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Chapter 123 Melee (500) [Monthly ticket [-] plus more]

In fact, the extremely tragic battle similar to AT here also happened to more people in the battle group that is currently fighting together.

Seriously, the soldiers and civilians of the Ming Dynasty who have been malnourished all the year round are no match for the Tartars who have honed their bodies and practiced martial arts since childhood in terms of actual combat effectiveness.

The reason for them to keep fighting is nothing more than the courage to grit their teeth and fight desperately.

There are other soldiers and civilians risking their lives to support them, using the sacrifice of one or two people, or even more, to exchange the life of the Tartars.

For example: The old snake held a tiger gun seized from the Tartars, held it in his hand in a PLA-like posture, and confronted the Tartars in front of him.

The opponent held the same tiger gun in his hand, and was also wearing an iron armor.

The two of them were staring at each other, ready to look for an opportunity to stab the gun in their hands; the two who knew that after the shot, the winner would be decided, they were quite cautious now.

The difference is that at this point in time, the old snake is still trying to remember the key points of practicing three defenses and one stab when he was trained to fight bayonets.

The so-called three defenses, of which the three defenses refer to the anti-stab left, anti-stab right, and anti-stab down, one stab is a stab.

In fact, speaking seriously, there is no essential difference between the marksmanship that Hu Biao and the others learned from veterans in Kucha City in the past.

They all belong to some veterans who have been fighting for a long time. Using the precious experience between life and death, they summed up simple, but quite practical moves.

However, when the same moves are used by different people, the difference in power and speed is astonishingly large.

All of a sudden, the old snake yelled out the word 'kill', and at the same time, the tiger spear in his hand was already full-strength, stabbing at the tartar's throat.

It's a pity that the old snake shot with such full force, it was too slow to fall into the opponent's eyes.

The tiger gun in the Tartar's hand slapped casually, that is, the long spear in the old snake's hand was slapped away, and then his arms were slightly backed away, just to stab the old snake with a spear.

After the old snake stabbed in the air, it was the moment when the door of Buddhism opened wide, and it was impossible to dodge at all.

As a result, just when the old snake thought that he was about to hang himself up with this one, a swirling kitchen knife came over and chopped right at the base of the tartar's neck.

It was a few steps away, after a commoner saw that Brother Snake was in danger.

Immediately, he threw the kitchen knife in his hand towards this side.

After the kitchen knife slashed at the base of Tartar's neck, Tartar suffered a burst of pain immediately, and the stabbing shot was delayed for a second or two.

That is, in such a second or two, two lives appeared.

One is that the old snake stabbed the gun again, and finally stabbed the tartar in front of him to death.

The second is that the civilian who threw the kitchen knife was hacked to death by Yu Ding, a tartar behind him in a blink of an eye.

Then, the red-eyed old snake drew out the bloody tiger spear, and howled and killed Yu Ding, the tartar who had just killed a commoner...

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"Damn it~" Cursed bitterly from the mouth of the 20-year-old Xueba singer who was studying in graduate school.

It was just a second ago that he used a torch that had fallen on the ground to ignite a vegetable oil can in his hand, behind the cotton cloth that blocked the mouth of the can.

Ready to rush to a cart full of hay about twenty steps away.

After there were more than [-] Tartars gathered together, I don't know which bastard among them found out that many of them have the weakness of night blindness.

After extinguishing some torches and a bunch of bonfires around him, the light in that area immediately dimmed.

Many civilians who were already much weaker than them in combat effectiveness, when they killed them, most of them moved slowly under the influence of night blindness, and were easily chopped to the ground.

A small number of people who do not have night blindness are also outnumbered and die in the blink of an eye.

In a short time, more than [-] civilians were killed.

So the singer was going to set fire to the cartload of fodder. If the dry matter was dry today, it would only need a can of burning vegetable oil to put it on, and the place would be brightly illuminated.

It was just that the singer rushed out a step or two, and suddenly there was a tingling pain in the thigh of his left leg.

