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Countless chaotic steps came from the long and deep stairways.

On the second floor of the watchtower, a group of Song soldiers with blood mixed with sweat, holding the broken weapons full of cracked mouths and the few remaining bows and arrows, staring at the stairs. Each pair of red eyes covered with bloodshot eyes was only despair, numbness, and a trace of indomitableness.

Behind them, the general Huang Tiancong, with a bloody face, was already unconscious, and was as angry as a slept in his hand, holding half of the broken knife tightly...

Wen Tianxiang was still so quiet, only the fingers holding the sword had pressed the scabbard spring, which would be very quick and convenient to pull it out later.

Zhang Shijie's big bow has been replaced with a large sword covering the moon. The pole is nine feet long and the blade is three feet long, two feet long. The pole is covered with iron, the back of the sword is thick and thin, and it looks very heavy. The deputy marshal of the Song army did not take the battle himself even in the fierce battle of Yashan and sea, and finally he was about to take the lead.

In front of Zhang Shijie, Zhang Xiong was personally carried a big axe and led the only eight remaining soldiers to spread them into a row to protect the two Song army marshals. That posture was very tempting to move the commander and step on our bodies first.

At this moment, all eyes were focused on the entrance of the stairs and the five people guarding in front of the entrance of the stairs in a half-moon shape.

Five people, five hunting rifles, and the black muzzle pointed directly at the entrance of the stairs, and it was time to see which unlucky guy showed up and endured the first metal storm.

Zhao Lie, Long Feiyi, Jueyuan, Zhang Junbao, and Grasshopper.

Zhao Lie's Remington shotgun has the most powerful and loading capacity, so it is naturally the first choice for blocking the ladder. In addition to making good guns, Zhang Junbao also has a good skill in melee combat, and guarding the ladders, melee combat will occur at any time. As for grasshoppers, this silent boy plays the hunting rifle the most and shoots very quickly.

The staircase entrance is narrow and there are five people who are flying wings, and Jueyuan guards the staircase entrance, Zhang Junbao and grasshoppers are lying on the fence, and Zhao Lie is behind the fence. The man-made arrangement is just right, and if there are too many, it will affect the shooting range.

Zhao Lie listened to the rushing footsteps and the shaking sound of the stone steps in his ears, and his eyes unconsciously glanced at the blood-stained Song Bing, sighing in his heart.

After the special forces and the musket team climbed the tower, they shot from a high point, which was quite good. However, because the threat of the Mongolian archers of the Yuan army and the Beiting archers was too great, the special forces had to list them as priority targets and it was difficult to take into account the rest. Because the musket team suffered too much losses, the newly added soldiers were not skilled in gun operation, and they only shot for a long time, and lacked combat experience and had limited roles. The Yuan army, which lost the suppression of guns and bullets and had an absolute advantage in military strength, finally turned the two hundred Song muskets into 15, 100, and 50... In the end, the Song soldiers, who suffered heavy casualties, were finally forced into the tower.

Because typhoons often blew on the beach, there were basically no tall buildings in Yacheng, and only this jingle tower had to be built high due to war needs. In order to resist the storm, the materials used for the jingle tower were all reefs, which were not only solid, but also not afraid of water and fire. If not, the Yuan army would have set rockets and burned the building, so how could it be filled with human lives?

Now there are less than a hundred soldiers who can fight in the entire Qiao Tower, and even the dignified deputy marshals have to go into battle bare-handedly. It can be imagined that once the Yuan army rushed to the Qiao Tower, it would definitely be a tragic battle.

Was rushing up? Zhao Lie's chin was placed on the metal barrel of the phosphated iron-gray processed metal, and his eyes were slightly narrowed under the brim of the iron helmet, and a faint chill was faintly revealed. The guns were the best to guard the narrow path, and the space was too wide and it was difficult to fight, just like the situation outside the watchtower before, which was the case of ignoring one and another. If the Yuan soldiers thought that the narrow staircase could easily penetrate, then they would soon know what blockade and massacre meant!

Puff puff puff! Several torches embedded in the stone wall on one side of the corridor below were shot out by arrows that suddenly flew in.

Here comes! As soon as I turned this idea, a dark shadow appeared under the fence, followed by a thick side card. As soon as the figure stepped onto the stone steps with the side card, a fire blew out above his head, and a loud bang, the side card exploded, and an extremely painful roar was expanded several times in the dark corridor, buzzing, which made people feel disgusting.

A terrifying scream came from the corridor:

"There is an ambush!"

