From the Bird

That night.

The two ignition sticks inserted in the gap of the earth wall were on, the flames were faint, and a big flag was picked up on the camp, so a big letter fluttered in the wind.

In the thick night, riding on a black mane, Fujiwara's lips with a black one-eye mask clenched.

Behind him were hundreds of tartar troops armed with swords, bows and arrows, all lying down on the soil slopes, and the black dots and croaks were silent.

The plowing sound of the soil was rustling, and Xiaoxi's selection of the night raid team was like the dark shadow that spread quickly after the sunset, and rushed to the Ming army camp!

Fujiwara took the long bow handed over by his men, found three feather arrows from the bag, aimed at the barracks, fastened his bowstring with his thumb, and his eyes were cold and pressing.

"Tense ~"

Three arrows left the string. The first arrow overturned the torch, and Mars splashed. The second arrow was trapped in the gap in the earth wall. The flame was extinguished by the hanging wind, and the last arrow was anxious. Xiao shot at the huge Li flagpole in the camp!

"call out!"

The short Mingling tore through the air and the night, and pierced the arrow pointing at the banner of Li in two pieces!

In the darkness where five fingers were not seen, Song Yan carried a bright red owl on his shoulders, eyes like eagle owls. He put down the short bow in his hand and smiled at Fujiwara Lengsensen who shot the three arrows!

"Oops!"

Fujiwara was astonished.

The tide-like Ming army was pressing towards both sides, and Shen Heyan roared through the camp.

"Off!"

The black arrows shot up at the pirates, and with the blast of gunpowder explosive sound, the rain-like copper pellets burst through the sparks.

A large pirate fell over his wound and was suddenly attacked. However, this team of pirates led by Fujiwara did not defeat it, and came to the death with the arrow rain of the Ming Army!

Shen Heyan, who has always been on the charge, showed a very calm military quality this time. While commanding the first Huoyan team to retreat, let the Huoyan team on top, while the Ming army holding the four-meter wolf howled arrived Live the pirate's momentum.

Fujiwara was holding two long-handled wild Taisha swords, and Yuori, who was wrapped around the armor, was mostly burned by Yu Yan. Seeing that the opponent did not mean to connect with his short soldiers at all, but the soldiers under him were shot down like rounds of arrows and fireballs that cut wheat, and knew that there was nothing to do. At the head of Pyongyang, there are about 3,000 iron cricket teams ready to cope with themselves. At this time, they can retreat and retain a small half ...

At the end of this thought, Fujiwara no longer hesitated, the back team changed to the former team, it is necessary to withdraw.

"Sir, they are going to run!"

Shouted a sharp-eyed school.

Shen Heyan didn't care: "This is not my business ~"

A fierce warhorse roar sounded from behind the pirates. Li Yan was wearing chain mail, with a black pistol against his elbow, and seventy or eighty blue Dawan horses behind him turned over the frozen ground and stopped on the way of Fujiwara and others.

Deng Tianxiong and Wang Sheng rode on the horse and extended the team. Like a nail, nailed in front of the pirates.

"Wolverines advance!"

Fujiwara was ugly, and Shen Heyan from the back of the team ordered the Ming Army, which was a copper wall and an iron wall, to approach slowly, showing a pinch on both sides.

Li Yan tilted his face, only seven or eight days had passed since he entered the Yan Fu incident, and under his command, there were nearly a hundred riders.

"What step I can take in this Yan Fu incident depends on this team ..."

"Master, be careful!"

Deng Tianxiong shouted, Fujiwara's blade was split!

"kill!"

Deng Tianxiong stabbed forward with the sickle rod, and the blue-brown cavalry swords generally pierced into the pirate array, and the dull sound of the blade across the body accompanied the sky with white snow.

"clang."

Li Yan didn't seem to return, but his right hand picked up like a pen from the bottom. The gun blade bottomed up against the sword, and the hook sickle blade caught the sword's body. Fujiwara roared, and the left-handed sword cut to Li Yan's right ear. The black gas rose from behind him, but it was qualitative but invisible, and he could not see what it was.

Name: Fujiwara Michi (Blade General)

Specialization: Military technology 76%

Skills: Big Taidao Ghost Slash (Blessed by the power of ghosts and gods)

Remarks: His Majesty's banner warrior, also belongs to the nobility, has a meager power of ghosts and gods, which can be used to save a certain degree of walking damage, but can be used to strengthen the attack power. This person clearly belongs to the latter.

