Han’s Son is Not a Slave

Looking at the soldier formation made of iron armor in front of him, and the spears erected in the formation, the gods shuddered, but he could not retreat, so he could only bite the bullet and rush forward. In the sight, the Taiping Kou, who was carrying the hammer, was still standing there. Although he couldn't see his face under his iron helmet, his arrogant appearance made the gods angry. Going up, the thief will be captured first, and the king will be captured first. The iron tower Taiping Bandit is the commander of this iron-clad soldier. If this bandit can be killed in one fell swoop, this group of iron-clad Taiping bandits may collapse.

The blind man Li Yan smiled and looked at the vested soldiers of the forward camp who came straight to him. Although he was blind in one eye, his vision in the other eye was very good. angry gaze.

I have been eating and drinking in Guangzhou for so long, and the Manchu girls have played so much. Finally, it is time for me to repay the handsome and show my skills!

"The handsome eats and drinks and feeds us. Today, it's time for us to serve the handsome, and you should work harder for me! Don't tell outsiders to say that our Iron Manwei is a rice bucket that can only eat and can't do anything!"

Blind Li took the hammer off his shoulders, shouted loudly, and walked forward. The 800 Iron Man Guards behind him also shouted collectively and stepped forward following the blind man Li. The sound of the iron armor made the official road full of echoes. Rows of iron guards blocked the official road and moved forward like an iron wall.

The overall movement of the armored soldiers made the armored soldiers of the vanguard battalion change their colors. On this narrow official road, they could not turn back, and it was even more impossible to use their cavalry and archery to beat the armored soldiers far away. They disperse, because their arrows can't penetrate the iron armor of the Taiping troops at all, they can only use the fighting courage of the opponent to hit their iron armor array and destroy their fighting spirit. But this seems a little impossible.

The gods shouted loudly to cheer for themselves, and pointed a long knife at Li, the blind man. The vanguard battalion soldiers who had no choice, like the gods, rushed on their horses, shouting in Manchu.

The gunmen of the Taiping Army on both sides of the slopes subconsciously stopped firing their guns at this moment. They nervously and expectantly watched how the cavalry of the Qing army and the armored iron guards collided with each other. Who was better? .

The spears erected by the Taiping Army in front made the horses of the forward battalion a little scared, and the horse-armored soldiers on the horse did not have time to cover the eyes of the mounts. They can only whip hard, use their legs to squeeze the belly of the horse, or use a dagger to stab their own mount.

The warhorse neighed and rushed towards the Iron Guard of the Taiping Army.

When the gods' horses' hoofs stepped on, the blind man Li, who was wearing heavy iron armor, jumped to the left very lightly. His iron armor that weighed more than seventy pounds seemed to not exist at all, and it didn't affect his movements at all. The gods were saved with a knife, and their hearts suddenly tightened, and the mount did not stop and plunged into the iron armored formation in front.

"Stab!"

Blind Li roared, and the three rows of iron guards holding spears stabbed their spears sharply forward. The spear is nearly four meters long. Either stab on the front belly of the charging horses, or stab the Qing soldiers on the horse, and stab into the armor with the speed of the horse's charge.

Before the Qing army on the horse fell off the horse, the blind man Li shouted again: "Chop!"

The iron guards in the front two rows, armed with machetes, immediately slashed at the legs of the war horses with their knives. In the sound of "Puchi", the warhorse rushing in front suddenly screamed and chopped off its front legs with a slashing sword. The horses' legs were everywhere, the warhorses were wailing everywhere, and the soldiers of the immediate Qing Dynasty fell one by one from the horse.

The mount of the gods was also cut off from the horse's legs, and he was horrified, and his center of gravity was unstable and fell from the horse. His martial arts are also superb, and he used his strength to make his body fall to the right, instead of directly slashing forward under the slashing sword of the iron armored soldiers.

With a "thump", the gods took care and fell to the ground. The dirt and dust choked on his mouth. He clearly felt that there seemed to be a broken bone under his flank, but this pain was nothing in his eyes. He wanted to jump up, but his body suddenly became heavy, as if he was being held down by something huge. He turned his head to look, but the iron tower Taiping Kou had stepped on his back with one foot.

"you!"

The gods were struggling, but they couldn't move, and there seemed to be infinite strength on the other's feet. It made him gasp for breath. The gods watched carefully, this tower man was actually a one-eyed dragon!

"Dog Tartar, still want to kill Lao Tzu!"

The blind man Li pouted, raised the big hammer and smashed it at the gods. When I mentioned it again, there were a few bones stuck on the tip of the hammer. Looking at the gods on the ground, they were twitching constantly, but they couldn't move from beginning to end, like an ant that was only trampled to death by an elephant.

The gods died, and it was better to say that they were trampled to death instead of being hammered to death. As a result, Li Wanru, the blind man of his life, rushed into the chaotic forward battalion without anyone, no matter whether it was a human or a horse, there would always be a loud "pop" sound when the hammer hit. The armored soldier was so frightened by the giant hammer that his soul flew away. Seeing that the giant man was smashing all the way, no one could stop him. He couldn't even run, so he could only watch the giant killer come over.

"In! In! In!"

The Iron Man Guards lined up neatly and moved forward along the rhythm and pace of their usual training. Strength, the fastest speed to kill the Qing army in front of him.

The armored soldiers of the gods and their subordinates died tragically like their leaders. They failed to break through the iron armored soldiers of the Taiping Army, but were defeated by the opponent. The Iron Man Guard, armed with a machete, kept slashing and slashing until the blood flowed into rivers. Before the battle, there were either dead horses or dead people, none of them were intact, the broken legs of horses and the broken legs of people were piled up in a mess, making people nauseous.

