Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 122 Melee (22) [adding [-] for the parallel knife]

After the shock wave of the explosion passed, Xu Feng immediately got up from the ground, intending to take advantage of this opportunity to rush into the tartar camp as soon as possible.

But as soon as he left, Xu Feng felt a mouthful of hot blood rushing up in his chest, and he was about to spit it out from his mouth.

It immediately made him realize that even if he stayed as far away from the explosion point as possible just now, he was still seriously injured by the too huge explosion force.

It's just that now, where is the time to deal with internal injuries, things that won't kill people immediately?
As long as you can't die, then kill the Tartars to death.

He forcibly suppressed the mouthful of blood, swung the three-eyed blunderbuss with one hand, and yelled, "Rush. Rush in~"

With a high-pitched roar, Xu Feng was the first to lead and successfully rushed into the entrance.

At the moment of rushing in, a tartar who was not killed by the shock just raised his head, trying to get up from the ground to stop everyone.

But when Xu Feng hit the three-eyed gun, he smashed his skull.

Then, Hu Biao and others also rushed in like a tide; in such a process, Hu Biao and the enemy chief Bai Yintu met eyes.

But after rushing into the tartar camp, Hu Biao and his group immediately started to divide the troops according to the original plan after Fengrui led the captured people to riot.

There was no time at all, and he attacked Bayintu with his eyes.

Specifically, AT, Xu Feng, Lao Snake, Xu Er, Hu Biao and others led a large force towards the right side of the camp, which is the direction of the Chinese army where Baiyintu was located.

Soon after, he got involved with the last of the Tatars, Niulu Erzhenaote, and a group of his subordinates, and a big scuffle started between the two sides.

Soon after, the two sides fought into a battlefield.

Immediately, the Tartar camp was divided into two unconnected areas on the left and right.

At the beginning of the fight, they still remember that they formed a small battle formation in twos and threes, relying on and supporting each other.

But under the pressure of the Tartars, they quickly became in a state of fighting on their own.

Yang Dongli, Youbing and others led seven or eighty people to kill the group of captured civilians on the left side of the camp.

Such an approach is not because Hu Biao and the others are still dreaming of killing Baiyintu.

just kidding!On the side of Baiyintu, there are at least three to four hundred Tartars. Although they have been beaten for a short time now, they are not easily able to rush in.

So their current posture of rushing over is just to entangle these tartars so that they can't rush over.

The purpose of Yang Dongli and others is to kill the Tartar guards in the shortest possible time, and then escort the people away to complete the first phase of the task, the number of people is the best.

In addition, there were singers and a small group of people, holding cans full of vegetable oil in their hands, and rushed towards the carts around the camp.

They need to ignite more carts in a short time to make the flames of the entire Tartar camp brighter.

Only in this way can the large number of night blindness patients on our side fight against the Tartars without being affected;

In this way, after the previous harassment, desperate approach, and fire coverage.

Hu Biao's side consisted of about 1100 mobs, and the Tartars' side consisted of about 600 elites. They started a head-on fight without fancy.

Not to mention many soldiers and civilians, this kind of head-to-head fighting with the Tartars is the first time in history.

That is, the deep-seated hatred, and the existence of Hu Biao and other brothers, so that they can rush forward desperately.

What they didn't know was that Brother Hu Biao, who was deified in their hearts, and Brother Fengrui, Brother Kicked, Brother Xufeng, Brother Lang Qing, etc., were actually panicked at this moment.

why?Because of the battles they experienced before, they either defended the city.

Or in small-scale battles, our side still has a considerable advantage, and several of them have fought against each other; and this kind of almost one-on-one fight with the Tartars, they have never tried before...

******
Amidst the loud bang of '咚~', AT felt the obvious numbness in his left hand holding the shield.

It was just now that he used the hardwood-clad iron one-handed shield in his hand to block an iron bone thrown from a Tartar Fende Bashiku more than ten meters away.

Talk! AT has been exercising intentionally since the last mission ended.

Compared with before, the physique has been considerably improved.

Especially when it came to the mission world, after almost half a month, there were several times more food supplements than usual every day, as well as various high-intensity training and fighting.

This young white-collar worker in the modern plane already has a lot of tendons on his body, and the abdominal muscles on his lower abdomen are also faintly visible.

If it's in their company, it's ostentatious to wear a vest or something.

