Chapter 0232 Shenlong Yang Wei

Tens of thousands, it seems very simple. When you really face tens of thousands of people shouting crazily and rushing at the same time, you will know what powerlessness is. The oppression condensed by tens of thousands of people is not inferior to the sea tide, which is breathless. This feeling is rare and quite rare, but people don't want to face it again anyway.

Bai Bing strangled the horse's head and gasped. The woman exhaled white heat from her beautiful gasp, and her white armor had been murderous by the blood of more than anyone else. The sound of horses' hoofs stopped abruptly, and heavier gasps came from both sides and behind Bai Bing. This extreme rush almost exhausted everyone's physical strength, intending to recover as soon as possible by inhaling cold air.

Bai Bing hesitated for a moment, then his eyes became firm, took a deep breath, shook the saber in her hand, threw down a string of blood beads, and shouted, "Brothers, there is no retreat! Kill!"

Yes, except for more than 1,000 of them, there was no barrier in front of Zhuofan on the hillside. The soldiers of the battalion stood up, and some of them stood up on horse pedals. Immediately, the restless war horse was reorganized into a cavalry attack formation under skilled control. In front of him, the enemy had rushed into 200 steps.

"tong~~~", suddenly, a rapid and crisp gun burst out from behind him, and with a roar above his head, he directly crossed a battalion and rushed to the front of him and quickly rushed into Zhang Xianzhong's department, which had seen the dawn of victory.

In an instant, a row of explosive points accurately bloomed in front of the enemy. Before the diffuse smoke, a battalion of soldiers could even clearly see the explosion and shrapnel tearing of enemy soldiers with the help of moonlight and explosion flashes. The fragile human body is so fragile under the powerful flowering bomb.

The original position of the 2nd and 3rd Battalion in the north and south also flashed, and the sound of the cannon popping out was hidden in the explosion, and a total of 50 dragon cannons in the three positions roared again.

The shelling obviously went through a delicate design. The ten cannons in the middle always nailed the explosion point of a horizontal line, forming a line of fire more than 100 steps in front of the battalion. As long as the soldiers of Zhang Xianzhong's troops entered this line of fire, they would be torn and knocked down by countless flying shrapnel without any suspense. The 2nd and 3rd Battalion turned around and saw that the artillery finally opened fire. They quickly changed their strategy and slowly distanced away, blocking the middle of Chao County and their respective positions.

There are 20 artillery in each of the northern and south positions, which directly use progressive extension rapid fire. From east to west, the hail is generally ploughed in the enemy brigade.

On the front of the first battalion, the gunfire that blocked the shooting hit a wall. About 1,000 soldiers of Zhang Xianzhong were cut off in front of the first battalion. There was a landslide behind them, which made them stop, who had been shouting crazily. Looking back, my mother's feet suddenly softened. Countless broken limbs and intestines splashed, and some people directly softened their legs and collapsed on the ground.

The soldiers who were not paralyzed turned around and saw the thousand dragons lined up neatly in front of them, the neat and upright sabers in their hands, and no longer had any fighting spirit. The blade in his hand was thrown, and he knelt directly on the ground, raised his head and raised his hand, shouting for mercy.

At the head of the city, Zhang Xianzhong was at a glance. Seeing the long-eyed cannonball sweeping through his tens of thousands of horses, the dense battle formation that was originally dense and high fighting spirit became sparse, and the surviving soldiers all lay on the ground. Some people shouted in fear and took the soil with their hands and wanted to find a hiding place on this hard winter ground. Some smart people have hidden in the crater and no longer want to come out. Occasionally, you can see the soldiers standing in a sterling position, who are confused by explosions and air waves, with blood in their ears, like walking dead meat.

Under this round of rapid shelling, Zhang Xianzhong suffered huge casualties, but there were still more than half of the people left, but he had no fighting spirit at all. It is no longer possible to talk about hitting Huanglong directly in the middle of the road. At this time, Zhang Xianzhong's troops were completely suppressed, and the artillery of the Dragon Army stopped shooting again, but no one doubted that the soul-chasing shell would fall on the same head again at any time.

Zhang Xianzhong went crazy and shouted: "Go! Get up, rush, and kill them! Kill them all! Kill!!"

No one responded around. The captain of the guard, who had followed Zhang Xianzhong for nearly 20 years and saved his beard many times, came forward and whispered, "Your Majesty, the general trend has gone. Let's go, keep the green mountains and make a comeback." At this time, a guard with a similar height as Zhang Xianzhong began to take off Military uniform, this is not the first time.

Zhang Xianzhong's eyes were red and shook for a while. The waist knife in his hand suddenly turned up without warning. He cut the captain of the guard to the ground without looking at it. He rushed to the city stack, grabbed the torch, and shouted crazily, "Those who dare to step back half a step back, kill!" The torch in his hand pressed on the door of a cannon.

"Dong~", a white smoke suddenly bloomed at the head of the city, and the shell rushed out of the gun barrel, rushed forward, and fell directly into a group of soldiers hiding in the crater. A scream, solid shells directly beat several people into meat sauce, and their limbs flew away. For a moment, all the soldiers were stunned and looked back at the East Gate Tower, where Zhang Xianzhong, the eighth king, was the commander.

"Hahahaha~", Zhang Xianzhong's laughter was clearly recognizable, the shelling of the Dragon Army paused, Zhang Xianzhong's troops also stopped the impact, and suddenly appeared a strange silence on the battlefield.

