"I, Yue Yun, who will fight me!"

Under the city of Tangzhou, Yang Feng roared arrogantly with a prancing horse horizontal knife like a pretending criminal. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As a famous general of the Jin Kingdom, a warrior who has been fighting with Jin Wushu for many years, he still can't understand Yue Yun's suicidal actions, even if this guy's fierceness on the battlefield even he admires, but only with 350 people to attack Tangzhou City, where he is garrisoned by 5,000 people, it can only be described as not knowing whether he is alive or dead.

In that case, then he's welcome.

Less than two minutes after Yang Feng's provocation, the gate of Tangzhou opened, and Wusun Yanyan rushed out with five hundred true Jurchens and more than four thousand miscellaneous cards, and began to line up outside the city.

"Yue Nanman, let's settle Yingchang's account today."

Wusun said that he came out and smiled at Yang Feng.

"Grandpa, I won't bully you, grandpa is waiting for you to finish the formation."

Yang Feng said disdainfully.

After speaking, the two of them each controlled their war horses and retreated back to their main formation.

The cavalry behind Yang Feng had already been completed in formation, and the five hundred Jurchen cavalry behind Wusun had also been completed, and there were more than a thousand miscellaneous cavalry who were hurriedly arrayed to prepare for the attack, and the rest were the miscellaneous infantry, which were also constantly pouring out of the city gate. At this time, the population of the Jurchens was still their hard wound, and there was a mess in the Jin soldiers, such as the Khitan, Xi, Han and other ethnic groups, which could be said to be a complete hodgepodge, and the Han army was actually getting larger and larger, and even when the Jin Wushu invaded the south for the last time, they had to use Han Chang as the main general.

After all, they also fought the Twenty Years' War.

A large number of young and middle-aged people also died on the battlefield, which seriously limited their ability to replenish troops, especially since they themselves have not stopped killing each other over the years, such as when they were tied with the Golden Vulture Technique, and the tart lazy who attacked the Song Dynasty at the same time with the left and right marshals died in internal fighting.

At this point, they are really not as good as the descendants of the wild boar skin, although the descendants of the wild boar skin are also infighting, and there is also a certain amount of cannibalism, but compared with the cannibalism of the Wanyan family, it is like child's play, and the latter is completely bleeding himself. A large number of famous generals who had previously been famous in the war died in internal strife, and Wanyan Xiyin, Zong Pan, and Zong Jun, who created Jurchen Wen, were all killed by Jin Wushu. Even the number one general of the Jin Kingdom, who is higher than the Jin Wushu, is also Wanyan Zonghan, because his cronies were all killed, and he died of illness early in anger, and after Wan Yan Liang succeeded to the throne by the famous Jin Hailing, it can be said that he was killed internally.

This is also one of the important reasons for the rapid weakening of the Jin State.

Now this decline has begun.

"Marshal, it's better to storm now, take advantage of their formation, kill these Jurchen soldiers as quickly as possible, and the rest of the Han army will not be a worry."

Liang Xing looked at the Jin army in the formation and said cautiously.

Yang Feng, who was busy opening a large box and putting a smaller one on his back, shook his head with a smile.

"Let them line up!"

He carried the box on his back, picked up a dark and dreary thing inside, and said indifferently.

This box was suddenly extra on the back of his deputy horse this morning, he didn't say what it was, Liang Xing and those soldiers didn't dare to ask more, since he was so confident, then Liang Xing didn't want to say anything more, anyway, Liang Xing and the three hundred and fifty soldiers were out of the way, they were willing to follow the north, then they no longer thought about life and death, the three hundred and fifty cavalry on horseback all clung to their weapons, waiting for the next desperate fight.

Soon the Jin army formation was completed.

"Yue Nanman, suffer death!"

Wusun Yan jumped on his horse with a mace and yelled at Yang Feng.

Then he swung his mace.

Nearly 5,000 troops marched forward like a tidal wave.

"Wait for my orders!"

Yang Feng said.

He didn't get on the horse, and after finishing speaking, in the stunned eyes of Liang Xing and others, he carried the box on his back, carried the black and heavy thing like a bundle of iron rods, strode forward, walked to a slightly raised mound between the two armies, and looked at the Jin army who was charging on the opposite side with an arrogant face, at this time the latter was less than half a mile away, the Jin army's shouts and killings surged like a tsunami, and the sound of countless horses' hooves and footsteps trampling the ground was like thunder, and even the ground was constantly trembling, and then those cavalrymen who were waiting for the battle, Then they saw their marshal lean forward, and at the same time he roared loudly......

"Haotian God, give me strength!"

Then flames suddenly erupted from the front of the iron rod-like thing, and a strange sound like a buzzer sounded, and an intermittent red light pierced the Jin Army.

