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Chapter 654 Why hasn't Yang Guo come yet?
(This chapter should be chapter 654. I made a mistake, but I don’t have permission to change it. Please note it, it will not affect viewing)
The distance is only a hundred and ten meters. For Shi Polu, if it is normal, even if he does not need to do light work, he has been exercising since he retired, and he is confident that he can finish the run in ten seconds.

But now, for him, such a small distance is like a natural moat that cannot be crossed.

I thought of the almost begging look in the watchdog's eyes before he died; and the huge surprise of the other party after he agreed.

For a moment, Shi Polu was filled with great unwillingness.

With this unwillingness in his heart, Shi Polu used his last bit of strength to yell out the phrase "Old Hu".

He also threw the Mo knife in his hand at Hu Biao at the thrower.

Because the trachea was almost completely severed, Shi Polu called "Old Hu" just like the "quack" sound of a hoarse duck before it died.

Even if a language expert is here, there is no way to understand what this guy is saying.

Naturally, Hu Biao also didn't know that Shi Polu was calling him.

Fortunately, Hu Biao instinctively turned his head to take a look when he heard such a strange movement from about ten steps behind him.

Immediately, he saw that the blade was full of dog-gnawed gaps, but the tip of the knife was still extremely sharp, stabbing towards his face.

With his scalp numb, he quickly lowered his head and dodged around.

After passing the sharp knife point in an extremely dangerous way, he reached out and grabbed the blood-stained, slippery knife handle that was about to fall out of his hand.

At least half a second slower, the Mo Dao that flew over might have stabbed him in the back of the head.

After escaping this unexpected crisis, Hu Biao opened his mouth just to swear.

What the hell!Is it easy for him to fight all the way to get here?

He did not die under the spears and scimitars of the Mongolians, nor did he die under the sharp arrows of the eagle archers, nor did he die under the hands of those masters who were mixed among the soldiers.

Results?But he almost died from the knife from behind.

If this is the case, where should he go to reason?

It's just that Hu Biao's scolding came to his lips, and he saw that the whole body was covered with blood, like a rookie Shi Polu who had just been fished out of the bloody water.

Covering his neck with one hand, blood-red blood froth kept coming out of his fingertips.

The arm of the other hand pointed to the high platform where Guo Xiang was; because the visor was raised, the exposed mouth was constantly opening and closing, but it seemed that no sound could come out.

Therefore, he could only look at himself with his eyes, and his eyes were full of prayers.

The problem is that although Hu Biao didn't see the Mo Dao in his hand, the process of changing hands to several people in succession.

But I can't stand Hu Biao, I have participated in too many missions before and after, have I encountered similar scenes and situations more than once?
Just holding the Mo knife in his hand and looking at Shi Polu with pleading eyes, he understood what this rookie was asking for.

After a little hesitation, Hu Biao nodded his head, expressing his promise to help him fulfill such a wish.

Looking at Hu Biao's nodding action, Shi Polu could clearly feel how the other party felt after he agreed to the watchdog just now.

In short, when the force that was pressing on my heart was only slightly relaxed.

Immediately, he felt a huge sense of fatigue appear out of nowhere, and then flooded in like a tide.

His eyelids were as heavy as a mountain, and his whole body was as soft as cotton; he could not help but close his eyes, and the whole person fell forward.

When a face touched the ground covered with mottled blood, there was no breath between his nasal cavity...

"What the hell! What kind of shit is this?"

After seeing Shi Polu's dead face, he still had a serene expression, and immediately cursed like this in Hu Biao's mouth.

There are many reasons for his emotional, very restless.

Not only because this guy is very clear, but after taking over this Mo Dao, it is equivalent to taking over all the responsibilities and commitments on Shi Polu's shoulders.

The bigger reason, or what should these living people do in the next time?

In fact, when his trachea was cut off, and he fell to his knees and knelt on the ground, there was only one last obsession left in his heart, and he didn't notice some problems on the battlefield:
First, on today's battlefield, these Mongolian armies are very abnormal.

Such an abnormality refers to their astonishingly high morale, which is unbelievably high.

Even because of the recent ten or twenty years.

The Mongolian army has been fighting from the east to the west, and it is the result of being invincible vertically and horizontally. It has long allowed the Mongolian army to develop a terrifying high morale in the glorious victories time after time.

But until now, let's not mention the Song army led by Guo Jing and others.

After the division of the Xuange Battalion alone, Hu Biao led a battle formation composed of more than 200 people, at least killing a terrifying number of [-] to [-] Mongolian troops.

Putting it all together, it is equivalent to the Mongolian people around the high platform, and at least [-]% of the troops invested have suffered casualties.

With such a terrible casualty, the remaining army, including a considerable part of the Han army in the north, still fought towards them regardless of life and death, and still maintained a strong morale.

Regarding such a scene, Hu Biao and the others felt a little nonsense and couldn't understand it.

In Hu Biao's observation, he still faintly found something wrong.

That is, in the eyes of every soldier on the blind side, there is some not-so-obvious red light; it's as if they have been injected with chicken blood, and they are completely over the top.

It is naturally impossible for so many people to fight chicken blood.

