History collided together at this moment, and two hundred years of time and space seemed to have suddenly folded. The Jurchens, the ancestors of the Manchus who entered the Pass in the White Mountains and Black Waters, are now strangled with their descendants.
These Guanwai troops led by Hunchun are just like the Jurchen ancestors resurrected two hundred years ago, personally teaching these prodigal sons what real warriors are!
All the Eight Banners disciples in the rebel army were frightened. They were facing the souls of their ancestors. The swords they saw were the barbarians who entered the customs two hundred years ago!
At that time, their swords were slashing at the Ming Dynasty, but today they were slashing at their own Qing Dynasty!
In a trance, time and space really folded together. Which point two hundred years ago overlapped with today? The nightmare that the Han people once had has hit the Manchus themselves on the head!
Human civilization has been civilized for thousands of years, and it cannot escape the national issue. The conflict between civilization and barbarism will never stop!
The warm wind of wealth and wealth in civilized society has softened people's bones. From time to time, these people need to be beaten by cold zone barbarians, otherwise the blood-brave gene in their blood may disappear forever!
Hunchun and his warriors from outside the Pass showed the tyrannical and bloody courage of the Manchu ancestors. They fought furiously and bravely. Death in the eyes of these people was just a hangover!
Infantry armed with bayonets dare to countercharge against cavalry. Is this what people in Guan Nei dare to think about?
Can a mortal flesh and blood body compete with a high-speed charging horse without losing momentum? Is this something that people from a farming civilization can do?
People who did not grow up in a completely harsh environment in the cold weather would never be able to have such savage energy!
"Ah...it's broken...fuck..." As soon as Isiha arrived at the battlefield, the scene in front of him scared him so much that he almost fell off his horse.
He watched helplessly as the cavalry rushed forward, but was instantly restrained by a group of infantry. The two sides were strangled together, and in the end, a group of infantry suppressed the cavalry.
Are your cavalry retreating?
Are your eyes tired? The charging horses knocked the enemy soldiers into the air. If previous war experience had been followed, the surrounding infantry would have been scared to death!
But this group of lunatics were not. They were already red-eyed. Even if they saw the tall war horses knocking away their comrades, they would not give an inch. Instead, they drew out their bayonets and stabbed more than a dozen bloody holes in the war horses.
The sharp sword in the hands of the rushing Guanwai Army flashed, and the head of the cavalry on horseback rolled to the ground, and blood spurted out like an arrow.
But the Guanwai Army who was knocked away was not dead yet. All his bones were broken. He held the smoking grenade in his hand and crawled forward!
Boom... there was a loud noise, and the soldiers whose bones were cracked even before they died also dragged more than a dozen rebels to hell together!
This is no longer one life for one life, one life for three lives or even ten lives!
"Fuck... what kind of bullshit battle is this? Isn't it embarrassing for the cavalry to force the two-legged infantry to retreat?"
"Fire the cannons... Damn it, we have cannons!"
The war horse pulled the sports car, and the two inflatable rollers pulled the 88 artillery. They finally arrived. There were not more than two cannons in total. However, as soon as the cannons fired, the battle situation immediately reversed.
Boom boom... the artillery roared, and there was no accuracy in the dark night. A shell passed over the head of the Hunchun army formation, landed in the crop field, and exploded a piece of soil.
Another one exploded near the locomotive, and a group of foreign troops were swept away by the shock wave!
Artillery is the god of war. When he speaks, all primitive blood bravery will be reduced to nothing!
No matter how tough the Guanwai Army was, it was powerless to deal with this long-distance firepower output. Amidst the roar of the cannons, groups of Guanwai Army were killed one after another!
Only then did Zai Tu come back to life. He shouted proudly again, "Open fire...kill Hunchun, you stubborn thing, you have no shame!"
"Destroy all these foreign troops... report your victory to Your Majesty!"
Hunchun had just been thrown to the ground by the shock wave of the explosion. He shook his head and raised his head, wiped the dust from his face and swept the mud above his head.
The eardrums were buzzing, and there were shouts of killing all around. The rebels were rushing towards them like jumping imps in the light of the torches, but there were not many brothers around who could stand up!
"Haha...Is this the end for me? This life is handed down on the battlefield..."
Hunchun turned over and rested his head on the corpses of his brothers. He actually took out a cigarette for himself. The silver lighter was polished. Hunchun actually lay on his back in this hell of killing and smoked a cigarette.
He took a deep breath, letting the taste of nicotine swirl in his lungs. The spicy stimulation lifted his spirits, and he reached out and took out the last grenade.
"Glorious bomb, glorious bomb! You have to work hard. You're going to take away a few more bastards in a while. You have to let me earn a few more, right?"
"Ah... It would be nice if I had another sip of wine, hahaha..."
Hunchun actually reached out and patted the buttocks of the brothers who died in the battle beside him, "Good brothers! Don't go too far, wait for me... I, Hunchun, am incompetent, and I'm so tired that you will lose the battle!"
"Damn it...I will work as a cow and horse for you in my next life! I will pay back what I owe you..."
Hunchun was already prepared to die. Looking at the little devils jumping towards him, he began to estimate the distance and prepare to pull the string.
But at this moment, without any warning or preparation, Hunchun's two ankles were suddenly grabbed tightly, as if a Tu Xingsun suddenly stretched out his hand.
The huge force dragged him suddenly, and the ash from the cigarette on his lips fell into his nostrils!
"Who..." Hunchun subconsciously wanted to pull the string, but another hand tightly held his finger.
"Stop talking... We are from the King of the Far East. General, follow us..."
Hunchun, who was in the dark, couldn't see clearly what was going on. He felt as if his feet were pinched by iron hands, and the huge force dragged him sliding on the ground, rushing forward quickly.
It was so weird. There was no one standing in front of Hunchun. Could it be a ghost that was dragging him? Or is there someone who can crawl on the ground and pull himself along?
But there was no time to ask. The man who took away the glory bomb reached out and covered his mouth again.
"General...we are members of the Jingwu Heroes Association. I can't tell you clearly...anyway, we are all disciples of the King of the Far East..."
"The Jianghu mouth of Tianjin Wei... is all decided by the King of the Far East!"
"General, retreat with peace of mind. The two masters who will take you away are one from Shandong Diliquan, and the other is a disciple of the Eight Drunken Immortals..."
"They all take the route close to the ground, ensuring that the traitors cannot find out..."
"Ah...who are you?" Hunchun asked in a low voice.
Someone smiled with white teeth in the dark night, "Cangzhou...Mizongquan...Huo Yuanjia! General, stop talking, my uncles and I will lure away these traitors..."
