Reborn Regent of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 160

Seeing the officers and soldiers chasing up, they stabbed the thieves from the back with their long spears fiercely, and then continued to chase, stabbed them over with long spears again, and chased again. The whole field, dense forest, and official roads were full of this kind of beast. The spectacle of killing.

The thieves must have been killed all the way here. No matter how strong the will is, it seems that the spirit was also killed by such a spirit. Some directly knelt down and begged for mercy, but the officers and soldiers who ran over were unmoved, and they still fired a few long spears. The difference is that the one who fled pierced the back, and the one who knelt down and begged for mercy was stabbed in the throat with a gun. The tip of the gun dripped blood from the neck of the person, and then pulled it out, bringing back the flesh and blood of Dafeng. The person clucked twice, He died immediately.

Some of those who were stabbed in the back rolled and struggled on the ground, and there were sword players behind the officers and soldiers, who stepped forward and stepped on their stomachs, and began to cut off their heads.

Some knives and cards have been cut too much by hand, and it is inconvenient to hold them in the hand. Even if they hold them with their arms, or untie the hair of the human head and braid it together, there are not a few people who carry four or five heads in one hand. [

Next came some musketeers, they were not slow to run, but every time they had to stop charging the charge, delaying time, waiting for the sub-powder to be filled, even after chasing after, aiming, and shooting past, bang After the loud bang, some thieves must have been beaten and rolled on the spot, and fell down to die without humming.

"Okay, have fun!"

Lin Wenyuan felt very happy at the sight of this standard Fushan fighting process and mode. When he saw the bloody arrows on other people's throats, it was more like drinking a few glasses of good wine, and his face turned red.

"My lord, my hands are itchy, tell me to go too."

"I'm going too."

"Well, all right."

Itching is completely understandable... As a member of a group and deeply integrated into it, it is very depressing and sad to not be able to participate in something... Lin Wenyuan heard about the Battle of Fushan in Beijing and beheaded After the thousand-level incident, thinking that he was not there, this young and motivated team officer secretly cried twice. Although it was really embarrassing, the feeling of being excluded from the group was really terrible.

Many times, people will be surprised that someone can get out of a dangerous thing, but they are still stuck in it. The so-called sense of community is a very important reason.

When pushing the cart up the mountain, everyone is trying their best. You pull away and walk away, leaving behind all the brothers and partners who entrusted their lives. This decision is really difficult.

At this moment, seeing the scene of Zhu Tu chasing and killing people, the three returned wanderers suddenly felt refreshed, as if the pores of their bodies had been opened.

As soon as the two attendants were allowed, they immediately drew their knives, got off their horses, and started to chase after the fleeing thieves.

They were so close, they caught one within a few steps, one pounced, one slashed, and immediately got a head, and then continued to move, another head...

The movements are skillful and beautiful. Compared with the fierce and domineering pike soldiers and the cruel and barbaric sword soldiers, the movements of these two people are simply a model of art of violent aesthetics...

"How did Qu Rui bring these two guys out..."

Everyone, including Lin Wenyuan, was staring in a daze. The movements of these two guys are too crisp and neat, their figures are too beautiful, and the knives in their hands are swung too professionally, right?