"It's a continuous gun!"

"Don't squeeze together, that'll just be a target. Go up!"

"Run! As long as you rush up to the last stone stairs, you can capture the Prime Minister of Song alive, give him a reward of 10,000 yuan, and be promoted to the third level!"

Wealth is moving, not to mention that we can be promoted. We are only one step away from the last eleven steps to reach the second floor, and promotion and wealth are just around the corner. Who can resist this temptation?

The Yuan army soldiers have been fighting fiercely with the Song army and have accumulated some experience in dealing with guns. They know that when facing this terrible weapon, they either rushed to the ground quickly, and the swords and guns in their hands can still be used, or they can shoot cold ones from a distance with bows and arrows. There is no other way. If they still get closer as slowly as before, it is no different from killing them.

I don’t know who shouted, “Roll!” Countless people in the corridor responded and cheered and shouted, “Roll——”

Five or six black shadows with the next card appeared in Zhao Lie's sight.

Bang!bang!bang!bang!bang!bang!bang!bang!

The gun flame reflected a expressionless face, as if every cell had solidified, and the shiny pupils reflected the figures of people who were whirling and falling.

A man and a gun curbed the madness of the Yuan soldiers.

When Zhao Lie fired the gun, Long Feiyi and the other four did not move, because from a perspective, the first person to discover the enemy was Zhao Lie's location. As long as Zhao Lie's gun could control the situation, the rest would remain silent so that they could give the enemy a fatal blow at the critical moment.

"Idiot, throw away the useless side cards!" I don't know who finally understood that protecting the side cards was useless. Instead, the weight and burden hindered the charge speed.

These Yuan soldiers were also old people who had fought wars. They immediately understood. They gritted their teeth and threw away the cards and rushed forward. As expected, they were much faster.

After Zhao Lieqi finished shooting, he had no time to get on the bullet. He turned the shotgun and inserted it backwards. He pulled out the revolver and the black star with both hands, and shot wildly. Fire splashed everywhere, wailing everywhere, black shadows pounced on and rolled, and no one could rush into the middle of the ladder.

If the gunshots could continue like this, the Yuan soldiers would probably not be able to rush over to one person even if they were dead. However, when the gunshots gathered, Zhao Lie heard a deep voice: "Change the magazine!"

After only a few breaks, the Yuan soldiers rushed to the middle of the stairs. At this time, Zhang Junbao, the grasshopper immediately extended the barrel of the gun out of the fence, and a double-barrel hunting rifle, and a three-in-one shotgun was fired in less than three breaths. The Yuan soldiers on the stairs were swept away.

"Get on the shotgun!" The two of them spoke almost in unison.

Long Feiyi and Jueyuan immediately took a step forward, half-squatted, and the two black holes pointed at the black hole corridor.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang! The sound was like thunder, deafening, almost overwhelming the screams of the Yuan soldiers.

"Get on the shotgun!"

"Get on the shotgun!"

When Long Feiyi and Jueyuan shouted one after another, Zhao Lie's shotgun had been loaded, and he directly extended the gun from the fence, with the muzzle upside down, and he kept bombarding the corridor entrance below. The next shot was Zhang Junbao and the grasshopper... After this cycle, the gunshot almost stopped.

The fire was gone, and the sound shook the tower. For a full half of a moment, no Yuan soldier could emerge from the stairs.

All the soldiers from Wen Tianxiang and Zhang Shijie were stunned.

It was not until the Yuan soldiers were all dead and fled, and the entire corridor was empty that Zhang Xiong swallowed his saliva and moistened his hair's dry throat, took the torch from the guard's hand, and walked to the stairs. The strong smell of blood almost made him spit it out.

Zhang Xiong resisted the discomfort, and the torch swung the flames through the stairs, illuminating the dark corridor. The situation in front of him made Zhang Xiong take a breath of air. But he saw that from the stairs to the lowest level, the short eleven stone steps were stacked, all of which were dead Yuan soldiers. The thick plasma accumulated into a pool of blood in the low-lying area of ​​the corridor. Various organs, intestines, minced meat, bone pieces, broken hands and feet floating in the pool...

Zhang Xiong's facial muscles twitched, and he swallowed the contents of the stomach that had vomited to his mouth again, looking at Zhao Lie and the other two with a look of ghosts.

Crack! Zhao Lie pulled the bullet casing, threw the bullet casing away, and nodded slightly to Wen Tianxiang: "Prime Minister, Lie said that he would never let a Yuan soldier step onto this stairs!"
Chapter completed!