Huang Taiji's moves have a domineering air, and there is a lot of cunning and ruthlessness hidden in the domineering. In terms of moves, they are still superior to Mang Gurtai, but the disadvantage is that they are shorter than the strength. After all, the martial arts is roughly the same as the original owner of his body.
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After taking a look at his opponent, it was no wonder.
He is so thin now, so different from the fat Emperor Taiji ten years later. I think back then, he had great strength but lost his flexibility.
"clang!"
Just for a moment, he had observed the frequency of his hammer, and he dodged in advance and stabbed his helmet with one more sword.
Fortunately, Li Tiezhu added arrow-proof iron plates and polishing to the helmet, otherwise he would have been injured in that blow just now.
Now one hand is carrying the coffin, so he can't dodge flexibly during the fight, but the coffin is covering half of his body. After all, Huang Taiji's sword can't cut open the coffin and hurt himself.
Keep dragging on, reinforcements...
"Finally I found it!"
Suddenly, the spear phalanx was killed to clear the way, and Mang Gurtai, who was wearing heavy blue armor, rode a horse to break through the gun formation and came directly towards him.
"Badi, help me hold him down!"
Huang Taiji took advantage of the situation and exerted his strength. The shadow of his sword was as fast as lightning, so fast that it almost caused a threatening sword wind.
So fast!
Wang Hongyu roared loudly, and tried his best to block the opponent's sword with his sledgehammer, hoping to smash the opponent's sword crookedly.
But it couldn't keep up with his speed!
It turns out that Huang Taiji had some reservations just now. His strength is probably as good as Mang Gurtai's, and their styles just match each other!
"Hahaha! Look at the knife!"
Mang Gurtai's sword is about to be chopped off.
"You bitch! Don't hurt my cousin!"
There was a thunder on the ground, and Li Tiezhu swung his hammer and blocked the sword.
"clang!!!"
The huge metal collision sound was deafening to all the four people in Gai Xin.
When he opened his eyes, Li Tiezhu's hammer just blocked Mang Gurtai's sword!
What's more, Li Tiezhu was swinging a hammer from his horse, and Mang Gurtai was slashing downwards with his sword from his horse. They were equally powerful!
My cousin is so powerful!
No wonder.
I have a slender figure, but I have the strength to dance with a sledgehammer.
My cousin is as strong as an ox and has been working hard all year round. It is not strange to have supernatural powers.
"Damn it! You dare to ruin my good deeds!"
Mang Gurtai is an expert at bullying the weak and fearing the strong. At this time, he would kill Huang Taiji while Wang Hongyu was holding him back. Looking at Li Tiezhu again, although he was wearing two pieces of ill-fitting armor, his face was clearly that of a half-grown child.
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How dare a kid like this block the road!
Mang Gurtai had superb riding skills. He used his legs to control the war horse and kicked the horse with its front hoof, kicking Li Tiezhu to the ground heavily.
"Cousin!!!"
Wang Hongyu looked at him eagerly and saw that he was kicked to the ground hard by the war horse. Fortunately, his vital parts were not kicked. He usually ate a lot and his body was very tolerant. He patted his butt and was about to stand up.
"Just take a look at yourself!"
Huang Taiji stabbed Wang Hongyu's throat with his sword. Wang Hongyu raised his chin and straightened his body.
"clang!"
This sword pierced the specially reinforced neck guard of the armor. A thin and light weapon like a sword could not penetrate it at all.
This armor was strengthened by Li Tiezhu himself.
His proud eyes told his opponent that this trust is what I have but you Huang Taiji don’t!
Yeah?
Huang Taiji raised the corners of his mouth, jumped back, and swung Mang Gurtai's sword across with incredible strength.
This sword was swung horizontally from the direction where Huang Taiji was standing. Even if Li Tiezhu appeared again, the Ming army would not be able to block it for Wang Hongyu.
Hold the sledgehammer tightly with one hand and hold it as far in front of you as possible to block.
Wang Hongyu carried the coffin and did not let go. Of course, it was too late to let go at this time and he could only block with a one-handed sledgehammer.