But what if Mengren changed to a different method, getting something similar to a 'stimulant' effect, and let the army take it in advance?
Considering that this is the world of martial arts, and the system's grandson's secret poking tricks, there are some possibilities.

Otherwise, there is really no way to explain why the morale of these fools is so terrifying.

Second, at the current position where Shi Polu fell, if the position continues to be about [-] to [-] meters ahead, it is actually a trench and earth wall dug out by the Mongols along the periphery of the high platform.

At the position behind the trench, the number of defenders on the Mongolian side is already small.

That is to say, on the high platform, Jinlun Fawang himself stood on it with six esoteric monks; in addition, on the edge of the high platform base, there were three to four hundred elite Mongolians.

The earth wall is only 1.2 meters high, and the depth and width of the trench cannot be clearly seen for a while because of the cover of the earth wall.

However, based on the amount of earthwork that was used to build the excavated wall, the width and depth of this trench should be quite limited, only two meters at the top.

All in all, all of the above seem to be some good news at first glance.

But the current situation of Hu Biao and the others is also quite pessimistic.

If it was changed to normal times, such a small obstacle would not be a problem at all to the heroes of Xuan Ge Camp.

It's just that at this moment, when the war started, there were more than 1200 people in the battle formation.

The number of surviving personnel is only 20 people, and one-third of the personnel have already died in battle.

Even among the surviving personnel, almost half of them have more or less injuries, and their physical and internal strength will be exhausted.

And among the survivors, almost half of them have already taken the 'Dragon Tiger Pill'.

Even counting from the time of taking the medicine, there are quite a few heroes among them, and that damned sequelae is about to come.

At that time, let alone fighting, these heroes will not even have the strength to move.

Therefore, if Hu Biao didn't want such a team of heroes under his command to be wiped out today.

Then it is the best choice to rely on the remaining personnel who have not taken the 'Dragon Tiger Pill'; defend with their backs against the earth walls and trenches, and persist until the Mongolian side retreats.

The question is, if this happens, what will Guo Xiang do?
After they ensured that the battle formation relied on the earth wall for defense and the necessary number of personnel, the number of personnel that could be dispatched was probably only 30 to [-] people.

With such a small amount of manpower, Jinlun Fawang alone is almost an insoluble problem.

Not to mention that beside him, there are some masters and more than 300 elite soldiers.

As for Huang Yaoshi, Guo Jing, Zhou Botong and other masters, they are still farther away.

Leading an army that is now less than [-] in number, they are fighting desperately with the Mongols; after a long period of fighting, all the soldiers are somewhat exhausted, and there is no way to come to support them.

As for the phalanx led by Lao Yang, Lao Hei, Zhan Xiang, Xu Feng and others, how is the situation now?
Because the distance was too far, and there were dense figures around, Hu Biao didn't know very well.

Anyway, under the development of the current war, which is quite a bit erratic, an extremely realistic problem is placed in front of Hu Biao and others.

With the few veterans left, plus twenty or so experts, can they save Guo Xiang from Jinlun Fawang and three hundred Mongol elites?

Frankly speaking, Hu Biao has no confidence at all.

Because in their original plan, Jinlun Fawang, a powerful opponent, had a specific way to deal with it.

Either by relying on the battle formation of the Xuan Ge Battalion, after advancing as a whole, relying on the power of the battle formation to eliminate; after all, hundreds of spears poured with internal strength greeted the past, or a row of mo knives surrounded Qiqi Slash down.

Not to mention the Golden Wheel Dharma King, even the Diamond Wheel Dharma King would have to kneel on the spot.

Or wait until Yang Guo, the little dragon girl, and that ugly big eagle appear, and let these masters of the same level fight and smash their heads, they just need to assist.

However, not sure what went wrong?

The battle formation has advanced to the current position, but because of the huge casualties and attrition, it can't continue to move forward, that's all.

But why now, Yang Guo, Xiaolongnv, and his bird are wrong!It should be his sculpture, but there is no movement yet?
Isn't this forcing a group of eggs to collide with a rock called Jinlun Fawang?

Thinking of the fact that the two sides were not at the same level of combat power, Hu Biao really couldn't make up his mind to lead twenty people across the earth wall and trench, and kill them to save people.

But what he never expected was that Jinlun Fawang helped him make up his mind...

******
Just when Hu Biao was very hesitant and didn't know how to choose.

Suddenly, Jinlun Fawang, who was standing on the high platform, picked up a burning torch from the side in his hand; he dodged and hid behind Guo Xiang.

Just poked out a head and yelled at this side:

"Listen, Hu Biao, Hu Daxia, and other heroes of the Xuan Ge camp, if you don't want Guo Xiang, a doll, to be burned to charcoal by the fire, then immediately retreat one mile away.

The old monk starts counting dozens now, and if you don’t retreat by then, you will set fire immediately.

Ten, nine, eight~"

If you look carefully, you can clearly hear that the tone of Jinlun Fawang, a Mongolian national teacher, is full of nervousness and harshness.

That's right!Jinlun Fawang is in such a flustered mood at the moment.

Unlike Hu Biao who was in the battle formation, he could clearly feel that his team had reached the end of its battle.

