The situation in the city was completely unexpected by Shubru.

He never dreamed that his hard work to break the city would result like this.

Seeing the dense corpses in the dead end, Shubru's joy suddenly came to naught. A thick chill rose from behind his backbone and quickly spread throughout his body. At the same time, a deep sense of dread welled up from under his heart and occupied his mind, a blank space in his mind. He even had a bit of a spinning feeling.

"Fooled!"

Shubru's scalp tingles.

At a glance, on the street behind the city gate, there were at least a hundred Tartars lying down, as well as the corpses of countless servant soldiers. The farthest of them, after rushing out of the city gate, was less than thirty feet away, and they were struck down. More people, but at a distance of about fifteen feet, were beaten down in a series of ways. Due to the number of people who fell, it was so large that many corpses were stacked up. Blood seeped from beneath the pile of corpses, staining the parched ground completely dark red. Shubru actually had a very strange feeling, as if the land here was too arid, and it was desperately absorbing the abundant blood.

"Zhang Zhun!"

Shuburu was angry and angry.

He suddenly realized that he had been fooled again.

Indeed, the gates were opened. However, when the gates are opened, they lead not to heaven, but to hell. His internal annihilation was obviously discovered by Zhang Zhun and others. Therefore, they deliberately calculated and set a huge trap behind the city gate. As long as the Tartar falls into this trap, he will never be able to leave. Pity yourself, you don't realize that Long Kong and the others have been recognized. Seeing the signal sent by Long Kong and the others, he rushed up with his subordinates without thinking. As a result, it accurately fell into Zhang Zhun's trap. Now, this dead end full of corpses is like a meat grinder, crushing every tartar that breaks in.

"Damn it!"

Shubulu could only curse fiercely.

However, there was no way back for him. Because, behind him, the same swarming follow-up troops. The dense gunfire has drowned out any human voices. Even if he yelled hysterically, the people behind him couldn't hear it. There was no way, Shubru had no choice but to continue to rush forward. He still has the last vestiges of fantasy that he can break through this dead end and successfully enter the city.

is worthy of being a veteran white-armored soldier in the Tartars, and Shubru's speed and movements are the best. He used the cover of the corpses on the ground to keep rushing forward. Soon, he was more than ten feet away. However, he did not realize that at least thirty or more guns were aimed at him.

"Bang bang bang!"

Suddenly there was a loud burst of gunfire.

Shu Buru felt the world spinning for a while, and his whole body seemed to have been bitten by countless mosquitoes, and he felt a little numb. Then, he felt that he had suffered several heavy blows in a row, and his body was unstable, staggering, staggering, and unable to control it at all. Immediately, Shu Buru felt as if his body had been completely torn apart. His consciousness blurred instantly. In front of me, there was darkness.

"Poof!"

Schoerouen fell face to face.

The gold-encrusted waist knife in his hand was also thrown aside.

"Run!"

"There's an ambush!"

"Shubru was killed!"

Seeing that Shubru was also killed, the other Tartars finally came to their senses.

Behind the gate hole, there is a trap for the defenders. This cul-de-sac is the tomb where they are buried. Even if they are Da Luo Jin Immortals and have great ability, as long as they enter this dead end, what awaits them is only a dead end. The defenders who are waiting around the cul-de-sac can easily tear them all apart without giving them any chance to live.

"Withdraw!"

"Get out!"

The surviving Tartars quickly turned around and evacuated the city. However, the Tartars in the back kept coming up. So, the two sides collided fiercely in the city gate hole. Those who are in front of them should retreat. The people behind are going to rush forward. Due to the unusual noise of the gunshots, it is impossible to communicate with each other in words, and it is even more difficult to understand with gestures. As a result, hundreds of people were densely packed inside the city gate cave.

"Shoot at the Gate Hole!"

At the end of the dead end, Yang Zhiyuan waved his hand coldly.

"Bang bang bang!"

Dense gunfire rang out again.

All the warriors of the First Association shot intensively at the city gate. The soldiers of the First Association, the defense line is just behind the city gate hole, and the city gate hole is in a straight line. Their shots can shoot through the entire city gate. With bursts of gunfire, the deadly Mini bullets continued to roar. The tartars hiding in the cave of the city gate fell one after another.

The Tartars crowded each other in the gate hole, pushing each other, and hitting each other, and there was no chance of evasion. Almost every Minny bullet that came with a whistle hit the Tartar accurately. After a while, the city gate cave was already densely packed with Tartar corpses, which was even more spectacular than the scene in the dead end.

"Run!"

"Run!