Against the background of a group of colleagues who are a little bald and have a big belly, the girls at the front desk can't look right.

It's a pity that this level of physical fitness depends on who you compare it with. Anyway, it is far inferior to the Tartar who is facing him directly at the moment and killed him ferociously.

The low-level Tartar officer was only a little over 1.6 meters tall, but weighed at least [-] kilograms.

It's not fat all over the body, but solid muscles; the appearance of the body is bulging, and it can be seen that there are at least two layers of armor on the body, which belongs to the elite of the Tartars.

In short, the guy wielded a one-handed hammer in his hand, and the momentum of striding forward was astonishing.

Seeing this, AT greeted him with a wry smile on his face.

Of course he knew very well that under this kind of ruthless catching and fighting, he might not be able to defeat a Tartar Yu Ding with his own fighting power.

Designated is not this kind of opponent who has polished his body since childhood and practiced martial arts.

It's just that AT has long understood that under such circumstances, there is no compromise or concession at all, either the opponent dies, or he dies.

With such a cognition, AT also clenched the sword and shield in his hand.

At the same time, he squatted down slightly and made a lunge under his feet. He was ready to block the opponent's one-handed hammer, and then he was ready to chop out the long knife in his hand.

This night attack, as the main force in the battle, he of course enjoyed the treatment of a layer of chain mail under a layer of iron armor.

But this kind of equipment mode can only defend against arrows.

If he were to be hit by that one-handed hammer, even if it wasn't at a vital point, it would still end up with a severe fracture.

AT is the general who has set up this stance, and the tartar on the opposite side has already rushed over on his own initiative, swung a one-handed hammer in his hand, and smashed towards his head.

The AT, who had been prepared for a long time, immediately raised his left hand holding the shield.

It was very timely, blocking such a fatal blow.

But what made him extremely speechless was that the strength in the Tartar's hand was too shocking; before he could make the planned slash, at the moment when the one-handed hammer touched the shield in his hand, an astonishing shock After the strength came.

Let him face backward involuntarily, and at the same time he retreated several steps in one breath, his whole left arm was numb, and the deformed shield flew out of his hand.

Seeing this, the Tartar looked a bit unreasonable, walked a few steps quickly and chased after him.

It's a bit like taking advantage of the AT disease to kill him.

Who told AT to stagger back a few steps before sitting on the ground, and it was too late to do anything now.

Fortunately, at this moment, a commoner rushed up with a dung fork in his hand, and stabbed the tartar directly in front of the door with a dung fork in his hands, which was regarded as attracting his attention.

Those common people don't know any martial arts at all, and their movements are completely like village guys fighting.

Therefore, such a simple assassination plan is undoubtedly full of flaws in the eyes of the Tartars.

The tartar was assigned to the Shiku, and he tilted his head slightly to let a dung fork stab him from the opposite side, and then took a step forward.

He punched down with his empty left hand, and after hitting the head of the civilian, he knocked the civilian who weighed almost half of his weight to the ground.

The whole process was only delayed for a second.

Then, the tartar continued to rush towards AT, and the one-handed hammer in his hand hit AT's head again.

At one moment, the little white-collar AT was able to get up from the ground holding a long knife; but in the next second, AT's head was about to be smashed.

The tartar smashed the hammer with one hand and said nothing, but there was a hoarse scream from his mouth.

Because the commoner who was knocked to the ground by him hugged Tartar's legs tightly when he fell down, and refused to let go no matter what.

What's worse, he bit down on the tender meat inside the tartar's legs.

The current season was midsummer, and the tartar wore only a pair of thin trousers on his legs, how could he bear this kind of pain, which was not fatal at all, but unspeakably severe.

After swinging the one-handed hammer in his hand again, he didn't care about the AT at all, and hit the commoner directly on the back with the hammer.

In the sound of 'click~', the common people whose back bones were broken countless times were beaten to death on the spot.

But even now, the common people still did not let go of their clenched mouths.

On the contrary, after being hit, the body was shaken violently, and finally separated from the tartar; but in the mouth of the common people, there was a big piece of meat bitten off the thigh of the tartar. of.

At the moment of separation, the tartar felt numb from the pain.

Taking advantage of such an opportunity, AT slashed at his face; the slash was so deep that he killed the tartar on the spot.

Let him and the people he just killed fall together...

(End of this chapter)