This is a battle between a group of angry lions and crazy jackals. Although the lions are powerful and well-trained, there are too many jackals that they cannot hold back!
Both sides have their own beliefs. Yisiha and those close confidants and supervisors are all the elites of Emperor Guangxu. Not only do they have many years of friendship with Guiziliu, but they also have a heartfelt hatred for Emperor Tongzhi Zaichun's New Deal!
Especially since they all had more or less connections with the 30,000 factory slaves who were killed. Personal hatred and national hatred were all concentrated together!
"Revenge! Kill the foolish king and avenge our relatives! The lives of the relatives of the thirty-eight banners must be paid with blood!"
The backbone of the scapegoating army came under full pressure, which put extremely serious pressure on the victims. The bandits had already become servile in the killings of these war supervisors and cronies!
Today I saw that all the officers were on top, and I had eaten, drank, and smoked a lot of tobacco, so what else could I not let go of? Work hard, otherwise you will die!
"Death for Your Majesty...Long live Emperor Guangxu! Long live..." More rebels were still tempted by the so-called rewards after victory, and were dragged forward by the crowd, roaring at the top of their lungs.
We can no longer use weapons. In fact, it is just a group of people who are using their lives to fill the front!
The rebels all had their own beliefs, and Emperor Tongzhi's new army had even more beliefs. Bai Zhan drew out his family's Mingyan Winged Sword, and the sword flashed in the moonlight and sprayed out a mist of blood!
"The whole army is pressing forward, and we will fight to the death... That son of a bitch, Nastu, has lost our left wing. It will be dangerous to retreat to the camp now!"
"Soldiers retreat and kill soldiers! Company and platoon leaders retreat and kill company and platoon leaders! Kill them one level at a time, including me!"
"If I take a step back in vain...all the brothers, one by one, will chop off my head!"
"We will not only die for His Majesty, but also for future generations... Kill these bastards, and all their hard-core crops will belong to us!"
"Future generations will have to eat it for another two hundred years! Kill..."
The trenches have been breached, and the gaps in the defense line that were temporarily built with corpses cannot withstand the impact of these rebels!
Even the countless corpses on the battlefield became weapons for both sides. The rebels, who had run out of bullets and could not rush to the front, actually used corpses to smash them down from above.
Breaking through a hole, the rebels fell down like dumplings. He tied a black iron pot to his arm as a shield, and held a strange weapon in his other hand and waved it around randomly. Although it was unorganized, it was crazy enough!
It has simply become a super-large street gang fight, in which hot # weapons have become embellishments. People use knives, axes, sticks and even stones, teeth, and fingers to attack each other, crazy like primitive people!
In such a bloody battle, you don't need any fancy moves at all. The 18-way sword technique passed down by Bai Zhan's family is of no use at all. He just relies on his body's memory to keep swinging.
Slash with the knife, find the best dodge angle when facing the enemy's attack, it's just a matter of constantly moving the position and changing the angle of the body, and then slash out!
Keep repeating, keep repeating, now it all relies on years of martial arts experience. Exchanging minor injuries for serious injuries can ensure that the enemy's vital points are not hit, and it is enough to ensure that the enemy's vital points are hit!
Bai Zhan's whole body was soaked in blood. He didn't know how long he had been waving. His arms had gone from numbness to sore as if they were filled with lead. The blood was soaked in the military uniform and it weighed a thousand kilograms.
The revolver I carry with me is a gift from His Majesty. There is only one bullet left at this moment. This is left for myself. Once captured, this bullet will be used to kill me!
"Commander, be careful..." The guard nearby rushed over and used his knife to deflect the dagger that a sneak attacker was stabbing at Bai Zhan. Only then did Bai Zhan see the existence of the sneak attacker, and cut the enemy's throat with a backhand swing of Yan Ling Dao.
But he had to face the joint attack of two rebels on the opposite side, and he lost his life. If it were not for the support of other soldiers, he would have been here at this moment.
"We can't fight like this, it's too passive... Brothers, organize a counterattack... Fighting in the trenches is too uncomfortable! Brothers, follow me..."
Just this sentence was better than any encouragement to follow me. The division commander fought hard, and none of the remaining brothers in the third division could escape. They all jumped out one by one.
"Commander, you are commanding from the trenches while we charge..."
"Fuck...if I have diarrhea now, how can I lead the troops in the future...Look, can you still stay in this trench? Jump out and kill..."
Only then did people discover that in such a short period of time, two-thirds of the two-meter-deep trench had been filled with corpses, and in some places it was even filled up to one side of the trench.
People can no longer stand fighting here!
"Countercharge... Countercharge... Each company supports each other and fights out. If you don't pursue, just fight in the area 20 meters in front of the trench..."
Bai Zhan took the lead and rushed out of the trench by stepping on the corpses as stairs. The wild goose wing knife had long been cut full of gaps, like a saw, cutting a bloody path among the rebels!
More and more soldiers are crowding around Bai Zhan. They lean on their backs and point their swords at each other. Their bayonets are like a forest, cooperating with the attack!
Keep moving forward, keep moving forward! Bai Zhan had just killed three rebels when he was squeezed inside by the small protrusion. Rows of bayonets outside protected the division commander and continued to direct the battle!
"Don't worry about me, let me kill you to my heart's content!"
"Haha... Master, please take a rest. Don't take all the credit alone. Share the kills among the brothers! Attack with a sudden thrust..."
Bai Zhan knew that he really couldn't fight. His right arm was so tired that he couldn't even hold the knife, and his muscles were trembling!
After taking a few deep breaths, Bai Zhan suddenly discovered that at eight o'clock on the battlefield, a small rebel formation had the highest morale. He watched a whole class of brothers die in their hands during a bloody battle.
"Shit... there is a big fish at eight o'clock, it must be the leader of the rebels! Rush over and kill them..."
"Kill... kill kill kill..."
More and more soldiers gathered over, and the battle formation led by Bai Zhan himself kept advancing forward, pushing away the rebels layer by layer!
When Bai Zhan approached the group of enemies, he suddenly opened his mouth by the light of the ashes of the bonfire on the ground!
"Fuck! This...isn't this...isn't this the missing dead man?"
Opposite him was Isiha. How could Bai Zhan not recognize Cixi's face and the famous figure in the capital? At this moment, Isiha, like him, was covered in blood and was fighting like a bloody gourd!
Yisiha saw Bai Zhan, he wiped the blood on his face and suddenly laughed strangely, "Hahahaha... Bai Zhan, you didn't expect it to be me, grandpa, right?"
"I'm not dead! I've surrendered to Emperor Guangxu a long time ago! I'll let you know today that I don't live by my reputation, I just want revenge!"
"Damn it! You're such a bastard, you actually dare to rebel... Brothers, kill this Isiha!"
"Our third division doesn't matter who loses it, but we can't lose it to a duck! It's such a disgrace, it's a real disgrace!"
The brothers around me were all angry, thinking that you dare to attack us even though you are a duck, I will kill you!
