The general of the Han Dynasty resigns his family and destroys the crippled thieves, and vows to conquer the barbarians with his great ambition!
In the snow, a group of Ming army soldiers who would rather die than surrender braved the enemy's arrows and the falling rocks to climb bravely.
Everything is just for the last persistence.
As long as the bright flag does not fall, Han Zuo will never be destroyed!
Wang Wupan was at the front.
It was he who led these people to the path of no return, so if he dies, he should die first!
If you don't die, let Wushan become a monument that will never fall down in the land of China!
If he dies, it will be convenient for Yama in the underworld of Quantai to raise the banner again!
He is a hero in life and a ghost in death.
Life is only a few decades long, so there is nothing to fear and nothing to love!
Not for the common people, but also for the two ounces of meat under the crotch!
We can't let those Tatars say that all Han people are eggless cowards!
The rebels on the slope quickly discovered the movements of Wang Wu's troops, and almost as fast as they breathed, a crisp sound of gunfire came.
That gun was aimed at Wang Wu!
And its face is not protected by armor!
In the moment before the sound of the gun sounded, a figure was holding a card in front of Wang Wu. Immediately, the sound of the gun was heard, and then the dull sound of lead being hammered into the wood was heard from the card. His right hand was shaken, and then a wisp of blood splashed out and fell on the white snow.
"Captain, be careful! Let me, Cao Diwei, go first!"
The one with the gun in his right hand bleeding profusely was Cao Diwei, the fifth soldier of the king, who was also one of the seventeen armored soldiers.
Without waiting for Wang Wu to express his opinion, Cao gritted his teeth and endured the pain, holding up the cards and continuing to rush upward.
The figure is in front of Wang Wu, trying to use his body to shield the captain from all dangers from above.
Blood dripped down the cards onto the snow, as dazzling as white cream dotted with red strawberries.
"Brothers!"
Wang Wu's heart was burning, and there seemed to be tens of thousands of hot flames in his chest that were about to spit out between the heaven and the earth.
Pointing their long swords at each other, more than three hundred soldiers pounded the rebels on the slope like clenched fists in the void.
"kill!"
"kill!"
The roar echoed across the slopes.
It’s the will, it’s the soul!
The Ming army's fearlessness caused all the rebels on the slope to panic.
"Let's go, let's go, let's go!"
"Shoot them, shoot them!"
"Hold them off and never let the thieves come up!"
"..."
The rebel commander was named General Wan Yunlong, who was originally a bandit in the Huaiqing area and joined the Dashun Army in the 17th year of Chongzhen's reign.
Seeing the Ming army down the slope so desperate, and the armored soldiers rushing in front, each one seemed to want to eat them alive, this made Wan Yunlong feel a sense of panic inexplicably, and he couldn't help but take a breath of air.
In his mind, the Ming army at the end of their rope could not be so fierce, let alone two to three hundred people as powerful as a thousand troops.
Whose subordinates are they?
With no time to think, all Wan Yunlong could do at this time was to suppress the panicked soldiers and suppress the Ming army at the risk of his life. Otherwise, even if he could escape from the hands of the Ming army, the Marquis would not spare him.
"Fuck, hit!"
Wan Yunlong's officers also forced themselves to direct the soldiers to shoot down the slope with muskets and bows and arrows.
The armored Ming army rushing at the front was naturally their key target.
The lead fired by the rebels' rough fire cannons was not powerful enough to penetrate the armor of the Transparent Army, and the arrows hitting the armor only made a crisp "ding-dong-dang" sound.
The armored Ming troops who attacked with broadswords all held cards in their hands, huddled forward like a turtle formation, making the rebels' muskets, bows and arrows hit them like broken bones.
Wang Wu led his armored soldiers up steadily. Although the distance was close, the slope was steep. Only when he was within 20 steps of the rebels would he rush to kill them with his sword. Otherwise, he would be easily tripped by the terrain.
The rebels soon realized that they had nothing to do with the armored Ming troops in front, so they turned to shoot muskets, bows and arrows at the Ming troops behind them.
