Mr. Yangui

Chapter 865 Chapter eighty-sixty-five
At the junction, the fighting continued.

This is already the fifth day. Since the two factions attacked, they have basically never stopped. Wave after wave, it seems that they want to use the sea of ​​​​people to pile up the French commander.

In addition to frontal attacks, the Red Dragon Society and the Dongjiang faction often send out elite squads to go around the rear and attack in order to attack the grain and camps behind the French army and disrupt the rhythm of the French army.

The deep ditch blocking the road in front has been filled up, many "gourd mouths" have been torn, and countless corpses have accumulated on the ground, gradually rotting, the soil is stained black with blood, and the disgusting smell can be smelled miles away. Foul and fishy.

It was too late to tidy it up, poured tung oil, spread some thatch, and lit it, thick smoke billowed for several days.

From north to south, the front line is very long, with multiple blooms, and small-scale tactics are colorful.

There is hand-to-hand combat. Soldiers on both sides fought bloody battles on the fire, bone piles, and bloody mud. Knives were chopped, spears were stabbed, stones were smashed, sacks were covered, teeth were biting, hair was disheveled, and sweat drenched the whole body. They are all numb until they die.

Long-distance combat is naturally indispensable, and the scene is much more spectacular than close-to-hand combat.

The ballista, the detonator team, and the longbow team didn't stop, and they greeted places with a large number of people. The charging team saw their teammates being shot into sieves and blown to a bloody mess without blinking their eyes. The shield surged forward.

After finally getting in front of the Fashuai army, a group of ruthless characters with knives rushed out, and there were no unnecessary useless moves. They were either killed or injured, and then they were kicked away. In such a breath, he lay on the ground and pretended to be dead, but he was either trampled on or hit by a flying arrow, or hit by a good player in the duel.

The surprise battle in the rear is also you come and go, see the tricks.

You set fire, I splash water, you rush, I grab legs.

The small-scale expert team met the shameless and obscene poisonous powder team, not "half-day drunk", but the powder ground from "three-day Bishiwan".A master jumped into the sky with a sack on his back, and then slashed through it with a knife.

The powder exploded all over the sky, no matter you or me, the ears and noses are covered, everyone can smell that it is highly poisonous, and it will not affect the action for the time being. It is not difficult to dissolve it if you sit on the ground to heal the wound. Diverge until the seven holes bleed to death.

He kept swearing, not because he really wanted to swear, but to cheer himself up.

"Come on, bastards..."

"You can't even lift the knife, haven't you eaten?"

"It's kind of like beating me down, I'm going to make you fuck..."

"Brothers, get out of the way, brother is here to give these bastards a big move!"

In a corner to the north, the "Hulukou" has been breached. Soldiers from the Red Dragon Society and the Dongjiang faction poured in wave after wave. The people in the front row threw away their shields, casually touched a weapon from the ground, and chanted Just go ahead.

"Brothers, get up for me, those bastards from the two factions are here again..."

Mo Tong held the big knife, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and yelled at the soldiers resting behind him.

With this sound, all the soldiers who had just been lying in a pool of blood stood up with a "crack", and instantly entered the state of beating chicken blood, picked up the guy and pushed forward.

His eyes were red, he was already irrational, and he didn't care about the so-called tactics and coordination of small-scale battlefields. When he saw the enemy, he rushed up, shouting to kill all the bastards, and went on and on.

Getting cut once or twice was just a trivial matter, the blood flowed profusely and there was no time to bandage it up, and after hitting the enemy with one knife, he laughed loudly, as if laughing at others for being more seriously injured than himself.

The scene can no longer be seen, it is a mess.

Mo Tong's face was covered in blood, and he could no longer see his true colors. He swung a big knife and chopped down four or five lunatics, and shouted loudly: "Brothers of the third division, even if they all die here, we must push them back!" ..."

When the division commander spoke, the momentum of the soldiers in this area skyrocketed, as if a group of idiots had found their backbone, and continued to charge and kill with shouts.

The enemy's masters were overjoyed immediately when they saw Mo Tong and other idiots' actions, and thought: In such a chaotic battle, the leader of the Fashuai army dares to stand up and strengthen his morale, he is looking for death.

Thinking of this, several masters who still had strength rose into the air and rushed towards Mo Tong.

If Mo Tong can be killed, this piece of territory can be regarded as pierced.

The sword wind and sword energy whizzed past, Mo Tong was so fearless, he laughed and said, "Good job..."

Twenty or so guards masters who followed Mo Tong at any time followed closely, "If you want to kill Mr. Mo, do you think we don't exist? Brothers, protect Mr. Mo and kill me..."

Mo Tong and this team naturally have internal injury pills as a base, and their toughness is extraordinary, which is definitely not comparable to those masters of Chilonghui and Dongjiang faction.

Sure enough, in just a few breaths, the masters of the Chilonghui and Dongjiang faction who thought they were going to make great contributions died unexpectedly.

However, the two factions had too many people after all, so one wave died, and another wave followed.

Shouts of killing suddenly burst out from behind, and the support of the Fashuai army arrived.

"I, Fat Bear, want to see how many bastards there are in your two factions. Brothers, do you see those tough ideas? Let me rush over and chop them into meat sauce..."

The fat bear shook the big ax in his hand, and charged forward first, and the fat bear slashed down with the ax three times, making a circle directly, blocking the invincible.

Whoosh whoosh!
The crossbow gun team started to kill, only to hear screams one after another, entangled for a long time, and finally beheaded or forced out of the gourd.

Slightly relieved.

Fat Bear jumped to Mo Tong's side, supported Mo Tong whose legs were trembling and breathing hard, and asked with concern: "Old Mo, are you okay?"

Mo Tong stepped up his breath adjustment, recovered a little, and replied: "I can't die for the time being... There are too many masters on this side, the hole has been torn open, and the brothers are too tired to die, and we need to support..."

Fat Bear nodded, "Take your people back and rest for a while, eat something, drink some water, leave the rest to me..."

Without waiting for Mo Tong to answer, he shouted: "Brothers, move the detonator up the slopes on both sides of the earth and throw it to my death. Minister Wang has already said, don't be stingy, there are plenty of these things..."

"Yes, Master!"

Immediately, two small teams carried boxes of detonators up the slopes on both sides.

Mo Tong saw that Fat Xiong led a lot of people, although they were not considered as a new force, they were much better than his own teachers, so he immediately said: "Old Xiong, I'll take a rest, if I can't bear it, call me immediately..."

Fat Bear hummed, "Go!"

Mo Tong asked again: "Is it just my side that is so miserable?"

Fat Xiong said: "Your side is not the worst, the worst is in the middle, the Lu family has groups of masters leading the charge, one even went to Brother Xun and Brother Wei, but they were stunned." The young master came forward to resolve it in person, and the reckless man turned around and killed dozens of them. The finger-sized pieces of meat were flying all over the sky, and the intestines and internal organs were all segmented. Once they were blown up by the detonator, it would be even more impossible to see. The old bear looked at it. nauseating..."

Mo Tong breathed a sigh of relief and ordered his men to retreat.

Boom boom boom...

The series of loud noises enough to burst eardrums started again.

The earth was trembling, screams one after another, like hell on earth.

(End of this chapter)