From the Bird

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The torch screamed and rose into the sky, the scattered sparks rose to a glorious color, and the flames looked like eight large, one small, and nine circular hooks in the sky. It is exactly the thousands of pirates in the hills that belong to this hill. The shogunate name, the family crest of the upper shirt.

The entire lonely and desolate hill was like a soldering iron with a small horn burned, and riots and turbulence spread quickly.

The clatter of horseshoes, shouts, and bowstrings rang.

Li Yan wore red **** armor, connected with tanned cowhide, with a black mane on his thigh, and rushed to the front, almost attracting 80% of the shirt army's eyes.

This set of armor was cut off from the Akeb who was blindly killed. It may be the reason for going down the mountain road. Kobayakawa and his team of five Akibs were the only ones wearing a heavy armor.

Together with the six red sheath samurai swords and the family Gouyu found from Kobayakawa, this is all the trophies of the Setsho War. As for the dry grain cotton coats, there is no need to mention them.

Others also wore black armor that was picked from the cavalry of the top shirt army, with the crotch pinching the saddle, and leaning down on the horse's back, like a humble gray goose in the night.

With less than ten people, it drove nearly twenty horses, and quickly flew under the stars and moonlight.

The long torches converged into a fire dragon. The pirates carried the flags of their family crests, dragged their spears and short bows, and slammed at Li Yan, but the horses gradually pulled away.

The direction of Li Yan's attack was a black cavalry defense line with hundreds of people, uneasily hitting the gap between the horses with snouts, and the team of braided pirates held up their bows, and their arrows poured over like water. .

Those unridden horses ran no more than twenty meters, were pierced by arrows and fell to the ground, and warm horse blood splattered.

"Oh!"

The arrow shot into the door, describing it as tragic.

The thick eyebrow soldier Han Yang, who has always been Deng Tianxiong's helper, fell on his horse, and the horses running at high speed kneeled on the front feet, pulled down by the huge inertia, and turned out.

The rumbling wind came from above Li Yan's head. He held a simple shield that had been **** with wood and rattan before. The arrows shot into the wet wood from time to time, making a dull snoring sound. Two or three arrows were inserted into Li Yan's nails. There was also a bounce on his helmet, and the wailing sound of metal shook his ears.

Wang Sheng and Song Tongyi ran in the middle of the team together, gritting their teeth and using bows to move arrows that flew like locusts. He is tied with a rope and behind him is blind.

"Xiao Wangsheng, is there any fire thunder given to you?"

The frail blinder asked weakly.

"Yes, Uncle Diao, what do you ask this for?"

"Fetch it for me, and give me two more arrows."

Wang Sheng, ambushing, took one from his quiver, and handed it to the blind man behind him along with the grenade.

I don't know how to make a blind eye, and wrapped the fire thunder in the middle of two arrows with the cloth strips three or two times.

"Hold it, raise your bow!"

Wang Sheng subconsciously put up a bow and arrow, and the two arrows tied together pointed forward.

"Take me out of the milk." The old Diao sitting at the back stretched his arms forward and pulled the hoop.

"Shoo!"

"chatteration!"

This strange-looking thing flew into the array crookedly, and immediately caused a large wave of air!

Large swarms of pirates are like fallen wheat, and the middle area is full of broken limbs. Immature flesh is smeared on the hills, which is terrible.

There was a slight commotion in the cavalry queue of the shirt, and they quickly gathered under the shouting of restraint.

The distance between the two sides of the horse is getting closer and closer. A rider with a crescent helmet with a headband held up the samurai sword. The pirates abandoned the bow and pulled out the white blades. .

Horseshoe!

Li Yan takes the lead!

Under the bright sky, the mane with scattered mane smashed into each other, and the sound of the swordsman's connection was short and fierce.

The fierce fight with the sword, the soreness of the horses colliding together, the thick **** and sweaty smell in the nose, the small tongue exposed by the puppet in front of his mouth ...

Li Yan's blood rolled like a pump, a stream of heat hit his brain, and his temples jumped suddenly.

Even speaking to a noble master martial artist, it is far less than everything in front of you.

This is a fierce confrontation that the rest of the world can never imagine. This is the cold weapon era that is gone forever!

Li Yan Changxiao made a sound, the Han sword sang like a spring hitting a stone, the jumping ring dragon slashed around, and the tiger entering the flock was generally unstoppable.

The cloth he wrapped around the ring dragon sword's handle had been soaked with the flowing back blood, and the blood would soon flow to his palm.

Li Yan started with a slippery feeling, and subconsciously took a three-point effort to prevent Huanlong from slipping away.

"If I knew it, I would learn Lao Diao. They tied the ring dragon to their wrist ..."

Li Yan was born in Xuewu, and the sword master Jia Zhuang is magnificent. If he tied his sword to his hands, many swordplay changes would be difficult to achieve. Therefore, Li Yan, who has practiced swordplay for more than ten years, subconsciously refused to bind the sword. practice.

This is also a different way of thinking about military skills and folk fighting. As a modern person who has not experienced these things, Li Yan has indeed been confused. In addition, his performance along the way was too dazzling, and no one would think that General Manager Li did not understand these things and did not remind him.

A guillotine slid over Li Yan's neck, and he ducked back to hide. Li Yan fixed his eyes on the horse, a crescent helmet with a headband turned his eyes like fire, and his razor blade pointed at himself.

"Jihong glanced at it."

Name: Maori Tongyuan, Xiaoyi Zhijiang.

Status: Dominance (morale of soldiers weakened after death or defeat)

Specialization: Military Technology 71%

Skills: Command (Raises Range of Archer)

Threat level: dark blue

Note: If he is dismounted, he will not be an opponent of the Red Army.

This little stubborn screamed something in his mouth, Li Yan could not make up for it, but rushed to the horse, let the sword pass by, and Huanlong cut his arm, and then the sword edge picked up and broke the throat of this human buff. .

The pirates around were embarrassed, and they watched their generals shout like a brave Yasha for a second: "I'm your opponent." The next second, they were cut off by the opposite side.

Li Yan, who was bathed in blood, seized a single-edged spear, tied the ring dragon to the horse, and the long spear swept into the crowd like a sharp knife cut into butter. Lead the men behind him, invincible.

"Chongwei!" His eyes were as sharp as a hawk, and his words were full of flavor.

The Ming army seemed to be infected by it, and even Song Tong's translation was hoarse and exhausted, but less than ten people shouted the momentum of thousands of troops!

"Chong Wei!"

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