"Throw!"

Xu Jie roared. Read the novel and searched for Biquli.

After a while, the hand bullets were thrown out, and the smell of gunpowder became heavier. With the explosion, another group of troops rose up and fell down.

Not far away, screaming and corpses were everywhere.

"Throw!"

Xu Jie roared again.

What is really amazing when playing with your hand is obviously not its power.

But it is its convenience.

After a throw, fifty grenades immediately took out the second hand bullet from the pocket of their belt, which was convenient and fast, without waiting for the reaction of the opposite cavalry camp.

Then, the overwhelming grenade flew wildly towards fifty steps.

The cavalry of the front team was completely damaged, but the cavalry of the back team was still speeding by inertia. At this time, at almost the same position, the roar sounds were heard again, gunpowder filled with smoke, countless flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the shrill shouts were even better.

At the same time, the morale of the Warriors camp was greatly boosted, and their panic was wiped out. They seemed to see hope for victory. As long as King Zhao could not get close to them, they could persist until the end until the final victory.

Chen Rang's sense of fear had been wiped out. Although there had been countless drills on the mountain, after all, when grenades were used, they were all empty bombs. Now, when the powerful hand bombs flew out one by one, they saw that the cavalry in front had not approached, they were already falling off the horse. Under the craters, smoke filled his eyes. He suddenly realized that he was no longer afraid.

"Prepare to shoot!"

Someone yelled.

Chen Rang did not hesitate and started loading the bullets. After loading the gunpowder, he quickly intersected with the front team and raised the musket. This time, his hands stopped trembling.

He had practiced these movements for many times, and he had been familiar with them for a long time. Once he calmed down, he no longer had any worries. Then, among the countless roars and explosions in front, he vaguely heard the sound of bamboo whistles, and bang... he fired a musket.

Almost subconsciously, he immediately took the musket, took a step back, crossed his body with his teammates behind him, and returned to the back team to load the musket.

On Feiyu Peak, he practiced these movements again and again. In the cold winter weather, he even felt that these movements were just punishments from the Duke of the National Guard to his new recruits. He had countless complaints, and even in private, the new recruits whispered to the instructors to teach them meaninglessly.

But now, he suddenly realized that his body no longer belonged to him. His usual practice had played its greatest role at this time. He didn't even need to think about it, so he knew what to do next. He even felt that those bamboo whistles had commands, which were redundant, because he had practiced too many times, and knew more than anyone else what to do next.

He quickly loaded gunpowder, stuffed it into the muzzle with iron bars, compacted the gunpowder, and then loaded marbles. Just as he moved forward, letting the teammates who were shooting in the front team retreat, he saw that in the smoke of gunpowder, a cavalry who had escaped the bombing of hand-bombing, ran towards the here with fireworks.

He could almost see clearly the appearance of the person opposite. This was an ordinary face, but there was no courage on his face as he had just shouted for killing, but instead he felt a kind of tragic hero. Obviously, when he passed through the explosion area, he was already scared, but the war horse under his seat was no longer controlled and was still running forward. Chen Rang even believed that he must have wanted to escape, but unfortunately, it was too late.

Bang...

He fired the musket and saw the people who had crossed the smoke of gunpowder falling off the horse. He even saw clearly the appearance of the cavalry opposite him being shot, with unwillingness, grief and anger on his face, and pain in his twisted face.

This was the first time to kill someone at close range, which made Chen Rang very uncomfortable, but soon, he retreated and gave up his position to the back team. He took a deep breath and thought to himself, if it weren't for the usual practice, the person who died today would be himself.

When he saw Chen Kaizhi holding the sword, he stood there like a martial god, motionless. In his eyes, this figure began to gradually become bigger.

The cavalry camp was in chaos. In a moment, the cavalry camp that rushed over was already 30%. The cavalry in the back team finally began to stop the horse, and the atmosphere of fear began to spread.

Such huge losses are not something that a military horse can bear. If it were the government soldiers, they would have collapsed if they had suffered 10% of the losses. So a large number of cavalry soldiers in the cavalry camp began to stop, and some even returned in the original team.

Chen Zhijing, who was pressing the front lineup behind, was completely disappointed. These cavalry soldiers can be said to be his main force now.

But they couldn't rush over and could not get close to Chen Kaizhi, and the losses are now heavy.

But he was unwilling to give up. Although the appearance of the hand bullet caught him off guard, he still had great hope.

He knew very well that as long as he suffered some more losses, as long as there was a team of cavalry that could cross the rain of bullets, he would still be the winner. No matter how elite the Warriors Battalion or how powerful their firearms were, he still overestimated the patience of the Warriors Cavalrymen. These people were not yet brave enough to fight.

