Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 121
"No~" It's like the elder brothers who have fallen into emotional entanglements in those bloody court dramas in the modern plane.

When he watched the scene where Fu Chaheng and the last elite of his men were flying up like rags amidst the huge explosion.

The third-class Viscount Bai Yintu of the Tartars yelled out such a sentence with a painful expression and a heart full of sadness.

Talk!When the three-eyed blunderbuss in the hands of Xu Feng and the others fired in unison, Bai Yintu, who also realized that he could not let the opponent, took the opportunity to rush in, also led a group of people to rush in.

It's just that compared with Fu Chaheng, his location was a little farther away at that time.

It turned out that the last elite of Niu Lu under his command was almost completely crippled by one guy, but this guy still wanted to continue to rush forward under a burst of distress.

Thinking of blocking all the opponents who rushed in, they were all outside.

Talk!Even now, the Tartar commander is quite clear in his thinking, knowing that if he strictly guards the camp and fights, they will have an advantage.

But his personal guards didn't dare to let their master take risks at all.

It was mainly the dynamite kit tactics used by Hu Biao and others, a terrifying fighting method they had never been exposed to before entering the customs.

No matter how many layers of armor you wear, as long as you are approached, you will kill a bunch of people at every turn. The ferocious result really makes them feel scared.

Faced with the power of such a terrorist attack, they really do not have much confidence that they can protect their master well under such circumstances.

Immediately, under the unanimous cognition, he forcibly dragged the Baiyin map, and retreated towards the position of the Chinese army banner behind.

Stay as far away from the front line as possible, lest the master be hurt by the explosive package.

Feeling the bodyguard dragging him back, Bai Yintu had no choice but to change his mind; at this moment, he saw Hu Biao, and Hu Biao also saw him.

Immediately, in the real eye contact, Bai Yintu finally knew who his opponent tonight was.

After a burst of inexplicable fear in his heart, Bai Yintu turned from embarrassment into anger, because he had already learned about Hu Biao's brother from some captured civilians.

That was only more than ten days ago, and he was just an ordinary military household of the Ming Dynasty. How could such an ant-like figure have the right to make him, a member of the Tazi clan, fearful.

He didn't allow himself to be afraid of such a small person, and immediately yelled in his mouth:
"Ao Te, Ao Te! We must take people with us and drive these Ming troops out.

Then stick to the camp, as long as the sun rises, these rabble-roused Nikan will be finished. "

Under this order, Niuluer Zhenaote, the only one left under his command, immediately greeted the Tartars around him, and quickly approached him.

When there are 30 to [-] people gathered around, they will lead people to meet them and drive Hu Biao and others who just rushed in.

Then, Bai Yintu snarled at his personal guard commander again:
"Hao Sheli, put 100 people on horseback for me, go around and block the back road of these Nikan, I will let them all die here tonight."

The reason why such an order was issued was that Bayintu had initially estimated the balance of troops between the two sides in a very short period of time.

On the side of the Ming army, there were about 300 people rushing in who were passing through the intersection. Although the other three directions were also shouting and killing, some people seemed to be rushing over faintly.

But up to now, the battles that have taken place are not very fierce. It is nothing more than some diversionary feints, and there are only 150 people in the sky.

If you add it up, that's 450 people, and many of them don't even have serious armor and weapons.

On the contrary, even if they had killed more than 100 people at the entrance, there were still more than 700 warriors with yellow flags in the entire camp.

The only shortcoming is that their strength of more than 700 people is slightly dispersed.

However, with their fighting power, they will definitely not be able to defeat the Nikan people in front of them; so until now, the Tartar commander still has quite confidence in his heart.

It was just at such a time that the mutation in the camp happened again...

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Fengrui and other people in the camp have been reluctant to do anything for a long time. What are they waiting for?Of course, I was waiting for the best time to do it.

As for the best time to do it, when is it?
When the 7.2 kg black powder explosive package heard the wild explosion sound, Feng Rui clearly realized one thing:
Good guy!That's it.

Taking advantage of the position about two meters away, a Tazi guard guarding them instinctively turned his head to look in the direction of the explosion.

Fengrui suddenly burst into trouble, and rushed towards the tartar; at the same time, he yelled: "Do it, folks, let's kill the tartar together~"

After hearing the movement around him, the Tartar guard quickly turned around holding the knife.

