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Chapter 1001 A Difficult Day ()

Looking at the natives who looked so fierce not long ago, as if they were going to tear them apart completely.

Under the powerful attack from our side, he was defeated in just a short time.

As if they wished they had more legs, with panic on their faces, they fled away at a speed much faster than they had rushed up before.

In the first security zone, all the Chinese men who helped guard, and even the young and old, fell into confusion.

The main reason is that they never thought that not only could their side defend the safe zone, but they could also repulse an attack by the natives so easily.

So under this incredible result, they were stunned for a full minute.

When they finally reacted, they immediately burst into loud cheers; countless people cried with excitement at such a moment.

The eyes that looked at Hu Biao and other heroes from the Xuan Ge Camp were filled with indescribable gratitude and admiration.

But here in the first safety zone, all the Chinese compatriots, even the two rookies Lao Ma and Lao Ping, cheered loudly because of the excitement in their hearts.

At this moment, he was on the roof of the first safety zone, holding a Thompson submachine gun and Hu Biao, ready to provide support at any time.

There are also other old birds, but there is no happy mood in their hearts.

Indeed, what's there to be happy about?

In the narrow street environment, they have barricades and various advanced light weapons. It is a very normal thing to fight off some unsuspecting natives in a sudden attack.

Or to put it another way, as long as they stay in the safe zone, they will definitely have enough confidence that no natives will be able to kill them.

The crux of the question is, during today's crisis, can they just stay in the safe zone and not leave?

Of course it won't work. They have a reason to go out, and there is no way to stay in the safe zone. When they have to start actively fighting out, the bad situation will begin.

For example, ten minutes later, Hu Biao picked up the telescope and looked outside the safe zone.

It was immediately discovered that the fleeing natives did not completely collapse under the shouts of some who should be their leaders. They spread their legs and fled all the way without a trace.

Instead, they gathered again a mile or two away.

Then, a large part of the natives, about thirty to forty thousand people in number, stopped escaping and slowly approached the first safety zone, preparing for the next attack.

After all, in the brief battle just now, they actually only suffered casualties of two to three hundred people. Considering the overall huge scale, such casualties are not worth mentioning.

Under the circumstances of obvious organization, these evil Java monkeys who have not grabbed anything will definitely not be willing to retreat.

There was also a small group of natives, still numbering around ten thousand people, who were heading towards other parts of Surabaya City to kill.

Say it! On the contrary, it was the actions of these tens of thousands of natives that gave Hu Biao and the others the biggest headache.

Because even now, in the three safe zones they have established, too many Chinese compatriots have fled.

However, in the huge city of Surabaya, there are still many Chinese who are unable to escape for various reasons and are stranded in various corners.

The actions of these natives clearly meant that they were looking for these lone people everywhere.

As long as it is found, there is no need to say what will happen.

honestly! For these Chinese people who were unwilling to evacuate from their homes in the past time; now they want to evacuate, but they can't. They are probably praying to gods and Buddhas and praying for someone to save them.

As soon as they thought about it, Hu Biao and the others felt really bored.

But no matter how disgusted he is, it's not a reason to sit back and watch them being massacred by the natives, but he doesn't do anything.

On the one hand, we are all fellow flower growers, so seeing them die because of a moment of confusion makes us feel a little unbearable.

Therefore, even if you point your nose at them and curse them after rescuing them, you still have to take action.

On the other hand, it is also a very important aspect.

As long as everyone in today's team pays a little attention with their mental power, they can see in their minds that the number representing the death toll of Chinese Americans has reached 87.

wrong! In a moment of confusion, the word count jumped to 91 people.

Why, we are about to break through 100 people.

If this situation continues, the number of five hundred people will be reached in less than an hour, which means that their side mission has completely failed.

And within the next hour, there is absolutely no chance that the Xuange Camp fleet will arrive at the port.

After another two or three hours, it will be a little hard to say.

The veterans of the team had no idea how long it would take to arrive and launch an artillery bombardment after defeating the Dutch fleet.

Thinking of all the above, Hu Biao spat heavily and yelled: "The imperial concubine, Shadow Cavalry, and I will go out in front of the barricade to save people.

Warehouse manager, Erpang, and Fengchao, a group of you go out from behind to rescue people.

Nanze, lead the rescue team to rescue the wounded. No matter what means you use, you must at least ensure that they do not die today and stay alive for a while longer.

Cross, contact Lao Yang of the fleet again and tell them that if they don't want to come to collect our bodies, let them go faster; upon arrival, immediately launch an attack on the Dutch fleet.

The remaining people must defend this place and not let any natives in.

