The Thunder Team soldier who replaced Long Feiyi was named Meng Shiqi. He was about 30 years old and from Ganzhou. He was also one of the twenty-three righteous men who joined Chen Jizhou with Long Feiyi and Yang Zheng. Before joining the Dragon Que Army, Meng Shiqi had confronted almost all types of troops in the Mongolian Yuan - in addition to the "Qizhao Army" who was known as the most powerful "Qizhao Army".

For Meng Shiqi, the most thrilling battle in his life, besides this Yacheng counterattack, the battle at the south gate of Lin'an that year. It was in that tragic battle that they were sniped by the Mongolian archers led by Zhang Gui with violent arrows. It was really a killer. No matter how they dodge or block it, the vicious sharp arrow shot into the vital points of his comrades like eyes. It was really unavoidable and unavoidable. Yang Zheng was injured in that battle and became hoarse.

When I was defending the battle below the arch tower, I saw several special forces soldiers around me being flew out of the dense Yuan army and shooting accurately from the underside of the face armor and the eyes, which made Meng Shiqi's hair stand up, and I couldn't help but think of the terrifying Mongolian archers that year.

Just now, he and Jueyuan sensed danger at the same time and dodged in time. They were shocked to find that Jueyuan, who was above him, was almost penetrated by an arrow.

"Mongolian Swordsman!" Meng Shiqi just shouted, and a few not-tall but extremely majestic soldiers rushed out of the car: their light and sparse eyebrows, their fierce eyes as fierce as wolfs, their big red nose as red as garlic, their oily face, and their cheeks and two red plateaus.

It was the only Mongolian army under the command of the Han army Marshal Ali Hague, the elite guards who were thousands of families who could not escape the warmth.

As soon as a few Mongolian soldiers rushed out, they slashed two or one point, and slashed the figure in front of them without waving their weapons. However, no matter how fast they were, how could they be faster than the index finger and knocked the board machine?

Bang!

Three hunting rifles fired at the same time, forming a roar, blood burst out, and flesh and blood flew together. The three Mongolian soldiers were covered with lead sand in the sky. Not to mention avoiding, they could not even block them, and were instantly beaten into bloody people.

Jueyuan raised his gun and drove the Mongolian armored soldiers with weak attacks. He raised his legs and kicked the half-dead Mongolian armored soldiers into the car hole, blocking the sharp arrows, quickly raised the gun, and knocked over several shaking figures. He didn't bother to load the bullets, pulled out the short shotgun from his waist, and then two more bulging shots, and the big bunch of sparks gushed out, reflecting the frightened and desperate faces in the car hole.

Puppy puffy puffy! The scorching red and bright bunch of lead sand pushed by gunpowder came like a honeycomb that was poked into a pole. But what it aroused was not a swollen bag, but a stream of blood arrows and minced flesh and bone chips.

"Recharge!" Jue Yuan shouted loudly and dodged from the front of the ladder.

Meng Shiqi quickly filled up the position, and after the double-barrel hunting rifle was shot, he replaced the short-barrel hunting rifle, and then Zhang Junbao, Grasshopper, Zhao Lie... In the narrow space, the lethality of the hunting rifle was doubled, and he didn't know how many times he was killed or injured. The casualties of the Yuan soldiers rolled down the slope and tripped over the Yuan soldiers who were hindering the subsequent charge. In a blink of an eye, the car was blocked tightly by the dead and injured Yuan soldiers and could not pass.

The Yuan soldier was stunned and finally had to pull the car back to the corridor and escape from the threat of a hunting gun. Only then did he clear the dead and injured, then put the wheels on the wheel again, and pushed the car up the ladder again.

When heavy and messy footsteps sounded in the car again, Meng Shiqi's body was close to the outside of the car door, raised his arm and shot two shots into the car. No screams were heard, only a tick noise.

Meng Shiqi was stunned and exchanged glances with Zhao Lie and Jueyuan, and his hands kept clattering and filling them with two shotguns, and his eyes fell on the burning arrows under the wall.

