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Chapter 503 Bloody Battle in Zhuxian Town ([-])

When AT's words "Zaixing, come on~" fell into his ears, Yang Zaixing naturally knew what it meant.

This represents the way he looks at himself on weekdays, although it is a little inexplicably weird.

But for himself, he cared and took care of him to the extreme, and even made himself feel a little scared to be kicked by his husband, which was already a step ahead.

After clenching tightly the barrel of the gun that was already covered in blood, he didn't know whether it was his own or someone else's blood.

From Yang Zaixing's mouth, he softly said this sentence: "My husband, please wait for me for a while, I will come later, and I will be a good company on the road to Huangquan.

But until now, so many brothers have died, if I don’t kill Wan Yan Zonghan before I die, I won’t be able to close my eyes when I die~”

After finishing speaking, Yang Zaixing suddenly yelled.

This sound was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and the movements of the several golden men who had killed them in front of them were all a beat slower at that time.

What's more, when Yang Zaixing yelled like this, glaring bloodstains flowed out from the seven openings of Yang Zaixing's mouth, nose, eyes, and ears.

However, the big gun that had slowed down in his hand immediately became faster and heavier again.

I'm afraid that compared to his personal peak state when he rushed up and killed the young golden man, he looked two or three points stronger.

Presumably at this moment, some secret method that stimulates and squeezes the body is used.

It was also in this state that Yang Zaixing quickly brought down the group of golden men blocking him like mowing grass.

In a very short time, he kicked the horse under him and moved towards Wanyan Zonghan in one breath, and his position was moved closer by more than ten steps.

It was less than twenty steps away from this enemy chieftain.

If he can continue to maintain such a super god-like state, he must be able to kill Wanyan Zonghan in a dozen seconds and stab him fiercely.

At this moment, Wanyan Zonghan finally panicked.

He no longer insisted on staying where he was, and planned to let his own soldiers pull him away.

But after the war horse was pulled a little, this guy laughed and roared again: "Stop, stop, God bless Dajin, bless me Zonghan, this Song man is dead."

It turns out that the battlefield they are currently on is actually just a large wheat field in essence.

Cornfield!Naturally, watering is needed; so it is reasonable to have some ditches and puddles for water storage on the battlefield.

Fortunately, there is a small pond on Yang Zaixing's way forward.

Even in the previous time, it was covered with some broken wooden squares and planks.

In the previous time, because of the repeated trampling of a large number of golden men driving horses, those wooden squares and planks were already a little crumbling.

After Yang Zaixing stepped on it with his horse, the unlucky wood collapsed in a click.

In today's small pond, there is still water more than half a meter deep, which is not the point.

The point is that there is still a thick layer of silt under the water, which is equivalent to the extent that the horse carrying Yang Zaixing has been sunk into more than half of the horse's legs.

For a while, Yang Zaixing felt a little desperate.

It is strikingly similar to Yang Zaixing's mire in the Xiaoshang River on another timeline; historical inertia, or coincidence, is really speechless...

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In a hurry, Yang Zaixing threw the single-hook gun in his hand at Wan Yan Zonghan, but unfortunately, a personal guard hurriedly raised his shield to block in front of his own commander.

Although in the blink of an eye, even the man and the shield were pierced by this shot.

But when the blood-dripping gun tip was still [-] to [-] centimeters away from Wan Yan Zonghan, he exhausted his strength.

Faced with such an astonishing reversal, Wanyan Zonghan, under the interweaving of anger, fear, surprise and many other emotions, all turned into one sentence:
"Shoot him, shoot this Song man~"

As soon as the voice fell, he also touched a golden bow behind him, intending to personally kill such an opponent who scared him to pee.

But at this moment, more surprises sounded.

First of all, there was a loud bang from two miles away.

Amid such a loud noise, Wanyan Zonghan, who instinctively felt something was wrong, just looked over there; including the personal guards around him, and the nearby golden soldiers all made such an action.

As a result, they could immediately see that a large amount of smoke and dust had risen from that key stone bridge.

