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Chapter 100 Defend the Hometown!Defend the strong ground!Defend the Fire Road Pier!
He was very familiar with this expression.

Panic, fear!
He often saw this kind of expression on his enemies—mostly, on the faces of barbarians from the Ming Dynasty.

However, at this time, it unexpectedly appeared on the face of the Jurchen warrior.

Not just the Mongolian armored men... but also the bannermen.

Qi Ding is also afraid?

This became Ali Bai's last thought.

Then, his eyes went dark, and he left this world completely.

……

"Win!"

"Win!"

"Lord Zhao, Wan Sheng!"

"Lord Zhao, Wan Sheng!"

"..."

Looking at the Tartars who fled in a panic, first the strong new army.

Then, there are the people watching the battle behind.

They all cheered like waves.

Gradually, the noisy cheers merged into a simple sentence:

"Lord Zhao, Wan Sheng!"

"Lord Zhao, Wan Sheng!"

"..."

Zhao Cheng held an AK in his left hand and a saber in his right.

His palms were sweating.

At the most tense moment, the Tartars rushed to within forty paces.

Going forward, there will be a large array of large-scale high-voltage electric cat and mouse traps.

That was another hole card prepared by Zhao Cheng. Once it was touched, it would alert the Tartars behind and avoid it, and it would really become the Maginot line of defense.

This battle was won simply.

But Zhao Cheng was also shocked by the fighting will of the Tartars.

Of the seven or eighty people who rushed over, three or forty were killed in the end before the Tartars completely collapsed.

The battle damage rate is around 50.00%.

This battle loss rate is really too exaggerated.

Moreover, this is because all the dead soldiers of the Tartars and Bayalas were wiped out.

Otherwise, with them holding the formation, maybe the Tartars would not be able to collapse now, and would continue to charge forward.

Zhao Cheng's heart beat faster, he swallowed, his throat felt a little dry.

The Jurchens of this era are in the most arrogant period.

The streak of victories has created their invincible strong mentality.

Especially facing the Ming army, their psychological advantage is very strong.

It is simply unacceptable to lose to the Ming army.

That's why the will to fight is so strong.

"Just get used to it."

Zhao Cheng sighed softly.

The Jurchens, who are on the rise and are about to reach their peak, can indeed fight.

But if facing an equally powerful enemy, I am afraid that the will to fight will not be so strong.

The root of everything is their discrimination against the Ming army.

Zhao Cheng believes that with the rise of the powerful army, they will defeat the Tartars time and time again.

The word fear will be planted little by little deep in the hearts of the Tartars.

Let them know what fear is.

At that time, the battle loss ratio of the collapse of the slave army will be reduced a little bit.

Even, fleeing in the face of the wind...

Hearing the cheers around him, he looked at the fiery eyes around him.

Everyone worships him like a god.

Zhao Cheng also showed a smile on his face.

Let everyone have enough food, wear warm clothes, and live in a good house.

Then, lead everyone to win the next battle.

From one victory to another.

After a long time, he is a god!
"Wipe the musket well and prepare for the second battle!
The Tartars will certainly not let it go.

They will definitely launch a second attack immediately.

This time, it will be the main force of the Tartars.

But, fear not.

We also have electric cat and mouse traps!
And the Franco machine gun!
There are more than 3000 fathers and folks behind it!
Victory must be ours!

Let us fight side by side!
Defend your hometown!

Defend strong ground!

Defend Fire Road Pier! "

Zhao Cheng clenched his fists, raised them high, and roared loudly.

"Defend the homeland!"

"Defend the strong land!"

"Defend Fire Road Pier!"

All six hundred strong sergeants raised their arms and roared in unison.

This roar, emanating from the chest, is loud and makes people's blood boil.

"Defend the homeland!"

"Defend the strong land!"

"Defend Fire Road Pier!"

Uncle Laigen took the lead in shouting with a loudspeaker, and the common people in Qiangdi also roared angrily.

They all drew out their machetes, holding a large machete in unison, like a shining forest.

Zhao Cheng has no doubt that at this moment, if there is a need, he only needs to give an order, and these people, regardless of men, women, old or young, will follow him to charge.

Their machetes will definitely chop off at the enemy's head without hesitation.

The Jurchen practice is prostitution, and Qi Ding draws one every three times.

Coupled with logistical assistance, etc., it can almost be said that all the people are soldiers.

Strong Han'er can do the same.

Do not!
It is possible to do better.

Military Heart is available.

This battle is won!
Zhao Cheng looked into the distance.

Then, his eyes narrowed slightly.

The number of Jinjun is a bit too much!

Not just a bull record.

Behind this record, there are more people.

"People of Ming Dynasty!"

Zhao Cheng put down the high powered binoculars.

Understand who those behind are.

Behind this cattle record, there are a large number of young and strong, and there are many cattle, horses and vehicles.

Apparently, this is all the proceeds of their seizure and looting.

The number of young and strong people is more than ten times more than their Niulu.

But they all became captives of these Jurchens.

Zhao Cheng was in a good mood just now because of the availability of military spirit, and suddenly became gloomy.

……

"Run away! Be cut!"

On the other side, Hulu burst into anger.

More than 70 people went there, and less than 40 people came back...

Who can stand this?

What's more, he was defeated by others, and fled back like a wolf running wild.

Looking at these people, they were all wearing their Jin Kingdom's battle armor, with fear on their faces, flustered and palpitations.

This kind of expression was only seen on Minggou's body before.

Now, it actually appeared on their golden country warriors.

Hu Lu was so angry that he swung his knife over and killed a bannerman.

The rest of Ali Bai's subordinates were suddenly trembling with fear.

"My lord, it's not that we're useless, it's that Minggou's firecrackers are too sharp.

Their firecrackers seemed endless, wave after wave..."

The other bannerman trembled and explained.

Half of it is the fear of Lord Hulu, and the other half is the fear of the opposite Ming army.

"Nonsense! Who doesn't know what Minggou's guns are like!
It is you who fear the war and underestimate the enemy, which caused the fiasco!

Don't disturb my military spirit! "

Hu Lu lashed out with a whip, directly drawing a bloodstain on the bannerman's face.

Just kill one as a warning.

It is impossible for him to kill all these people who fled back from Ali Baibu.

As Niulu, he has few people and belongs to a weak Niulu.

This time, following Huang Taiji to chase down Lin Danhan, I just added some Mongols to make up the full 300 quota.

In the previous battle, the losses were already heavy enough.

If all the nearly 40 people who escaped back were killed, his record would be over.

But these defeated soldiers have lost their courage, and it is obvious that they can no longer be dead soldiers to charge forward in this battle.

Snapped!
Hu Lu slapped the bannerman hard on the face again.

"Follow the army.

See how we beat the enemy! "

(End of this chapter)