Jueyuan followed Meng Shiqi's gaze and immediately understood, picked up the arrow and threw it over.

Meng Shiqi took it with her hand and threw it into the car. He quickly probed his head with the undecided flames - a row of shield walls composed of four side signs, and a cold arrowhead in the gaps in the shield wall.

Almost at the moment when Meng Shiqi probed his head, an arrow shot towards his face like a black poisonous snake. Meng Shiqi could not dodge and instinctively blocked his arm that had been retracted half after throwing the arrow forward.

Crack! An arrow penetrated the palm of the palm, but the shaft was tightly clamped by the sudden contraction of muscles, and it stopped a few inches from Meng Shiqi's face.

Zhao Lie, Jueyuan and others were shocked: "Old Meng..."

"Nothing...thing..." Meng Shiqi suddenly retracted his body, his whole body twitched, his arms were numb, and he yelled while sucking, "It's... the shield wall."

As he spoke, a rumbling sound came, and a shield car with three layers of side signs appeared in front of him. Needless to think about it, there must be dense Yuan soldiers behind the shield car.

Jueyuan and the grasshopper shot several times, making the shield shaking, and the wood chips on the board flew, but they didn't penetrate. Seeing that the hunting rifle was invalid, Zhang Junbao pulled out the imitation of the 54th and fired three times in a row. The corner of the next card exploded, but the shield shaking had already been pushed out of the car.

Zhao Lie suddenly roared: "Take a taxi!" His body fell, and several shots were banging, and the screams of Yuan soldiers suddenly rang out.

Jueyuan and others immediately woke up and shot, and for a while, they broke their legs and feet. The sound of rolling sounds turned into a tragic sound.

Zhao Lie rushed to the shield cart and shouted to Zhang Xiong: "General Zhang, borrow an axe."

Zhang Xiong laughed and did not throw the axe, but rushed directly, raised the big axe in his hand and cut off all the signs. Zhao Lie and others leaned against the vehicle, used the car baffle as a cover, and kept bombarding the Yuan soldiers, making them cry and call their parents, and they couldn't make any progress.

Looking at the black cart, Zhao Lie regretted that if there were still thunder cannons or explosive packs now, just throw one, the effect would be... Tsk tsk, what a pity!

At this time, a disharmonious voice suddenly came from Zhao Lie's ears with "reload!" sounds one after another, "There is no ammunition!"

Zhao Lie's heart skipped a beat. Before he could react, he seemed to be infected. "There is no ammunition" and the sound of "the bullets are gone" sounded one after another. Finally, even Zhang Junbao, Grasshopper and others loudly reported that the bullets were exhausted.

Zhao Lie's heart gradually became sank. This time, each special forces member brought at least two base ammunition, which is about 200 rounds. Such ammunition carrying amount is enough for two or three days to defend the city. But he didn't expect that Ali Hague was so crazy and so desperate. The battle was so fierce and cruel that it lasted for so long, beyond Zhao Lie's expectations. Before the sky was dark, their bullets were almost exhausted.

Zhao Lie looked at the few bullets left, looked at the Yuan soldiers who were fighting at night, took a deep breath, and issued two orders: "The soldiers of the Thunder Team, except Ding Xiaoyi, only five bullets are left, and the rest of the ammunition is handed over to the Young Team. Save ammunition and prepare for hand-to-hand combat."

After Zhao Lie said that, he crossed all the remaining bullets and filled them into three guns. It was not that he did not stand on his side, but that the bullets used by his three original guns were all specially made single-base drugs. Other imitation guns could not use such strong launching drugs, otherwise there would be a risk of explosion.

Zhao Lie left the shield van and walked to Wen Tianxiang: "Prime Minister, Hun... is ashamed!"

Wen Tianxiang smiled and shook his head: "The bullets were gone, it was not a crime of war. If you stand on the cliff, you have something to entrust with me."

Zhao Lie said solemnly: "Prime Minister, please tell me."

Wen Tianxiang smiled with a smile on his sword, and his deep eyes shone with divine light: "If the enemy is close and I don't have time to cross the sword, leave me a bullet."

