The key thing is, he has a question mark in his mind as to how much fighting spirit he still has.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh.
He looked at the young lady who was constantly treating the injured security team, with a look of envy in his eyes.
"The injured ones, ah chirp, you ah chirp, treat, ah chirp, treat, ah chirp." Hu Gefu said while ah chirping, looking at the injured subordinates, and looking at Luo Xia and others intently.
Although he spoke intermittently, Chen Ming knew what he meant through his eyes.
He raised his tin trumpet, looked at all the barbarians, and said loudly: "As long as you surrender, we will treat them all."
Hu Gefu looked at all the barbarians and lowered his head sadly, thinking: "This is the best condition I can get for you."
"Surrender, ah! Surrender, ah!" After saying that, he dropped the sword, bow and arrow in his hand and threw it on the ground.
As soon as he surrendered, some of the other Hu people were sad, some were happy, and some were relieved.
These barbarians hesitated again and again, but still threw down their swords, bows and arrows and surrendered one after another.
After all, the security team has promised to heal their injuries, and this is the best result.
The security team had a doctor on site to treat them, and she was also a beautiful young lady.
The Hu people didn't know that except Luo Xia, who was a doctor, the rest of these young ladies were nurses.
However, in the eyes of the barbarians, anyone who can treat people is considered a doctor, not to mention that they also invited shamans to come and perform magic tricks to treat people.
Can a shaman heal? Minor illnesses may be possible, but these are all injuries, and many are serious injuries.
The shaman cannot solve the problem at all. At most, it can only provide psychological comfort.
The security team is really good. Not only are their firearms powerful, but their treatment capabilities are beyond the reach of the barbarians.
Compared with the security corps, the barbarians can be said to be in the sky and on the ground.
Some Hu people even thought that it would be nice to join the security corps.
Don't think it's strange for the Hu people to have this kind of thinking. In fact, this kind of thinking is the most normal among the Hu people.
Hu people only worship the strong and follow whoever is stronger.
At first they thought the security team was only good at firearms, and they were not convinced.
Seeing that the security team gave up their firearms and fought with them with swords, I felt that their opportunity had come.
They are afraid of the security corps when it comes to firearms, but are they also afraid of the security corps when it comes to swords?
Seeing the opponent's commander coming out with a sword, they hoped that the captain would win the battle for them.
Until they saw Chen Ming, the captain and Mu Geer fighting with swords and swords, these barbarians finally felt relieved.
What they never expected was that their most powerful commander actually failed and was captured by the opponent.
Yes, they were poisoned (the barbarians regarded experimental bombs as poisonous weapons), but the commander still had the advantage of commanding the troops.
The captain and Chen Ming should be evened out. Facts have proved that the security team is not only powerful with firearms, but also powerful with swords.
Moreover, the security group has fought three major battles with the barbarians so far and has never failed.
If the security team is not strong, which one is?
At the Yuanshanzi battlefield, Teng Heng and Feng Anyong were operating the cyclone cannon and discussing at the same time.
Teng Heng carefully looked at the Hu people's eyes and saw that their eyes were always looking at the cyclone cannon.
"Could it be, could it be?" Teng Heng thought for a while and suddenly said: "It seems that they regarded the cyclone cannon as gold? Is this really strange?"
"They actually regard the cyclone cannon as gold. Is this a murderous weapon?" Feng Anyong frowned.
A messenger ran to Feng Anyong. Feng Anyong took the note and nodded to Teng Heng.
"Sure enough, you guessed it right." Feng Anyong looked at a note and then looked at Teng Heng, a little funny, "The barbarians have given orders to reward the cyclone cannon with a thousand taels of gold."
Teng Heng carefully stroked the cyclone cannon, like a BMW.
"I understand." He stroked the cyclone cannon and said to Feng Anyong: "I heard that the Hu people have already built the cyclone cannon, but it looks like a broom. Its appearance, speed, range, safety, and angle are far inferior to ours. Cyclone Cannon.”