Some rebels, led by officers, used stones to hit Ming army armored soldiers.
The soldiers of the Ming Dynasty who were only wearing cotton-padded armor immediately suffered casualties. They were hit by bullets or arrows. Some of them fell down with every step forward, but it did not affect their determination to die and rush upward following the general.
A stone as big as a fist passed over the head of Cao Diwei in front and hit Wang Wu's helmet.
With a "thud" sound, Wang Wu felt his head being hit by something. He felt a little dull and dizzy, and then his helmet was taken off backwards and rolled to the ground.
Not caring whether he was injured or picking up his helmet, Wang Wu gritted his teeth and led the group to move on.
More and more stones fell, and a larger stone hit an armored soldier in the leg. His feet suddenly lost strength and rolled downwards.
Stones kept falling on the Ming army soldiers wearing iron armor. Although the stones were not big, they still kept getting injured.
Some stones fell on the heads of the Ming soldiers without helmets at the rear, causing their heads to burst open on the spot, and blood gushed out.
Some were so dizzy after being hit that they lost their footing and fell down the slope.
"shoot!"
Zhao Jinzhong, who followed the team and rushed within a hundred steps, saw that the situation ahead was not good, and immediately raised his big bow and shot the general at the rebel who was looking down on the slope.
The arrow flew away from the string, and the strong force caused the arrow to make a whistle-like sound while flying at high speed.
There was a sound of "Puff", and the sound fell and the arrow arrived!
The sharp arrow hit the rebel general's left eye.
Although he failed to break out of the skull, the rebel's left eyeball and eyelid were brought deep into the skull.
"ah!"
The rebel screamed in pain and subconsciously wanted to pull out the arrow stuck in his eye, but he couldn't find the courage to pull it out under the tentacles.
Dozens more arrows came "whooshing" from below, and seven or eight rebel gunmen who were aiming at the Ming army were shot one after another, unable to avoid them.
The sound of fire cannons also sounded from below. The spurting cannons either hit the rocks and caused sparks to fly, or they punched small bloody holes in the rebels' bodies.
There was chaos on the slope.
The short-term chaos of the rebels gave Wang Wu the opportunity to get closer. When he was still more than twenty steps away from the rebels, he suddenly raised the card in his left hand and waved the sword forward in his right hand: "For the sake of the Ming Dynasty." , kill the enemy!"
"Kill the enemy!"
Along with the roar, the Ming army wearing iron armor no longer had to huddle as before, and their heavy bodies kept leaping forward in the snow on the slopes.
"They're coming up... The thieves are coming up!"
Vaguely, Wang Wu heard someone shouting from the rebels on the slope, and a rebel Qian Zong looked directly at him from a distance of more than ten steps.
The long knife in his hand seemed to be trembling.
Wang Wu, who had jumped more than ten steps in a row, jumped up in one stride.
With a swipe of the knife, the right arm of a rebel soldier who was raising the knife to chop him down was cut off by him on the spot. The moment blood spurted out of his body, it was like a column of blood.
"go to hell!"
Wang Wuli ignored the soldier who was holding his broken arm and wailing. He held the knife in both hands and slashed hard at the rebel Qian Zong.
Mr. Qian didn't know whether he was frightened by Wang Wu's appearance or was shocked by the fearless spirit of this desperate Ming army. He didn't immediately raise his sword to block.
By the time he reacted, Wang Wu's knife had already fallen from mid-air. With a "bang" sound, the knife that rebel leader Qian could have raised was slashed to the ground by Wang Wu.
What fell together with the long knife was a palm with five fingers on the ground that was still moving!
"you!"
Mr. Qian looked at his missing right arm with a horrified look on his face. He felt a sudden pain in the back of his head in shock, and actually asked the Ming army armored man in front of him to grab his pigtails.
The force was so strong that it felt like his entire scalp was about to be torn apart.
Amid the wails and screams, there was a feeling of coldness at the back of his head.
When his neck was twisted, a piece of scalp as big as the palm of his hand had separated from his head and hung precariously on his back.
"Bah!"
The braids fall to the ground.