At the same time, it also saves me some ammunition, so I don’t run out of them all early~”

After shouting the above string of words, Hu Biao led the imperial concubine and Fengche, stepping on the roofs of various buildings, and ran towards a yard two miles away...

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In Hu Biao's observation, there were fifty or sixty Chinese compatriots, old and young, who were originally planning to rush into the safe zone.

But after rushing to a position still two miles away from the safe zone.

Blocked by an astonishing number of natives, they could no longer rush or take a step forward; in a hurry, a group of people could only hide in a yard on the roadside.

But even so, how could those natives be willing to let them go?

There were at least five or six hundred natives outside the yard, rushing madly into the yard; under their impact, some men in the front were quickly chopped down, as many as ten people.

Fortunately, Hu Biao and the other three were running at full speed and quickly reached a hundred meters away from the yard.

With the Thompson submachine gun in his hand, he pointed at the natives and greeted them.

In order to achieve maximum lethality in a short period of time, they rescued the group of Chinese Americans; after the three people pulled the trigger, their fingertips never let go.

Suddenly, bullets like splashing water greeted them and knocked down twenty or thirty natives.

When the remaining natives saw this, they immediately fled out of the yard like a flock of frightened birds, thus resolving the crisis for the Chinese in the yard.

Hu Biao and the other three people who successfully rescued people did not show any smiles on their faces after jumping from the roof into the yard.

Laugh, laugh silly.

When they were shooting just now, the process of "chu tu~" knocking down a piece of them was quite satisfying; but the three of them had fired more than a hundred rounds of bullets just now, and just thinking about the consumption of ammunition made them tremble with distress. .

Because with their ammunition reserves, they really can't withstand a few such trials.

With huge heartache, Hu Biao shouted to the many Chinese women in the yard who were hugging their men, or crying with their fathers and brothers:

"Stop crying, carry the fallen people on your back first, and follow us into the safe area.

If you are not dead by then, there will be plenty of time for you to cry~"

In the following time, these people protected the women and children in the middle. Outside were some men who picked up knives and sticks and gritted their teeth for the safety of their families.

In the outermost position, there are three people including Hu Biao, Guifei, and Fengche.

To be more specific, it was the imperial concubine who took the lead, Fengchao was in the middle to provide support, and Hu Biao was at the back to cut off the rear.

After setting up such a formation, the team continued to move towards the safe zone.

As a result, the group of them had only walked fifty or sixty steps away when thousands of natives surrounded them from a distance. For a moment, they looked around at a dense crowd of fierce, wolf-like looks. After walking two hundred steps, an unknown voice shouted from the crowd, and immediately a large number of small stones came to greet them like raindrops.

Even if everyone in the team raised their hands to protect their heads and faces in the first place, they still screamed when they were hit.

Especially Hu Biao and the other three people were the focus of greetings from these little stones.

Even with their defense power, after being hit by dozens or hundreds of pebbles all at once, their mouths were still a little crooked in pain.

After throwing a wave of stones, hundreds of natives shouted and took the lead to kill from the front and back directions.

Instinctively, Hu Biao was about to hold Thompson in his arms and throw fire at the rushing natives again.

But when I heard a sentence suddenly rang in my ears: "Old Hu, don't shoot just yet, save the bullets if you can~"

Turning around, he saw that the imperial concubine at the front of the team had already hung the Thompson submachine gun produced by the system on her chest.

He drew out the 'Kiku Ichimonji' samurai sword from his waist and greeted a group of natives at the front of the team.

The imperial concubine's Qinggong burst out at extremely fast speeds, so the few natives who rushed forward felt their eyes blurred, and saw in horror that the stunningly beautiful Chinese woman was already in front of them.

When the sharp sword light came on, the only thing they could do was to instinctively raise their arms and block them in front of their heads and faces.

Fragile human limbs are naturally a big joke in the face of the sharpness of the samurai swords produced by the system.

Therefore, the group of natives who rushed up from the front immediately saw a scene that frightened them:

In the sharp flashes of swords, the three people who rushed forward were not only hacked to death on the spot, but one person's head was chopped off directly, and the other person's upper body was chopped diagonally into two halves starting from the right shoulder.

There was one person left, and his skull had been sliced ​​open; so much so that after he fell, it was like a bowl of tofu pudding that Chinese Americans loved to eat, was suddenly knocked over and scattered all over the floor.

All in all, the three people's deaths were quite miserable.

However, they all soon learned that the above scenes were not enough to express the madness of this Chinese-American woman.

After grabbing it with her free left hand, she grabbed the hair that flew up from the head and held it in her hand like a big hammer without a handle.

Then, as she continued forward, she rushed into the crowd of natives.

