Xia Nan also grabbed a spear, came to the team members who didn't dare to jump down with a blue face, and said coldly: "Give you two choices, the first is to jump down and fight like a man, the worst result is to be cut off by the enemy, but your family is supported by me, if you don't die, you will be rewarded for your merits; Second, I cut off your head, and then drive your family out of Mayuan Village. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The weight of these words was so heavy that several people did not dare to imagine the consequences of disobeying orders, and several people howled, as if to embolden themselves, and jumped down.

What made Xia Nan unbelievable was that there was still a person who was trembling and didn't jump. Xia Nan remembered his appearance, left him alone, and jumped off the wooden wall. The man collapsed on the wooden wall and muttered to himself, "To go down is to die, if I don't go down, if I don't go down, if I don't go down, Master Xia is scaring me and won't kill me."

With a distance of less than two hundred meters, it can cross this distance in more than twenty seconds at most. The leaders of both sides gave very decisive orders, and by the time the local soldiers rushed to them, the guards who had jumped off the wall were already in formation.

The usual rigorous training worked, and everyone lined up in a rectangular formation almost with their knee-jerk reactions, while raising their spears and aiming them at the front.

At this time, the native soldiers on the opposite side had already rushed in front of him with a hook knife and shouting, and even the other party's swarthy teeth could be seen clearly.

Xia Nan was worried that the new players who had been training for less than a month would be messed up, and shouted: "Huang Hansheng shouts the password, everyone listens to the password action!" ”

Huang Hansheng reacted very quickly, and at the same time shouted the pre-order to "raise the gun-"

After day after day of mechanical training, the team members almost dreamed of repeating the assassination action, as soon as they heard the order, as if they forgot that this was on the battlefield, like returning to the training ground, the body reacted faster than the brain, the right hand was holding the gun, the left hand was lifted, the tip of the gun was pointed obliquely forward, the left foot took a step forward, and the upper body leaned forward slightly.

After the preparation was completed, the team members found the feeling of training and alleviated the fear of going to the battlefield for the first time.

The hook knives of the native soldiers have been cut down on the team members, they are not a group of ruffians and hooligans in Hujiazhuang, but soldiers who have assisted the government in suppressing the riot several times, and they have rich combat experience, and the chopping action is both ruthless and steady.

Huang Hansheng shouted the next password: "Thorn!" ”

The team members mechanically followed the essentials of the action, pushed the gun with both arms, and at the same time pushed the body forward with the push of the right foot and the thrust of the waist, and stabbed the spear while landing on the ground with the left foot, and shouted "Kill!" at the same time. The sound of "killing" made by the three hundred people in unison covered the shouts of the native soldiers for a while.

The first wave of arrays between the two sides was close to each other, and the torrent of the chopping foot soldiers running seemed to hit a rock, and suddenly stagnated. The two sides fought each other in close combat, swords and swords, and blood splashed everywhere.

The length of the spear was far longer than that of the hooked knife, and the native soldiers fell quite a bit this turn.

However, the native soldiers of the Foot Pass were very brave, and the second wave of soldiers launched an attack without fear. Many of the spears stabbed by the guards had not yet been pulled out of the opponent's body, and there was no password, so they were at a loss for a while, and they were slashed by hook knives, and the first team members fell a lot for a while.

Xia Nan saw the back and forth in just a few seconds, and the players who lacked actual combat experience were still a lot worse than their experienced opponents. He shouted: "The front row falls, the back row makes up for it, you don't have to listen to the password, you can attack freely according to the training action!" ”

With a clear order, the members of the second column filled the vacancy one after another and stabbed forward according to the usual training movements.

Inch long and inch strong, the spear once again defeated the hook knife, and the second wave of the Foot Cutting Soil Soldiers was disintegrated. The swarming native soldiers in the back could not reach the front line of the confrontation, and the native soldiers in the front always had to endure the stabbing of spears, and the neat formation of the guards ensured that the rear column could quickly fill the vacancy in the front, plus the weapons were longer than the opponents, although the native soldiers were more courageous, the escort team always maintained a local advantage.

In just a few minutes, many people fell on both sides of the confrontation, but the proportion of casualties was very different.

As the saying goes, "three arrows are not as good as a cut, three cuts are not as good as a stab", in ancient times, there were many generals who often "were hit by dozens of arrows" and still could keep fighting, because arrow wounds may not be fatal, and modern weapons fighting will also be cut several times without dying, and stabbing to the chest and abdomen but immediately a life.

Guards who were slashed with a hook knife could still raise their spears and continue to fight as long as they were not killed, while those who were stabbed by spears lost their mobility due to the depth of the spear through the wound. After a few rounds, more and more of the native soldiers fell, and they couldn't get up when they fell, and many of the guards could continue to fight after being stabbed, and the balance of the battle gradually shifted in favor of the guards.

Huang Mengjia watched the battle from the rear and found that this Han team was different from any army he knew it would be. In the past, when suppressing riots, as long as one's own troops charged, the opponent's casualties exceeded one achievement and panicked, and under the continuous attack, the other side would collapse and flee, and then there would be a one-sided slaughter, in such a battle, the courage of the native soldiers was the most important, and only the brave side could make the enemy collapse.

And now this team, in a neat formation, with the usual spears, their assassination actions were simple but effective, coming and going, and most importantly, although they looked flustered, no one fled, almost unconscious machines repeated the assassination action, as if they had been brainwashed.

Seeing that the situation on the battlefield was not in his favor, he stretched out his right hand, and the soldiers next to him handed him a long and thick iron rod, about six feet long and as thick as a human arm, with patterns engraved on the surface, and there were dark red marks in the lines, which seemed to be blood stains after drying.

After he took the weapon, he let out a loud shout and rushed into the battlefield, followed by his own soldiers. The native soldiers in front of him got out of the way, allowing him to rush to the front.

After Huang Mengjia joined the battlefield, the situation changed again. His iron rod is no less long than a spear, but its weight is far superior, and with his innate divine power, he is invincible, like a Monkey King with a golden rod in his hand.

A spear stabbed at him, and he smashed it open, and then smashed it with a stick, and the heads of the opposite team members bloomed, and their brains flew out. Then several spears stabbed at him, he did not retreat but advanced, showing a completely different flexibility from the burly body, slightly turned, let go of a few spears, clamped the left arm, clamped the spear under the armpit, and swept the thousands of troops without stopping in his right hand, and several members of the team on the opposite side either broke their arms or their ribs were broken. One of the team members collapsed with a terrifying inversion of his chest, blood spurting from his mouth, and no one in the escort was his enemy.