Chapter 72: Exit the Flag Bearer The enemy soldiers on the opposite side were obviously shocked.
They waved their weapons uneasily and let out shrill wolf howls, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" by They use this method to embolden themselves, but to no avail.
The Huai'an army rushed over under the rain of arrows, like an iron chisel, striking directly between the eyebrows of every mountain villager.
As long as they open their eyes, they can feel the pressure coming towards them.
It cannot be ignored and there is no way to escape.
"Ouch!"
Someone couldn't bear the heavy pressure and threw his weapon at the Huai'an Army forward who was getting closer and closer.
Heavy tribulus bones, thick iron maces and copper hammers tied with chains rose into the air, but they only flew a dozen steps before they fell to the ground, puffing out clouds of red smoke in vain.
"Ouch!"
Someone raised his buttocks and quietly exerted force on his feet, trying to hide his body behind his accomplice.
But he was pushed and cursed by other mountain people, squeezed out like excrement, and staggered in front of his own team.
Others turned around and tried to escape to the wings of their own military formation.
The twins in the team immediately discovered them, raised their swords and cut them into two pieces at the waist.
"They should use long weapons to hold the front, and then send out men to outflank them from both sides.
The archers should retreat decisively, keep distance, and control the rhythm.
The more hasty they shoot, the worse their accuracy will be.
And that centurion, just killing people is useless.
Use it.
At this time, you should lead the team to charge down the hillside."
Zhang Dingbian saw his opponent's performance in his eyes, and countless suggestions immediately came to his mind.
Although his deputy commander Zhang Wu's command was reckless and rough, the performance of the enemy general opposite was ten times worse than Zhang Wu's.
And at this time, even if the general makes a wrong decision, it is better than being unable to make any decision.
Otherwise, it is equivalent to sending your own robe to the opponent's butcher's knife and letting it be slaughtered.
While he was thinking wildly, another huge shield was thrown towards him.
Zhang Dingbian just shook the flagpole in his hand and picked it out.
Immediately, he saw a pair of yellow-brown eyes, a little nervous, but more of despair.
"Ouch!"
the owner of these eyes howled, stretching out his hands and trying to catch the flag dancing in the air.
Zhang Dingbian shook the flagpole vigorously again, tilting the man's body, and then jerked the battle flag upwards.
The sharp blade at the top of the flagpole penetrated the opponent's abdomen until it reached the flag shaft.
"His armor is too thin, his skills are too weak, and he has not received any training.
He is fighting purely on instinct."
In the next moment, countless messy conclusions poured into Zhang Dingbian's mind.
Press down with your right wrist, lift and push with your left arm.
He threw the opponent's body cleanly, then stabbed the next enemy with the sharp blade at the top of the flagpole, "killing" Short, angry shouts of "kill", "kill" and "kill" alternately sounded beside him.
The robes in the same row took action at almost the same time, knocking the mountain people opposite them to the ground.
Several columns of scarlet blood spurted out, splashing everyone's heads and faces.
But none of them cared about rubbing, and they didn't stop at all.
Relevel the triangular bayonet as quickly as possible and stab the next enemy within easy reach.
The next enemy closest to Zhang Dingbian is a Miao Army twine.
He was wearing a piece of armor that he grabbed from somewhere, and a light green silk ribbon tied around his waist.
At the end of the silk ribbon, there were several skulls that had turned into black, and they kept colliding with each other, making an irritating friction sound.
Zhang Dingbian's eyes were instantly attracted to the skull.
That was most likely the skull of General Tianwan.
When they were defeated outside Wuchang City, none of the captured brothers survived.
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"I want your life" an angry roar came out of his mouth.
The movements of his hands suddenly accelerated, plucking, belting, wrapping, and stabbing.
The sharp flag gun passed by the elbow of Miao Jun's twine, and with a "pop" sound, it pierced the man's lower abdomen.
"Ah" Miao Jun Ma Xian let out a sharp howl, dropped his weapon, grabbed the flag with both hands and tore it hard.
Hot plasma emerged from the wound like a spring, instantly dyeing several pieces of the skull red.
Zhang Dingbian's eyes also turned red.
He raised his foot and kicked the injured twine to the ground.
Then he quickly stepped up with his left foot, stepping on the opponent's sternum, and pulled back hard with both arms, thrusting down, thrusting back, thrusting down, thrusting back, thrusting down, until the twine's chest was stabbed into a sieve, and he finally recovered a little.
Calmly, he took back the flagpole with both hands and raised it high above his head, "Ah" "Captain Zhang, follow the team!"
Someone shouted not far away, which looked very much like Sixty-three who had been killed in battle.
"Battle Commander Zhang, follow the team" "Battle Commander Zhang, follow the team" "Battle Commander Zhang, follow the team" more reminders echoed in his ears repeatedly.
Zhang Dingbian's eyes quickly returned to clarity, he held the Huai'an Army battle flag high and quickly chased towards the front of the team.
After the flag surface was soaked with blood, its weight increased five times.
But he didn't feel the weight at all.
He just moved his legs and kept accelerating, accelerating, accelerating.
The surrounding robes were also running faster, with their bright triangular bayonets flat on their chests, like the fangs of a beast.