"For the Hu people, this cyclone cannon is indeed worth a thousand taels of gold." Feng Anyong looked at the crazy Hu people and stroked the cyclone cannon, and couldn't help but sigh.
"A thousand taels of gold? More than ten thousand taels of gold, right?" As a reduced general, Teng Heng was deeply touched by the cyclone cannon of the security group. "The biggest difference between the barbarians and the security group is firearms."
"How can barbarians be compared with the Song Dynasty?" Thinking of this, Feng Anyong felt very comfortable, "This is the difference between civilization and barbarism."
Teng Heng looked at the fierce attacking Hu people and reminded: "The Hu people sent out so many people, it seems they are determined to win."
"Pass my order, fight to the bitter end, and repel the Hu attack." Feng Anyong said to the local messenger, "We must not let the cyclone cannon fall into the hands of the Hu. We must destroy it as a last resort."
The three barbarian captains of Yuanshanzi, Hu Deglin, Peter Keefu, and Linte Geer, beat their own drums respectively.
The barbarian yelled, picked up the table, a simple version of the trench bridge, an axe, and a hammer, and ran towards the security team.
These table arrays are arranged in a stylish manner, like a long snake from beginning to end.
The barbarians were resisting the table, and there were barbarians hiding under the table with axes and hammers in their hands.
"They learned their lesson yesterday, and their weapons are no longer the same." Teng Heng said with a frown while operating the cyclone cannon to fire.
"The Hu people are fully prepared this time." Feng Anyong took a closer look and couldn't help frowning: "There is a table this time. It is obviously used to withstand the thunder. The ax and hammer are aimed at the table, and the trench bridge is used to cross the trench. of."
Although the banging thunder was powerful, it seemed to have no effect on the Hu people's Eight Immortals Table.
If there is any impact, it is that the Eight Immortals Table shakes, leaving ugly black scars.
The most depressing person was not the two battalion leaders Feng Anyong and Teng Heng, but Wen Shuai, the commander of the Tornado Cannon.
In the past, the cyclone cannon could be said to be the backbone of the entire security group, but now it has no effect?
What the security team relies on is the cyclone cannon.
If the cyclone cannon is ineffective, then wouldn't he, the formation leader, be useless?
"What? Table, the Hu people are learning from the security team now." Wen Shuai, the commander of the Tornado Cannon, squinted his eyes and looked at the table carefully. He couldn't help but feel overjoyed, "It seems that there is nothing on the Hu people's table."
"There is no quilt or iron sheet, so we are afraid of fire. Prepare rockets." After Feng Anyong finished speaking, he lit the rocket and shot at the barbarians.
Teng Heng also lit the rocket, and while shooting the arrow, he shook his head and said: "The Hu people want to learn the Eight Immortals Table tactics of our security group, but they didn't expect that painting a tiger will not turn out to be an anti-dog."
"The Hu people are not stupid either. Seeing how powerful the Eight Immortals Table is in the security group, they also learned the Eight Immortals Table defensive tactics." Feng Anyong nodded and reminded at the same time: "But the Hu people's offensive has also changed. Now they have axes, hammers, and trench bridges. Just be careful."
The two of them were talking and shooting arrows without being affected at all.
The offense and defense of both sides changed unconsciously.
Yesterday, the barbarians fired rockets to attack and the security group defended with a table formation. Today, the security group used rockets and the barbarians used a table formation to attack.
Fighting, fighting, fighting, the security group's rockets hid on top of the tables that were shot at the barbarians, and they immediately began to burn.
The barbarians did not panic. The table was still burning and they ran quickly.
Seeing that the Hu attack was effective, the Hu commander who was beating the drum behind him became even more excited.
"The table array is really powerful. It's not afraid of fire or firearms." Hu Degreen laughed loudly while beating the drum.
