Everyone in the Warriors camp obviously seemed more calm than before, and just completed every skilled movement step by step.

Their energy is still so strong that not only does not lose their physical strength, but instead begins to enter the best state.

Xu Jie was mixed in the crowd, loading, filling bullets, stepping in front of him, aiming, and banging. The recoil of the musket was quite strong. The barrel of the musket was almost burned red, but fortunately, this special steel could withstand the power of even yellow gunpowder, so this continuous shooting was fine, but if it were replaced by the material of this era, it would probably have been blown up at this time.

In fact, Xu Jie no longer cared whether his musket hit the enemy or not. He was very interested just now, but now he knew that this was meaningless. As in class, Captain Chen personally taught, the purpose of volleyballing in line is to maintain the suppression of firepower. No one needs to become a sharpshooter. The most important thing is to rotate in queues and try his best to make up for the gap in firepower.

In addition, it is a volley. The magnitude of the volley is that its purpose is to crush the other party's psychology with momentum. In order to make people better understand, Chen Kaizhi has made many examples, such as imagining how terrifying the feeling of a bullet running around you, or a small stone, no matter how strong the wind blows, it is meaningless, but a sandstorm has a strong damage power.

In the past, Xu Jie might not have understood it thoroughly enough, or he might have understood it very well, but now... he finally understood it.

When he saw those who came tremblingly, he put his mind away and put his mind on the charge and queue.

The three rows of people are neatly arranged, one after another, and these three-stage strike methods ensure the continuation of firepower.

On this misty place, countless corpses remained within a hundred meters. At this time, more and more Jincheng troops came, but the losses were extremely serious. There were only seven or eight hundred fallen corpses. At this time, many people were completely scared. But when they knew that they had no way out, they thought that their family was still in Jincheng, and when His Highness King Jin led his personal guards to supervise the formation, they still moved forward one by one.

There may be hope for rushing over, but there is only a dead end to retreat, so they rushed forward completely regardless of the situation.

Some people rushed forward with their swords, but they died the fastest. A slalom projectile hit, and then a hole was left on their bodies, blood was lying out, and finally fell weakly in the pool of blood.

Some people were hunching their waists and moving forward carefully, but found that this only gave the other party more time to shoot.

Especially when the Jincheng army rushed into the fifty steps, the musket began to enter the optimal range, and the lethality was even more amazing. One person after another fell down, which made people feel extremely frightened.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and the choking smell of gunpowder, which condensed into an invisible fear.

But even though they were afraid, even when they saw the people around them falling down one after another, they still did not dare to stop and rushed forward desperately.

Finally someone died within forty steps, and they could almost clearly see the Warriors camp opposite. Looking at these people, they all had expressionless expressions, like cold-blooded butchers, concentrating on operating the muskets in their hands.

Liu Bi from the back team roared: "Kill, kill, rush over!"

He knew better than anyone that this was the last chance. This opportunity was exchanged for the lives of countless people. He firmly believed that if someone could rush into the shooter's camp, as long as he broke into it, he would still be the winner.

He didn't dare to ride a horse because the cavalry here was too big and had already shot in a mess. So he walked, held a knife in his hand, shouted, roared, and led his people to rush.

Thirty steps.

More and more people fell down, and the officers and soldiers of the Jincheng Army were almost at a state of collapse at any time, but when they finally saw the enemy clearly, finally, under the encouragement of Liu Bi, the remaining more than 700 people burst into shouts of killing.

"Kill..." Liu Bi roared, his voice shocking.

At this time, they had no way out and only thought of one word: "Kill!"

The shout of killing, with tragic and a glimmer of hope for victory, soared into the sky.

As long as you kill it, everything can be over. As long as you kill it, the "hand cannon" in their hands will be useless. Only then can the brothers survive and their parents, wives and children be safe!

Smack sex...

During the rounds of shooting, more and more people continued to go on, their eyes red, like ghosts from hell. Their bodies were already dyed red by the blood of their comrades, but they still pierced into the formation filled with smoke from the opposite side without hesitation.

Liu Bi looked forward and was slaughtered along the way, which made him feel chill, but now, when he saw that there were only the last twenty steps left, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Victory is in sight!

As long as the Empress Dowager was captured alive, they would win.