The horseback of Wusun was still holding a mace and roaring, and the red light instantly came to him, and he flew upside down from the horse as if he had been hit by the spear of a charging cavalryman, and fell under the horse's hooves with the blood and screams that spurted from his chest.

At the same time, where all the red light swept through, those golden soldiers densely lined up in the most dense charging formation fell in waves with splattered blood like wheat stalks swept by a sickle, not only people, but even those war horses fell in pieces. Almost instantly, the charging Jin soldiers fell into a sea of corpses and blood, as if there were thousands of divine arm bows shooting crossbow arrows at them, and the front row of Jin soldiers all fell in a pool of blood, and the red light just swept back and forth layer by layer, and the dead bodies of the Jin soldiers continued to pile up layer by layer in all the places that were swept.

Time is too short.

Even the golden soldiers didn't react, even if the ones in front had fallen, the ones behind were still advancing, and then they fell on the corpses in front.

And the marshal in the middle of the battlefield still maintained his upright posture, with a kind of crazy excitement kept roaring, two hands holding the bundle of iron rods flat on the right side, and then kept sweeping back and forth, the red line pierced from the flames kept sweeping among the golden soldiers, with the flames in front of the iron rods, his body was also constantly backwards, his feet even ploughed two furrows in the soft earth, and countless yellow sticks, smaller than the little thumb, fell at his feet like rain.

Uh, this is an M134 machine gun.

Of course, he wouldn't take these three hundred and fifty cavalry to Youzhou with sabers, and even if he could do it, it was estimated that these three hundred and fifty people would all die on the way.

At this time, Xiao Qian had already hid in his secret stronghold in Mongolia, when he went back, he bought land in Mongolia and built a villa, and obtained protection by bribing local officials, and now money is a number for him, Xiao Qian has the ability to enter the firewall of all banks, and then provide him with the funds he needs, and it will not arouse any suspicion, so he simply hoarded a large number of arms in this stronghold, and he was caught off guard by the last crossing, but this time he was completely prepared.

Of course, these weapons are only for his own use, and will not be used to arm this army, after all, these weapons can also kill him.

It's better to pretend to be yourself.

He's pretending to be brutal enough.

He deliberately let the Jin soldiers complete the formation.

Now in the era of cold weapons, the most standard dense formation of golden soldiers, like lambs to the slaughter, greet the baptism of steel and fire, even if they are deliberately adjusted to a low speed, the rate of fire still reaches a thousand rounds per minute electric Gatling, crazy bloodbath this unprepared army. The ancient iron armor is like a layer of tissue paper, which can not provide them with any protection at all, and the seven-point 62 mm NATO standard bullet can even easily penetrate two or three people, guided by the tracer bullet that indicates the trajectory, with Yang Feng's constantly moving muzzle, the dense bullets keep hitting the dense Jin Army soldiers, creating the most terrifying corpse mountain and blood sea on the battlefield.

There were too many dead bodies.

The corpses of people and war horses were even stacked up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and if it weren't for Yang Feng standing on a high place, I am afraid that the shooting boundary would have been blocked at this time.

But even so, the Jin army on the other side did not turn around and run away.

They are certainly not brave enough.

Instead, they were directly stunned, they didn't even know what was going on, they saw that the white-robed general's hand on the mound suddenly flashed with fire, and then a red line stabbed towards them, constantly sweeping in front of them, and all the places that were swept over, whether it was people or war horses, were splashed with blood in an instant and fell. Not even the first row, the second and third rows were falling, and those soldiers couldn't see much wound in front of them, but behind them there were blood holes bigger than fists, this strange situation was completely beyond the scope of those soldiers' understanding, and all of their brains were in a state of death, and they didn't know how to deal with it.

Fortunately, this horrific situation did not last long, and soon the strange beep and the equally strange red light disappeared.

"Humph!"

Yang Feng, who had used up a thousand rounds of ammunition, looked at the remaining Jin soldiers on the opposite side with disdain.

"Do you want to come again?"

He shouted at a loud voice.

At the same time, he waved the M134 machine gun in his hand.

Suddenly, like an explosion, countless frightened screams sounded, and then all the Jin soldiers on the opposite side, whether it was the Han army or the few remaining Jurchens, turned around as fast as they could, and rushed towards Tangzhou City behind them, and even desperately pushed down their companions who were blocking the way in front and then stepped on their feet.

Yang Feng took a few steps around with the machine gun and walked to his formation, threw the machine gun to the ground, turned over and pulled out the Mo knife inserted in the ground.

"Kill!"

Then he pointed forward and yelled.

Liang Xing and the others behind him who were in a petrified state came to their senses at this time, and everyone raised their weapons with great excitement.

"Kill!"

A tsunami-like roar rang out.

Three hundred and fifty cavalrymen led by Yang Feng urged their horses at the same time and began to charge towards Tangzhou City.