At this time, Liu Zongmin and Li Laiheng didn't care about taking the credit. The two of them decided to join forces and attack in turn. Otherwise, if they could not destroy the Jiangning army on the opposite side within the specified time, they would really have no face to stay in the rebel army.

In order to urge the bandits to fight, Liu Zongmin personally stepped forward to supervise the formation. He held a ghost-headed sword and patrolled the team everywhere. Whenever he saw someone who was afraid of it, he would immediately cut him down and kill him.

After killing a hungry man who was slowing down, Liu Zongmin shouted sternly: "Roar up and catch all the hungry man up! Keep rushing... don't stop!"

Amid his roar, the bandits from the old camp also howled while holding their weapons, continuing to rush into the crowd.

After rushing a few steps, he heard a sharp whistle coming from the front. Another flash of flames flashed in the trench ahead. Blood mist flew up amid the deafening sound of muskets, and many bandits screamed with exhaustion.

Liu Zongmin walked to a place and saw the bandit who was shot in Yisheng's stomach rolling around and screaming. He quickly recognized the bandit as the whistle that was famous for his bravery.

Just now, he killed several hungry people who were afraid of it, and they were extremely vicious.

But at this moment, he had already thrown the shield in his hand aside, covering his stomach tightly with both hands, trying to squeeze the blue-gray intestines back.

After seeing Liu Zongmin, he desperately stretched out his blood-stained hand to Liu Zongmin: "Master Liu, save me, save me..."

Seeing the traitor's miserable situation, Liu Zongmin felt a little numb. He was familiar with the traitor. He was very brave and fierce on weekdays and had almost countless scars on his body. But now he was just hit by a lead bullet and shouted so miserably, no different from those hungry people.

Liu Zongmin gritted his teeth, raised his ghost-headed sword and swung it down, and slashed the thief to death with a knife and shouted loudly: "Continue to rush, who dares to stop and kill him!"

Not far away, Li Laiheng also tried his best to drive Qingzhuang and the bandits to rush towards the hillside. They now believe that even if these more than a hundred people descended to earth, they would definitely not last long.

In fact, Liu Zongmin and Li Laiheng were right. As time went by, the cavalry on the hillside could not last long.

The power of hot weapons is indeed not comparable to cold weapons, but what follows is that the consumption of weapons and materials has increased in a geometric multiple. After nearly half an hour of fierce fighting, the cavalry carried not much ammunition, especially the large-scale throwing weapons such as ten thousand enemies have been consumed.

"Bang!"

After a cavalry pulled the trigger and knocked a bandit who had almost rushed to the front to the ground, an arrow shot from the front suddenly hit him in the cheek. He let out a muffled groan and fell down.

"Shoot the arrow...quick!"

"Shoot the arrow..."
Chapter completed!