At this time, Chen Zhijing, who was watching the battle from behind, also realized the key to the problem. Although he saw the Warriors' camp killing and injuring the rebels on a large scale, he was frightened when the rebels insisted on continuing to rush. He suddenly remembered what his mother said just now, a group of hungry wolves were fearless in order to fill their stomachs.

Now it seems...

These people are really hungry wolves. Even if they are facing tigers or lions, they are not afraid.

Chen Zhijing knew nothing about military affairs, but even discerning people knew what would happen when the Warriors Battalion lost the advantage of firearms, and the real handover between these crazy Jincheng troops would be...

He was extremely anxious and couldn't help looking at the Empress Dowager. His eyes were full of anxiety, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word.

The Empress Dowager just had a cold face and did not move at all.

She is already old, but even so, she only has Li Ran on her face.

After a long time, Chen Zhi Jingcai whispered: "Mother, the matter is urgent. Just now, my son and minister had ordered people to cut down wood and prefabricated a ship..."

"I can't run out." The Empress Dowager raised her eyebrows slightly, looked at Chen Zhijing with her eyes, and said seriously: "Look, these soldiers are fighting in front and fighting in blood. Isn't they just to protect the Ai family and your safety? King Zhao, they are fighting hard in front and bleeding. How can you say these words at this time? Can't you put away the so-called clever means of yours in the temple and the so-called high-deep city?"

The Empress Dowager was obviously very angry, and the more she spoke, her eyes were full of disappointment, and her voice became colder, bursting out from the cracks of her teeth word by word.

"The Ai family tells you that your brother has passed away, but the Ai family knows that if he is here today, it will never be like this. Both of you brothers were raised by the Ai family. Do you know where you are not as good as your brother? It's because you are always planning. You are too complicated and too deep. Your brother may not be as capable as you, and your wrists may not be as good as you, but he...at least he is still a dignified person. What are you afraid of? What's so scary? The sky falls and you are about to die. The Ai family will die first. The disaster is coming. Don't say that the king wants to die in the country. Now when you encounter such setbacks, what if the Ai family and you die? If you die here today, you will be a wise king. Stand up and stop!"

Chen Zhijing's mood was extremely complicated and he was extremely anxious. He was scolded by the Empress Dowager. When he thought of his mother's empress dowager and his deceased brother, he couldn't help but feel a sense of jealousy in his heart. However, he was not angry and just nodded and said, "Yes, yes."

The Empress Dowager looked at him sideways, but deep down, she couldn't help but feel disappointed. In fact, perhaps, King Zhao would never understand that if he was not convinced at this moment, he would not agree with his mother and quarrel with his mother in anger. As the mother, he might feel more relieved.

But... he didn't argue, he always smiled with a pleasing smile, but the Empress Dowager saw him grow up since childhood, let alone she had lived for too long, how could she not know what was hidden behind this smile?

The Empress Dowager was disappointed. As a mother, how could she be warm in the face of such a smile?

She simply ignored Chen Zhijing and looked into the distance.

The sound of muskets in the Warriors camp finally stopped.

What followed was Chen Kaizhi's order: "Draw the sword!"

"Draw the sword..."

"Draw your sword!"

The teams began to convey orders to each other, with loud roars one after another. Then, the musket was abandoned, and everyone pressed the handle of the knife at their waist without hesitation, drew their swords, and pointed their fingers at the long swords. All of this was done in one go.

Chen Kaizhi had drawn out his sword, and the sharp edge of the sword flashed. The enemy in front of him had only been twenty steps. He had seen ferocious faces rushing towards here like wild beasts.

Chen Kaizhi was terriblely calm. He pointed his sword and his whole body was filled with blood: "I'm here!"

"I'm here!"

The four words Chen Kaizhi sent are sonorous and powerful and extremely concise.

One word is better than a thousand words.

I, Chen Kaizhi, are here, you should be here. I, Chen Kaizhi, will not retreat, and no one can retreat.

The enemy is right in front of you, fight!

They also have no way out, and it seems that they can only fight.

In front of us, the remaining Jincheng army had already rushed to kill frantically. Although there were only a few four or five hundred people left, the number and experience of the people had no meaning at this time. The brave ones won when they met on a narrow road. Now, there will always be one person who survived, but one person who lived means the other person who died.
Chapter completed!