Traveler Major League

Chapter 143 The Last Resistance

The eagle that first entered the alley looked at the bright light in front of it and rushed forward happily. It was not until the end was near that something was wrong. The light in the gunpowder came in from the top and bottom, but the middle was dark, and it was not clear until it was closer. , the left, right and front sides are each a wooden wall, which is full of arm-length sharp knives, and Zhuang Ding is standing on the wooden wall with a long gun waiting to send the dead to the door.

Although Ying has never seen this kind of Saimen knife cart that was recorded as early as the Warring States Period, he still rolls like a lazy donkey, lying sideways and shrinking behind the shield in his hand. This kind of knife cart is a wooden two-wheeled cart. The width of the car body is similar to that of the roadway. There are three or four layers of wooden frames in front of the car, and sharp knives are fixed on each layer.

The end of the entire alleyway was surrounded by these three knife carts on three sides. Except for the eagle at the front who saw the situation in time and put his shield against the tip of the knife and pretended to be alive, the dozen or so people who followed were killed immediately by the trap that looked like an exit. Death, while the crowd behind is still crowded forward, and some of the people in the front are directly squeezed into the body with the tip of the knife, and the people behind are pierced again, and only three or four people are pierced in a row. Man put his shield against the point of the knife and escaped, but the pikemen on the roof kept stabbing them all to death.

The shouts of the survivors inside were shouted for a long time in the noisy environment, and the red-haired barbarians slowly stopped pushing and shoving, but the crowd was still stuck in the alleyway and could not move.

The eagle huddled behind the shield, with three or four corpses on its body, praying silently: "Druid, Druid, please save me."

Subconsciously shouted a few words before reacting and changing his words: "Commander, please save me, maybe the Druid is the Commander, and the Commander is the Druid, that's why I, a vacillating coward, can never die, It must be so."

Eagle fumbled his whole body, and prayed again: "Commander Druid, you are my God, thank you for keeping me safe from many battles, and I will serve you for the rest of my life until the Heavenly Palace."

Finally, the long ladder erected outside the rock wall and the grapple hook thrown up again worked. The red-haired man stepped on the wall stack on the top of the rock like ants. The spear stabbed towards them, and they couldn't dodge for a while. All these people screamed and fell down. Falling means death, but the red-haired man behind still jumped in from the wall without any scruples. The spear was deflected, giving the red-haired man behind him a chance to slash.

There are not many Zhuang Ding on the top of the rock, and the corpses on the ground are mixed with blood, and if you don’t pay attention, you will be tripped. Just now, the explosives swept away almost everyone on the top, and the Zhuang Ding who was prepared behind was still filled under the leadership of the landlord’s leader’s son. Come up, but the speed is too slow, the explosion just now slowed them down by two beats.

Hongmaoman and Zhuang Ding are both clothed and unarmored. Hongmaoman mostly uses shields, waist knives, and some javelins and hatchets to throw weapons. There are the most forks and shuttle guns, and the few who have waist knives and bows are all leaders or hunters.

The fight of pure flesh without armor is extremely bloody and cruel, every knife and every shot is a life, two red-haired man just took the opportunity to jump down and cut down several Zhuang Ding, when the spears behind them stabbed again, the two quickly used The shield blocked the head of the spear, but never thought that the long spear would suddenly go around the shield and stab down the gap. The thighs and calves of the two people were all hit, and the long spear was suddenly withdrawn. The two people's legs were seriously injured. He was stabbed straight forward by the spear, and was shot continuously in the chest, abdomen and head. He died on the spot within two breaths.

But the remaining red-haired man still rushed forward one after another, and some red-haired man began to climb up along the long rope of the grapple on the side where there was no Zhuang Ding, and continued to kill without any hesitation amidst the corpses and blood. This kind of crowded battlefield is completely different from fighting in the arena. Everyone has no room to dodge. As soon as the spear stabbed another red-haired barbarian, before the gun was pulled out, the red-haired barbarians on both sides swarmed up. The shield smashed forward hard, and the sound of bones breaking followed.

The tip of the knife poked through the gap in the shield, and the blood brought up made the feet slipperier.

"Go down, go down." The red-haired barbarians roared. They were generally a head shorter than Zhuang Ding in height, but they still squeezed the corpses of Zhuang Ding's corpses and the living ones off the top of the rock.

At this time, the red-haired man next to the wall shouted down: "It's taken, it's taken."

"Others get out of the way, let the riflemen go up." Yang Zeming shouted immediately.

At this time, the red-haired man on the top of the rock didn't have any formation, and the crowd wrestled with the Zhuang Ding who also had no formation. Only the two rows in the front had the opportunity to attack each other with the weapons they could use. In this kind of close combat, the red-haired barbarians with waist knives and short soldiers took advantage of it, and continuously assassinated Zhuang Ding through the gaps in their shields, and most of Zhuang Ding didn't even have room to dodge.

Zhuang Ding in the front kept dying, but Zhuang Ding in the back squeezed forward under the leadership of the leaders, raised his spear and stabbed from the gap above to support the front row as much as possible.

Standing behind the crowd, the old man Bai, leaning on crutches, shouted: "Fight with them, take revenge! Take revenge for the young and old of the Bai family!" Also with him were dozens of old men and women, all of whom were old. Failing to fight with weapons, he could only shout to his nephews and relatives behind him. Their hatred for the People's Army was unforgettable.

"Kill, kill these thieves, son! Avenge your father!"

Even though several leaders were killed, the cronies of Zhuang Ding who had fled from various villages were still not broken. Most of these people were close relatives like Bai San, and it was even more crazy to kill or injure one other person.

In contrast, Bai San belongs to the minority of this group of people. At least Bai San has been wandering outside, and he has seen Liu Ze's character in the People's Army before. Although he doesn't agree with Liu Ze's idea propaganda, he can't Don't admit that Liu Ze is a flag bearer who is approachable and kind to everyone. Simply put, in Bai San's heart, Liu Ze is a good man full of bookishness, neither fierce nor able to fight, and Bai Bai grows so big and has no strength They were big, but what he didn't expect was that Liu Ze succeeded.

"I should be able to survive if I take Erya to surrender. After all, Liu Ze doesn't kill captives who surrender. This is his rule." Bai San comforted himself, and retreated behind the crowd.

Old Master Bai looked at Bai San who had retreated and cursed: "You son of a bitch, what are you doing here? Go up and kill."

"Grandpa, uncle said that bandits are attacking on the mountain ridge, let me go and have a look."

"The gang of thieves were all set on fire and burned to death by the boss of the Zhou family. You go and see what the hell, where is your uncle?"

"Master is at the front, I have to go and have a look and come back to help." Bai San yelled and ran away.

When the two sides were in a stalemate, the riflemen finally came up. First, there was a gunshot, and then several random gunshots. After waiting for a while, more infantrymen appeared and started a burst of free fire.

Several sackcloth packages flew from the sky, which were explosive packages thrown by the grenadiers at the crowded place behind Zhuang Ding.

(End of this chapter)