Therefore, he couldn't help gritting his teeth and shouted with red eyes: "They are only a thousand of them, and they are surrounded by them. Besides, there are not enough gunpowder. As long as you persist, stick to it..."

As long as you persist, you will definitely win.

This is his way to numb the soldiers and an excuse to numb himself.

The messenger began to convey his orders.

King Zhao continued to yell: "Those who take a step back will be killed!"

He just finished speaking.

On the other end.

Chen Kaizhi roared: "Get the bayonet!"

Chen Kaizhi expected that King Zhao would have two choices, one was to retreat calmly and then continue to siege the palace. After all, although he was frustrated, his strength was still there. He would definitely expect that the gunpowder in the Warriors Camp may not be endless, and not to mention that the Warriors Camp would never dare to attack too far. Otherwise, once the King Zhao's army directly attacked the palace city, even if the Warriors Camp is powerful, it would be only a matter of time.

Another option is to continue to rush and drive countless military horses to fight for consumption with the Warriors Camp. The Warriors Camp has few people, and the other side is twenty times that of the Warriors Camp. As long as you persist, the rebels from all directions can continue to consume the gunpowder of the Warriors Camp, and eventually cause the Warriors Camp to continue to bleed.

The gap in number of people is too big, and this is no longer a quality that can be made up for.

The attack of hand bullets really made the Warriors' camp stand firm and also caused a fatal blow to the rebels' psychology.

It can be too far from the real victory.

So...there is only one of the only places to go in and out now!

Chen Kaizhi drew his sword and shouted loudly: "Everyone follows me, I saw the king flag in front of me, I saw no, the target is the king flag, move forward!"

Crazy...

But at this time, there was no way to go crazy. The king flag was the backbone of the rebels. Chen Kaizhi could not fight anyone else, but as long as he bit this king flag to death and launches an attack, he would have a chance.

The so-called capturing the king first to capture the thief. At this time, only by taking down King Zhao can they have a chance to win and capture the first person who leads first.

The military flag was gone, the leader was gone, and the war was over.

So he began to move forward.

Everyone behind him started to get bayonets, with only the grenadiers, and they were on guard in the back team. Xu Jie shouted: "Don't throw your hands around, save your strength!"

Suddenly, there was no roar.

However, the Warriors camp was marching in line. They were holding muskets. In front of the muskets, the sharp bayonets shone brightly in the sun, making them particularly dazzling.

They didn't walk fast, but although they were moving forward, they still kept the queue neatly.

On this rapidly changing but extremely dangerous battlefield, the queue is crucial. Only by handing over your left and right and behind to your teammates can you face the enemies ahead with peace of mind.

"Forward!" Chen Kaizhi walked first.

Chen Wuji was also shocked by this scene. He thought he would definitely die now, but now he was shocked.

...

Seeing the mighty warrior camp, all the rebels were stunned.

Chen Zhijing was even more stunned. Behind him, Chen Yuanqi swallowed his saliva and couldn't help but shout: "Brother, brother...they...they are coming for us, they are coming for us!"

This has to be shocking.

The Warriors Camp, which had just been directly defeated, began to attack like a crazy beast. It was obviously under the slightest power, and actually launched an attack on the attack.

This is simply incredible.

"Stop!" Chen Zhijing looked back and glared at Chen Yuanqi fiercely. He now wanted to kill Chen Yuanqi immediately.

After desperately suppressing his anger, Chen Zhijing roared: "The ancestors are in heaven and have spirits. They will definitely protect the peace of the king, kill the lord-killing traitors, pass orders, intercept them, and kill them."

With one command.

Although the morale of the army began to float.

But almost everyone understands it.

There is no so-called distinction between justice in today's battle. The winner is the king, while the loser is like them now, they are unforgivable rebels. At that time, it will be the disaster of raiding the family and extermination of the clan.

To this day, there is no way out.

So, the battalions were dispatched one after another.

The left camp had already launched an attack, and thousands of soldiers, holding spears, were trying to intercept and kill them in the direction of the flank of the Warriors camp.

The rear camp was dispatched.

After the Knight Camp retreated, it also began to regroup.

After the rumbling explosion gradually subsided, the governor, who was not good at seeing a bad impression, personally pressed the sword to suppress the formation and shouted in a deep voice: "At this point, only if you kill the thief, you will be able to enter and disagree. If you win, you will make achievements. The descendants will be blessed. If you lose, you will not be spared. Come with me and kill!"

The dust rolled, and the black army and horses were moving forward one after another, all of them culled wildly towards one target.

The Warriors Camp still stepped forward, getting farther and farther away from the palace city behind them. There was only one goal, the royal flag that was rolling in the air!

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Chapter completed!