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"Drink~~"
"Ho~~"
"Drink~~"
"Ho~~"
At the gap in the Talos Fortress, the army of Great Food surged in like a tide. The sword and shield wielder led by it kept hitting the shield with the back of the sword, carrying a threatening and murderous aura.
The Han soldiers who guarded the gap responded with silence. They were extremely calm in the face of the pressure of thousands of troops.
The moment the first group of food soldiers poured into the gap, the sharp swan whistle immediately echoed in front of the formation.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang -"
A burst of neat gunshots pierced the sky, and as the firelight burst out, the gunpowder smoke filled the air and dispersed instantly.
The Dashi army on the opposite side instantly rose up in a mist of blood, accompanied by bursts of shrill howls, and fell into the gap in pieces.
A sword and shield wielder had just fallen into the gap. The moment he stood up, Yintang was directly shot by a projectile. The yellow and white brain burst out of his body, carrying a strange smell of blood, which took away the remaining warmth of his body.
Another sword and shield hand held a shield in front of him and moved closer, but the hot projectiles directly penetrated his shield. The high-speed rotating bullets broke through the iron leaves on his chest and directly twisted his internal organs into a ball. His eyes were bleeding from the pain, and he fell in a pool of blood in agony.
There was also a Dashi commander who was even more unlucky. He was shot in the thigh, chest, and lower abdomen. The huge resistance directly knocked him to the ground. He did not die immediately. The alarm from the pain nerve made him wail and open his mouth. During this period, he vomited a mouthful of blood and could only lie in a pool of blood waiting for the favor of death.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang——
The fire was splashing, the sound of gunshots was incessant, and countless corpses had been piled up in the narrow gap.
However, the Dashi army rushed towards the meat grinder without hesitation, trying to conquer the fortress with its numerical advantage.
However, in front of steel, flesh and blood, even if the willpower is extremely poor, is just a futile bloody courage.
Groups of large food soldiers fell in the gap, and countless soldiers continued to advance on the corpses of their companions, and then followed in the footsteps of the former, losing their precious lives in vain on this dry land.
Surman, who was supervising the battle from the rear, couldn't help but take a breath when he saw this terrible scene.
"What's going on with this Han army? Why are they so stubborn?"
Suman was also a famous food general and knew that the number of Han troops in the ruined city would never exceed 3,000.
There are only three thousand people, but my Dashi army has four to five million people. Even if we bury them, we will bury them to death.
But why is the Han army so steady and tenacious...
This was the first time Suman had seen such a battle situation. Why were those Han soldiers so strong-willed? Is it just those firearms that we rely on?
Yes, a firearm, it must be a firearm!
Surman seemed to have found the confidence for the Han army to hold on, and immediately ordered the entire army to continue the attack.
Although the Han army's firearms were sharp, they couldn't last forever, right? After all, fuel is limited. As long as their fuel is exhausted, the Dashi army can still win.
"Keep attacking, don't stop, go all in!"
After thinking about everything, Surman did not order the troops to retreat and continued to let the army attack with all its strength.
At the gap, the corpses of the Dashi army had almost blocked the gap again, and the troops attacking from behind could only rely on climbing to attack.
Geng Gong conservatively estimated that at least two thousand enemy troops had fallen in the gap.
But now, the situation on our side is also not optimistic. The fire gun team has fired more than ten guns in a row, and it is time to dissipate the heat. If the enemy does not retreat, they can only engage in hand-to-hand combat.
Bang bang bang bang bang——
There was another volley of muskets, and a group of large food soldiers on the opposite side immediately rolled down the city wall along with the corpses of their companions.
Just as the second team of musketeers aimed their smoking flintlocks at the gap, Hu Qing finally spoke.
"Retreat to the second line, quickly!"
At the critical moment, the baggage team finally deployed the second line of defenses.
Geng Gong immediately ordered: "After the sword, shield and spear hands are broken, the fire gun team retreats in an orderly manner!"
After finishing speaking, Geng Gong took out the ring-headed sword from his waist, grabbed a shield, and joined the ranks.
The Fire Guns moved from the back row to the front row, and began to retreat to the second line of defense in an orderly manner.
As soon as the firecrackers stopped, the pressure on the Dashi army was immediately reduced. Hundreds of Dashi soldiers successfully squeezed into the gap, howling and killing the Han soldiers.
"The whole army obeys the order!"
"Drink~~"
"attack!!"
"Roar!!"
Geng Gong roared and led the sword and shield men to greet the enemy first. Three hundred sword and shield men and spearmen followed closely behind and rushed towards the food soldiers without hesitation.
Puff, puff—
In an instant, there was a hand-to-hand exchange, and the heavy spear penetrated directly through the body of the food soldier, and blood immediately splattered everywhere.
Compared with shooting with fire guns, fighting with cold weapons is even more cruel.
"Ah~~"
A Dashi soldier screamed, his eyes wide open and his face ferocious, because a spear penetrated his chest and went straight to his back.
Ying Baoluo, who was holding the spear, had an expressionless face. As he pulled back hard, the body of the Dashi soldier moved towards the Han saber shield hand uncontrollably.
Bang~
With a crash, the big food soldier was finally freed. His head was split open by the sword and shield hand, and the spear separated from his body, leaving a section of his sternum exposed to the air.
"Bah~"
Ying Bailuo spat out a mouthful of blood, showing no sympathy for the dead enemy. He continued to scan around for targets with cold eyes.
But when he saw an enemy's intestine hanging from the tip of Asaph's spear, he couldn't help but show a cold expression.
"This Asaph is about to retire from the army and still wants to compete with me for credit. I won't lose to you!"
So, he stabbed out a spear and hit a big food soldier in the cheek. As he twisted the spear in his hand, the enemy's facial features were instantly distorted and turned into a pool of bloody mud...
The hand-to-hand combat has become intense. As the number of enemy troops increases, casualties on the Han army's side are inevitable.
After Geng Gong cut off his opponent's neck with a knife, he looked back and saw that everyone was on standby at the second line of defense. He immediately ordered: "Retreat in an orderly manner!"
After saying that, he swiped his shield with his backhand and overturned an enemy who wanted to sneak attack. The moment the opponent fell to the ground, a Han soldier holding a horse-cutting sword swung down with his sword, cutting him in half.
"General, retreat, we can't hold it anymore!"
The soldier holding a horse-cutting sword pulled Geng Gong and retreated to the rear.
After the sword, shield and spearmen dealt with another wave of enemy attacks, they immediately withdrew towards the second line of defense before the enemy army could reach them in time.
At this time, at the gap, densely packed Dashi troops poured in like locusts. Looking at the retreating Han army, they immediately launched a pursuit.
Just when Geng Gong's troops withdrew into the second line of defenses, Hu Qing led the baggage team and two hundred reserve troops of Geng Gong's troops, and promptly replaced his command position.
"Pull up!"
Facing the surging enemy troops, Geng Gong directly ordered his people to pull up the wind cannons. There were twenty of them, arranged crosswise in a row, and their dark muzzles were aimed at the enemy troops in front.
