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Chapter 72 Night Attack ([-])

Huang Yizhi, a fat man weighing more than 200 kilograms, couldn't control the screams that kept coming from his ears, and the shrill "kill" that could only be shouted out of his throat.

Now in his eyes, there is only a Tartar infantry with a bow and arrow in his hand and no armor on his body.

It was this grandson who greeted him with an arrow just now.

One second before the opponent shot an arrow, he hastily tilted his head, which was a little precaution in advance; this made the arrow almost fly past his temple.

He was lucky to dodge, but shot over a hapless guy behind him.

He was not injured, but the movement and scene were really frightening.

The Tartar infantry soldiers were also decisive, after hastily shooting an arrow.

Facing the crowd rushing madly, knowing that it was too late to draw his bow, he already let go of the bow in his hand and let the bow fall at the same time.

While backing away, intending to get closer to the two companions who were five or six steps behind, he drew out the melee weapon, the waist knife hanging from his waist.

But should I say it or not, Hu Biao and others rushed over frantically, and Lang Qing and others kept firing their bows.

Even though he messed up his formation, it still played a considerable role. The step armor tartars failed to get close to their companions in the first time.

Taking advantage of such a kung fu, Huang Yizhi had already rushed within three meters of the lone infantry Tartar soldier.

After roaring out the word 'Kill~', the rattan shield in his left hand stood in front of him, and the long knife in his right hand was already stabbing at the target.

Unexpectedly, the tartar would not hide from the knife.

Instead, before Huang Yizhi's knife stabbed out, he predicted that he would take a step ahead of time, and the waist knife pointed at Huang Yizhi's head, and he slashed right at the head.

During the rest period of the previous month, Huang Yizhi naturally practiced sword shield and physical fitness every morning and evening whenever he was free.

But he is still there, and he is not a one-in-a-million martial arts genius. Of course, the effect of this kind of training is there, but it is impossible to have any reborn performance.

Under normal circumstances, it would not be an opponent like Tartar who has practiced martial arts since childhood and is a professional robber.

In the blink of an eye, he didn't even have time to lift the shield in his left hand; he gritted his teeth and didn't dodge or dodge, and the sharp tip of the long knife in his hand continued to stab.

What he relies on is his hand, the rattan card in his hand, and the armor and helmet that Lang Qing temporarily borrowed from him are enough.

A moment later, Huang Yizhi's long knife pierced the opponent's neck directly, and the blood splashed on the face of the fat man who was close by.

Almost at the same time, Tartar's waist knife also slashed heavily on his head, the helmet that was said to be bought by Lang Qing with a lot of money.

Fortunately, it seems that Lang Qing was not fooled by others when he bought the helmet.

In short, after the knife hit the helmet, in the loud 'DUANG~', although the waist knife in the tartar's hand broke into two pieces due to excessive force, he still failed to split the helmet successfully.

Unfortunately, Huang Yizhi's scalp was in severe pain at that time.

Let him sit down on the ground, and after a while, he felt a warm blood flow down from the middle of his forehead.

The blood mixed with the Tartars flowed into his mouth that was opened wide because of his heavy breath.

"Bah! This smell really stinks~" After spitting out a mouthful of blood-red saliva, Huang Yizhi cursed, not knowing if he was scolding himself.

Anyway, in the current situation, he just wanted to scold something, so as to vent out the surging emotions in his heart...

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When Huang Yizhi was fighting that Tartar infantry, it was naturally impossible for the others to stop and let the two of them have a one-on-one duel.

In fact, a little later.

Another Tartar Vest and Yu Ding, after the two Tartars shouted violently; one was holding a big knife in his hand, and the other was wielding a pick knife in his hand.

The two came forward, one behind the other, with a distance of one or two steps, and went forward without retreating.

It can be said that as long as it is convenient, Huang Yizhi, who is now slumped on the ground, will have to account for the more than 200 catties here.

The reason why this guy didn't die was because he brought a mandarin shield in one hand and a Qi family's sharp knife in the other, and he brought several netizens to kill him, making the two tartars ignore them.

During the charge, Feng Ruiming's figure was obviously a bit deep and shallow.

That is, the height of 1.8 meters for a while, and 1.7 meters for a while is constantly changing.

no way!Charging in such a dark environment, he accidentally sprained his ankle after stepping on a lump of horse manure, and now every step he takes is painful.

This is also the reason why Huang Yizhi, who originally charged alongside him, rushed into the camp a second or two earlier.

Fortunately, Fengrui rushed forward at the critical moment.

When Yu Ding, a tartar wielding a big knife, slashed at him, Feng Rui instinctively raised his left hand holding the shield to block the fierce knife.

Originally in Fengrui's plan, after blocking the knife with his left hand, he would stretch out the shield with his right hand, and chop the Qi family knife in his hand from top to bottom, knocking the opponent to the ground directly.

Instead of hitting a little shield, the wrong operation method of directly chopping it out like this.

As a result, the striker Rui thought logically. In fact, with a loud metal impact, his twisted left ankle couldn't bear it anymore.

When his left leg softened, his whole body was cut into a buttocks and sat on the ground. He happened to sit with Huang Yizhi, whose head was still dizzy, and there was a scene of sitting in a row.

Another Tartar vest with a pick knife came up, and the sharp blade only needed a sweep.

I'm afraid that with one blow, two heads can be cut off miraculously; such a situation happened, and Feng Rui at that time almost didn't die of depression...

Facing the two victories in front of him, the Tartar vest soldier with a pick knife naturally had no intention of letting go.

Fortunately, at this critical moment, a long spear had passed over Huang Yizhi's head, and pierced into the ribs of another Yu Ding tartar, whose arms were thrown high after the knife was chopped on the kite shield.

This tartar, Yu Ding, originally had a cotton armor with iron on it, but because things went too smoothly recently, he was careless and didn't wear it at all tonight.

Immediately, he was stabbed to death by this gun.

It was Yang Dongli, an old bird, who made this beautiful shot.

But before he could draw out the long spear that pierced into the opponent's body, the Tartar vest soldier with the knife had already given up his plan to kill Feng Ruilai and the two of them.

In the flash of the knife, Lao Yang bought a 978 yuan heavy money in his hand, which was guaranteed to be [-]% authentic, and the barrel of the gun was cut in two.

What used to be a spear that was over three meters long turned into a wooden stick that was only over one meter long.

There was such a result. On the one hand, the vest soldier's knife was sharp enough and strong enough. On the other hand, this guy's knife technique was fast and urgent, and he was really powerful.

When the light of the knife flashed again, after Yang Dongli instinctively blocked it with a wooden stick, he turned into a short stick with a length of [-] to [-] centimeters in each hand.

It's amazing. Because of the knife, the end of the short stick is a bit sharp, which can be used to stab people; but such a short section seems to be useless.

"Damn it~" Lao Yang cursed when he was extremely depressed.

You know, after the horizontal knife and birdcrack he brought were all taken away by the unscrupulous system, this long gun was his only weapon.

Now it has become two short sticks, how about a wool?
But under the current situation, Lao Yang also exploded with vigor.

Before the opponent's pick knife could be swung, he directly bumped into it, and at the same time, the sharp end of the short stick in his hand pierced the bearded face.

Seeing this, the tartar threw down the too long pick knife in his hand and stepped back, at the same time he reached for a dagger at his waist.

When he just touched the handle of the dagger, Yang Dongli knocked it to the ground.

The moment they fell to the ground, the daggers and short sticks in their hands fell to the ground, and they wrestled together on the ground, like two beasts biting each other...

(End of this chapter)