Chapter 28 Battlefield

After boarding the tower, Guo Jing and Huang Rong looked up, seeing dark figures everywhere they looked!

The Mongolian soldiers holding scimitars were all over the mountains and plains. The people on the city tower looked far away, but they still couldn't see the end of the soldiers.

This was the first time Guo Jing had seen such an attack in the thirty years he had been guarding Xiangyang. Judging from the not too chaotic array below, these Mongolian soldiers were also extremely powerful.

It seems that this time, Xiangyang is in danger!

"Brother Jing, look over there."

Just when Guo Jing was worried, Huang Rong patted his shoulder, pointed in one direction of the Mongolian army formation and said.

Looking in the direction Huang Rong pointed, the first thing Guo Jing saw was a large nine-pin banner held high, surrounded by hundreds of cavalry with green umbrellas and yellow covers. Among these people, they were wearing clothes that were obviously different from others. A few are so conspicuous.

"Unexpectedly, Brother Meng is actually here. Today's battle seems to be difficult!"

After recognizing that the man in the middle was Meng Ge, the Great Khan of Mongolia, Guo Jing's eyes sharpened and he murmured.

"Hard to beat? That's not necessarily the case!"

Slowly walking to Guo Jing's side, Zhao Chen looked at the Mongolian soldiers below who were about to charge Xiangyang and said confidently.

At this time, Huang Rong took out the previous card and was a little puzzled: "Although the power of this musket is extraordinary, it still takes some time to learn, and if there are only one or two muskets, it will have no effect on the battlefield. ”

"Of course I'm talking about ordinary weapons like this, but these ones!"

With that said, Zhao Chen signaled Yang Guo to take out the card, and took out the Type 97 light machine gun and the bullet card.

He separated a handle as usual, and then broke the card apart. An object that was basically made of steel with only wood at the end appeared in Zhao Chen's hand (Guo Jing and others' perspective).

Then, Zhao Chen held the machine gun, stood at the edge of the tower, and decisively pulled the trigger.

The flames spitting out from the gun's muzzle were accompanied by continuous "click-click" sounds, which really shocked the onlookers Guo Jing and others. Even the soldiers guarding the city stared dumbly at Zhao Chen who kept changing magazines and pulling the trigger.

And relying on his strength to reach the second level, Zhao Chen couldn't feel the recoil of the machine gun at all.

After all the bullets in the dozen magazines were ejected, Zhao Chen took a few steps back to let everyone see the results of the battle.

At this time, the Mongolian troops below were a little panicked.

They were still in the middle of the attack, and even the appearance of their weapons was not simple, so they fell down. With flowers of blood blooming on their bodies, these soldiers who were shot never got up again!

Although they all wear light armor, this level of defense is really nothing, and it is useless under the impact of bullets!

The soldiers who were still running towards Xiangyang City were stunned when their comrades around them fell inexplicably one by one, and they did not even see the shadow of the enemy.

This sudden incident made the soldiers standing at the front stop involuntarily, for fear that they would die inexplicably like this!

This stop is nothing. The other soldiers waiting to attack behind you don’t care what you did in front. They rushed forward one by one, shouting loudly. If the previous ones hadn’t hid in time, they would have died miserably. Under our own feet!

Although the damage caused by Zhao Chen's hundreds of rounds of bullets was not much, it already made Guo Jing and others at the top of the city shine.

They all saw the action just now clearly. Just by holding this strange thing and standing at the top of the city, it could cause so many casualties to the Tatars. It can really be said to be an artifact!

"Try it yourselves." Throwing the machine gun in his hand to Guo Jing, Zhao Chen took out twenty more light machine guns from the card and took out a lot of bullets.

Then, he opened it casually, the card turned into particles and dissipated, and there were twenty more light machine guns on the ground.

Everyone who had just witnessed the power of these firearms looked at each other, immediately picked up the light machine gun on the ground, and loaded the magazine as Zhao Chen demonstrated before.

