood was flowing. The movements of several other large gunmen around him began to become stiff. The bullets fired in a hurry did not fall into the target range, or were obviously out of touch with the steps of other large guns around him, which made more and more "safety points" outside the city, and the rain of bullets shot on the top of the city became increasingly dense.

After all, they were all elite troops who followed Ni Wenjun to fight for many years. The rebels outside the city quickly seized the opportunity. More people rushed forward at the risk of being bombed into sieves, or supported their own large guns on the ground with iron racks, tilted the projectiles towards the top of the city, or used moxa velvet to ignite the large guns that had been abandoned before, so that the latter could show their power again. For a moment, countless projectiles were flying around on the city walls, on both sides of the battlements, and even in the enemy building. Anyone who was hit by the projectiles would be as bloody as possible, and the severe ones would be extremely angry on the spot. The investigation was terrible.

"Splash Zhang, Splash Zhang, what are you doing?" Chen Youliang's head was also hit. Although it was blocked by the exquisite iron helmet, the huge kinetic energy remaining in the lead still made him dizzy. "He was beaten like this from a condescending face, if so."

"They are many people, and they are all fearless." Zhang Bixian rushed to Chen Youliang with a blood-dyeed shield and reported loudly, "This time, the Ni person revealed all his family's assets. The ones who led the attack were his personal soldiers. We were caught off guard by the insider just now, and we couldn't even supply gunpowder."

His voice was immediately swallowed up by a series of explosions, "Boom, boom." "Boom, boom, boom." Hundreds of fires flashed on the top of the city, and the thick smoke from the burning of gunpowder covered the sky and the sun.

It was not a bomb explosion. Although the large guns built by the Tianwan Empire were not as good as the Huai'an Army's mechanics, they did not start to explode in batches after only a few rounds of fire. It was outside the city, and Ni Wenjun was crazy about using a new killer move, throwing countless projectiles as big as fists and using magic to throw them up.

"King, be careful." The lookout post standing on the top of the enemy building rushed down in time and warned Chen Youliang loudly, "The Mongols and the Mongols also came up. They, they tied gunpowder bags to the arrow shaft."

As soon as he finished speaking, several sharp arrows dragging the red star suddenly rushed up to the city wall, and nailed to the beam of the enemy building behind Chen Youliang with a "splash", trembling slightly.

Immediately afterwards, the gunpowder pack tied to the front of the arrow shaft exploded and spread the fine iron sand around like a plague.

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"Rise the shield, raise the shield, hurry up and get the shield." Zhang Bixian's voice echoed over his head. Then, there was another "ding-ding" sound. Some came from the iron sand flying around, and some came from the eagle feather arrows. The attack made Zhang Bixian and others squat to protect themselves, and they could not organize an effective counterattack for a long time.

When the thumping outside gradually stopped, Chen Youliang pushed away his personal soldiers and got up from the mess. Neither of the two loyal personal soldiers died on the spot, but the arms, necks, calves and other places that were not protected by armor were blown black and purple by iron sand. It was a terrible sight. Several arrow wounds dripped out scarlet blood, and gunpowder embers mixed together, drizzled down the boots. Every inch of the move, there was a huge blood pot under his feet.

"General, General." The two personal soldiers seemed to have lost their feelings for pain and grinned, giving Chen Youliang a simple smile, "It's okay, it's okay, the Tartars' gunpowder arrows are useless, they are all skin injuries."

"Lord, be careful, don't get too close to the chassis. These bastards are just shooting randomly, covering one, counting one, and even wiping the arrows."

As they spoke, their voices slowly lowered, and their bodies, which barely half-kneeled, fell softly. In a blink of an eye, they were as angry as a wandering spring.

"Zhang Dingbian, Zhang Dingbian!" Chen Youliang was angry and painful. He picked up a shield and held it in his hand, shouting at his nearby robes, "Zhang Dingbian, go and transfer grenades, and transfer grenades to deal with them, I don't believe it."

"The grenadier cannot come up, and the big gunner cannot come up. Tartars, the Tartars are really playing this time." Zhang Dingbian, who is known as the best brave man, stumbled forward and reported at the top of his lungs, "Arrowers, countless archers, brothers are suppressed so hard that they cannot show their heads." The first release of this book comes from 17K Novel Network, and you can see the genuine content at the first time!
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