Zhang Xianzhong kicked away the stunned soldiers next to him and ignited another iron-wood earth cannon. The fine projectile flew like a bee, and there was another scream and howl under the city.

The fire in the city burned even better, and tens of thousands of soldiers and horses did not leave the city and hid in the city wall, avoiding the heat and shells that did not know when they would fly over their heads. In the crackling hot wind, the soldiers in the city can also hear Zhang Xianzhong's crazy laughter.

"Kill, kill! Die, all die! This is my royal land, and they are all with me! Don't go!" There was a loud noise and another shelling.

Suddenly, a fireworks rose on the eastern hillside and slowly fell in the direction of the city gate, and the three positions of the Dragon Army flashed almost at the same time.

The soldiers of Zhang Xianzhong under the city shouted in despair and hugged their heads, hoping to get underground. The shell roared over the head.

The gate building of Dongmen suddenly turned into an extremely huge demon flower. In the huge explosion, the smoke gathered into a huge steaming and rose straight to the world.

It was just a round of volley, and the dragon cannon stopped roaring again. The first battalion of the dragon army has returned to the front, picked up the still steaming dragon gun and lined up.

Zhang Xianzhong's crazy laughter disappeared when the devil flower bloomed. Tens of thousands of soldiers in the city turned around and looked at the spectacle of war that had never been seen before. In his eyes, there was no sound in the broken limbs of the falling gravel. In the smoke of gunpowder in the moonlight, there was a sudden relaxation in my heart.

"Woo-woo~~", a whole horn suddenly sounded, which was a dull sound from the distant north. Then, under the bright moonlight, a dark shadow appeared in the northern sky, which pressed slowly but continuously. There was another horn, and there were soldiers and horses in the south, which were also slowly pressing on, and I don't know how many people there were. Suddenly, Zhang Xianzhong's remnants panicked.

On the slope to the east, Zhuo Fan smiled and said, "It's just right." At the same time, Zhuo Fan looked at the battalion not far in front of them. They had finished the whole team, and the blood on their bodies were all over the broken armor, but they were still energetic. Suddenly, the white ice standing in front of the battalion shook and fell down.

Zhuobufan shouted and rushed away. The guards behind him were shocked to see the coach rushing down the hillside, and then ran wildly.

Before rushing to the front, Zhuo Bofan pulled the horse's head, and the horse got up. He jumped directly off the horse and rushed to Bai Bing. At this time, a battalion commander Zhang Sien and several soldiers had also jumped off their horses to help Bai Bing. Zhuo Fan pushed everyone away and held Bai Bing in his arms.

Bai Bing's face was pale, his eyebrows frowned, and his expression was extremely painful. Zhuo Fan's hand holding Bai Bing's armpit felt very wet. He raised his hand and saw that it was full of blood.

When I tore open the light armor, I saw that a blade was cutting open the inner shirt, and blood was constantly oozing from the ribs of the armpits and the upper arm. I don't know if it was caused by a long spear or a short blade. Zhuo Fan was relieved, but the wound was terrible but not serious. Obviously, he lost too much blood and fainted.

A Dragon Army soldier next to him has taken out the triangle bag. Zhuo Fan grabbed it and tore it to take out the long bandage, but he was stunned for a moment. Everyone also looked at each other in consternation. If they wanted to stop the bleeding, they had to tear off their clothes and tied their chests. However, Bai Bing was a woman and was the only woman in the combat force. Everyone is not extraordinary. In their hearts, the concept of women's chastity is still quite stubborn.

Zhuo Fan was just stunned, and then did not hesitate to take the short blade, broke the light armor and tied the rope, and then freed his hand and pulled Bai Bing's inner shirt. Zhang Sien and the soldiers next to him quickly turned their heads.

was about to exert force, but his hand was tight, which may have touched Bai Bing's wound. Bai Bing woke up in pain and grabbed Zhuo's extraordinary hand. At this time, Bai Bing was speechless, and the dripping blood on his hands stained Zhuo's extraordinary wrist. Bai Bing looked at Zhuo Fan fixedly, but her hand loosened little by little and nodded gently.

No longer hesitated, he tore Bai Bing's inner shirt with both hands until his belly. Bai Bing hummed softly and fainted again. Zhuo Bufan looked down, but scolded. His white chest, which had already revealed most of the spring, was still tightly wrapped in a soft cloth. Shaking his head, Zhuo Bufan could only try to pick up the chest wrap and cut it with a short blade. Fortunately, although it was tied tightly, Bai Bing was really proud. He only needed to put his hand close to the depression from the bottom up to reach the purpose. It's just that in this way, everything that should not be touched has been touched.

Maybe it was extremely female**. Bai Bing woke up again and rushed to her chest to relax and breathe smoothly. Then, she clearly felt the big hand on her chest, the hot big hand that was clumsily wrapped in bandages. Even Bai Bing couldn't face Zhuo Fan at this time. He closed his eyes tightly and let him do it. I want to faint again, but I can't do it. The more shy I feel, the clearer I feel, and the more shy I feel, the more touched my heart is.

Zhuo Bufan was sweating at this time. He couldn't care about your shyness. The more he was, the more clumsy he became. He sprinkled the powder and finally wrapped the bandage around, but his hand slipped and the cloth disappeared.

"Damn~", he cursed secretly. Zhuo Bufan could only find the cloth head with his hand, pressed Ao Ting with his hand, lowered his head and bit the cloth head, tightened the bandage with the other hand, and finally completed the dressing.

The short-breathing chest twisted several times with bandages, white and squeezed to the side, full of someone's blood-stained hand marks.