Well, the martial arts version of Xiangyang Guards is here!

At this moment, the Mongolian soldiers below have begun to set up ladders, planning to climb to the top of the city before attacking.

Then, the nightmare comes!

Before these Mongolian soldiers climbed halfway into the city, there was already a row of people standing above them.

Guo Jing stood in the middle, with Yang Guo and Huang Rong on the left and right, Zhu Zi, Liu Lu Youjiao and others also stood in sequence.

A group of twenty-one people each carried a Type 97 light machine gun. Several boxes of bullets were piled beside them, waiting for the soldiers beside them to load and deliver magazines.

These people are not stupid. They can learn how to use this weapon by watching Zhao Chen's demonstration. As for loading and passing the magazine, it is even simpler, just teach them casually.

As the clear and moving sound of gunshots rang out, an unequal battle in which hot weapons crushed ancient arms. No, it should have been a massacre.

Except for Guo Jing and others who were armed with light machine guns, the other soldiers were performing their duties as usual.

Those who shoot arrows shoot arrows, those who throw kerosene throw kerosene

However, they soon discovered that there seemed to be no need for them to take action at all. Despite the crude firepower network composed of twenty-one light machine guns, not a single Mongolian soldier rushed halfway up the tower.

And the means to achieve this is naturally not just a machine gun, but also the martial arts of Guo Jing and others!

There is no weak person among the people present. Even if they are not first-class masters, they are almost first-class masters. Their eyesight and physical strength are extremely amazing. They can kill one Mongolian soldier with one shot.

It was like unlocking a lock in a game, and it never missed a target!

This lasted for a stick of incense, and the Mongolian soldiers were finally frightened. They stopped one by one and dared not climb the ladder again.

They were not afraid of death, but the inexplicable death of their companions made Xiangyang City look horrible in their eyes.

Especially the "da da" sound that never stopped. Every time this sound sounded, the comrades around them fell down as if they were punished by heaven, and a deep blood hole would appear on their bodies.

For a while, a strange atmosphere spread among the Mongolian soldiers, constantly wearing away their fighting spirit.

"Уртнаслалт (Eternal Heaven, this is the punishment of Eternal Heaven! This is a place blessed by Eternal Heaven. We have angered Eternal Heaven and provoked the punishment of Eternal Heaven.)"

Just as these soldiers hesitated, a faint humming sounded in their ears, and the Mongolian language with the breath of grassland spread the punishment against them.

This caused the already somewhat shaken soldiers to completely collapse, and they all fled around while shouting "Уртнаслалтадислаач" (May the Eternal Heaven bless you).

Looking at the Mongolian soldiers who were fleeing below, Guo Jing was a little confused. The casualties alone were not too great, but why would they

Zhao Chen leaned on the city wall, his mouth slightly raised.

Sometimes, knowing a little foreign language is also a very interesting thing.

The situation on the battlefield in front made Mengge, who was watching the battle in the back, and the generals standing on his left and right to command his personal soldiers a little confused. They only saw Guo Jing and others standing on the city wall, holding something in their hands.

Then their soldiers suffered heavy casualties, and now they even collapsed without fighting. How could they not be confused and angry!

"Who can tell me what is going on?! Why were the warriors of the Eternal Heaven defeated by a group of cowardly and useless southern barbarians?!"

Facing the angry Mengge, the generals on the left and right looked at each other and could not say a word.

Looking at Guo Jing and others on the city wall, Mengge was silent for a long time, and slowly said: "Withdraw first, give you one day to find out what happened!"

"Yes!"

The generals leaned forward and responded in unison.

Mengge did not even look at the soldiers around him, raised his head and looked at the wall of Xiangyang, muttering: "Xiangyang, oh, Xiangyang!"

After speaking, Mengge waved his sleeves and left the battlefield first.

"Woo——!"

Mongolia, temporarily withdraw.