Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 652 Advance ([-])

Time: One and a half minutes later.

Location: About 500 meters away from the high platform where Guo Xiang is currently trapped.

Hu Biao glanced at the Mo Dao players not far away in front of him. Now the movements of their hands and the steps of their feet are somewhat deformed.

Immediately, in my heart, it was; 'Kudden~' for a while.

Because Hu Biao understands that these Mo Dao are obviously not enough in key aspects such as physical strength and internal strength, and have reached their limit.

Facing the tens of thousands of Mongolian army that stood between the high platform and them.

Knowing that the following order he issued was just a way of drinking poison to quench thirst, Hu Biao had no choice but to make up his mind, and roared loudly in his mouth:
"Attention, after counting ten, the Modaoshou in the first row will step back, and the Modaoshou in the second row will go up again; before going up, take the 'Longhu Pill' immediately, and other personnel are not allowed to do so without my order." Feel free to take.

The countdown begins, ten, nine, eight..."

After hearing such an order from Hu Biao, all the surviving netizens in the battle immediately changed their colors.

Because under such an order, they also all realized one thing:
This time the battle has been fought until now, and there is still such a long distance from the high platform, the situation is already so bad that you need to take the 'Dragon Tiger Pill', is it in such an abnormally bad state?
well!The battle formation of the Xuan Ge Battalion has gone through many actual battles up to now.

Therefore, Hu Biao and others naturally know the key to some of them.

For example, in the three arms of Mo Dao Shou, Throwing Gunner, and Melee Personnel, although the three are complementary, they are in a state of being indispensable.

But if we have to say, among the above three arms, which one of them is the most important on the battlefield?
Undoubtedly, of course it is the sword and shield player on the most plane.

Their existence like a steel city wall is the most critical point to ensure the integrity of the battle formation.

For the Modao fighters, they are protected by strong armor; the most important thing for them is physical strength and internal strength.

So in the battle, Hu Biao has always paid great attention to maintaining the rhythm of the battle.

Specifically, it is to let the Modao fighters with a total of three rows stand in the front row, and often pay attention to a rotation after two or three minutes of fighting.

It can let the Mo Dao fighters who have just fought hard can breathe a sigh of relief.

Under normal circumstances, if they rely on such a rotation method, even if they don't take the "Dragon Tiger Pill", the physical and internal strength of the Mo Dao Shou is basically enough.

After all, if you want to exhaust the physical and internal strength of these Modao hands, it is impossible for the opponent to survive with 2 or [-] people.

In the battles of such a feudal dynasty in ancient times, most of the troops.

After 2 to [-] people died in battle, there would be no way to continue fighting because of the heavy casualties and low morale.

It's a pity that the situation on the battlefield today is obviously a bit unusual.

Ever since the Xuange Battalion received the signal that they could fight, the Xuange Battalion began to fight.

The Mongolian side suffered more than [-] casualties just before their big formation, but God knows why?The Mongolian army was still fighting desperately.

But now they are still one mile away from the high platform.

Compared with the original plan, the physical strength and internal strength of the Mo Dao fighters were almost exhausted seven or eight minutes earlier.

It seems that I don't take 'Dragon Tiger Pill', such a medicine that stimulates the potential of tigers and wolves.

There is no way to push through the last mile of the journey.

In desperation, Hu Biao could only adopt this method of taking drugs in turn, hoping to make the combat effectiveness of the battle formation last a little longer.

He persisted in the battle until he reached the high platform, and rescued Guo Xiang.

As for after saving people, they may also be unable to break through at that time, so what should they do?
Regarding this point, it can only be hoped that Yang Dongli's group can kill Meng Ge's enemy chieftain, which caused the defeat of the Meng army.

In short, after Hu Biao's order was issued.

The Mo Dao players in the second row, who had only rested for about 3 minutes, just took a breather, but their hands were still trembling.

With some bitter smiles, after lifting their visors one after another, they quickly stuffed a pill into their mouths.

When the countdown in Hu Biao's mouth reached 'three', the powerful medicinal power had already played a role in their bodies.

Under a feeling of being reborn in an instant, when Hu Biao counted 'one' in his mouth.

The Mo Dao fighters in the second row have already rushed up like leopards one by one.

Although there were some gaps in the blade in his hand, the Mo Dao, which was still sharp, slashed down on the opponent who was rushing up.

In an instant, six or seventy people were cut to pieces.

After taking two steps forward with the advancing rhythm of the battle formation, facing a new group of Mongolians who rushed up, the Mo Dao in their hands chopped down in unison, and dozens of people were brought down again.

