Chapter 881: No One Survives (Page 1/1)

Hearing the sound of the horn, the Zhenglan Banner Lazhangjing unwillingly glanced at Lu Rile and the other Changxing troops, turned his head and rushed back towards the blue flag.

The 2,000 elite armoured soldiers who came out were less than 1,500 when they returned. Such a loss was enough to make Amin so distressed that he vomited blood.

Amin held the sword at his waist, and the joints of his fingers were white. What was originally a well-planned ambush battle is now fought like this.

Although hundreds of cavalry of the Changxing Army were killed, there were also many losses in the blue flag. Both sides have to suffer a little more by putting blue flags on the number of casualties, how can Amin not be angry.

Looking at the more than 1,000 Changheung troops surrounded by North Koreans, the muscles on Amin's face twisted for a while.

"Vladivostok! Dog minions in the East China Sea! Today, the Lord will let you know what the majesty of Dajin is inviolable, and ten times the strength of the army will exhaust you even if you are killed!

Today, I will let you know what despair is! If you want to fight hard with the noble Jurchens, you are not qualified enough. When you kill all these Koreans, you will personally cut off your heads! ”

Amin already hated the Changxing Army in Anzhou City, these people should obviously be the source of Jurchen soldiers, and they are all savage-like Jurchens.

They could capture as many soldiers as they wanted, but from the day the city of Vladivostok was built.

This land was forever out of the control of the Jurchens, and the savages not only united together, but also attacked the Jurchens' hometown of Jianzhou from time to time.

Since Vladivostok was too far away from Shengjing, Dajin's enemies came out one after another, and the Jurchens were unable to free up their hands to deal with the enemies behind them.

What made Amin most angry was that this group of savages actually got involved with the Changxing Army, and even stretched out their hands to his own land in North Korea.

This is something that Amin can't bear no matter what, no matter what, he has to cut off Vladivostok's arm stretched out to North Korea, which is also the purpose of Amin's rush to lead his troops to Anju.

The battle of Ke'anzhou City was not smooth from the beginning, and the long-term failure to attack greatly affected Amin's prestige. Especially those North Koreans, if it weren't for the Jurchens' strong bullet pressure, they would not have been able to suppress them.

Amin looked at the remaining more than 3,000 armor soldiers around him, and his heart was irritable. I don't know how long it will take to replenish such a big loss, I hope that the attack on Anzhou City can replenish the consumption of this battle!

After Lu Zhile and Kugli converged, the swordsmen were on the periphery, and the Changxing army, which was about to lose their strength, sat underground at night to recover their strength.

The firecrackers were blocked by the North Koreans at the outermost level, and they couldn't be killed for a while.

Facing the North Korean soldiers who came up from all around, Lu Rile couldn't help frowning. He didn't know what benefits the Jurchens had given to this group of Koreans, so that this group of people who were not wearing armor and only holding a tattered iron knife in their hands came up and fought hard.

Although the Koreans were reluctant to go to war with the Jangheung army, these people surrounded them. I don't know who shouted something among the North Koreans, and the North Koreans' eyes immediately turned red.

Luzhle didn't care what they were shouting, it was nothing more than raising the reward. In any case, in the end, you have to use the knife in your hand to speak.

The temptation of the shouting just now was too great for the North Koreans, and someone sent an order. As long as you take a head of the Changxing Army, you can give the whole family of the North Koreans a membership.

The temptation to make the lowly Koreans become noble Jurchens is enough to make the North Koreans tempted.

After raising the nationality, it is a Jurchen, that is, a master, and he can have his own clothed minions, and such a promise makes the eyes of the North Koreans red.

Another shout rang out among the North Koreans, and then the North Koreans rushed up like crazy. Although the big sword in the hand of Chang Xingjun in front of him was bright, there were still people who were unconsciously pushed forward by their companions.

At this moment, the North Koreans running in front wanted to stop, and the person with the big snow knife couldn't open his eyes.

There were a lot of corpses of people and horses on the ground, and all of them were the corpses of the Jurchen masters, and some smart ones began to stop and wanted to see them again.

But the North Koreans had been carried away by the promise just now, and they rushed up. It was impossible for the people in front to stop, and they were pushed and passively approached the Changxing Army.

"Kill!" With a loud shout, the Changxing Army's swordsman swung the broadsword in his hand and slashed at the enemy in front of him. In front of the broadsword in their hands, both the weapon and the human body were all broken into two sections.

For a while, there were screams one after another, people were constantly being chopped, limbs and flesh were flying all over the sky, and the battlefield seemed to have become a slaughterhouse.

But the number of Koreans is too much, and they are constantly pressing the swordsmen to slowly retreat.

Luzhle swung his sword and smashed the enemy in front of him along with the steel knife, but the enemy behind him stabbed Luzhle in the chest.

Although the force of this shot was not small, it had not yet pierced Luzhle's thickened cuirass. Even if it wasn't punctured, Luzhle didn't feel good.

He involuntarily took half a step back, retracted his horse chopping knife and swung it with all his strength again, and another person was cut in two by him.

When he retracted the saber again, Lu Rile felt that the knife had sunk, and the saber was actually caught in the hands of the North Koreans who were not afraid of death.

Luzhile immediately flipped the blade of his sword, and the enemy who grabbed the saber with both hands immediately drenched in blood. Lu Zhile did not hesitate to withdraw his saber and slash out again.

The successive slashes of more than a dozen knives made Lu Zhile a little breathless, but the besieged horse swordsmen had no time to rotate.

Just as Lu Zhile was thinking of a way to break the enemy, a muffled snort came from beside him.

One of the knifemen on his side was grabbed by two North Koreans with a large knife, and under the pull of both sides, some of the exhausted knife hands were pulled out of the array by the North Koreans.

Lu Rile watched as the knife man was dragged into the North Koreans, and the man was dismembered before he could react.

A North Korean grabbed the head of a soldier of the Jangheung Army and shouted happily: "I got it!" I'm going to be a Jurchen master, and you're all my slaves...... Just! ”

Before the North Korean could finish speaking, an extra knife tip appeared in his chest. The other man pierced the man's heart, snatched the man's head, and turned to run.

The others were stunned for a moment, then chased them out. This human head immediately caused a bloody storm among the North Koreans, and they did not care about continuing to besiege and kill the Changxing army, and they joined the competition for the human head.

Changxing Army took advantage of this rare opportunity, and the two rows of horse swordsmen completed the change. In the short period of time just now, each of the war horse swordsmen in the front row slashed at least a dozen knives, and the tired swordsmen with such a high intensity gasped for breath.

The change of position came too timely, and if it weren't for the North Koreans' competition for the top, they would not have had a short rest. In that short period of time just now, the Changxing army lost more than 20 men.

The knifemen who were dragged out of the array were wiped out, and no one survived at all!

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