lethal arsenal

Chapter 91
"There are no three gods, so I dare not fight against Xiqi. A hundred cavalry dare to charge into the army. General Wu, you should be more careful."

Lin Dong said smoothly.

The signal bomb that exploded from the corner of the sky was scarlet like blood, and finally formed a big umbrella mark.

The Linhuai army plus the troops that Ma Xinyi originally brought, back and forth, add up to almost five thousand. One hundred riders charged into the battle, either they didn't know how to write the dead word, or they were all masters.

Lin Dong had a good sense of Wu Youwei, and his temperament was congenial, so he said a few more words.

"You too!"

Wu Youwei nodded to Lin Dong with bright eyes.

"Many generals of the Hunan Army have been beheaded by Mo Daozhen, so be careful."

Old Wu had already led the horse and planned to lead the team to leave, but he couldn't help but speak.

After thinking about it, he handed over the emerald jade gourd. Lin Dong took a sip of the booze and threw the gourd back.

"Haha, cool!"

With a long laugh, Lin Dong grabbed the Tiger Head Spear and ran towards the north city wall, where the teams of bloody clothes pouring out of the city gate went.

"Army in formation."

Lin Donghu roared.

To fight bloody pawns, we had to use people from the cottage to fight.

This group of soldiers is Ma Xinyi's family property, and they are currently organized into a regiment named Shanziying.

In terms of blood and bravery, Ma Xinyi's hand in the mountain camp should be number one.

For newly recruited people, fighting tough battles is a posture that will collapse at the touch of a finger.

As for the Linhuai Army, Ma Xinyi also thought about using it, but hesitated again and again, and decided to let his third brother try it first.

If you hit it down, it's the first skill!
Lin Dong's force value is high enough, high enough to suppress the audience.

From the battle between Lin Dong and Liu Tiedan, Lao Ma roughly guessed that this brother's overall strength had reached an unfathomable level.

Ma Xinyi was extremely surprised, but he had his own fate, and he would not pry into these secrets.

Another more important point is that he is afraid that the troops of the Linhuai Army will not work hard.

In the final analysis, as the commander-in-chief of himself, he is not powerful enough for the Linhuai army!After all, the number of times he had met was so small that he couldn't suppress the morale of the army. After thinking about it for a while, Lin Dong became the only candidate.

Otherwise, Ma Xinyi would have to do it himself.

On the east side of the city wall, forts were set up on the north side. The Linhuai Army had cannons in red, and so did the Taiping Army.

"Looking at the posture, Zhu Fengkui wants to break through from the north. We have to rush to the bottom of the city to fight. The range of the cannon is within 500 meters, which is extremely accurate. But the fort is built on the city wall, and there are dead ends. The only way for us to escape is to run under the wall."

"Running over can not only prevent cannons, but also bows and arrows can't shoot us."

"Those who dare to sprint with me, don't die, will be rewarded with five taels of silver. This is my personal reward, and it is superimposed with the military camp reward system!"

"Those who retreat will be killed without mercy!"

"Everyone, put your head on your belt, it's rich, it's a bear, it depends on what happened today."

Lin Dong imitated Ma Xinyi's side and sparred a few words.

Immediately shouted: "Follow me to charge!"

……

On the cannon carriage, the cannon barrel of the red-clothed cannon with seven or eight iron hoops was barely fixed.

The artillery adjusted the muzzle to the north of the city wall and blasted towards the city gate that they knew they couldn't hit.

The flames spurted out, and the roar of the cannon shook the sky.

The bricks and stones on the city wall were cracked, and black gunpowder smoke was floating on the cracked cracks. However, after a round of artillery fire, only a huge crack burst out, and the wall skin did not collapse.

On the contrary, the gunpowder mist on the battlefield provided a little cover for the advancing soldiers.

The firing teams of the Taiping Army on the city wall were also bombing and washing the ground with lead bullets for free.

Generally speaking, the range of the muzzle varies from large to small. The longest one claims to be 2.5 kilometers, but in fact it can be hit from 500 meters away, which is the luck of the gunner.

Most artillery systems may have different ranges, but the range of precision strikes is not bad, almost all within 500 meters.

Some are even shorter.

When Lin Dong led his troops to rush towards the blood-clothed guards, the artillery fire around him never stopped.

The cannon on the top of the city tried to bombard him, but it was difficult to successfully aim it in the smoky battlefield.

As for the people around them, from time to time, they could see the faces of some cottages being smashed into several pieces, with blood splattering. In this thunderous situation, Lin Dong couldn't save a few people.

Defeating the enemy as soon as possible is the best consolation for these soldiers.

On Ma Xinyi's side, there was a large force of the Taiping Army who led people and kept encircling and suppressing them, pouring out from the east gate.

The flags were stirred, the sound of shouts of killing pierced the sky, and the earth and gravel kept splashing.

It was a clear day and the sky became drowsy during the bursts of shouting and killing. The smell of gunpowder, sulfur, blood, and internal organs kept stuffing into the mouth and nose.