But it was too late, Feng Rui was already close to him, holding the guard's left thigh with both hands, and when he pulled down hard, his shoulders also pushed hard.

The move he used was exactly the one he learned to catch the enemy when he was serving in the Armed SPR team:
Hold your legs and fall.

Facts have proved that the Capture the Enemy Fist has been widely promoted among relevant personnel in the modern plane, and it still has some considerable practicality.

The Tartar guards swung their knives, but failed to cut the center sharp.

Just after losing his balance under his feet, he fell heavily to the ground.

At that time, after the back of his head was hit on the ground, the starry eyes were not completely dissipated, and he saw the sole of Feng Rui's big foot, which was getting bigger and bigger in front of his eyes.

In the end, Fengrui stomped the tartar's fragile throat three times.

Clutching his throat, the tartar had no ability to move or fight back.

He could only look at Feng Rui in horror, picked up the long knife he had dropped on the ground, chopped off a few of his fingers, and cut off the trachea along the way.

Because Fengrui used too much force in his hand while chopping it with a knife, the blood was immediately splashed, splashed on his face without saying anything, and some of it flew into his mouth.

It's just that the current Fengrui is no longer a rookie who vomited profusely in his last mission at the head of the city of Kucha.

Especially under the current special circumstances, he even felt some indescribable pleasure, full of a kind of taste of "eating the meat of the barbarians hungry for ambition, and drinking the blood of the Huns thirsty for laughing and talking".

Then, this former armed SPR with a bloody long knife in his hand and blood on his face turned his head to look around, planning to find his next opponent.

It's just that he couldn't find a target to attack in a short time and at close range.

Because he could now see that in less than seven or eight seconds after he killed a Tartar, the surroundings were already in a mess.

All the people who had burst out of anger, hatred, and fear that had been suppressed for a long time in their hearts were frantically fighting with the Tartars, in a posture of exchanging their lives for their lives.

On his left, only five or six meters away.

The spear in a Tartar's hand had already pierced through the stomach of a middle-aged man, with the sharp point protruding from his back.

But the man firmly grasped the barrel of the gun, even if he kept spitting blood from his mouth, he wouldn't let the Tartar pull out the weapon.

The other fat man, dressed in a satin robe and looking like a rich man, used his chubby arms to lock the tartar's arms tightly behind him.

During the stalemate between the three, the old man Jiang held a stone weighing six to seven catties in both hands, and smashed it at the head of the man who was holding a tiger gun.

One, two, three.

He smashed the Tartar's head until his head and face were covered with blood, and he screamed in horror.

Even in the following time, after the old man Jiang was kicked to the ground by the tartar, the dry old man still got up quickly regardless of the blood on the corner of his mouth.

Holding the stone that he still refused to let go even when he fell, he continued to smash it up, probably until the head of that tartar was completely smashed before letting go.

A little farther away, a tartar lying on the ground was struggling frantically.

Because beside him, not only were there two dead civilians lying there, but also a woman lying on his body, biting his throat tightly.

No matter how much the tartar beat, the woman refused to let go, and soon after, the movement between the two became smaller and smaller.

Thinking about it, both of them are at the last moment when their vitality is about to be cut off.

A little farther away, the butcher Zhao who had killed cattle and sheep for them, ignored his left hand that had just been cut off, and used a short knife that he had just snatched in his right hand.

Facing the gap in the Tartar armor in front of him, he stabbed in with a knife.

When the short knife was drawn out, the blade was already covered with blood red color.

In short, the Tartar guards, who only had five or sixty people, were overwhelmed by more than ten times the people in a very short period of time.

However, some tartars guarding the upper edge on the left side of the chariot formation didn't dare to rush over for a while. They only dared to shoot arrows from a distance and kept killing the people, but they didn't dare to rush over.

In a blink of an eye, these Tartar guards were about to die.

In the eyes of many Tartar guards before they died, besides the great fear, there were also strong doubts and puzzles.

They really couldn't figure out why these docile people of the Ming Dynasty, who were as weak as rabbits in their eyes, broke out in such a fierce battle.

They are like wolves, aloof predators...

(End of this chapter)