It was a sharp arrow that flew from nowhere, and it directly pierced his left leg. Although it didn't hurt any bones, a severe pain caused him to kneel down on one knee immediately. on the ground.

The singer just cursed, and the burning vegetable oil was picked up by a square-faced commoner.

He also strode forward towards the cart loaded with fodder.

It's a pity that after rushing out two or three steps at most, the commoner fell down with an arrow in his chest. Fortunately, even in the process of falling down, he also protected the jar in his arms from being thrown and exploded.

"Father, Tartars, return my father's life~"

Amidst such miserable screams, a young brother who would be at most a high school student in the modern world picked up the jar and continued to rush out.

However, the Tartars over there had noticed this place long ago, and after another arrow shot over there.

The rattan armor on the young brother was shot through after slightly blocking the arrow, and the little brother who was hit by the arrow in his lower abdomen could only collapse to the ground in pain.

Seeing this, there was another middle-aged man behind the singer, who was about to rush forward without saying a word.

After the singer grabbed the other party, he yelled violently: "I have an iron armor on me, help me up, you hide behind me and push me over~"

The middle-aged man was obviously taken aback when he heard the words, but then he gritted his teeth and followed suit.

So, in this corner of the battlefield where not many people paid attention, the singer dragged one leg and was pushed forward with difficulty by people behind him.

Before he picked up the pot on the ground, he was hit by two arrows.

When he rushed to the front of the group of Tartars, only about ten steps away, four or five arrows were stuck in his body; thanks to the protection of the two armors on his body, he is still alive.

But the kind of wound that is involved every time he moves is really painful.

It was only after a while that the singer realized that the real big dish was yet to come.

Seeing that the heavy armor on the singer could not be completely pierced, a tartar changed his mind and hit the pot that the singer was holding in his arms with one arrow.

Under the impact of the sharp arrow, the clay pot made of clay was shot to pieces on the spot.

It was filled with a can of vegetable oil, which even wet the singer's chest and abdomen, as well as the two trouser legs; it was burnt to the point of cotton, and in a blink of an eye, this buddy became a burning man.

The sudden inhuman pain made the singer's soul tremble.

"Leave me alone, stay away~" he yelled, and then he yelled at the middle-aged man behind him who was trying to slap the flames on his body with his hands.

The singer who looked like a burning man continued to rush towards the cart of fodder.

In the end, facing two sharp arrows, a long spear approached successfully, holding a tartar that couldn't dodge, and threw himself on the side of the forage cart.

Soon after, this huge group of flames almost illuminated most of the battlefield...

It must be admitted that Ruoguang relied on his single-man combat power, among the group of people organized by Hu Biao and the others, none of them could be said to be an opponent of the Tartars in one-on-one.

Including the most elite servants, Yebushou, the vest and white armor who met the Tartars were the same.

In comparison, the average combat power between the two is even a little bit bigger than the huge gap between rabbits and wolves.

It's just that when the rabbit no longer feared death, the Tartar side immediately fell into a bitter fight; there was no possibility of supporting the Tartar on the left side of the camp.

It was just after a "swoosh~" a flying knife hit a tartar in the face.

Hu Biao glanced around quickly, hoping to find out what happened to the captured civilians.

It's a pity that the messy battlefield is full of people, and it's impossible to see the situation of those captives far away.

Immediately, Hu Biao cursed:
"What the hell! What are Fengrui and Lao Yang doing for food~"

The reason why they uttered such a sentence was mainly because five or six minutes had passed by now, and more than half of the personnel they used for sniping had already suffered casualties.

According to this casualty rate, at most two or three minutes, this place will be completely overwhelmed.

But there was still no sound of typing on the keyboard of an old-fashioned typewriter.

This shows that not a hundred people have successfully escaped, and the last link of the system, the minimum completion standard, has not been completed.

If they can't stand it anymore, wouldn't they be completely dead.

(End of this chapter)