"Bang!"

A muffled sound came.

Everyone clearly saw that a Tartar sailor, falling from the mast, plunged headlong into the sea, splashing high waves.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Subsequently, more Tartars fell from the mast.

At the same time, it is possible that a rope was broken by a Mini bullet, and the sails of the pork belly ship were abnormal. The sail on the right, stretched diagonally, hangs in mid-air. This caused the pork belly boat to roll heavily to the right. At the same time, under the blowing of the sea breeze, the pork belly boat involuntarily sailed to the left. On the left, there is the fierce battle on Maojiatun Beach.

"Keep fighting!"

"Defeat all the enemy's sailmen!"

"The Tartar ship is about to run aground!"

Zhou Zhengyu shouted excitedly.

There was a problem with the sails of the pork belly boat, and if there was no sail driver to adjust it, the pork belly boat would not be able to change the general direction, and could only crash straight towards the beach. Although there are no rocks on the beach and nothing like that, it will not completely smash the pork belly boat, but the grounding is certain.

Stranding, it's better than smashing.

After the victory of the battle, this pork belly ship belonged to the escort team.

"Bang bang bang!"

The Tiger Gun continued to fire intensively.

Zhong Wuying and others could see that on the mast of the pork belly boat, the sailman with a tartar tried to retract the right sail that had been pulled down. However, this kind of work cannot be done by one or two people, and it takes at least three or four people to work together. Three or four sailmen gathered together, and the target was too conspicuous.

"Kill them!"

Ma Yi shouted fiercely.

In the eyes of others, Ma Yi is a psychopathic guy. On the surface, he rarely gets angry, but in fact, his heart is unusually hot. The speed at which he shot, only Liu Jixiang could barely beat him. No, he continued to shoot Mini at the sailors, and in a short time, twenty or thirty rounds were fired.

At the same time, Yang Guohua commanded his warship to maneuver to the south to avoid direct collision from enemy ships. The pork belly boat is obviously not good, and Yang Guohua certainly can't get on his own boat. However, this maneuvering evasion action made the shooting accuracy of Ma Yi and others decrease. At the beginning, I didn't hit a single target. Dugu Hunt is no exception.

Seeing that the sailors of the Tartars were about to put the sails back away, Ma Yi and the others shot faster. Dugu Hunt also took a deep breath and focused on aiming at his goal. Gunshots rang out one after another.

"Ahh

Suddenly, there was a terrible scream, followed by someone falling straight down the crossbar. Moreover, it was not one person who fell, but two!

Finally hit!

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

A series of splashes of water splashed.

Naturally, it was impossible for the sailman, who had lost two of his companions, to put the sails back up, so half of the sails were scattered again. At the same time, the two sailmen, feeling bad, could no longer care about collecting the sails, and hurriedly slipped down the mainmast. Two companions were hit, and they were the ones who might have been hit, so they wouldn't stay on it and die.

"!"

"Keep going!"

"Kill these dog-called tartars!"

Zhong Wuying and the others were greatly encouraged, and the speed of shooting was faster.

The little leader of the Tartars, standing under the mainmast, brandished scimitars and the like, constantly threatened the sailors to climb up again and put away the scattered sails. However, the sailors said that they were not willing to go up anything.

Just kidding, it was hard to slip down, and you continue to climb up to die?

In fact, most of these sailors in charge of the shipwreckage are Koreans. Some are even Han Chinese who have taken refuge in the Tartars. The series of shots from the Tiger Ben Gun caused them great panic. If you continue to stay on the mast, it will undoubtedly be suicide.

As a result, the little Tartar leaders below kept roaring, but they could not stop these people from fleeing for their lives. Just kidding, who isn't afraid of death? The little leader of the Tartars was angry and anxious, and suddenly swung his knife and killed several people. However, no matter how many people he killed, he could not get the sailors to continue to climb the mast.

Without the sailors' work, there was another problem with the sails, and the capsizing of the pork belly ship became more and more serious. There was no way, so the helmsman had to follow the direction of the wind and take the pork belly boat in the direction of the beach. Because only in this way can the tragedy of capsizing be avoided.

"Get out!"

"Get out!"

"Get out!"

The tartars on the pork belly boat, roaring desperately.

"Can't turn around!"

"Can't turn around!"

"Can't turn around!"

The helmsman of the pork belly ship, with a panicked face, replied in a panic.