The katana in her right hand was still slashing, and with each blow, many broken limbs flew up; the head she was holding on to her left hand was also smashed out by her.

He hit the head of a nearby native hard, and it was a head-on collision.

While knocking those unlucky ones to the ground, flesh, blood, and even bone residue flew everywhere, no one knew which head they came from.

In other words, it's on both heads.

Such a ferocious or extremely brutal battle made all the natives feel scared. If their manpower was not almost endless, they might have to run away again.

But even so, facing the imperial concubine's continuous advancement, they instinctively retreated and retreated, and even hid in some alleys on both sides.

There were obviously many people blocking the team's path, but the imperial concubine killed them and opened a bloody path.

Even the speed of the team's advance has not been reduced much.

However, Hu Biao saw in the blink of an eye that the imperial concubine had intentionally made the battle so bloody and brutal.

You must know that gently cutting the opponent's throat with a knife is the same as splitting the opponent in half with a knife. Both methods can completely kill the opponent.

But if you compare the latter, it will obviously be more laborious and consume more.

But the concubine's idea at the moment was to use such a brutal fighting method to scare more natives from coming forward.

Otherwise, if so many natives really wanted to swarm them, the only thing the three of them could do was to leave these Chinese compatriots behind and use Qinggong to escape.

After understanding the imperial concubine's thoughts, Hu Biao immediately shouted again:

"Windmill, you are on guard with a gun, you can't let the natives disrupt the team~"

Without even finishing his words, Hu Biao took the initiative to greet a large number of natives who rushed up from the rear of the team.

In a blink of an eye, he rushed in front of a middle-aged native.

It was obvious that a simple 'Black Tiger Evisceration' hit the native's heart, and he could be killed directly; but he used enough internal strength to punch the native on the head.

The native's head was like a watermelon hit by a steel pipe, and the rich juices splashed all over the faces of his companions.

Immediately, two natives nearby let out an "ouch" in their mouths, then turned around and ran away.

Hu Biao's approach was naturally based on the same intention as the imperial concubine, preparing to use cruel killing methods to frighten the natives.

Windmill, holding a Thompson submachine gun, fired a few bursts from time to time, killing anyone who came within twenty steps of the advancing team.

It was like drawing a red line between life and death for those natives.

Not long after, after leaving dozens of corpses behind, these natives once again lost their courage to fight. Unfortunately, they retreated twenty or thirty steps away, and stopped again in a native language.

Before Hu Biao could find the shouter in the crowd and successfully kill him, a dense crowd of stones came to greet them.

Even if he raised his left hand to protect his head and face, Hu Biao still received a blow on his cheek.

There was a slight sweet taste in my mouth, and my gums were bleeding from the blow.

In anger, Hu Biao picked up the Thompson submachine gun in his hand and fired all the remaining dozen rounds and bullets in the drum.

After knocking down seven or eight people in succession, the natives ran back for more than a hundred meters before stopping.

But not long after, he approached again while shouting in dialect, and threw out a dense number of stones in his hand; they were like slugs, they couldn't shake them off or run away, it was so disgusting.

Seeing this, Hu Biao didn't even think about shooting.

In this way, the three of them endured the dense rain of stones, guarding such a small team, and trudged forward all the way surrounded by densely packed natives.

The feeling in my heart was simply suffocating to death.

This situation continued until they entered within a hundred meters of the first safety zone.

Lao Ping, an aerospace engineer, held a bayonet and rushed out with fifty or sixty people shouting. The natives, who were like maggots on the tarsal bones, stopped in their tracks.

Allowing such a small team to successfully enter the safe zone.

Only after entering the safe zone did Fengchao replace his empty Thompson submachine gun with a brand new drum magazine.

The imperial concubine looked a little tired and threw away the tattered native head in her hand like garbage.

In Hu Biao's mouth, he spit out a large mouthful of bloody saliva with a sound of "Bah~".

It was then that he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Nanze, come here quickly and save people; none of the wounded I have worked so hard to bring back can die~"

Then, I glanced at the blood-red number in my head, and found that after such a short time, I had already reached 127 people; I cursed "What the hell".

Facing the windmill and the imperial concubine again, he shouted: "Let's go, continue to save people~"

Ten seconds later, Nanze finally arrived here with two blond rabbits and a group of strong women.

Seeing a group of injured people on the ground who were cut into bloody gourds, the tea profiteer couldn't help but take a breath of cold air and felt a mountain of pressure coming on him.

In this battle, he and the Shou Zheng Dao people did not need to participate in the frontline battle at all.

But compared with the task of trying every possible means to save the lives of these wounded soldiers, he would rather fight to the death with a knife and a gun...

(End of this chapter)