"You guys from Baishan and Heishui... teach these people in Guan Nei what fucking fighting is... stuff them back into my belly and train them all over again..."
Wild, savage, and disciplined through rigorous training, the 1,500 people in the three military camps outside the Pass have gone crazy!
There is no distance between us and the enemy at all, and they are strangled together in a large area. It is a life-and-death struggle in which lives are exchanged. In this kind of chaotic battle, the higher the quality of the individual soldier, the greater the advantage.
There is no fear in the hearts of these barbarians outside the pass. They just accept death simply. General Hunchun is kind to us. He allows us to move forward and no one retreats.
If there is a mountain in front of you, crush it; if there is a river in front of you, fill it up; if you encounter a jackal, tiger or leopard, kill it!
No matter how cruel the battlefield is, it can't compare to the cruelty of hunting tigers and bears in the Xing'an Mountains. I didn't show any fear at that time. How could I still be scared of killing people now?
"Come... come and kill me..." The short, strong Mongolian man had bulging muscles all over his body, his belly was bulging, and his neck was no longer visible.
Both hands held a melon-edge iron hammer, which was stained with blood and rust, full of the vicissitudes of history!
Weapons passed down from our ancestors for ten generations were used to kill people with ease, smashing a forehead with a pop, and smashing another Tianling Cap with a pop.
The rebel cavalry who had been showing off their power just now were knocked off their horses one by one. Their heads were like open cans, and all the stuffing spurted out.
Of course, the more traditional sword is the waist knife. Cao Futian saw with his own eyes that the waist swords in the hands of no less than twenty Guanwai soldiers were simply ghost-headed swords, one size larger than those used to behead heads at Caishikou.
When it is swung, it makes a noise like a ghost, and every brain is chopped off like tofu.
Such a group of murderers have no fear, and they don't even know the pain when their bodies are injured. Some dying people even hold the rebels' thighs before dying and use small daggers to plunge them downwards in three directions. .
The three armies must not take away their momentum. If they are taken away from their momentum in battle, they will be just a bunch of lambs waiting to be slaughtered!
Cao Futian and others had gone crazy. They didn't expect that thousands of people of their own could be suppressed by a force of 1,500 Guanwai troops. The two armies collided with each other. It only took more than ten minutes for the rebels' front line to be suppressed. Back away.
"Damn... what kind of evil beast is this? Woohoo... I won't fight anymore... I want to go home..."
There was already someone in the crowd who couldn't stand such brutal killing. His face was sprayed with brains, and white liquid was sprayed into his mouth. He vomited in disgust, tears streaming down his face, and he was about to become a deserter.
But even a deserter has to escape with his life. Before he could straighten up, the blunt end of a steel ax hit him, breaking his backbone with a crack. After this guy vomited his dinner, the next thing he vomited out was blood. .
He fell to the ground with a thud, leaving only two legs twitching!
"Resist it... fucking resist it... Innocent Mother... Vacuum Hometown... Holy Mother White Lotus... These are all evil spirits, don't be afraid..."
Cao Futian was hiding at the back of the team, his voice almost sobbing. Looking at the suppressed army, he seemed to see his fame and wealth disappearing little by little.
If he loses, how can he hang out in the new dynasty in the future? He doesn’t even want to be a slave!
He wanted to rush forward and imitate the generals in those dramas, taking the lead, but his legs were as if they were filled with lead, and he dared not move forward for life and death.
"What kind of murderous god is this... Innocent Old Mother... White Lotus Virgin... Vacuum Hometown..."
Cao Futian could no longer think clearly. He even revealed the incision of the White Lotus Sect, which was most taboo to the imperial court. This meant that no one paid attention on the battlefield.
If anyone dared to say these words in public during normal times, the imperial court would kill them all!
What makes Cao Futian even more horrified is that the core battalion of the four battalion leaders has not moved at all. It has no intention of participating in the battle at all. It is like a huge black tofu block, calmly observing the changes on the battlefield.
"Who are those people? They've been beaten to this point, do they still have any mercy? They look down on people, this is looking down on people..."
The most incredible battle in the entire Tianjin campaign broke out tonight. One thousand and five foreign troops stopped five thousand rebels, including one thousand cavalry.
Even though they were fighting like this, the Guanwai Army was still suppressing them. Five thousand people died layer by layer, and then retreated like a tidal wave.
Each wave of offensives left dead soldiers on the ground, and then the battle line retreated further and further. They were about to retreat to the station, and they were about to retreat to the last few carriages. The ammunition was rescued.
Cao Futian's crotch was wet and dried again, and his heart, liver, gallbladder, and lungs were shattered into thousands of pieces. He made up his mind to retreat to the edge of the platform, and I would not care about anything but raise my legs and run away.
The green camp soldiers in the late Qing Dynasty were actually a group of common people with guns. They could not do much except bully the poor who were weaker than them.
Yihequan is a group of stupid lunatics among the common people, and they are quite good at fighting with the wind. Once they encounter such a murderous evil spirit, they will immediately become intimidated.
Only a thousand cavalry can be considered elite, but it is a pity that these cavalrymen, Guiziliu, are good at fighting the civil war. Facing the Chinese Iron Army and the Guanwai Army trained by Hunchun, their skills are terrible.
The first to completely collapse were the thousand cavalry who were the first to enter the battle. After more than half an hour of fighting, there were less than four hundred left. The few surviving commanders could no longer bear to die.
"Leave some cavalry seeds for Your Majesty... Withdraw... Withdraw..."
The last group of cavalry turned their horses and fled north. These deserters were so frightened that they didn't even dare to look back!
"Fuck you... Damn it... you escaped first?" Cao Futian and other Yihe boxing masters jumped on their feet and cursed.
"Withdraw... let's not fight. We won't fight..."
Cao Futian finally gave the order to retreat. Looking at the layers of corpses on the battlefield, Cao Futian shrank his neck and turned his head to run away. But at this moment, there were waves of low horn horn sounds coming from the direction of the pontoon bridge to the west.
Ohh Ohh ohh……
"Kill...kill...Master Ronglu is here...kill...if you dare to run away, kill without mercy..."
"The front team retreats, and the rear team kills the front team... If the officers retreat, the soldiers can be killed on the spot..."
"General Ronglu is here...kill him back...kill them all..."
Ronglu arrived in person at the critical moment. After all, he was born in the army and knew the importance of this battle. He was still worried about Cao Futian. He brought three thousand elites from his direct lineage just after crossing the pontoon bridge, and formed an array to fight towards the east of the station. .
Three thousand elites drove down and less than three thousand Green Camp soldiers turned around and killed the Guanwai Army again!
There were bursts of horn horn sounds on the ground, the momentum was full, and the sluggish morale was stirred up again.
When the horn blew, the five hundred men in the Guanwai Army who had never moved suddenly raised their heads collectively, with cold light in their eyes!
Boom... everyone stand up!
Crash...the bayonets were loaded into the barrel like a forest!