That hands-on posture really felt like chopping people like chopping vegetables.

Compared with the previous battle scenes, it can be said that they are more fearless; because these Mo Dao fighters who have just come up after taking drugs know that this is also their last madness.

Once the effect of the medicine is exhausted and the sequelae arrive, it is the time for their death.

So before that moment comes, why don't you kill a few more Mongols, it's considered a profit...

******
With a shout of 'Kill~', the rookie watchdog stabbed out a long spear from the small gap between the two Mo Daomen in front of him like lightning.

Moments later, the tip of the spear with the armor-piercing cone easily pierced a leather shield.

After stabbing into the back of the shield, a man whose height may not even be enough for 1.6 meters, but whose body is quite thick, may weigh more than two hundred catties, is in the lower abdomen of a Mongolian elite.

Should I say it or not, the Mongolian elite is also fierce and tight.

After receiving such a serious injury, he still struggled and refused to fall down.

Instead, he let go of the shield on his left hand, and firmly grasped the gun shaft pierced into his lower abdomen; he raised his right arm, intending to throw a steel bone in his hand at the watchdog's head.

Seeing this, the watchdog, with a grin on his face, twisted the spear in his hand with all his wrists holding the barrel of the gun.

Don't look at such a simple action, but the wound on the lower abdomen of the Mongolian elite instantly produced an astonishing sharp pain.

Apart from falling down with howls, there was no other action to be taken.

At such a time, the watchdog pulled out the spear in his hand with a stream of blood from the man's lower abdomen, gritted his teeth and pulled it out forcefully.

Because the part he stabbed just now was the opponent's lower abdomen without any bone structure; so there is no such thing as the point of the spear piercing in, and now it is stuck on the bone, making it very difficult to draw the gun.

But just getting done, this one isn't such a tough draw.

Watchdog, the squadron leader of a border armed SIR in the modern world, and a provincial combat instructor, still felt a sharp tingling in his arms.

However, a long gun weighing only fifteen or six kilograms was now held by the watchdog.

But it feels like it weighs a thousand catties, indescribably heavy.

After feeling this, the watchdog immediately showed a bitter smile on his sweaty face under the visor.

no way!At the beginning of this battle, his condition was a little better, he only needed to hold a step bow and shoot arrows continuously.

Although his archery skills were not good enough, fortunately, there were too many people, and there were people everywhere.

Shooting an arrow at random, as long as it is not aimed directly at the sky, can always hit a target; achieve a result of shooting to death, shooting to death.

However, as the battle formation advanced step by step, the Mo Dao fighters on the outermost side continued to die in battle.

The Mo Dao Shou team, which originally had three rows, gradually changed to two rows due to battle damage, and finally it has only become one row now.

Even the last row of Mo Dao Shou, after forming a circle on the outermost side.

Because of the lack of quantity, it is far from being as rigorous as it was originally.

In such a situation, the watchdogs who belonged to the melee personnel either picked up a Mo Dao and went up to maintain the integrity of the battle formation.

Or just stabbing out from time to time with a long spear, which can be regarded as assisting the Mo Dao fighters in fighting.

In order to prevent Mo Daoshou, who was in a hurry, from being taken advantage of by the opponents who rushed up densely.

Anyway, now, he didn't know how many Mongolian men who were about to take the opportunity to rush in had already been stabbed to death by the long spear that was stabbed obliquely behind his back at first.

Five, or six?
Forget about him, anyway, if you count the bows and arrows, the number of Mongolian people who died in his hands has exceeded [-]; a pair of arms doesn't look like his own, it's sore and numb... …

After drawing back the spear, the watchdog had no time to catch his breath.

A Mo Daoist on the left in front of him collapsed to the ground as soon as his legs softened.

Instinctively, the watchdog stepped forward quickly, grabbed the opponent's arm, and quickly glanced at the armor in front of him.

It was found that the opponent's chest and abdomen were covered with arrows like a porcupine; but none of the arrows were really shot deep, and there was no obvious wound.

The watchdog just knows that this person has not suffered any serious injuries at all, but is just out of strength.

As long as he rests for a while and eats and drinks well, he will be a lively hero again.

But now on this battlefield, in such a constantly advancing battle formation, who has the time and energy to lead him forward?
However, such a comrade-in-arms who is not even counted as a wounded, but just out of strength, is just abandoned?
Watchdog is based on PLA's philosophy of never abandoning and never giving up, so it can't let go of its hand at all for a while, and it can't do such a thing.

Instinctively, he supported this hero and continued to advance with the battle formation.

