"Long live, please go north quickly... Enter the Beijing Iron Factory... More than 18,000 workers in the entire Qinghe Industrial Zone will protect His Majesty!"

"We block these rebels... Your Majesty can wait for reinforcements to rescue... Our Three Thousand Pioneers will help His Majesty block it!"

"Comrades... block these rebels... escort Long Live to the industrial zone..."

"Kill... Kill..." The three thousand strong workers' self-defense forces collided with the rear-end rebels and thugs like a city wall.

Now this battle has completely turned into a melee battle, and it is a bloody battle dominated by cold weapons!

Neither side had any plans in this pursuit battle. During the pursuit, both sides also consumed a large amount of ammunition. Now there are many cases where guns cannot be found.

As for what kind of hand #thunder, bombs, guns, cannons... there is nothing like this medium and heavy weapon!

Both sides did not even have long-range weapons such as bows and crossbows in the cold weapon era, nor did they have various infantry formations!

The two sides fought together and it was a huge battle on the street. Of course, the fight here in the wilderness is more like an armed fight in the village clan.

They were all fighting with instinct, and the pursuers and the soldiers and civilians who protected Zaichun, more than 10,000 people gathered on the south bank of Qinghe. The two sides fought together, and from a distance it looked like groups of ants fighting.

The pursuing rebels were also very bad. Even the rebels brought by the Japanese Six from the south were mostly victims of disaster, while more were bannermen and people in the capital and outside the city.

These people don’t know any military calligraphy and warfare. When fighting, they are just street gangsters. They are brave enough to fight hard and use secret tricks.

The bricks and tampered with tile on the ground and threw them away. A handful of sand in his hand could squint the other person's eyes. More people held the rusty waist knives and red tassel spears from the family.

Some even put on all the tattered leather armor left by their ancestors. If you look closely, there are still a few people wearing costumes on the stage.

It was so bright and dazzling in the melee!

Zaitu Ronglu and others did bring more than a thousand cavalry, all of whom had experienced long battles, but the number of people was too small. Faced with a fight of tens of thousands of people, they could not raise their speed and could not start a charge.

Zai Tu was so angry that he cursed, "Give up the way... The fool in the costume... gets up..."

"Then Duobao...you bastard... drive me out the cavalry's charge path...or you'll have your head!"

What could Duobao do? He was also trapped in this melee. The war horse was pushed by the crowded crowd, and he was so angry that he was panting.

"Give up the way... You can't fight like this... Use the eldest guy to separate the distance in front..."

"Go to you..." Before Duobao could curse the chaos, he heard a scolding in front of him, and a black shadow flew over with a whoosh.

A short-handled hammer flew over and swirled. A coworker on the opposite side was 1.8 meters tall, and his body was covered in tendon flesh made from work, as hard as steel.

The short-handed hammer that he repaired on weekdays has become a weapon for killing people today. The hammer was covered with red and white objects, and four or five of them were smashed by his head alone.

Seeing that Duobao was an official, he had the intention to rush over and kill him, but the number of thugs on the opposite side was blocked by too many, the guy used all his strength and swung his arm, "Ah... go shit..."

A hammer flew over directly, Duobao was not a pure waste, and fighting with the rebels was a skillful experience.

When I saw that it was not good, I screamed, "Ah..." and shrank my head and rolled off the horse's back. With a puff, the hammer hit the horse's head directly.

With a lot of strength, the hammer directly smashed the horse's head out of a big pit. The war horse screamed and fell to the ground, just pressing Na Duobao's thigh.

"Ah..." Na Duobao heard a crack in his ear, and then a severe pain in his thigh came, and his leg was broken.

"Help... pull me... push the horse corpse away..."

At this time, the rioters were already red-eyed, and people didn't care about anything on the ground, and people were staring at fighting against the opposite side.

I couldn't stop kicking Na Duobao, but I was tripped by Na Duobao and pressed against him. The broken leg could not move around, and the dying war horse was still kicking her legs and struggling with death!

Then Duobao felt that the broken surface of the thigh bone was constantly grinding, and the flesh, flesh, bones, and bones were entangled.

It hurts! It hurts so much! The pain is so painful that Duobao's face turned pale and there is no sound of shouting.

I don’t know how long it took, but the familiar face of the slave flashed out between countless legs, “Big Master…Oh my master…I’ve found my master…”

The slave rushed over and tried his best to separate the crowd, lifted the horse corpse and mixed it with Na Duobao and retreated. It was not until this time that Na Duobao stood up again and saw the battle scene in front of him again.

He was already stunned. He didn't expect that these workers with choking noses and oily smell were so powerful!

Sure enough, the one who fights in the war is the organization. Obviously, the organizational ability of the workers is much better than that of these ordinary people, especially the alleys in the capital. They are all very polite, but if you let them obey the orders, you will be stunned.

I saw Xin Jian waving a red flag far behind, following the direction of the red flag, batches of workers pushed up in an organized manner!

"Reach each other's shoulders and backs... don't fight in love... protect each other and fight..."

"The muskets are overwhelming...save bullets...the officers who kill the enemy..."

"Sledgehammer team... 80 people in groups... Little Hammer team... 40 people in groups..."

"Eighty...80...40...40..."

Wristening a sledgehammer is the basic skill of steel workers, and on the battlefield, the hammer is always a heavy weapon for breaking armor and attacking difficulties. Wristening a round sledgehammer has the courage to be unfair!

As long as there are comrades on both sides to protect each other and cooperate, a long-handled sledgehammer will be an assault port to break the formation!

"Die..." With a whimper, the hammer raised high above his head and smashed it down with the sound of breaking through the air, as invincible as Mount Tai.

The thug on the opposite side was shocked and retreated unconsciously with both feet, but everyone behind them was full of people. Where can you retreat?

Puff...click...click...

The head was smashed like a watermelon, and the muscles and bones swept down by the hammer were all broken, and an unlucky guy was photographed in the cavity.

"Oh my god... what's this... what's this..."

Taking advantage of the gap when the heavy hammer retracts the hammer and accumulates strength again, the soldiers holding the sharp blades on both sides of the left and right suddenly rushed out, and while you are in a chaotic moment, the engineer shovels fly back and forth among the thugs!

This is much more useful than a waist knife. If you swing it roundly, it will be like a sound of breaking through the air. When you cut it on your body, it will be broken bones and tendons!
Chapter completed!