At this time, even a fool understands that if he doesn't retreat, he will have to put his life here. So, the surviving Tartars in the cave of the city gate hurriedly turned around and fled. As a result, Minnie whistled and followed them, knocking them to the ground. Of the ten tartars, only five escaped at most. However, their danger has not yet passed.

At this moment, on the city wall near the north gate of Aoshan City, five or six hundred guards were waiting for them. The fighters of the artillery association were also ready to open fire. How is it possible to leave with ease? Now that you're here, don't leave so fast! Zhang Zhun has always been very hospitable, and the means of retaining guests are also very special.

"Bang bang bang!"

Seeing the Tartars escaping from the city gate, the soldiers of the escort opened fire one after another. The Mini bullet continued like a storm, sweeping towards the Tartar below.

"Knock knock!"

The artillery of the artillery association also began to fire.

When the Tartars attacked, in order to prevent the Tartars from being frightened, Zhang Zhun did not let the artillery fire. Now, the Tartars are going to retreat, and these Francophone cannons, of course, have to be played well. Firing a cannon to see you off, since ancient times, is the supreme etiquette!

With the sound of cannons, one by one solid bullets were smashed out. Leaving aside whether it hit the target or not, the sound of the artillery itself was extremely shocking. If a Tartar is unfortunately directly hit by a solid bullet, it will definitely end up with blurred flesh and blood, and it may even be smashed into pieces, and there will be no corpse.

In the sound of gunfire, the enemies fleeing in embarrassment, whether they were Tartars, Second Tartars, or Han Annihilation, continued to fall as if they were cutting wheat. In the field outside the city, in a short time, there were dozens more corpses.

"Bang!"

Zhang Zhun raised his hand and shot it.

Of course he can't let these guys go.

Come and don't be rude, stay!

"Thirty-three!"

Zhang Lingyun continued to count.

"Bang!"

Zhang Zhun raised his hand and fired another shot, and another Tartar fell.

This time it's a Red Armor.

"Thirty-four!"

Zhang Lingyun's voice came.

Those who were killed by Zhang Zhun were all white-armored soldiers or red-armored soldiers in the Tartars. Capture the thief first capture the king, they are the elite of the Tartars, of course, they must be sent to hell as soon as possible. Without these white-armored soldiers and red-armored soldiers, the morale of the Tartars will be greatly hit, and the combat effectiveness will also decline rapidly. This will be very beneficial for the battle to recover Tayokoshima in the future.

"Fun!"

Zhang Zhun's feeling is only these two words.

It's been a long time since I've felt this kind of exhilaration.

Even when I was in combination with the White Lady, I didn't have such a hearty feeling.

It seems that there is nothing to do to kill the tartars, which is good for physical and mental health!

At the same time, I felt happy, and Yang Zhiyuan. When the other warriors went up to the city to pursue the enemy, he took a few warriors and began to inspect the battlefield. Inside the dead end, the corpses of the Tartars are scattered all over the place, and it looks as spectacular as a mountain of corpses. After searching hard for a long time, Yang Zhiyuan found Shu Buru's golden waist knife. It took a while to rummage through it before he found Shubru's body. This slave chief, who had occupied Tianheng Island for several years, had been shot at least twenty times, and he was already unrecognizable and unrecognizable.

After counting, there were at least fifteen corpses of white-armored soldiers and red-armored soldiers at the scene. Among them, the number of white-armored soldiers will not be less than five. Basically, it can be concluded that the elite of the Tartars are all completely buried here. Without these elites, Tianhengdao's protective capacity will be greatly reduced. The recovery of Tianheng Island is said to be waiting.

Ryukong's body was also found. Yang Zhiyuan came specifically to find his corpse. Zhang Zhun's speculation is indeed not wrong, this dragon sky is indeed Han Jian. The corpse of this Han Zhan was pressed down layer by layer by other Tartar corpses. This Han annihilation is finally full of evil and suffers retribution.

"Phew!"

"Dead man!"

Yang Zhiyuan spat fiercely.

There are too many Tartar corpses in the cave of the city gate. Because the bodies were stacked on top of each other, it was simply impassable. Yang Zhiyuan initially estimated that there were more than 50 corpses in the city gate cave alone. The soldiers of the convoy, if they want to leave the city, have to move the corpses of these Tartars.

"One knife per person!"

"Pull the body out!"

Yang Zhiyuan shouted in a deep voice.

There has been a painful lesson from Yang Junjie last time, and the current guards must meticulously mend a bayonet to the enemy's corpse to ensure that no one hides inside and pretends to be dead. After inspection, there were no Tartars pretending to be dead, but it was a bit of a struggle to pull away all the overlapping Tartar corpses. Fortunately, the military households in the city should be able to help.

(To be continued)