Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 518 People's Victory
Boom!Boom!
In the end, more than a dozen grenades knocked out a group of people, and in the end, a hundred or so front guards and twenty or so swordsmen from the Zheng Sen Dojo turned around and ran away. On the Gaoliang River Bridge, a large group of mountain savages had already swarmed up. , but the prestige of the forward selection was fully revealed at this time, with the army stabbing with his left hand and Nepal with his right hand, Song Yongzhong killed like a top, and seeing the corpses crackling and falling into the water along the way, there was no single enemy.

"Help!"

The ivory-handled short-fire gun was held against a machete, looking at the majestic biceps of the grinning mountain barbarian with tattoos all over his face, Little William looked like a gay man who had been raped by a pervert, screaming with a mournful face, and suddenly clicked , the barbarian with half of his neck broken slumped to the side.

"Miss Yu'er, let's go!" After waving a knife casually, he and Zheng Sen tugged on Yu'er's sleeve, which was still loaded, and Song Yongzhong ran away in a hurry. Unluckily, he stepped forward and kicked, and spat.

"Kill your uncle William, you're tender!"

But as soon as he turned around, the front guards in the back almost ran away and disappeared, and this guy screamed like a gay guy being chased by a pervert, and ran away.

"Wait for your baby William!"

The Zhuangzi in the back was basically emptied. Along the main road built by the West India Company, the last force for survival broke out. A group of people fled desperately and frantically to the county town. There are walls several meters high and cannons, as long as they get there , it is safe.

But who knows, it was driven by people's greed again. Song Yongzhong restrained the Gaoliang River Bridge at one end, and there were already greedy mountain people crossing the water at the other end, and Zhuangzi at the back started to rob. They did not run 500 meters, a large group of vicious , the shirtless mountain tribe with a tiger stabbed on its chest was carrying an axe, hatchet and other weapons, and fiercely blocked the front. Just about to turn around, the mountain tribe rushing from the bridge behind them had already surrounded them. This time the encirclement Even tighter than last time, with three floors inside and three floors outside.

The tiger-faced chief who met Song Qingshu last time, the old man with a chicken head covered in feathers, etc. also rushed to the front. The tiger-faced chief's eyes were bloodshot. Han Chinese who had less than 400 people killed him at least 2000 people. A sparse tribe is a great loss.

Seeing the more than 1 mountain barbarians getting more and more surrounded, most of them came from the other side of the river, turning their heads to see Yu'er's panicked face, Song Yongzhong turned his head slightly apologetically.

"Miss, the final general is incompetent..."

"Okay, this gentleman doesn't want to die with you, but since God has called, then obey the destiny, but even if this gentleman is going to die, I have to kill him when Ragnarok comes out! Don't stop me !"

Hearing Little William, who was desperately shrunk in, boasting, Zheng Sen turned his head in disdain: "Isn't Ragnarok a pagan legend of the Nordic barbarians? Your beliefs are not sincere?"

"How did you know?"

"My father believes in you gods of trouble, but it doesn't seem to be of much use!"

"How dare you slander God? God, let lightning strike this heretic to death!"

The two jokes made the atmosphere much easier. Yu'er was no longer so nervous, but smiled and nodded at Song Yongzhong. For a moment, it seemed that the fatigue on his body had eased, and Song Yongzhong clenched his hands tightly. The handle of the knife screamed in my heart.

"If you want to touch Miss Yu'er, you have to step on Lao Tzu's corpse!"

On the other side, the tiger-headed chief seems to have finished his war mobilization, pointing his knife at Song Yongzhong, which means that as long as these Han people are hunted down, the courage and supernatural power of the Han people will be obtained by them, and the low-level barbarians who were fooled by feudal superstition are also the same. Excited roar like a beast.

With the knife facing outwards, Song Yongzhong's eyes narrowed, the cold light was so chilling.

But before he could utter the word kill, Little William suddenly yelled loudly, which made the ears of the four people ringing. Zheng Sen was so angry that he turned around and shouted: "Are you sick? Your father I’m not dead yet, I’m going to cry for a while!”

"No, what's that?"

This guy was squeezed back, and he was squeezed higher. Seeing him stretching his neck, he was stunned. Song Yongzhong also patted the shoulders of the soldiers in front. Song Yongzhong picked it up.

Looking at the past, Song Yongzhong also suddenly became full of excitement, and his voice trembled a little.

"Reinforcement, reinforcements are coming!"

"Brothers, reinforcements are coming! Kill the barbarians!"

It's really a coincidence that it's better to come early than to come. At this time, the army of sugarcane knives organized by Li Laobai rushed over from both sides.

Who said Han people don't have blood types?Who said Han people are like sheep?Who said there would be no China after Yashan?From ten miles and eight villages, countless men, women, old and young have come!Waving sugarcane knives in the front, long hooks for cutting coconuts in the back, and women carrying kitchen knives for chopping pig food, even children took out wooden swords and ran at the front. Many of them didn’t even have coats. Li Laobai became excited again.

"Folks, they are barbarians who can fight in the whole village, we Chinese people need a hammer! It's just a barbarian who hates us for beating pigs and weeds. I'm afraid of his fart, so fuck them!"

"We Yiwu people, we want to kill them before the Huai people!" Old Wu Bangchui also yelled, such a bloody yell, thousands of people, shaking the mountain barbarians who were sharpening their knives, all turned their heads in fear.