But from the perspective of Jinlun Fawang, it is completely different.

No matter how amazing and talented this person is in martial arts, his understanding of various battle formations is quite limited.

In any case, in his eyes, these people in the Xuange Battalion were really too strong; especially after forming a battle formation, they were simply too strong to an outrageous level.

Under the siege of an army of [-], there were even many eagle archers and martial arts masters hidden in the army.

However, with the combination of various weapons such as Mo Dao, Throwing Spear, and Throwing Ax in these people's hands, all our efforts seemed to be rushing towards the current of the boulder in the river.

It seemed that the momentum was huge, but it was smashed into a splash of water in a blink of an eye.

In short, I saw with my own eyes that such a small phalanx of the Xuange Battalion, surrounded by dozens or hundreds of times the troops, came in an irresistible situation.

Frankly speaking, Jinlun Fawang, who has been infatuated for more than [-] years, is really terrified.

For the first time, he felt that on the battlefield, even with his unrivaled martial arts, he was still so insignificant.

The main reason is that he put himself in the position and thought about it, if he faced the battle formation of Xuan Ge Battalion head-on, what would be the result?

What else could it be?will die, die badly

With so many guns and mo knives slashing, Dingtian would end up dead after killing 20 people.

Therefore, after seeing the battle formation of the Xuange Battalion advancing all the way, it is only a hundred meters away from this high platform.

Under an unprecedented strong fear of death, Jinlun Fawang panicked a lot.

He has such a tall and thin figure now, but he shrank behind the smaller Guo Xiang, and his appearance looked a little weird; he was not worried about the Xuan Ge battalion, so he suddenly called a hundred spears over.

Jinlun Fawang thought to himself that he might be able to block one wave, but after two or three waves, there is absolutely no reason.

Based on the above reasons, the monks were nervous and made such a threat that if Hu Biao didn't lead people back, he would directly light the fire.

Compared with his little life, the matter of accepting Guo Xiang as his apprentice to pass on the mantle seems to be no longer important.

In short, this is a situation where, by chance and coincidence, the two sides on and off the high platform unexpectedly had a situation where hemp stalks beat wolves, and both ends were afraid...

"What the hell! Isn't Yang Guo the main character? What's the matter with asking us to go up now? Could it be that he waited for 16 years to find Xiaolongnv, and finally he was so busy that his legs were weak and he was late?
Brother Yang, you understand this stuff, but it’s not how things are done? "

When Jinlun Fawang's continuous countdown sound reached his ears one by one, Hu Biao uttered such a sentence in his mouth with great depression.

What he didn't expect was that the monk Jinlun Fawang was so decisive.

After the mere ten numbers were counted in a very short period of time, they didn't talk about any nonsense and conditions.

With an indescribable sense of madness in his eyes, he let go of the torch in his hand, letting it fall on the pile of firewood piled up under the high platform.

Although the firewood hadn't been sprayed with vegetable oil and other things, it had already become extremely dry after being exposed to the sun for several consecutive days.

The torch just fell on it, and in a blink of an eye a fire was ignited.

After a short while, the scale of the fire spread, and the roiling heat wave even made the three hundred Mongolian elite soldiers around them have to get out of the way.

If it goes on like this, I'm afraid that in three to five minutes at most, the entire high platform will be turned into a sea of ​​flames, and this girl Guo Xiang will also receive the boxed lunch.

The task of saving lives related to the second link is also completely completed.

It was exactly like this that Hu Biao had no choice but to finally make up his mind:
Since Yang Guo didn't come, everything was up to him; not to mention that the girl Guo Xiang could be rescued from the hands of Jinlun Fawang, it was more or less a matter of lowering the flames, delaying the time and waiting for a miracle to appear.

At this time, Hu Biao, who stood outside the battle formation and acted as a swordsman, just led the team to the edge of the earth wall.

In a hurry, he yelled out a series of orders: "Zhang Yimin, lead the brothers to fight here, and try to survive as many people as possible.

Keeping the front line is the top priority. If you can draw a shot, support us with throwing guns.

If you can't...fuck, you can't. "

After yelling such a sentence, without waiting for Zhang Yimin to agree, Hu Biao began to yell again, calling out a series of names like a machine gun:

"AT, Fengrui, Wild Ghost, Big Fish, Li San, Chen Tang, Fenghuahui, Mrs. Shengying, Dog Meat Tutuo, Han Wugou..."

After calling out the names of 27 veterans and masters in such a breath, he paused for a moment and added another sentence:
"Wait, come with me, go and rescue Miss Guo Er."

After finishing speaking, after jumping high, he tapped his toes on the earth wall and jumped over the two-meter-wide trench and rushed towards the high platform.

When the person was still in the air, he took out a 'Dragon Tiger Pill' and stuffed it into his mouth.

really!He used to swear that he would never eat this stuff even if he was killed.

It's just that other people are not made of iron, and now there is not much physical and internal strength left in their bodies; if they go to fight Jinlun Fawang in this state, wouldn't it be bullshit.

And among the 27 people jumping up one by one behind him, one counted as one, almost all of them made the same movement...

　speed up later
　　
　
(End of this chapter)