Among the smoke and dust, there were also many stones, ragged pieces of meat from men and horses, as well as armor and weapons, which flew up a long distance.

God!Who knows how many explosives those Song people used at Shiqiao at once.

The stone bridge was blown up, which naturally cut off their possibility of crossing the river quickly; but it didn't mean that they just couldn't cross the river.

Therefore, Wanyan Zonghan was only in a trance for a second or two before he adjusted himself.

But it was such a mere second or two that Wanyan Zonghan lost his precious life, or put it another way, that is, ended his sinful life.

When he came back to his senses and looked at Yang Zaixing, he saw a scene that terrified him.

In front of him, since the start of the war, a young general from Song Dynasty who had always been fighting with a long spear in his hand actually pointed a short gun at him.

There was even a strange smile on his face.

In fact, the reason why Yang Zaixing had a smile on his face was that he couldn't help it at this moment, thinking of the past few days.

On more than one occasion, with a helpless expression on his face, Xianggong muttered to himself:

"Zai Xing, I said why are you so stubborn, stubborn?
What year is it now, don't be so resistant to using gunpowder weapons?With the development of gunpowder weapons, martial arts will one day be eliminated.

Listen to me, take this short gun with you, maybe it will come in handy sometime~"

In the end, he never thought that this weapon that was forcibly given to him by his husband would actually come in handy in such a situation.

Of course, to Wanyan Zonghan, this strange smile and the background behind it are not important; the important thing is that he turned sideways with great fear, and planned to get off his horse to avoid the shot.

Then, Wanyan Zonghan had a bullet hole in his forehead.

Talk!Compared with the superb cold weapon marksmanship in his hands, Yang Zaixing can only describe the use of the short blunderbuss and brown bess musket as horrible.

In other words, at a distance of twenty steps, this little brother missed his shots.

However, with the perfect cooperation, Wanyan Zonghan moved his head towards the missed bullet.

After realizing this point, Yang Zaixing looked at the enemy chieftain whose brains were blown out; Yang Zaixing was stunned for half a second, and then suddenly burst out laughing, the laughter was full of indescribable joy.

Then, a dense rain of arrows enveloped him...

After Wan Yan Zonghan died in battle, a group of Jurchens in the Chinese army shot Yang Zaixing like a hedgehog, and then they began to cry.

However, these golden men still did not flee.

With most of their strength still preserved, they began to prepare to forcibly cross the river under the command of Wanyan Salihe and Wanyan Hunchu, two golden men who knew the situation on the battlefield very well.

Frankly speaking, with the 400 people led by Battalion Commander Zhou, there is really no way to stop them all.

But at such a critical moment, [-] or [-] dilapidated tank boats appeared upstream; the crew on board were Yu Hanfeng and others wearing a breastplate in addition to a beautiful flying fish suit.

They have short guns in their left hands and sharp embroidered spring knives in their right hands, which are indescribably full of murderous aura.

It turned out that after waking up, after discovering the big change in the weather today, Yu Hanfeng and Lang Qing also realized that today would be the final decisive battle.

Helpless, people must be kept in the city and lead a group of people to guard the city to prevent the Jin people from sneaking in.

In the end, only Yu Hanfeng, the commander of Jinyiwei, led a group of apprentices and grandchildren, and used the ships that can still be used today to rush out to support them.

It was also the appearance of Yu Hanfeng and others that ruined the last plan of a group of Jinren to forcibly cross the river.

Wanyan said goodbye, and looked at the Zhuxian Town battlefield that seemed to be close at hand, full of pain, already aware of the coming of a huge defeat.

His mouth was pulling his throat, and he yelled out like a wailing:
"Bring Zong Han and the corpses of the same clan who died in the battle, we will return to Dajin."

After hearing such a sentence, there are still more than 7000 Jin soldiers left. While their hearts are full of grief and indignation, they all secretly breathe a sigh of relief...

　PS: It's not that I intend to write Xiao Yang to death, but in the current battlefield environment, there is really a situation where there is death but no life, and I have nothing to do.
　　
　
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