There was no real navy in the Khitan. When he saw the towering sails connected together, the Khitan immediately concluded that it was Zhou's troops coming.

Xiao Siwen did not expect that the Great Zhou people would come so quickly, and he did not care about the villagers, so he could only order the gathering and prepare to fight against the Zhou army.

Li Yueyin survived. He collapsed on a rock and gasped hard, as if the fish had just been fished out of the river. His son hurriedly supported his father and asked in horror: "Dad, what's going on? Don't we have to die? Do we?"

Li Yueyin forced himself straightened his body, and he squeezed out a smile, "Don't be afraid of my son, I will survive, I will!"

When he said this, his heart kept stirring up.

Although the Khitans are not good, Zhou Bing may not be able to save his life!

After so many years, the soldiers and bandits have been in the family, and the Central Plains have changed frequently, and the killings and wars have been causing trouble. Who knows whether the people coming will be good soldiers?

But then I thought about it, they could kill the Khitans, which was enough!

Even if you die, you can still smile!

Li Yueyin stood up with courage. He hugged his waist, walked to the front of the flagpole, pulled it out with great force, and then carefully untied his old friend's head and held it in his arms.

"He is laughing, he died with a smile!"

The tears in Li Yueyin's eyes could no longer be stopped. He hugged the head tightly in his arms and ran towards the crowd.

At this time, an executioner noticed Li Yueyin, and rushed over with a ghost-headed knife.

"What a brave man, come and take his life!"

Li Yueyin was frightened. He subconsciously wanted to run away, but when he saw the head in his arms, Li Yueyin stopped.

My old friend is almost sixty years old and has no armed defense. He dares to fight the Khitans. He killed a prince. Do I dare not resist even an executioner?

Thinking of this, Li Yueyin squatted down suddenly and picked up two pebbles, which were the only weapon he could find.

"die!"

Li Yueyin used all his strength to throw the stone out. The executioner was a burly man, so he would not care about a mere stone. He raised the ghost-headed sword and rushed over fiercely.

Li Yueyin is also a net name. He hurriedly grabbed a stone worth more than ten pounds and smashed it hard.

Bang, his stone fell to the side, but another stone hit the executioner's leg. The executioner's huge body fell heavily to the ground. Li Yueyin could see clearly that it was his son who helped him!

Good boy!

Li Yueyin rushed over in three or two steps, and he hugged the executioner and wrestled together.

Li Yueyin is just a weak scholar, so how could he be the opponent of the executioner?

Although the ghost-headed knife was thrown away when he fell, he could beat Li Yueyin into a pig's head with his fist just as big as a vinegar bowl.

He gritted his teeth and held on his back. He didn't know how many fists he had been hit on his body, his ribs seemed to be broken, and his throat was covered with blood. But Li Yueyin grabbed the executioner's neck tightly. He didn't know where he got the courage to hold on and not faint!

ah!

Just when Li Yueyin's eyes turned black and could not hold on, the executioner suddenly screamed. It turned out that his thin and dry son, holding a ghost-headed knife weighing ten pounds, cut the executioner's back.

The knife didn't penetrate deep, but it hurt the spine.

The executioner rolled in pain, not caring about Li Yueyin. He struggled to stand up, grabbed a stone, and slammed it hard on his head.

Before he could stop, he snatched the ghost head knife and slashed hard on his body.

One knife, two knife, three knife... I don't know how many times he slashed, but Li Yueyin's eyes turned black and fell to the ground, unconscious... The moment he fell down, many villagers ran over and hugged Li Yueyin's body.

He is really thin, except for bones, and there are only a few taels of meat.

But it was him who killed the vicious executioner, and the corpses on the ground had become a pool of meat paste!

I am ashamed, so ashamed!

A fisherman in the village had red eyes and shouted loudly: "A student is so bloody. Are you still a man when you touch your crotch?"

After he finished speaking, he snatched the ghost-headed sword from Li Yueyin's hand and let out a loud shout!

"I'm fighting with you!"

The fishermen rushed towards the Khitan soldiers... At this moment, Zhang Yongde had commanded his men to go ashore and killed the Khitans.

Every warship is a moving turret.

There was a bed crossbow on the ship, shooting deadly crossbow arrows at the Khitan side.

Many people died in every round of volleys.

Either he lost his arm or was penetrated by his chest, an arrow was a blood alley, and Xiao Siwen was almost shot. The Khitans had to step back.

The sailors took advantage of the situation to wade ashore. They were all wearing leather armor and holding weapons such as Modao in their hands, and quickly formed a battle formation in rows.