What does it mean to be able to make a move and don't fuck? Our Daming people don't have so much mobilization. While shouting, we have already rushed over, full of anger towards the robbers, full of nostalgia for today's life, Li Laobai is no longer that honest The farmer was the first to rush to the barbarian mountain, grabbed the stupid barbarian, and cut his neck with a sugar cane knife as sharp as killing a chicken.

This is a fairly low-level war. The militiamen have completely become the protagonists. Countless sugar cane knives and mountain people's hatchets and hunting knives are hacked together. Neither side can defend, but it is better than a large army. It's even more bloody, it's straight to the point where the knife hits the flesh, and someone must lie down when the knife is cut down.

Crazy is contagious, even the most timid person will become like a lunatic in this killing field, especially seeing the brothers and relatives in the neighboring villages fall, the hatred intensifies Crying fiercely, countless people huddled together and hacked at each other on the west bank of the Gaoliang River.

But even in unorganized, brawl-level battles, the Ming people still have a great technical advantage. Their sugarcane chopping knives are uniformly distributed by the West India Company, and they are made of pure steel!Hard and sharp, but the hunting knives and machetes of the mountain people are almost all made of iron or even copper. When they are cut in pairs, there is often a click. Their blunt knives can't cut through the cotton coats like Li Laobai sometimes, but the sharp sugar cane knives are just a knife on their bare arms covered with tattoos and blessed with this "sacred rune". A bloody hole.

Many settlers also brought pot lids. This thing is a sharp weapon for fighting in the countryside. It has a knife in one hand and a "shield" in the other. It can be seen that people really unite to fight against, this group of guys are just paper tigers.

Besides, there are many Ming people!
During the fierce slashing, in a short period of time, two or three thousand mountain bandits fell directly into a pool of blood, and the bloody corpses were piled up under their feet one by one, causing everyone to slip and become red. At the same time, the Han people roared wildly like wild animals, and the roar pierced people's eardrums.Seeing the red-stained Han people come up with bloody sugarcane knives, and the first warriors and second swordsmen in their own tribe turned into corpses under their feet, these mountain robbers finally became terrified.

I don't know who started it, one by one the mountain people threw down their weapons and fled back, crying and howling.

On the Gaoliang River Bridge, the shirtless barbarians were crowded, and the settlers who had completely killed them were unwilling to let them go. They kept shooting with hunting bows and arrows. The arrows fell like locusts, lacking protection. The dead and injured mountain people fell into the river again like dumplings, and more terrified barbarians jumped into the river and swam back. The river was stained red with blood and blocked three feet high.

"It's impossible! It's impossible!"

When they were ruled by the Dutch, the mountain people rioted a few times, but most of the Han people were like old camels, allowing the Dutch to plunder their last bit of food. It was not like the same group of people arrived, murmured and yelled, and took turns with two circular knives, this guy suddenly rushed into the crowd like a madman, and started to slash and slash.

"Old Du!"

Seeing a bloody gash on the head and back of the neighboring village, Li Laobai screamed and slashed over with his knife, but this tiger head is really a warrior from ten miles and eight villages, the brute force directly flew Li Laobai's sugarcane knife, With one blow, it seemed that his old head with a lot of black hair was about to be ripped off, but within a matter of seconds, the tiger head staggered forward abruptly, and missed it.

The crowd also shifted slightly to the side, and the tiger head turned around furiously. On the opposite side, there was a pair of fascinated eyes, stabbing with the left hand, sabering with the right, posing like a praying mantis, Song Yongzhong stared at him with hatred body.

"God of war of the Han people, come!"

There was another roar like a wild beast, holding up two circular steel knives like a crescent moon with both hands, and the tiger's head rushed up again crazily. They rushed out like a spring, and among thousands of troops, the two collided like shooting stars.

puff~

The military thorn pierced his heart, and seemed to tell that fakes and shoddy products killed people. The round-edged scimitar that was broken in his right hand fell down with a bang, spitting blood, and the big man with a tiger head of more than 1.9 meters plopped down and knelt down. Immediately, it was smashed face down.

As he fell, the mountain people behind him no longer dared to resist, and even dared not even run away. They dropped their weapons one after another in a dramatic way, and each of them knelt on the ground in fear, like dominoes, from the surrounded The center of the battlefield stretches all the way to the bridge.

A scimitar that chopped off the tiger's head, and a roundabout punch pierced it from the back of the heart. This series of actions almost drained Song Yongzhong's strength. Under the awe-inspiring eyes of both the enemy and the enemy, he staggered and struggled. He walked back again, and slashed down fiercely with the Nepalese scimitar left in his right hand. In the blood, he lifted up the ferocious head with tiger tattoos, and with the last bit of strength, Song Yongzhong roared arrogantly. road.

"Long live, Marshal! Long live begging army!"

As if the bloody door opened in everyone's heart, everyone by the Gaoliang River held up their bloody sugarcane knives and shouted.

"Master, long live! Begging for life, long live!!!"

"It's over, this gentleman's limelight has been let out by this kid!"

Amidst the shocking roar, Little William, who shrank aside, muttered depressedly, and Zheng Sen, who was also panting next to him, turned his head contemptuously, covering up the same enthusiasm in his eyes, Zheng Sen disdainful The lesson said.

"What do you know, you ghost, this is Huaxia!"

(End of this chapter)