At this time, the northeast wind is quite strong, and it is impossible for the helmsman of the Tartars to turn around. If you force a turn, there is only one end: capsizing! At that time, there will be no need for enemy attacks, and everything on board, including everyone on board, will be completely capsized in the sea.

The little leader of the Tartars apparently understood, too. The result of capsizing, of course, he could not accept. There was no way, he had no choice but to let the enemy ship continue in a straight line. To be honest, although the Tartars are very brave on land, they still have some fear of the sea. The sea is not the domain they are crisscrossing and galloping. If they fall into the sea, they are even more helpless than if they were in a boat.

Ahead, right there is the beach.

If the pork belly boat runs aground on the beach, it is also down-to-earth, and there may be a chance to fight. At this time, the Tartars on the ship, unaware of the companions on the shore, had completely collapsed after eating three large gift packages.

So, the pork belly boat rushed towards the beach.

"Will it be broken?"

Zhong Wuying suddenly asked.

"No, it won't."

Zhou Zhengyu shook his head and said affirmatively.

"It's a pity."

Zhong Wuying's meaning, of course, is that it is better for the pork belly boat to be smashed headlong, and it is better to smash all the people on the boat, so lazy that they have to chase after it.

"It's a pity that we have another ship."

Zhou Zhengyu's perspective on the problem is completely different from Zhong Wuying.

Although the Tartars used pork belly ships, these ships were unarmed and were simply merchant ships. It doesn't matter, though. Isn't their pirate ship also unarmed? The soldiers of the convoy, stop on the ship, this is armed. After all, Zhong Wuying and the others had not been on the ship for a long time, and they were not professional enough to be a tiger on the ship. In the future, the sailor detachment will have a special tiger sniper, and the effect will definitely be better than Zhong Wuying's.

"Quack!"

In full view of everyone, the pork belly boat rushed to the top of the beach, making a sound that I don't know how to describe. Due to the rapid deceleration, the mast on the pork belly boat tilted forward violently, making a creaking sound. All the sails swooped in front of them, and then they tore and fell down.

Next to the beach, there happened to be the guards led by Yang Junjie and others. After they were stunned for a moment, they immediately followed the sea water and outflanked the pork belly boat. The enemy ship actually ran aground in front of him, and Yang Junjie and the others were really excited. Damn, as an infantry soldier, he was able to capture a sea ship with his own hands, which is quite an awesome thing, and it is all exciting to talk about it.

The Tartars on the ship also jumped down one after another and fought hand-to-hand with the guards soldiers.

I have to admit that these Tartars are indeed brave, and until now, there is still no sign of retreat. Perhaps, they simply do not want to believe that they will suffer a crushing defeat here. With scimitars, spears, bows and arrows in their hands, they swore to the death not to let the soldiers of the convoy approach.

The fighters of the convoy, of course, were not to be outdone.

The battle has come to this point, and the Tartars' qi is exhausted, how long can you still jump?

The warriors, who were confident of victory in the battle, surrounded the scattered Tartars and shot them one by one.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The gunfire on the battlefield seemed a little cold and monotonous.

But with almost every shot, a Tartar fell to the ground.

The blood has completely stained the beach red, and the surging water has gradually turned dark red. There were corpses floating along the water, sometimes rushing to the beach, and then being pushed into the sea by the waves.

At this time, the only thing that was still stubbornly resisting was the tartar of the stranded pork belly ship. They hid inside enemy ships and kept shooting arrows outside. The guards outside, wanting to shoot at the enemy inside the ship, had to turn over. Because the planks are quite thick, shooting from the outside is no more effective than destroying the enemy.

In fact, the most fundamental reason is that the soldiers of the escort team cannot judge where the Tartar is hiding, unless the entire pork belly ship is dismantled. At the moment, of course, it is impossible to dismantle the ship, so there is only a strong attack.

In fact, the guards at this time, because of the victory, also developed a little pride and impatience, did not take the Tartar in their eyes, and at the same time wanted to end the battle in a hurry. Such sentiments are also quite common among officers. This is true for both Yang Junjie and Yang Hongwen. The two of them commanded their respective squads to approach the pork belly boat from both sides, intent on capturing it.

However, at a distance of less than twenty zhang, the arrows of the Tartar are indeed very lethal. Many of the soldiers of the convoy were accidentally shot by arrows and fell headlong in the sea. Blood instantly stained the surrounding sea water. The waves continued to surge, and the bodies of the warriors were also drifted farther and farther away. Still, the fighters kept moving.