Zhao Lie glanced at Wen Tianxiang deeply: "Okay!"

All the members of the Thunder Team who had the bullets left silently took off the bullet belt, poured out five bullets, and stuffed the bullets into the arms of the boy who was closest to the front, and at the same time moved the machete, short axe and other weapons on their bodies to the most advantageous position.

Zhang Junbao bandaged Meng Shiqi's palm and was about to walk away when his neck suddenly sank and a bullet strap was hung on his neck. Zhang Junbao said anxiously: "Uncle Meng, you are injured..."

Meng Shiqi waved his hand hard and said with a smile: "It's just one hand, and one hand and two legs, which can wield the knife and cut the dog's head."

Zhang Junbao moved his hand and a knife was in his hand. The knife turned around his wrist like a snake, and the cold light flashed with flowers and eyes: "Uncle Meng, I can also cut the dog's head, you can take the bullet back."

Meng Shiqi smiled and patted Zhang Junbao on the shoulder: "Junbao, you are very good, better than uncle. Live! The future of the Song Dynasty depends on you."

The special forces' firepower weakened and was soon noticed by Yuan soldiers. He was so angry that he could not help but lose his temper. He opened his mouth and let out a hysterical laugh. He held up the scimitar that was still sharp in the blades of the defeated soldiers with both hands, and yelled: "These damn Song Gou finally have no ammunition! Hear it all, whoever rushed to the tower will reward this sword to whom!"

The scimitar that was not warmed up was a silver sword given by the Khan, representing great glory and wealth. For a moment, the exhausted faces and fearful eyes of Zhang Yuan soldiers shone again, and the black ladder that was originally filled with death instantly became golden.

The gunshots in the Qiao Tower were gradually becoming thinner, but the sound of weapons and fighting became increasingly dense. More and more Yuan soldiers rushed into the Qiao Tower. Fighting, roaring, and screams boiled. As the fence of the Qiao Tower broke, Meng Shiqi hugged and a Mongolian soldier, and flew down from the building, and the bloody battle in the Qiao Tower reached a white-hot heat.

Zhao Lie stood beside Wen Tianxiang, the Remington shotgun magazine was empty, and the May 4th magazine was exhausted, and there were only five bullets in the revolver 38. At the last moment, there were no misunderstandings like stuck, and the revolver would never get stuck.

Jueyuan and Long Feiyi each held gun cards and rushed to the front side by side. Both of them had become bloody men and could not tell whether they were their own or their enemies.

Many special forces soldiers had dropped their guns, pulled out their knives and axes, and faced the rushing Yuan soldiers side by side with the last Song soldiers.

Ding Xiaoyao, Zhang Junbao, Grasshopper, Han Tiehu, Heiwan, Azai and other young soldiers kept firing cold guns under the cover of the soldiers, and repelled the crazy Yuan soldiers again and again.

Yang Zheng changed into a big bow and grabbed a wolf-toothed arrow. His rough hands were like playing the pipa, and shot out continuously like flowing water. Each arrow either penetrated the throat or the eyes, and the middle one died immediately.

Ding Xiaoyi stood silently beside Zhao Lie, a heavy and super long flintlock rifle, in her hand, seemed to have become the needle and thread in the hand of the Weaver Girl. It was filled, compacted, poured medicine, and fired, like flowing water, pleasing to the eye. Of course, the Yuan soldiers she was aiming at would never think so...

There were shadows in front of me, and the sound of fighting was deafening, but in Zhao Lie's consciousness, all this seemed very far away. At this moment, his eyes crossed the battlefield, watching the blue sea tides rise and fall... There was the place where he came, and perhaps he would return today...

In a trance, a voice that seemed to come from the clouds shouted: "Look! There--"

At the intersection of the sea and sky, clouds and clouds are like fire and waves are vast. A white sail suddenly appears, and countless red flame-like dragon birds are flying in the sky, reflecting the sunset, dazzling and dazzling.
Chapter completed!