At this moment, Lin Dong brazenly approached Zhu Fengkui.

The people around him changed a few times, and Lin Dong didn't care at all, "If you feel like you can't go on fighting, just be smart and don't die casually. Today, the men will put on a show for you—what is it called, Mowing Wushuang!"

The Miao Dao was carried on his back, and Lin was holding a big gun with a tiger's head swallowing a blade, with white fluff protruding from his arms, thighs, and chest.

While running, his figure suddenly grew too big, and his clothes were directly torn, and he was a full foot tall, like an ancient fierce god, slamming into the knife wall brazenly.

The knife wall, that is, the Modao array.

The blood-clothed soldier Mo Dao imitated the Tang system, and it was the most famous weapon during the Kaiyuan Tongbao period.

For those who hold swords, the lineup is stationed, and the enemy's soldiers and horses are all broken.

The soldiers of the former army slowly advanced like a wall.

The Mo knife is one foot long, and if it weighs, it must be twenty or thirty kilograms.

The platinum gun sticks out like a silver dragon. When dancing, the two strangulated Mo knives are swept away by the tip of the tiger's gun. The blade trembles, scraping out a piece of broken iron and sparks.

The sharp spear tip was pulled lightly, and the chests of the two blood-clothed soldiers in armor split open instantly, and internal organs and blood flew out.

But Lin Dong shook his arm fiercely, and the sharp and impeccable spear, like a dragon's probe, directly bit the double-hammer general Zhu Fengkui in the middle of the saber array.

Under the martial arts of the Taiping Army, the number one warrior.

at the same time.

Another six or seven knives slashed fiercely at Lin Dong's body. The Qi gushing out of his dantian poured into his limbs and bones, then drilled out of his skin and covered the short white fluff, as if an invisible air film had been born.

With a loud roar, Zhu Fengkui swung the octagonal purple gold hammer and slammed it down on the gun head. The blunt hammer seemed to hit the silver dragon's head. The terrifying sound wave exploded, causing the ears of several soldiers around him to bleed.

And the unparalleled power on the big gun.

It also made Zhu Fengkui see how powerful it was, the overwhelming pressure swept away in an instant, the Zijin hammer hit sparks everywhere, his tiger's mouth was directly split open, and his arms could not tremble.

Zhu Fengkui twisted his waist violently, and the more than 200 bones in his body seemed to be singing in unison at this moment.

Layers of soil and rock under his feet cracked and turned into a huge pit, but this twisting movement released all the layers of strength.

"You really are supreme."

Zhu Fengkui's voice was hoarse, and his eyes were as red as bloodshot.

This is his secret method of fighting for life, which can briefly sprint to the level of double energy.

This level of Gang Jin is rarely achieved by martial artists.

However, Chen Yucheng, who has exploded completely, and Zhu Fengkui, who is currently at this level, are all masters at this level.

Of course, the same Gang Jin also has strengths and weaknesses, and Gang Jin has internal and external differences.

Zhu Fengkui didn't use the secret technique, he was at the level of the inner strength, and even a master of the outer strength could be considered to have reached the peak of the strength.

The tyranny of physical strength can drag nine cattle backwards.

When the upper and lower handles intertwined with each other, when Lin Dong slashed at Lin Dong's body, Lin Dong gave a slight shake, and the counter-shock force directly bounced the blade high, as if it had hit a huge piece of rubber.

The two Mo Dao on the left and right wanted to cut directly at the waist, but they just passed by the waist, the invisible air film was completely unaffected, and it was clearly a knife to the waist, and slid out directly.

But at this moment, two fists are no match for countless hands.

Lin Dong wanted to take advantage of Zhu Fengkui's rigidity, and give this hammer a hard blow, but another Mo Dao, white and gleaming, came straight to his eyes, as if he was going to stab him through his head.

No matter how hard martial arts masters practice hard work, they still have a trap on their bodies.

Otherwise, it is impossible to achieve great success in hard qigong, and it is easy to practice from the outside to the inside only when there is a cover-up external qigong.

If there are bloody pawns on the battlefield, bet on them, and bet on Lin Dong's eyes, which is where the door lies.

Lin Dong was very confident in his own defense. He had tried using firearms before, and the lead bullets hit the skin without marks.

With the exception of shells, he wasn't that reckless yet.

Lin Dong predicted that when the blessing of the affix [Bull Demon Comes to the World] increases, one day in the future, it may be able to withstand the bombardment of the red-clothed cannon.

Well, not now,

Not to mention Da Pao, even if he was asked to catch Mo Dao with his face, he felt that only a lunatic would do this.

Lin twisted the tiger-head swallowing blade sharply in his hand, swung it in a semicircle, and scattered the blood-clothed pawns around, flying stumps and blood splattering everywhere.

With a kick, he pulled his body backwards and flew out.

But at this time, Zhu Fengkui was performing secret techniques, time was precious, how could he let him breathe?

Zhu Fengkui yelled angrily, "Die, thief!"

(End of this chapter)