However, Mang Gurtai's strength was superior to him, and even though he was fighting with a two-handed sword and a one-handed hammer, he still fell down immediately.
This blow will definitely knock the sledgehammer away... Huang Taiji had already laughed evilly, waiting for the sledgehammer to fly away before rushing up to kill him.
Damn it! You forced me to use this trick at this time!
I screamed in my heart, thinking that I am the big brother who is kneeling, not these two things.
Wang Hongyu was kneeling on the ground, carrying the coffin at an angle. The other veterans of the Sichuan Army who were carrying the coffin had already agreed, of course, to raise the coffin as high as possible.
So the coffin was placed in front of Wang Hongyu at an angle.
"clang!!!"
Mang Gurtai struck the coffin board with a heavy blow.
"Hmph! Your coffin will be ready for you soon!"
Mang Gurtai laughed ferociously, but his expression suddenly changed as he stared at the coffin.
The lid of the coffin was broken by him and fell to the ground. Inside the coffin was the majestic Zhou Dunji, who was wearing armor and stomach.
"Ahhh! It's him! There's an ambush!"
When Mang Gurtai saw Zhou Dunji, who had caused Hou Jin to suffer a great loss, he was so frightened that he immediately thought it was an ambush.
Wang Hongyu carries a coffin to fight, which makes people think he is just like Pound in "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms".
Who would have thought that there was a person ambushed in the coffin! It was Zhou Dunji, who is now extremely powerful in Hou Jin Dynasty!
In his eyes, Zhou Dunji seemed to be closing his eyes. His aura of calmness and self-power was natural. His fine armor had no trace of damage or blood. It instantly reminded him of the invincible momentum of Zhou Dunji and other Ming troops in those days.
Mang Gurtai is brave on the outside but weak on the inside.
I had known before that Zhou Dunji was very powerful in defeating the Xianglan Banner. Not long ago, I learned how to do it myself. Even in a personal fight, he could not beat Zhou Dunji in terms of martial arts.
At this time, when he saw Zhou Dunji in the coffin, he was so frightened that he threw away his sword, quickly turned his horse around and fled.
"We've been ambushed! It's Zhou Dunji again!"
Even if Zhou Dunji is dead, he can still scare the enemy out of his wits!
Wang Hongyu said proudly: "This is my eldest brother!"
"Idiot! Look clearly, he is dead!"
Huang Taiji saw that it was Zhou Dunji's body and hurriedly reminded Meng Ertai, but the latter was so frightened that he almost lost his mind.
In such a short period of time, the Ming army's formation had made up for the gap, and Li Tiezhu stood beside Wang Hongyu again.
"hateful!"
Huang Taiji cursed angrily, the best opportunity to kill Wang Hongyu was wasted like this.
Then he looked at Zhou Dunji in the coffin. At this time, he was standing sideways and had not fallen out of the coffin. It seemed that he had been tied up in advance and planned to open the coffin and frighten Hou Jin.
In the end, not only did the kill fail, but even the strategy was lost to Wang Hongyu!
fine!
Huang Taiji calmed down. Now Houjin Kerbi has an absolute advantage in terms of numbers of soldiers and horses. If necessary, Father Khan and Oba can come over in one day.
No matter what you say, you can kill Wang Hongyu and this small group of people!
Just as he was about to laugh ferociously, he heard the deafening sound of the Ming army's horns and shouts.
"Kill! Beat the Tartars!"
There was a shout from the outside, Ming army reinforcements had arrived!
You Shigong ignored his lameness and used crutches to direct troops and horses to come to the rescue.
After five days of rest and recuperation, his thousands of Shenyang troops now regained the courage to fight.
Even some of the refugees in Shenyang joined in shouting and cheering with great force. Many of them had no weapons at all, but with the pain of losing their hometown and the hatred of losing their loved ones, they followed the Ming army and cursed the enemy.
There were thousands of them, either using stones or wooden sticks to attack fallen, fallen, or injured enemies, and they bravely rushed forward and beat them.