Whether it is the so-called dragon and tiger spirit of Daming, or the power of ghosts and gods in Japan, in the final analysis, it is a kind of thing, a magical product unique to this type of Yan Fu fruit.

Just like Li Yan's aunt inheritance of birds, dragon and tiger spirit is an extraordinary system with countless mysteries, and according to Yan Fu's walking exploration records, those who have the inheritance gain dragon and tiger spirit, which is as powerful as a tiger.

Li Yan's gun was swung horizontally, and he ate a foul of Fujiwara. The tiger's mouth was numb for a while, and he couldn't help but startled. Li Yan hadn't encountered him for a long time since he strengthened the bird.

Leaving this time, I have to say that I have to grab a seventh product and take a good look at it. Take a closer look at what mystery is. Li Yan shook his wrist and poked the gun tip upwards, thinking to himself.

Suddenly, Fujiwara made a strange noise, two big swords closed together, raised her hands, her arms burst into purple and black, and her eyes were round and sharp like ghosts.

Ota sword ghost cut!

Li Yan's eyes were sharp. The black gun's maturity was several times faster. The long trembling shook like a spark, and the silver bright gunhead licked Fujiwara's flesh, neck, chest, thighs, and seven or eight blood red caves were instantly revealed. .

Fujiwara's throat rattled and fell from the horse's back to the ground until she died.

Li Yan shot his gun on the buttocks of his horse.

...

The killings outside the city gradually stopped. Thousands of iron mules waited eagerly for the soldiers attacking the battalion and the Daming troops chasing them, but they never saw half a shadow.

In Pyongyang, a depression is like a ghost field,

After the Japanese army captured Pyongyang, it was massacred, and the corpses blocked the rivers. In the future, Li Rusong captured Pyongyang and smashed the city, leaving only thousands of old women and wives ...

President Xiao Xi did not sleep all night, tossing and turning to the side, thinking about how to break the siege.

Thousands of troops at Mudanfeng have not been contacted, morale in the city is low, and the replenishment of Geoje Island is not long before. Jiujiu Jialong is a waste. The make-up line had almost fallen, forcing himself to such a field.

"Just a little more time, as long as I can hold on for a while ..."

"Hey, Mr. Xiaoxi, have you slept?"

Behind the paper window, a dark shadow carried a long knife on his shoulder and said into it.

Hearing the sound outside, the singer Ji Fen shook subconsciously, and President Xiaoxi opened her eyes and sat up from the woman's thigh.

"Kuroda, it's so late. Is there anything you can do to find your husband?"

The door was slammed open, and a huge double-horned goblin's head was thrown in, and the grumbled goblin's eyes widened in horror. It seemed that before he died, he saw something more terrible than himself,

"There are more and more of these things in the city, and you have to let your group of guys be good enough, old man!"

As he walked in, he touched the buttocks of a kimono woman like a chicken, poke his mouth and said, "Especially the idiots like Endo and Sakata who only know that I'm in trouble. I'll relax their heads a lot. "

This man was wearing a white monk robe, around twenty years old, black leggings, a bald head, twelve ring scars on his head, and a black wide-bladed samurai sword on his shoulder, revealing an indescribable evil.

A young Japanese monk with a long sword?

"A ghost of this level can't cause you any trouble? After all, it is already in the country, um ..."

Konishi suddenly stopped and sighed before saying, "In short, I will let the people below pay attention."

The monk called Kuroda tilted his head and sat on the tatami side. Grab the dried fish on the plate and send it to your mouth.

"Say back, sir, can you think of a way to send me out of Pyongyang?"

"Why is this, Kuroda?"

President Xiaoxi was a little displeased, but asked patiently.

"Of course because of danger, Daming's army is outside the city. Stay here either by being bombarded by artillery or by someone's head."

The monk Kuroda kept rubbing his temples, looking distressed.

"You old guys have lived a lot of years, and there is no regret in planing, but I don't want to die on the battlefield like this."

"Baga, are you worthy of being a child of the Kuroda family?"

The monk glanced at his mouth. "In short, if the city breaks, I'll be alone."

"Oh, right."

Kuroda remembered the same thing: "Fujiwara's team has been wiped out ~"

"What? I obviously ... hate."

President Xiaoxi took a deep breath and held back the feeling of frustration.

"In short, if nothing can be done, I will send you out of the city. The one in Kobayakawa's house has ... can't let you die here unclearly."

"It couldn't be better ~"

Kuroda stood up.

His eyebrows frowned and he stopped talking for a while. Then shook his head again.

"Forget it, with the pride of Daming people, how can they care about that kind of thing, it should be fine."

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