Chapter 1056 The Wrath of the Heavenly King

(PS: Make up a change, sorry.)

The steel defense line built by Dongying is indeed not vegetarian. When Ran Min's troops rushed to the fort, three out of ten thousand elites had already gone. If it weren't for the elite soldiers, the team would have collapsed already.

The further forward, the denser the enemy's firepower.

In front of the fort, the densely packed shooting holes below fired bullets uninterruptedly. Fortunately, the sword and shield soldiers were all wearing armor, and there were chest protectors inside to protect their vital parts, otherwise, they would die instantly.

The bullet hit the armor, making a "ding ding" sound, like the call of death. Once unfortunately shot by a bullet in the face that is not protected by armor, there is basically no possibility of survival.

What is beneficial to Ran Min's troops is that after the team rushed to the fort, the most lethal artillery lost its effect and no longer posed a threat to them.

Even the archers in the enemy's back row, because of the blocking of sight, the lethality is greatly reduced. Because the corner of the fort is a blind spot for the enemy, it suddenly becomes a safe zone.

"Rush up!" Ran Min's face was ferocious.

Hearing this, sword and shield soldiers immediately set up simple ladders, leaned up to the fort, protected the front with shields, and held Tang swords at the same time, and climbed up skillfully. The movements were capable, obviously well-trained.

Seeing Guo Ziyi in the distance, she nodded in satisfaction, "At last I didn't lose face!"

Although the fort was considered a fortification, it was incomparable with the city wall. Not only was it narrower by more than half, but the height of the fort in the front row was only four meters, so it was easy to climb up.

Despite Ran Min's tall stature, he moved like a nimble gorilla. He climbed onto the fort in two or three strokes, swung his spear in his hand, and assassinated the six Japanese soldiers who surrounded him one by one.

Soon Ran Min gained a firm foothold on the fort and led more soldiers to board the fort.

Seeing Guo Ziyi in the distance, his eyes flashed, he waved the flag, and with a "swipe", the remaining 60,000 elites of the First Legion of the Flame Army who had boarded the red horse boat earlier rushed to the beach with a "hula la" go.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

There was another burst of artillery fire, and Ran Min's department only affected the first row of forts. The two rows of forts and the mobile arrow tower at the rear were still operating normally, leaning their firepower towards the beach.

The bravery of the vanguard troops led by the head of the legion was shown in the front, and the flame army who rushed up later was no longer afraid. The soldiers rushed forward roaring under the cannon fire.

"Glory belongs to the Flame Army!"

Yes, if this battle is won, the Flame Army will become famous all over the world.

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There are two major problems in breaking through the enemy's defenses.

One is to open a gap in the defense line, and use this as a starting point to spread around. After paying a heavy price, the elite of the 10,000 Raging Flame Army completed this difficult problem.

The second is to hold the gap, which is more difficult than the previous one.

Seeing that Ran Min's troops boarded the fort, the army of Sanka City stationed here and the Japanese combat player troops rushed towards Ran Min like crazy, regardless of sacrifice.

Judging from his posture, he had the potential to overwhelm Ran Min's tribe.

The Flame Army is also not to be outdone, and vows to defend the hard-won glory of the Flame Army. The two sides fought each other with their lives as soon as they came up. They only had offense in their eyes and no defense.

The tragic fight changed the color of the world.

The strong wind blowing on the sea was getting faster and faster, the waves were churning, and waves of waves rushed up, beating the beach vigorously. The red horse boat that the expeditionary army landed was bumped up and down under the attack of huge waves.

Some red horse boats capsized directly, causing shipwrecks.

Even the fleet parked on the periphery began to heave up and down. Although the sails had been lowered, they still couldn't stabilize because the ships were too dense and could easily collide with each other.

"This damn weather!"

Admiral Yu Dayou of the Yashan Fleet began to evacuate the ships while complaining, and at the same time arranged for the sailors to go to the sea to rescue the officers and soldiers of the Flame Army who fell into the water.

Luofeng City is located in the hinterland of the north, so more than half of the soldiers of the Flame Army are landlubbers.

The fighting on the fort was intense.

The soldiers on both sides were blood-stained, and in less than half an hour, the fort was completely stained red with blood.

Because corpses kept falling from the fort, accompanied by blood like a rain curtain, completely covering the musketeers hiding in the fort from sight.

It can be seen that the battle was brutal.

For Japan, every battle in the national war is a decisive battle, a battle to the death. Every time they lose a position on the battlefield, it means that they are one step closer to subjugation.

Therefore, they have no way out, only to fight to the death.

Especially for the professional fighting players in Japan, whether or not their country will be subjugated is not only related to honor, but also related to their wealth and lives. If you keep it, everything will be as usual; if you can't keep it, it is better to die in battle than to be reincarnated by Gaia.

Dongying people are still very fierce in their bones, and it is enough to make people frightened when they fight their lives.

The most intuitive manifestation is that Ran Min's troops, who had finally rushed to the fort, were under the attack of the enemy, and their speed decreased sharply at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the positions they had just occupied were continuously recaptured by the enemy.

Seeing that the position that the children exchanged their lives for is about to fall, Ran Min, the king of Wu mourning, is furious!

"kill!"

Ran Min roared loudly, the sound shook the audience, and the air wave rolled.

I saw Ran Min's already burly figure suddenly swelled up, his muscles bulged like hills, his veins bulged, and a fierce aura rushed towards his face, making people daunting.

The spear was as red as blood.

There were the most Japanese soldiers besieging Ran Min on the fort. Seeing that Ran Min was so powerful, he was so frightened that he retreated instead of advancing. Ran Min smiled coldly and took the initiative to kill the general.

For a time, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and corpses were everywhere.

Ran Min, who was mad, was like a wild beast, rampaging on the battlefield, invincible, no one could stop Ran Min's move with his spear.

Even Japanese players can't!

Fear spread like a plague, and he deserves to be one of China's top ten warriors, which is really frightening.

"Go together!"

The Dongpu fighters overcame their fear and turned to Ran Min again.

Ran Min's eyes were like lightning, his face was cold, his indescribable killing and ferocity, like an emotionless killing machine, heaving around in the enemy's formation, tireless.

People block killing, Buddha blocks killing.

"kill!"

Stimulated by this, the morale of the vanguard of the Blazing Army soared, arousing ferocity, and was about to regain the position.

This fight is entering the most tragic stage. The fighters on both sides have forgotten life and death, their comrades around them, and everything. They only have the enemy in their eyes and only one thought in their hearts.

"Kill him!"

Casualties rose like a tide, with heavy casualties on both sides.

Youdao is outnumbered. Although Ran Min is brave, there is only one person in the end, but the Dongying army stationed in the rear seems to be endless. A group of people died, and a group of new ones continued to flow.

There are very few soldiers of the Flame Army who can still stand on the fort.

Ten thousand Lie Yan Jun Er Lang, not one out of ten.

A sense of sadness permeated the battlefield, which moved people.