As soon as Li Lang stabilized his body, two more enemy soldiers rushed forward, one holding a mace in his hand and the other carrying a rifle. Moreover, the armor on these two men was obviously much thicker than that of the other enemy soldiers. It can be considered as heavy armored infantry.
Since both the mace and the step have extremely strong armor-breaking capabilities, Li Lang did not dare to resist the mace coming towards him and could only duck and dodge.
After finally dodging the mace, he was about to pick up the long-handled ax to fight back when he felt a sharp pain in his thigh, which was directly pierced by the horse's spear. The blood instantly dyed the leg armor red.
Moreover, the enemy was extremely experienced. After stabbing Li Lang, he did not immediately pull Bu Shu back, but exerted force to the side.
Li Lang lost his center of gravity and fell sideways to the ground. He almost subconsciously swung the long-handled ax to push back the oncoming mace, and then swung the ax at the enemy holding the rifle.
Unfortunately, the long-handled ax was nearly a foot shorter than the Bu Shu, so Li Lang's attack could not reach the opponent at all.
The enemy who was forced to retreat immediately put down his mace and dragged Bu Liang with his comrades, causing Li Lang to roll back and forth on the ground, unable to stand up at all.
At the same time, another enemy rushed up, also holding a rifle, and stabbed Li Lang in the chest.
Although the three opponents were just three ordinary 'big-headed soldiers', they were wearing heavy armor and holding long weapons, and combined with tacit cooperation, they still pushed the brave Li Lang to the ground and beat him.
On the battlefield, as long as there is a hand-to-hand encounter, everyone is like an idiot and will die at any time.
If Li Lang hadn't been rolling on the ground, Bu Yang would have missed the target and stabbed him in the shoulder. Li Lang would have been dead at this time.
The enemy's blow failed to hit the vital point, so he retracted his rifle and thrust again.
At this moment, an arrow flew over and hit the man in the face.
Before the opponent could scream, the Beixi infantry rushed from the side and stabbed the opponent in the stomach.
The two enemies who had been dragging Li Lang were immediately hacked to death by the Beixi infantry who rushed over.
"General!"
A foot soldier rushed up and cut off the foot on Li Lang's thigh with a knife. Due to the long and violent dragging, the wound had been severely torn and blood was constantly spurting out.
Li Lang's face turned pale. With the help of the infantry, he stood up with force. He ignored his bleeding right leg and stared at the dark enemy in front of him, as if he already knew his fate, and his eyes became more determined.
"Brothers, we have no escape route. If we fall into the hands of the enemy, we will inevitably endure torture that is worse than death.
"Before you die, kill a few more!
"Even if I die, I will make the barbarians in Beidi terrified!"
Li Lang held the infantryman's neck with his left hand and held a long-handled ax in his right hand. He stood on his left foot, his eyes full of determination to die generously.
Following the order, the No. 100 infantrymen, who had barely gathered themselves together, once again launched an attack on the enemy who was like a vast ocean in front of them.
"kill!"
The thundering roar resounded through the sky, and Li Lang, who fought hard, gradually disappeared among the enemy's heavy siege.
At the same time, the war in Qingyu Mountain has been burning for three full days!
There were more than 30 soldiers who mutinied that day. Xu Qian executed him on the spot, and appointed 500 of the most elite soldiers to form a supervisory army, forcing the remaining army to launch another moth-to-flame attack on the top of the mountain. offensive.
Xu Qian didn't dare to stop. The good news had been sent back to the royal capital. Xu Qian couldn't bear the crime of deceiving the king. At present, he could only have room for maneuver by annihilating the Tianji Camp guards at all costs.
As for the casualties of the search and suppression army, Xu Qian only needed to open his mouth to cover it up.
The search and suppression army knew that advancing or retreating would lead to death. It would be too uncomfortable to die in the hands of one's own people, so it was better to give it a try. If they could kill the Tianji camp guards, they could be promoted to a higher rank.
It is precisely because of this that the search and suppression army launched an almost crazy offensive on the top of the mountain. Even though the casualties were heavy and the battle losses were disproportionate, the offensive still had no intention of stopping.
Since the search and suppression army had the numerical advantage and took turns taking turns, Qin Feng's soldiers were exhausted. The fierce battles for three consecutive days and nights almost overwhelmed every soldier. Even Qin Feng could hardly hold on anymore. He felt weak all over and could be threatened at any time. Fall down.
The stones and crossbars stored on the mountain have been used up, and the arrows have been consumed at an alarming rate. There are only less than three thousand arrows left. What makes Qin Feng most heartbroken is naturally the casualties of the soldiers.
More than forty people were killed, and more than sixty people were injured! Although the enemy's losses were greater, it was conservatively estimated that no less than three thousand people were killed by stones, crossbars, arrows, and horses!
The advantages of terrain and combat power were infinitely magnified, but no matter how great they were, they could not make up for the gap in numbers.
If the fight continues, Qin Feng and his soldiers will be completely wiped out in less than two hours.
"Hold on, Ning Qianhu? Ning Hu! Where did you die? Move the oil tank quickly!"
Not long after, Ning Hu, who was covered in injuries and looked like a bloody man, ran over panting, with eight guards behind him carrying two cylinders of kerosene.
Fortress No. 1 has been lost, and fortresses No. 2 and 3 are in danger.
Qin Feng made a decisive decision: "Abandon the second line of defense and everyone retreat to the top of the mountain!"
After more than a dozen guards climbed back to the top of the mountain, Qin Feng immediately gave the order to pour out the kerosene.
Two cylinders of oil poured down the hillside. Qin Feng threw the torch, and the raging fire instantly covered the south-facing hillside. The enemy troops who had no time to retreat were directly burned into burning men, screaming, roaring and cursing, and mixed into a ball, like a purgatory on earth. .
Looking at the tragic scene in front of him, Qin Feng glared angrily. This long and desperate battle has tempered Qin Feng's heart like cold iron, and he can no longer feel any mercy!
These two tanks of oil were originally reserved to deal with the shield soldiers, but the battle situation was urgent and Qin Feng had no choice but to burn everything.
The raging fire finally drove back the enemy's intensive offensive.
Looking at the enemy troops retreating to the mountainside, Qin Feng was not at all relaxed.
If the next wave of offensive comes, and it is still a shield soldier, it will no longer be able to stop the enemy's progress.
The Jin Yiwei who Qin Feng bet everything on has not returned yet, and he doesn't know whether his actions were blocked or he was discovered by the enemy and has been wiped out.
Qin Feng is not a person who likes to leave things to chance, but now he has no choice but to wait for a miracle to happen.
The relaxed laughter of the past was gone on the top of the mountain. All the soldiers were exhausted physically and mentally, and sat on the ground with numb faces.
Or they would be in a daze holding Bu Su, or they would simply lie on the ground and fall asleep without noticing anything else going on.
In this desperate situation, even the morale of the Tianji Camp guards has reached its limit.
Qin Feng silently turned around and returned to the watchtower, squatting on the ground expressionlessly, sharpening the tip of his spear, ready for the final battle.
The dandy boy who used to be well-dressed and well-fed was long gone, replaced by a cold-blooded general who couldn't even remember how many enemies he had killed.