Xiao Siwen saw it clearly. He told his subordinates that although the crossbow arrows in the Great Zhou were powerful, they had shooting gaps, and the sailors did not have heavy armor equipment, which was not worth mentioning!

"Roll up, hurry up and drive them into the water!"

The Khitans drove away the war horses crazily and rushed up like a whirlwind.

At this time, Zhou Bing on the river bank was still very thin, like a fragile embankment, which was similar to the flood. Zhang Yongde on the bow of the boat smiled slightly, and seemed to be trying to show some skills to be a good person!

"Use a tin tank!"

"Abide by the order!"

The soldier hurriedly got tinder oil and threw it towards the Khitan.

The Khitans didn't care, thinking that they were crossbow arrows, and as long as they were lucky, they would not be shot. But they didn't know that what they threw was tincture oil and gunpowder.

The gunpowder explodes inside, and the high temperature formed by the formation ignites. At the same time, the ignition oil splashes everywhere and falls on the body, and a large fire can be ignited immediately.

More than a dozen tinned oil tanks caused a turmoil among the Khitans.

The war horses were not trained and were frightened by the sudden fire and explosion. Some war horses fled, while others rushed forward, and the formation was in chaos. Many Khitan soldiers died under their own horse hooves!

Zhang Yongde rubbed his hands and grinned.

That boy Ye Hua is really good. The improved gunpowder is extremely powerful!

"Come on, come with me!"

Zhang Yongde personally stepped on the springboard and climbed the river bank. At this time, the people and horses had gathered together and formed a thick square formation.

In front of the formation was a row of Mo Dao Hands. They held the weapons in their hands tightly, with a solemn expression and stared straight ahead. Behind Mo Dao Hands, there were jumping soldiers and surprise soldiers. They were ready to respond.

The Khitans rushed up again, first with a volley of bows and crossbows, disrupting the formation of the Khitans. When they got closer and closer, they fought each other, the Modao hand took the lead in attacking.

They waved the weapons in their hands almost at the same time.

A row of strange swords reflected a cold light, a shaking area, terrifying and terrifying.

The Khitans couldn't help but exclaim, and the sharp Mo sword passed through their bodies, whether it was a war horse or a soldier, immediately split into two halves.

The terrifying blood splattered everywhere, dyeing the armor red.

Zhang Yongde has seen such scenes many times in the southeast, but his blood is the most boiling at this moment!

Mo Daobing was prepared by the Khitans. Look, we must fight for the might of the Tang Dynasty, restore Yanyun, and intimidate the desert!

"kill!"

Zhang Yongde followed the soldiers and waved the Mo Dao in his hand.

Although he was the prince-in-law, Zhang Yongde practiced martial arts every day. His arms were thicker than ordinary people's calves and were full of strength.

The heavy Mo Dao was in his hand, like a toy. With one knife, his clothes and armor were shattered, and his men and horses were halved!

The Khitan soldiers rushing in the front were constantly being shattered and rapidly decreasing.

Zhang Yongde was covered in blood, looking like a demon god.

Xiao Siwen was also a veteran. He immediately ordered the archers to go up. The arrows like locusts attacked, and Mo Dao hand suffered casualties. Zhang Yongde was so angry that he hummed. The next time the navy would also be equipped with Mingguang Armor. Then see how your bows and arrows can do me!

He had to let Mo Daobing retreat, jump and rush up with surprise soldiers. They equipped more square shields and machetes, were flexible and brave in combat.

Not long after, the Khitans left many corpses.

Similarly, the jumping soldiers suffered a lot of losses.

At this time, Mo Daoping had already regrouped.

"kill!"

Accompanied by Zhang Yongde's roar, Mo Daoping rushed to the front of the formation again.

They fought skillfully, with the light of swords flashing, and every time they waved, the Khitans died.

The cold light shining from the Modao is their courage.

Zhao Yusheng is a new recruit who has been enlisted for a short time. This is his first time in a fight.

He had thought a lot about whether it would be terrifying, whether it would be scary, and whether it would be scary, if someone was killed, would the person who was killed turn into a ghost to come to him... But Zhao Yusheng no longer cared about it when he really stepped onto the battlefield. He swung the sword in his hand frequently, relying on his tall and big horses, and taking sharp moves.

Zhao Yusheng has killed three Khitans!

He suddenly figured it out, aren't you afraid of living, are you still afraid of ghosts?

Remember, gods and ghosts are afraid of evil people!

Unfortunately, I am the evil one among the evil ones!
To be continued...