Chapter 327 Flesh and bloody pool

Pogui looked behind him in confusion.

On the streets of light and darkness under the fire, eight horses slowly came, as if eight monsters walked out of the underworld, and behind them was a small chariot.

The wheels of the chariot were obviously iron, and were very wide and heavy, crushing the strange sound on the stone-paved streets.

On the chariot was a man covered in armor, standing behind the shield, only half of his upper body was exposed. He held the reins in one hand and a huge knife in the other hand, with a strange iron face on his face, and even a gorgeous decoration on his armor, which was also uncertain in the reflection of the artillery fire. He looked suffocating and oppressive, just like the chariot under his feet that seemed to be able to crush everything. The neighing of eight horses added sorrow to this scene amid the sound of gunfire.

Then the chariot stopped.

His majestic gaze scanned.

"I'm curious, what gave you the courage to break into a city with 500,000 militias?"

He said.

Because of the iron-faced obstruction, his voice sounded a bit weird.

In the darkness behind him, countless soldiers appeared, and the jungle of spears and muskets appeared at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, the musketeers stopped at the front and pointed the muskets at the city wall.

"Open the fire, he is Yang Feng!"

The roar of Shangshu suddenly sounded on the city wall.

The chaotic shooting sounded immediately, and dense bullets hit Yang Feng in an instant, and even hit his face. The sparks caused by the bullet burst into flames on his face. He kept shaking in the bullets, but stood on the chariot like an invulnerable demon. All the muzzles behind him spewed out flames, and the dead soldiers and cavalry rushing into the city fell down in the dense bullets.

The knife in his hand raised upwards.

The gunshots stopped immediately.

"Shangshu Yang, I really didn't expect that you are the one who hides the deepest."

Yang Feng said.

"A old and great ministers of the Ming Dynasty cannot be in the same ritual as the rebels. Your name is a Ming minister and is actually a Ming thief. Everyone can kill them."

Yang Junmin stood on the city wall and said proudly.

"Loyal minister, then I'll help you!"

Yang Feng shouted.

The next moment, the Guan sword suddenly flew out. Before Yang Junmin could react, the large knife weighing more than 100 pounds was slashed on Yang Shangshu's face, or it could not be said to be slashed. After all, this weight was more like a smash. The blade of more than 100 pounds was just a meaning for the flesh and blood. Yang Shangshu's head almost instantly turned into a splatter of flesh and blood, and then the Guan sword's body cut into the brick gap in the female wall in front of him, and his headless corpse also fell backward at the same time, but the Guan sword continued to get stuck there, showing its domineering aura.

Almost at the same time, Yang Feng jumped up and instantly turned into a forward red light.

"Blow this demon to death!"

A roar sounded on the city wall.

Then six dead men fell down with burning fuses.

Musketeers behind Yang Feng fired volleys, and four dead soldiers were killed before they landed, two of them exploded in the air.

Then the rest fell into the ground and turned into explosion flames, but unfortunately it was useless to Yang Feng. The 150 kilograms of super-heavy armor on his body was enough to withstand all attacks except the shells. This was also the maximum weight of armor that he could move normally. The hardened surface carburized forged steel is actually the shells of small field guns. They must be destroyed at close range, but they may not be able to penetrate. After all, his breastplate is as thick as seven millimeters.

As for the bombs on the dead men...

Just a black gunpowder bomb, no matter how powerful it is, it may not be as good as a modern grenade, which means that the militia does not have enough armor.

Mainly scary.

After all, this kind of madness is uncomfortable.

Yang Feng, who was running wildly, instantly passed through the explosion of smoke and appeared in front of Pogui like a monster.

The latter was also a mighty man. He roared and swung the iron whip straight. His iron whip hit Yang Feng's head, and Yang Feng's fist also hit his chest.

Pogui screamed and flew backwards.

The entire iron breastplate on the chest was smashed by Yang Feng with a punch.

The soldiers behind him shouted and rushed forward.

The next moment, Yang Feng's fist was crazily blasted out, and the iron fist with a special boxing glove was far more lethal than the iron hammer...

The hammer is not as heavy as his fists!

In the crowded city gate, he was like a killing machine, ignoring the weapons that fell on him. Any weapons carried by the cavalry were meaningless to him. Even the short gun could not penetrate his heavy armor when it was opened when it was fired. The surface hardened forged steel in seven millimeters was not enough to penetrate even modern pistols.

The cavalry howled in horror, attacked in vain around him, and then were killed by his fists.

The chest pelvic depression and the bones broke when it was broken.

In the blink of an eye, the entire city gate turned into a pile of dead bodies as he advanced.

He continued to move forward as he stepped on the dead body, like a silt pipe, his fists kept blasting out, and his feet trampled on the dead body.

Behind are countless soldiers shouting to kill.

The Red Turban Army, which was fighting against the city wall, was quickly submerging the remaining dead soldiers.

Soon Yang Feng suddenly realized the bright future...

He opened the city gate.

Main city gate.

The enemy troops who had just rushed into the city on the sea of ​​corpses and blood were screaming in horror and evacuated the city of corpses and blood that they had just stepped on.

But on the horse-faced turrets on both sides of them, the heavy artillery was still waiting.

Yang Feng walked out of the main city gate.

A crazy roar suddenly appeared above his head, and then a man fell from the sky, and he punched out without hesitation.

The man immediately flew backwards into the air and turned into an explosion of fire.

Yang Feng continued to move forward.

The shouts of militiamen above him were already shouting and killing. He continued to walk forward, and soon walked out of the gate of the urn city, standing there and looking ahead, the enemy troops who were frightened by him were stepping back into the big pit that was almost filled. The shotguns shot from the horse-faced turrets on both sides were harvesting wildly among them, and then their corpses kept falling down, adding height to the big pit, because the feet were covered with corpses and blood, and they were actually like they were in a mud.

A quagmire of flesh and blood.

Then they quickly turned into flesh and blood in the mud.

In the wilderness on both sides of the triangular fort, the cavalry were watching the terrifying killing in horror.

The last soldier fell in the flesh-and-blooded quagmire, and the whole pit was almost filled. After all, the power of black gunpowder could not explode too much. If it weren't for an explosion underground, it would be difficult to even explode the pit. Thousands of cavalry and their war horses were enough to fill it.

"Where is Ma Gui?"

Yang Feng yelled.

No one answered the cavalry.

"When I went back, I told him that he could be friends with me, and I also gave him a chance, but unfortunately he chose to be my enemy, and my enemy had only one end."

Yang Feng yelled.

The cavalry continued to look at him silently.

"die!"

Yang Feng suddenly roared.

(I gave my son a vaccination certificate in the morning, and then I had a shortage of shots. I queued up to check my body and got two more shots of the vaccine, which made me struggle all morning)
Chapter completed!