Countless Miao soldiers who could not escape were stabbed by the fangs and fell down screaming.
They covered their wounds with both hands and rolled in despair on the ground.
Zhang Dingbian stepped over two enemy corpses one after another, and finally caught up to the front of his team again.
This time, he didn't get distracted, and he didn't instinctively pick on Zhang Wu, his deputy captain.
He focused all his attention on the flag gun, trying every means possible to keep his flag gun flush with the bayonet of Pao Ze beside him.
Another group of enemy soldiers took the initiative to put their bodies in front of the bayonet.
Zhang Dingbian held the flagpole tightly with both hands and pointed the tip of his flag gun at the chest of the enemy soldier closest to him.
This man's hands seemed to be quite flexible, and he actually deflected the gun tip with his machete very quickly.
Then he stepped decisively diagonally, trying to give Zhang Dingbian a fatal blow from the side.
The brother who was running beside Zhang Ding stabbed his bayonet into the man's ribs unceremoniously.
Then he quickly pulled it out, bringing up a wisp of red smoke.
All the strength of the wounded man was quickly drained away as the bayonet was drawn out.
I saw him dropping his scimitar, his body stumbling, swaying back and forth like a drunkard.
Another bayonet that followed from behind stabbed him in the abdomen again, and then with a flick of the knife, he lay down in a pool of blood.
The next person sent to Zhang Ding's flag gun was an elder brother.
His weapon had disappeared, his hands were empty, and he turned his body sideways as if to escape.
Zhang Dingbian had to choose between letting this person go or maintaining his own formation, and he decisively chose the latter.
The flagpole in his hand was thrown back and forth, and he stabbed the man through the neck.
His eyes instantly emptied out, and the enemy troops around him fled, revealing the stunned archers.
Those guys who had already put the feather arrows on the bow arms behaved even worse.
They let out a desperate exclamation in their mouths, dropped the horn bows, and ran away.
Zhang Dingbian caught up with two of them and stabbed them to death one by one from behind.
Then he suddenly realized that he had left the main team, took the initiative to slow down, turned his head and looked around.
Two battle flags, also soaked in the enemy's blood, quickly caught up with him from behind.
It was the deputy commander Zhang Wu and the special noncommissioned officer surnamed Zheng.
They glanced at Zhang Dingbian in surprise, but at the same time turned their heads behind the hillside and said, "Continue, attack forward."
"Attack forward" Zhang Dingbian shouted and joined his team.
Walking side by side with Zhang Wu, non-commissioned officer surnamed Zheng, and seven or eight other brothers in the first row.
No opponent can stop them.
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In front of more than a dozen neat bayonets and three flag guns, there is no room for any individual bravery to be displayed.
No matter how the enemy moves and dodges, there will always be a bayonet or a flag gun waiting for him.
Zhang Dingbian and the robes around him could easily stab any opponent to death as long as they thrust their weapons forward repeatedly.
This method of killing without any tricks is cruel and efficient.
It even has a bit of thrilling magnificence.
Zhang Dingbian and the robes on both sides kept thrusting, thrusting, as fast as cutting rice with a sickle.
Row after row of enemy soldiers, whether those who had deliberately rushed to block the way or those who accidentally stood in front of them, were quickly overturned, corpses next to corpses, like rice sheaves in a summer field.
Zhang Dingbian soon had no time to think anymore, and all his attention was focused on his arms and legs.
The arms and the arms of the robes on both sides stabbed forward at the same time, and the feet and the feet of the robes around them tried to maintain the same stride and the same rhythm.
This fighting method does not show his skill at all, and it is far less satisfying than riding alone, riding a horse and slashing across the sword.
But this way of fighting has its own charm.
He was unknowingly intoxicated, and together with the surrounding robes, he turned into the teeth and four claws of a giant dragon.
Every time he waved, his opponents were littered with corpses.
One group of enemy soldiers was killed and scattered, then another group.
One group of enemy soldiers died violently, and then another.
Zhang Dingbian kept thrusting, thrusting, thrusting.
He didn't know how many enemies he had stabbed to death, and he didn't know where he would end up.
The flag gun in his hand became lighter and lighter, and the flag on the gun barrel turned into rags.
However, he still did not stop, still looking for new enemies, and then rushed over with the surrounding robes.
Staple the enemy into a sieve and send him back to his hometown.
Suddenly, there were no more obstacles in front of him, only frightened screams.
Zhang Dingbian raised his head in shock, and immediately saw a Miao Army general wearing golden armor not far from him, running like a wolf surrounded by a group of cronies.
"Brothers, come with me to kill Yang Wanzhe."
Zhang Wu on the left shouted, waving a bare flagpole and pointing at the golden-armored enemy general.
"The one who killed Yang Wan" "The one who killed Yang Wan" Countless voices echoed around.
Zhang Dingbian shook the tattered flag vigorously and quickly chased after him.
On the other side of the body, I don't know when a new sergeant has been replaced.
His appearance is completely different from that of the sergeant named Zheng, but the red tassel on his head is equally conspicuous.
Rows of bayonets were laid flat, following the flags of the 2nd Battalion of the 3024th Regiment.
Followed by many red helmets and tassels.
It was like a giant dragon opening its mouth
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