Peter Keefe also beat the drum and observed, laughing loudly: "This is using the Nanman's table formation to deal with the Nanman's firearms. The Nanman's firearms must be powerful. I didn't expect that their table formation can withstand their own firearms. What is this called? Woolen cloth?"
Peter Keefe is purely a martial artist and does not know the origin and term of this term.
He looked at Hu Degreen beside him. Hu Degreen thought for a while, shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"This is called using the spear of the son to attack the shield of the son." Lintegel thought for a while and finally said it.
Hu Degreen suddenly realized it and laughed loudly: "That's right, that's the word."
Below the barbarian table formation is another group of barbarians, holding axes and hammers in their hands. Their attack target is the security group's table formation.
As long as they can cover themselves in front of the trench, the barbarians can confidently throw the ax through the table formation of the security regiment and kill the soldiers of the security regiment behind the table formation.
And even more powerful is the hammer, which is the barbarian's weapon against the table formation.
Feng Anyong stopped shooting and looked carefully at the Hu people's table array.
He thought for a moment and said to Wen Shuai, the leader of the cyclone cannon: "Have you seen the Eight Immortals Table? It can only defend the top, but cannot defend the two sides."
"The battalion leader asked us to bomb the openings where the barbarian's intention is. Okay, we understand." Wen Shuai looked at the barbarian Eight Immortals table, suddenly realized, and nodded.
Wen Shuai said to his men: "Everyone, aim at the gap in the barbarian table array and fire hard."
After saying that, he took the lead in adjusting the caliper on the cyclone cannon, aimed at the gap meant by the table, and operated the cyclone cannon to shoot.
Boom, boom, boom, this time the explosion was not above the barbarian table array, but on both sides of the table array.
This time, the ceramic shards did not attack the Hu’s head and upper body, but the area below the chest.
Ahhhhh, ahhhhh, the barbarians let out bursts of screams.
In the continuous explosions, the Hu people's waist, legs and even the middle of the thigh were hit by ceramic shards.
The Hu man, who was slightly injured, gritted his teeth and picked up the table and continued to move forward.
The seriously injured Hu Ren wanted to hold on, but after shaking his body a few times, he couldn't hold on anymore.
They fell down, and gaps in the densely packed table array suddenly appeared.
Originally, these table formations were a long snake formation, but now they were suddenly broken into several pieces.
"Aim at the gap and bomb vigorously." Wen Shuai couldn't help but be overjoyed, and shouted to his men while manipulating the cyclone cannon.
Boom, boom, the gap in the table array was caught by the security team.
The barbarians holding axes and hammers under the table array all screamed and fell down one after another.
These table formations have reached less than fifty steps away from the trenches of the security regiment. If they reach a distance of twenty steps, the axes in the hands of the barbarians can be thrown over.
No matter how strong the Eight Immortals Table is, it can only block the ax for a moment. Over time, it may be split by the axe.
Wen Shuai smiled, his cyclone cannon finally worked, and the original depression was finally gone.
Feng Anyong breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the Hu people. When he saw the Hu people pointing at the security team, he couldn't help frowning and asked: "Do the Hu people have any new methods?"
Hudeglin thought for a while and said to a centurion: "Take the warriors up and use three tables to protect the top, left and right sides respectively."
"Exactly, this three-sided defense, let's see what other options the Southern Barbarians have now?" Peter Keefe thought about it and couldn't help laughing.
Lintegel thought for a while and added: "The firearms of the Nanman are powerful. Try to stay as low as possible so that you can defend yourself against the firearms of the Nanman."
The centurion under their command thought about it and it did make sense.
Several centurions shouted, picked up the table and rushed to the trench of the security regiment.
"Just now, the Hu people were in a long snake formation, and now they are in a long turtle formation. The Hu people are really not fools." Wen Shuai looked at the Hu people's formation and couldn't help but frowned.
His cyclone cannon encountered another problem. The barbarians not only had more people, but also had more methods.
