“For God!”

"For Jerusalem!"

While the Spanish launched the charge, in the rear, the Ming army picked up rifles and aimed at the enemy a hundred meters away to shoot. Compared with the touching accuracy of the flintlock rifle used by the Turks, the Type 13 rifle not only has high accuracy, but also has an unparalleled rate of fire, so that the Turks were beaten so hard that they could not raise their heads after just the time of meeting.

“For God!”

Little Earl Gaspar, wearing a breastplate, whistled loudly by pointing his sword at the city wall.

At this time, he was no different from other Spaniards. He rushed to the front and ignored the bullets fired from the front. He only had one thought left in his mind.

Kill and take down Jerusalem!

Behind him, the Spaniards holding flintlock rifles also had the same idea, and together with the Earl of Gaspar, they shouted and rushed towards Jerusalem and towards the bombed wall on the left side of the Golden Gate. The huge gap was their hope for regaining the holy land.

Although the city wall collapsed, it was only half collapsed. A large amount of gravel formed a gentle slope on both sides of the city wall. The ramp full of gravel was five or six meters high. Just as the Spanish rushed to the bottom of the stone slope and rushed up with flintlock rifles with bayonets, suddenly, a burst of gunfire sound came from above the earth slope.

Under such a close-range volley, the Spaniards suddenly fell into pieces. Before they could fight back, hundreds of Tianfang people rushed over with swords and guns.

"The Prophet is Great!"

The civilians in long robes and soldiers in chain armor shouted and waved flintlock rifles, spears, and scimitars. Their eyes were red and their expressions were ferocious. Even the old men wearing turbans and white beards were shouting and shouting, killing the Spanish regardless of everything.

When the sharp scimitar slashed on the Spaniard, the bloody blood splattered with the twitching of the blade, and the blood flowers were flying in the air. The bloody blood stimulated those people and made people even more fanatical.

Bayonets, spears, scimitars, and swords collided near this collapsed city wall. All the people who collided head-on howling their slogans. Their eyes were red and they tried to kill the enemy and the heresies in front of them. For them, killing people is glory, and death is also glory.

“For God…”

With such a slogan, the bayonet stabbed into Tian Fangren's chest. Before the Spaniard could laugh, a white shadow passed by, and the scimitar cut off his head. Before his head was about to fall, the Spaniard even withdrew his hand and wanted to catch the fallen head. The head was spinning in the air, spraying with bloody blood.

When the Tianfang man cheered for killing a pagan, the bayonet behind him pierced his chest again. As the power dissipated from his body and with the retraction of the bayonet, when the man fell down, he fell to the ground with his back on his face, a smile appeared on his face.

"Heaven, heaven..."

Perhaps, at this moment, the hallucination of death or the pious awareness made him stubbornly believe that he saw the promise given to him by the prophet, and he saw 80,000 waiters standing there to greet him, and he saw the shabby robes on his body turned into silk and satin. He saw those beautiful wives and concubines, and welcomed him with open hearts, with as many as seventy-two people.

Just as he wanted to reach out to touch the skin that was as white as a river clam, suddenly, a boot appeared in front of him. Before he could even react, the soles of the boots were stomping on his head. In an instant, his head shattered under the collision of the sharp stone on his head.

The red and white things splattered all over the ground, and then flowed along the cracks of the rocks with the blood of other people, flowing all the way to the ground. The dry land greedily sucked the blood of these people.

They shouted "God" or "Prophet", and fought with all their might. In order to cut the Spaniards, the Tianfang people with scimitars even took the initiative to face the Spaniards' bayonets with their bodies. While the bayonets were sinking into their bodies, they immediately waved the scimitars to cut off the Spanish's head, arms, and blood were splattering everywhere, and the successful Tianfang people also fell down and fell with a smile.

"The Prophet is Great!"

“For God!”

Below this collapsed city wall, these so-called believers were shouting, shouting, and slashing. No one took a step back, and on the other side of the gap, the continuous stream of people from the Tianfang, like a flood, came out of the city.

Most of them only carry scimitars. They are of different ages, but they all wave their cold scimitars to chop at the Spaniards. It seems that at this moment, history has returned to nearly a thousand years ago. When the green storm rose from the desert, they held scimitars and rushed to the Mesopotamia, where bustling cities turned into ruins under the scimitars, and the people living there were either killed or changed their faith.

In that era, they swept through the earth with such fanaticism, from the rich Mesopotamia, to Persia, from Persia to Central Asia, from Central Asia to Western Regions, from Damascus to Cairo, from Cairo to Morocco, from Morocco to Iberia. With such fanaticism, they swept through half of the world, and wherever the scimitar went, they seemed to be conquered.

Such fanaticism seems to be able to conquer everything and can repel everything.

People who surged out of the city were old men, young men, and middle-aged men. Their eyes were red, their expressions were arrogant, and the scimitar in their hands was extremely sharp. They cut and slashed everything around them, and the Spaniards who tried their best, despite the same fanaticism, were too small, or their consciousness was not firm enough.

“For God!”

The little Earl Gaspar, wearing a breastplate, slashed and roared while slashing. It seemed that only in this way could he arouse the strength of his whole body.

The fight lasted for an hour, which made him exhausted, but he was unwilling to give up. As long as he worked harder and tried harder, he could attack Jerusalem and he would become the liberator of the holy land!

As long as... finally, he could not swing his sword, and after he cut the sword, he had no strength anymore. He only supported his body with the sword, and a Tianfang man had already brought his sword to kill him. When the Tianfang man was about to approach, Little Earl Gaspar picked up a six-stroke revolver from his waist, which was a gift from the crown prince.

After several shots were shot to kill several people in Tianfang, the little Earl Gaspar saw in despair that there were only five or six hundred Spanish people left beside him. They were holding flintlock guns, covered in blood. They spontaneously stood around the little Earl Gaspar. At this moment, they seemed to have all had an enlightenment, either taking down Jerusalem or dying here!

"Dad, did you see it? Today I will die in gloriously!"

Little Earl Gaspar raised his sword, his eyes as firm and decisive as the soldiers around him, without any fear.

On the battlefield, there were no nobles and no civilians.

In the face of death, everyone is equal, perhaps this is the only equality in the world.

“For God!”

“For God!”

All the Spaniards let out a roar at this moment. They were already exhausted. When they roared, they seemed to have once again injected their bodies. Many of them took the cross from their necks and kissed it.

At this moment, they were determined to die gloriously!

"The Prophet is Great!"

The Tianfang people, who were pouring like a tide, did not give them much time. When these Spanish people tried every means to get together, they once again shouted and killed the Spanish.

“For God…”

Faced with the rushing people of Tianfang, the Spaniards trapped under the city, all had the consciousness of dying.

Just as the Little Earl Gaspar and the Spaniards were determined to die, suddenly, a burst of gunfire came from behind them.
Chapter completed!