The end of the iron wall could not be seen at a glance, and I did not know how many iron armored soldiers were there. Looking at the front, all the soldiers and horses fell down. They stopped moving forward, and turned around to go back, but the people behind them didn't know what was going on in front of them. The Mongolian soldiers who were fighting the Taiping army on both sides of the **** were also shooting vigorously, and they didn't even notice that the front was bad.

It wasn't until the sound of the iron armor colliding with the neat "In! In! In!" reached their ears that the Mongolian soldiers realized that the front battalion was frantically retreating.

The surviving forward battalion soldiers could not stop the iron guards coming over, and the official road was crowded, so the wise ones abandoned their horses and ran back, leaving the war horses to block the iron armored soldiers. The Iron Guards of the Taiping Army had no pity for the war horses, they only knew how to slash everything that stood in their way with their swords. Regardless of whether it is a man or a horse, even though this war horse is invaluable to the Taiping Army, it is now only an obstacle blocking their progress. One after another, the war horses were cut to the ground, stepping on the corpses of war horses that were still wailing and twitching. Iron Man went straight forward. The vanguard battalion collapsed, and the Mongolian soldiers ran back in fright.

"No retreat, no retreat!"

The sudden turn of the battle situation made Ji Dali feel like he was hit in the head. The forward battalion soldiers who rushed into the inner official road, together with the Mongolian soldiers, had as many as a thousand people, and they would all be crowded on the official road. If they retreated, they wouldn't need to be killed by the Taiping army, and half of those who trampled on each other would die.

Ji Dali tried his best to stop his men on the hind legs and ordered them to turn around to block the Taiping iron armored soldiers, but the armored soldiers were so frightened that no one dared to go up. Shiha was also washed away.

Ji Dali was still thinking about how to deal with this crisis. The iron armored soldiers of the Taiping Army had already come over, seeing this. Ji Dali didn't dare to block hard, so he had to turn around and retreat when he hit the horse, but the Taiping army gunmen on the **** shot a few horses and blocked half of the narrow official road. They were scrambling with Mongolian horses to run, but no one could run.

The back road was cut off, and the iron armored soldiers of the Taiping Army came over again. Ji Dali knew that he couldn't escape, so he widened his eyes and roared, and rushed forward on his horse. He will die on the road of attack, not on the road of escape. The big sword in his hand slashed heavily towards an iron armored soldier in front of him. But the iron armored soldier was not afraid at all. He stood there and didn't move.

court death!

Ji Dali fiercely slashed at the chest of the iron armored soldier standing there, but before the blade reached the opponent's chest, there was a huge pain in his right leg.

"Uh!"

Ji Dali's face was contorted in pain, and when he looked down, he saw a slashing horse slashing straight on his right leg. Although he was heavily armored, he was without armor below the knee. The iron-clad soldier slashed at his right leg with all his strength, and immediately cut off his right knee and below the bones.

"Damn!..."

Ji Dali couldn't hold it any longer, and he lost his weight and fell to his knees. His face was covered in blood, like a ghost, and he kept roaring, glaring hatefully at the iron armored soldier who cut off his right leg.

The iron armored soldier succeeded in one blow, and without even looking at the kneeling Qing general, he returned with another knife, heading straight towards Ji Dali's neck. The strength was so great that Ji Dali's head flew out far away, his eyes were furious, blood spurted out of his neck, and the headless body twisted unwillingly and fell heavily to the ground.

The iron armored soldier wiped the blood sprayed on his face, licked his lips, and spat out the blood. The continuous slashing had made him numb, and he didn't care who died under the knife.

"Good boy, kill a Dutong, remember this for you, and go back to my Manchu girls for you to choose!"

Blind Li saw that Ji Dali was killed. He laughed and credited the iron-clad soldier with a reward. He then continued to chase and kill the fleeing Qing soldiers with an iron hammer. After running about ten paces, he suddenly remembered something and turned around. He hurriedly shouted: "I only give you two, don't think I'll give you both, I'm still happy myself."

The army was defeated like a mountain, and the death of Tutong Ji Dali completely lost the courage of the remaining vanguard battalion vests. As they flew towards the mountain pass, they threw away the weapons in their hands to remove the iron armor, because the heavy armor seriously affected their escape. speed. The Mongolian soldiers ran faster. Who cares about the life and death of the Manchu uncles. With these Manchu uncles behind them, they can survive.

Guan Tianshui commanded the remaining gunmen of the two battalions, A and B, to harvest the lives of the fleeing Qing troops on the slopes on both sides. Of the remaining people, three of the four co-leaders died, and it could be said that the forward battalion was disabled. The three Niulu Mongolian soldiers who rushed to the entrance of Ziguandao with the Qianfeng Battalion also had only more than 400 people left. Several of the Zuo and Xie leaders died. After rushing out, none of the Mongolian soldiers had blood on their faces. He was also jumping wildly, but seeing the open space in front of him, he was glad that he survived.

The first thing Mongolian Zoled Alta did when he ran out was jumping off his horse, holding up the fresh soil on the ground and crying aloud, then took out the wine bag and poured it into his mouth desperately, as if he could be drunk as long as he was drunk. Forget the nightmare just now.

Yamaguchi regained its tranquility again, only the corpses all over the place told the living that a massacre had just happened here. The Qing army camp was also silent. Ji Du stared blankly at the hundreds of remnants who had escaped, feeling that his body and mind were cold.

Lost, how did you lose?

Ji Du stared blankly at Xuanwu Mountain. Although the Green Camp soldiers and the Han army were still fighting with the Taiping army on the slopes on both sides, his blood could no longer heat up. (To be continued.)