After walking a step or two, a blind man rushed towards such a gap with a face full of ecstasy.

Even when he was halfway through the charge, he was swung obliquely by a Mo Daoist on the edge of the gap, taking half of his shoulder off.

It can be regarded as resolving once, the crisis of the battle formation being broken and disrupted.

However, the watchdog also knew that going on like this was not an option; if this gap was not blocked, more Mongolians would charge from here.

At some point, someone will make it through successfully.

Just when the watchdog was in a dilemma, he was a little hesitant.

Even when he collapsed to the ground, the man holding the knife with his right hand tightly, the handle of the knife was covered with blood, and delivered the weapon.

With a severe gasp in his mouth, he roared out:
"Look, look at the hero, don't worry about me, there are no less than 80 or [-] Mongolian people who died in my hands today, which is already enough; if you continue to move forward, you must rush to the high platform and rescue the second girl Guo .

Forward, forward, our Xuan Ge Battalion is advancing but not retreating~"

At the end, the man yelled frantically.

After hearing such a sentence, the watchdog instinctively let go of his hands; not only let go of the spear in his hand, but also caught the heavy knife.

He even let go of the man's body, allowing him to sit slumped on the ground like mud.

Then, while taking a big step forward, he held the handle of the Mo Dao with both hands, and after he slashed down with the knife, he chopped a Mongolian man who had just rushed up in half.

In an instant, a splash of blood poured all over him.

After a large amount of it poured onto the helmet, it passed through the gaps in the visor and flew onto his face and eye sockets, making everything in front of the watchdog's eyes turn blood red immediately.

Taking advantage of the gap between the next Mongolian rushing up, the gatekeeper quickly turned his head and glanced back.

Because at this time, he just remembered that now, he still doesn't know what the guy's name is, what is the nickname given by the people in the rivers and lakes?

At the same time, the watchdog will also represent the last carnival-like 'Dragon Tiger Pill', and after quickly pulling it out from his waist, he puts it into his mouth.

The result was a mouth, and the blood all over his face flowed into his mouth.

That huge, fishy and sweet taste can be said to hit the head hard.

Even so, without the slightest hesitation, the watchdog chewed the pill mixed with half of the blood from his mouth, and swallowed it together.

The whole process was so determined.

The reason for this was that during the quick glance just now, he could clearly see that the collapsed man had already drawn out a dagger with his trembling right hand.

Obviously, he did not intend to fall into the hands of the Mongols alive.

Before the opponent used that dagger to cut off his own neck, the watchdog turned his head back impatiently.

What surged up in the body in an instant was the physical strength and internal strength squeezed out after taking the 'Dragon Tiger Pill'.

more, still a huge flame of rage

"Brother, don't worry, I will help you rush to that damned high platform and rescue the second girl of the Guo family." Gritting his back molars, the watchdog swore in his heart.

At such a time, they should still be 350 meters away from that high platform...

Unfortunately, the watchdog has reneged.

When he was still nearly 200 meters away from that high platform, the effect of taking the 'Dragon Tiger Pill' on his physical strength was not completely exhausted.

But after only advancing 150 meters, he was on his deathbed.

It's not that this rookie is too good. Although this guy is participating in the mission for the first time, he is based on the good physical fitness and combat skills of the modern plane.

After going through the mission world, after about half a year of training, the combat effectiveness can be considered acceptable.

However, the closer to the high platform, the more fierce the resistance of the Mongolian army, and the number of hidden masters among them also increased.

Just a few seconds ago, he was facing an ordinary-looking Mongolian soldier.

After the watchdog yelled violently, the Mo Dao in his hand swung out fiercely again.

However, he never thought that the seemingly ordinary Mongolian soldier suddenly increased his speed and approached like an arrow from the string.

It turned out that this guy was another Mongol master pretending to be a soldier.

He is still extremely powerful, far surpassing the kind of master of the watchdog.

Relying on the astonishing speed of the explosion, this person just grabbed the Mo Dao in the watchdog's hand before it fell, and directly grabbed the next-to-body position.

The palm in his hand swung out and hit the watchdog's chest.

Then, when this savage master wanted to continue to charge forward, a throwing knife passed through a distance of more than ten meters, precisely avoiding more than a dozen people, and nailed it to his temple.

It turned out that Hu Biao threw a throwing knife in an emergency, which solved a crisis of disrupting the battle formation.

But even so, it's time for the watchdog to get a lunch box; in an instant after being hit by a palm, the watchdog's feet were off the ground, and it flew backwards...

(End of this chapter)