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Chapter 100 Persistence (23) [add [-] for AT]

Amidst the bang of a gun, one of his hands just threw out an iron bone, which dented the skull of a soldier wearing a helmet.

After a huge shock all over his body, he lowered his head in disbelief.

Then, he saw that a huge wound appeared on his chest covered with triple armor, and blood gushed out of it like money.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something at the last moment of his life.

It's a pity that before he could say anything, he completely lost his vitality, and his short and sturdy body collapsed to the ground; no one could know what he wanted to say in the last sentence.

Was it greeting Hu Biao and others, or was he calling his family members by their names?

Of course, the lines of the Tartar before his death are not important, for Hu Biao and his group, only a dead Tartar is a good Tartar.

It's a pity that such a joyful scene, except for the furious Tartar side, no one saw the defenders fighting fiercely on the pier.

The main reason is that everyone else is in the midst of a fierce battle, being absorbed by their current opponent, and has no time to care about other things.

And fired the gun, and killed the old black of the little leader of the Tartars with one gun.

But the moment after shooting, he quickly moved away, and he didn't have any extra thoughts at all, so he came to take another look at his own target.

In the first moment, this guy just squatted down his body, grabbed the gun in one hand, and ran towards the left position quickly, and ran to the next place where he planned to fire.

Such an approach is completely a lesson of blood and tears learned in previous battles.

Because in Hu Biao's team configuration, although he didn't deliberately set up a sniper position.

But after the battle started this time, Lao Hei, the gunslinger, had actually taken on the function of a sniper.

Needless to say, Lao Hei, a veteran of the PLA ground guidance force, has done quite well in this regard.

The blunderbuss in his hand filled with super-sized gunpowder has the farthest range on Suifeng Pier and the greatest armor-piercing ability.

Every time a loud gunshot sounded, the hearts of the Tartars attacking under the pier would be inexplicably suspended.

I prayed that I would not become the target of that bird shooter.

Because as long as you are hit by a bird gun, no matter how strong the armor you wear, there is no possibility of surviving.

Even if it hits a hand or foot, it can only be sawed off afterwards; and the craftsman with the armor-piercing ability of the bird gun, they are useless even holding a shield to block it.

Fortunately, the Ming army bird gunner on the pier, not every gun can hit them.

In this way, while Lao Hei continued to fire, low-ranking officers like Bashiku and elite white armored soldiers among the Tartars, or some threatening vests, were knocked to the ground one by one.

Up to now, the number of Tartars who died in his hands should be thirteen or fourteen.

Perhaps such a number is not comparable to some netizens who use ten thousand enemies and DIY burning cans to kill enemies; it is even less comparable to Hu Biao, who has precise throwing knife skills at the current close range.

But such a targeted kill definitely played a crucial role in this defensive battle.

However, the Tartars are not fools.

When Lao Hei first killed the third target, the Tartars were on him. Although many archers didn't get the order, they still spontaneously took him as a priority target and tried to kill him as soon as possible.

For example, Lao Hei, who fired a gun just now, just left the position with his front foot, and several sharp arrows and a throwing gun greeted him, and landed not far behind him.

The sharp arrow is okay, if it is hit by that sharp spear, Lao Hei is afraid that he will be cold now.

So now, after hitting a gun, regardless of whether he hits the target or not, the first thing he has to do is to move immediately, instead of watching to see if he has killed the opponent.

To sum it up, I don't seek meritorious deeds, but seek no faults. Only by living can I have a chance to kill more Tartars...

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During the transfer, Lao Hei could see behind a dirt wall covered with mottled blood.

Two rookies, Yu Hanfeng and Maize, stood shoulder to shoulder and leaned against each other on the dirt wall. There was a big pool of blood on the ground; there were no fatal injuries on their faces and necks.

But the chest and abdomen were full of sharp arrows, and there were a surprising number of small wounds.

There is no ups and downs of the chest, which means that the two have lost their breath.

Therefore, Lao Hei could see that there should be too many small wounds and severe blood loss, so that the two of them finally died in battle, draining the last drop of blood.

It's just that even if the two of them died in battle, Yumao still held an iron bone firmly in his hand, as if he was about to throw it back to fight back.

In Yu Hanfeng's words, it is a hardwood-clad iron one-handed shield that has been severely deformed in his hand, which has not been loosened until now.

Both of them opened their eyes wide, and the ferocious expressions on their faces were still frozen; it seemed that at the moment before dying, both of them were thinking about continuing to fight and smashing against the Tartars.

"Brother! Good job." After saying this, Lao Hei continued to move forward.

The small steps of the cat's waist did not stop at all; even if it only took him a second or two, he was able to close the eyes of the two of them.

But, why bother with this matter?

Because until now, Lao Hei has seen too many members of his side die in battle one by one, his heart has changed from the initial anger to being able to face death calmly.

Not only the death of his teammates, but also the arrival of his own death.

He even had an inexplicable intuition in his heart that he should die soon; but such a result seemed to be nothing, Lao Hei only hoped that he could kill a few more tartars before he died.

If there is such a goal as a Tartar Niu Luerzhen in it, I really have no regrets.

Soon after, Lao Hei came to a wooden shelf more than ten meters away, and filled the empty bird gun in his hand again.

The match is still enough, so there is no need to change it, so first put a lot of granulated gunpowder and press it tightly.

Let's send the steel bar head again. What steel bar head is finished?
It's okay, he has prepared some lead bullets that have been polished in advance, anyway, before he dies, he will never use up these lead bullets.

In the end, the blunderbuss was filled to the brim, and Quiet Mimi poked her head out, and at the same time, planned to stick out the barrel.

The next step, of course, is to quickly find the target, open fire, and leave. In short, the sooner the better for such a result, let the attack of the Tartars eat the fart behind.

It was only when he poked his head out that he saw a flying ax spinning in front of him, getting bigger and closer in his sight.

Before he had time to react, this throwing ax shattered the iron mask on his face and split his eyebrows.

"Fuck you damn Tartar, I haven't killed a Niu Luerzhen yet." This was the only thought, or regret, in Lao Hei's mind before he died...

What Lao Hei didn't know was that two or three seconds after he fell down and died.

A Li, a white-haired girl, held his bird gun that was splattered with blood.

Without any hesitation, Ah Li picked up the blunderbuss, fired quickly, and killed the Tartar vest soldier who killed Lao Hei just now.

The reason why she killed the enemy cleanly with one shot was not because her gunplay was better than that of Lao Hei, but because the tartar was close enough; at a distance of only eight or nine meters, it was difficult to miss it.

Next, Ali didn't continue to work as a medical soldier because it wasn't necessary.

Facing fierce battles, there is also huge defensive pressure.

Now Sun Xing, the servant, Twenty Thousand who lost his hand, Angelica who was shot blind in one eye, and almost all other wounded who could move, all joined the battle.

Under the situation that Suifengdun would be breached at any time by the Tartars, her position as a medical soldier was meaningless.

In the previous time, she had been fighting with the flying stone cable for a long time, but unless that thing hit the tartar's eyeball, the damage to the armored opponent was too low.

Far from being left behind by Lao Hei, such a bird gun is powerful.

So after firing once, she squatted down and took out the gunpowder and lead bullets from Old Hei, and continued to fill the barrel like Old Hei did.

Because the movements were not very proficient, it took Ali more than a minute to load the bird gun.

And by accident, it seems that there are more grains of gunpowder in it than Lao Hei.

After picking up the blunderbuss, Ali stood up and was pleasantly surprised to see a tartar with more refined armor, who had already led the charge to a position more than ten meters below the pier.

Without even thinking about it, Ali fired directly at this target.

(End of this chapter)