"!"

Yang Junjie was furious.

These Tartars, dying to the brink of death, are still so arrogant!

If they don't teach them a lesson, they don't know that Lord Ma has three eyes.

"Rush!"

Yang Junjie roared fiercely.

Taking the lead, he was the first to capsize the enemy ship.

Below, there happens to be a tartar. At this time, although the Tartar did not collapse, it was already a little desperate. This tartar was suddenly attacked by Yang Junjie, but he didn't have time to react, and looked at Yang Junjie stupidly.

Yang Junjie stabbed the tiger forward, and the bayonet pierced deep into the chest of the tartar. The tartar screamed and knelt down in front of Yang Junjie. Blood gushed out, apparently unable to live.

The other guards climbed onto the ship one after another and searched the cabin.

Yang Junjie held the tiger gun and slowly moved inside.

Because of the strong impact, the things on the deck were very messy, and all kinds of debris were rolling down everywhere. On the deck, there was still blood everywhere. Accidentally stepped on a pool of blood, slippery, almost unsteady. There was even a broken sail obliquely blocking Yang Junjie's face.

"Bang!"

Yang Junjie fired a shot at the back of the sail.

"Poof!"

Behind the sails, there was the sound of a human body falling to the ground.

Yang Junjie finished reloading, slowly stepped forward, and picked the sail with a bayonet.

Behind the sail, there was a Tartar who fell to the ground on his back, he should have been hit, and it was indeed someone hiding behind the sail just now, trying to attack. It's just that Yang Junjie took the lead in shooting and killed him first. There were also several corpses on the deck, drenched in blood, presumably killed by the crash.

Suddenly, a tartar from the oblique stab rushed out and raised his knife to stab at Yang Junjie.

"Look for death!"

"Bang!"

Yang Junjie scolded and struck the trigger first.

The Tartar shook all over, was hit in the chest by Mini's bullet, and slowly fell backwards.

However, suddenly, another tartar suddenly jumped up from the ground and stabbed at Yang Junjie with a knife. This tartar's body was covered in blood, and his face was no exception. Yang Junjie walked past him, but he didn't expect that he was actually alive.

Yang Junjie was caught off guard and wanted to turn around, but it was too late.

The scimitar stabbed into Yang Junjie's left rib.

Pain!

It hurts!

Yang Junjie reflexively smashed the butt of the tiger gun into the head of the tartar.

This time, he used all the strength of his body.

"Poof!"

The head of the Tartar, as if it were a watermelon blossoming, was smashed on the spot.

At the same time, Yang Junjie also felt that all the strength in his body was drained. In front of his eyes, a blur quickly followed, and he quickly fell into the darkness.

"Avenge me......"

Yang Junjie felt that he couldn't support it anymore, and used his last strength to shout loudly.

The warriors who followed behind realized that something was wrong and hurriedly ran up. As a result, they sadly discovered that Yang Junjie's right rib was deeply pierced by a scimitar. That tartar had obviously exhausted all his strength, and the handle of the scimitar had already submerged into Yang Junjie's body. The tip of the blood-dripping knife came out from under Yang Junjie's left rib. Blood, dripping down from the tip of the knife.

"Team up!"

The surrounding guards cried and screamed.

They already felt that Yang Junjie was no longer good.

"Revenge ......"

Yang Junjie tried hard to open his eyes and spit out two words again.

Then he fell down silently, his eyes closed.

The warriors beside him hurriedly held him in their arms and called his name loudly.

It's a pity that Yang Junjie's eyes never opened again.

His pulse and heartbeat had also disappeared.

"Kill!"

"Kill these dogs!"

"Kill! Not a single one to stay! Kill them all! ”

Yang Hongwen, who rushed up from behind, saw this scene, his eyes were red, and he screamed.

He and Yang Junjie are actually cousins. The surname Yang is the surname of Yang Jiatun, and they are more or less related to each other. Just now, he was one step slower than Yang Junjie. Unexpectedly, it was this step that between him and Yang Junjie, there was already a yin and yang separation.

"Snort!"

Yang Hongwen raised his bayonet and stabbed the tartar who killed Yang Junjie dozens of times in a row, until he stabbed him into a ball of flesh, and he still felt unrelieved. Suddenly, he rushed in like crazy, into the cabin.

(To be continued)