Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 402 Blocking
Getting closer to the ears, those representing the Jurchen army are already rushing towards the sound of horseshoes.

And behind them, from time to time, there were members of the Dengzhou Navy who were anxious to get angry, yelling frantically and urging 'Hurry up, hurry up'.

After the above various messy voices were all intertwined together, it was called a terrible chaos.

It's just that the above chaotic voices didn't affect the two senior veterans, Er Pang and Lao Snake, in the slightest.

Talk!After being knocked out following Hu Biao's deadly rush to the street, Yue Fei and others were carried onto the warship.

In fact, their system mission this time, in a sense, has been completely completed.

Because those Jurchens currently don't have the slightest ability to fight in water, they can only let these people leave swaggeringly.

The two of them are currently in this position, but they are trying their best to block the footsteps of those Jurchens before they die in battle, so that more people can board the ship and escape.

It's not for any damn mission, it's just for these compatriots from thousands of years ago, so that they can do something before they die.

With such a calm mind, the two things completely let go.

Er Fatty put a total of six throwing guns in a backpack behind him, one by one, in the most convenient position at hand; for Old Snake, he adjusted the quiver to the most convenient position for him.

What needs to be explained is that they led two thousand civilian husbands.

At present, there is no guard on the two-meter-high wall, intending to keep the opponent out.

The main reason is that after the 2000 people were distributed to one side surrounded by water, there were still three walls left, which did not have any favorable terrain conditions at all.

On the contrary, in the area in front of the pier, because there are many shacks and other complex terrain, if they fight in formation, the troops can be more concentrated.

So these 100 civilians set up a row of [-] people in front of the pier, a total of [-] rows.

Lao Snake and Er Fatty both stood in the third row of the queue, which should be regarded as a relatively easy place to die.

The infantry formation of twenty rows is generally thick.

It's a pity that the total training time of these people did not exceed half a day; the formation that was able to be arranged in a short time was amazing.

In addition, in this formation, the sword and shield are still in front, the spear is in the hand, the sword and axe are next, and the archers are placed in the last order.

It's just that no matter which kind of serious weapon there is, the number is extremely scarce.

Most of the personnel, the weapons in their hands are still sharpened wooden sticks.

The only thing that can be expected is that facing those opponents who are getting closer, a group of civilians glanced at the positions behind them.

Those loaded with their loved ones have sailed away from the docks; after the warships that are currently waiting on the sea, ready to go at any time.

The look of a deadly battle in his eyes is so unwavering.

In the end, with a bang of 'dongdong~', the Jurchens who had rushed outside the Taiping Fort were crazily banging on the gate, just as they were about to break open.

The old snake ignited a rocket in his hand and shot at a shack.

Among the 2000 people who were cut off, after all were added together, the archers, who had a total of only a hundred or so people, also did the same one after another.

After many days of dry weather, these shacks were quickly set on fire.

Then a raging fire was ignited, and it became a continuous trend; in this way, those Jurchens could only rush over through a total of three tunnels between the shacks.

It was in such a way that the Jurchen army could not rush over in a swarm...

******
When the fire just ignited, the gate was knocked down to the ground with a "bang~" at last.

Hundreds of Jurchens in heavy armor rushed in; without the slightest hesitation, they took the lead and rushed towards this side, rushing into the passageway with fire on both sides.

In just dozens of breaths, the striker among them had already reached the front of the formation, about 60 meters away.

"Arrow~"

The moment the old snake roared out such a sentence, he shot an arrow with his hand full of step bows.

After the arrow flew out, perhaps because of some luck, it shot into the eye socket of a war horse, and immediately made the war horse go mad with pain.

No matter how hard the knight on the horse tried to control it, if his head tilted, he would rush into the burning shack beside him.

The unlucky guy above immediately let out a scream that was extremely miserable, and it didn't sound like a human scream at all.

It's a pity that the performance of other archers who are civilian husbands is not so good.

After a hundred sharp arrows flew out, most of them were bounced off the Jurchens' armors.

Only two or three unlucky ones fell off their horses screaming because they were shot in the face and neck, where there was no armor protection.

It didn't have the slightest impact on the overall charge of the Jurchens.

After arriving at the Jurchens and rushing to about 30 steps in front of the formation, Er Fatty yelled 'throw~' in his mouth.

In one breath, he threw the six spears in front of him all at once; the main reason was that he also knew that if he continued to grind, he would not even have such a chance to throw.

Throwing guns, what do you say?

Apart from the fact that the distance is a little closer, there is no need to have the slightest doubt about its power.

Er Fatty's first throwing spear hit a Jurchen's chest, and the fine fish-scale iron armor on the man's body didn't provide any protection at all, and the whole person was directly pierced.

Even after falling off the horse, the whole person was nailed to the ground.

And when Er Fatty threw his first gun, a large number of shabby throwing objects such as stones and kitchen knives were also thrown out of the formation one after another.

no way!This is the only means of throwing for the people.

Fortunately, regardless of these throwing attacks, they look ridiculously shabby, but after adding two or three hundred of them together, the power is not bad.

The dozen or so riders who rushed to the front were forced to fall down by them.

The problem is, compared to the opponent's attack, it is more deadly; almost at the same time, those Jurchens also threw out their iron bones and throwing axes to fight back.

Among these serious killing weapons, except for those with shields in their hands in the first row, they were lucky to survive.

Many of the remaining people were smashed to the ground on the spot.

In an instant, many gaps were smashed into the unorganized queue; before Old Snake and Er Fatty could growl, let the people behind them fill in the gaps, those Jurchen cavalrymen Just rushed up.

And then, the tragedy began.

The sound of 'Kaka~' the spears breaking kept ringing out. It was after the horses that rushed to the front were stabbed by many serious spears.

While dying on the spot, the wild charging momentum continued to move forward. After knocking down four or five people in a row, he brought the knight above him down.

In the process of one place, the peasants on both sides frantically attacked the knight on horseback.

However, the sharpened wooden spears in their hands were too weak for opponents in heavy armor.

Even if the originally sharp wooden spear in their hand was broken under the fierce stabbing of their molars, the knight above was just screaming in pain under the pain.

Instead, the Jurchens who were riding on horseback were greeted by weapons such as maces, iron whips, big gate knives, and axes in their hands.

Every time, these unprotected personnel, flesh and blood, stumps, and even brains flew up.

But even so, those red-eyed civilian husbands are still desperately moving forward.

Whether it was the Jurchens who fell after being assassinated by the war horse, or the people who were stabbed and dragged down, in the next second, many people surrounded them.

The sticks in the hands, the fists, the soles of the feet, and even the teeth all greeted together.

Soon after, these Jurchens who fell to the ground had no sound from their mouths and noses.

A group of rookie civilians, at the cost of ten times or even more casualties, beat real people to death one by one, and used their own flesh and blood to delay the speed of their opponents rushing to the dock.

Every second, a large number of people died in battle...

(End of this chapter)