Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 74 Night Attack ([-])

Where did Hu Biao go?Of course it was impossible to run away.

In fact, the moment Hu Biao rushed into the Tartar camp, he rushed towards the white armored soldier, the strongest Tartar.

He knew that if he didn't say anything about capturing the thief, he would capture the king first, and he had to entangle this guy so that he couldn't gather his men together.

Otherwise, with the rookies on their side, they have only hurriedly practiced their martial arts and battle formation in the past few days, and it would be strange to be able to beat the professional bandits on the other side.

Perhaps in the battle a few days ago, the White Armored Tartars had long remembered Hu Biao, the Ming army who had killed their own personnel.

Also holding the intention of killing the opponent's leader first, after grabbing a thick-backed broadsword and slapping away an arrow that was heading towards him, he howled and greeted Hu Biao.

Suddenly, a king vs. king situation appeared on the battlefield.

At that time, the distance between the two was about twelve or thirteen meters. Hu Biao didn't even think about it, and quickly drew another throwing knife from his waist with his right hand.

Facing the face of the white armor soldier, he greeted him with all his strength.

The main reason is that the other party did not take off the white armor while resting, it was nothing more than not wearing a helmet.

God knows!Why is this guy so cautious, but Hu Biao knows that in this way, if his throwing knife doesn't hit the opponent's front door, there is no way to kill him with one blow.

Afterwards, Hu Biao cursed: "Fuck~"

In the tone, it was called a very depressed.

Because within 15 meters, Hu Biao has already practiced fast and urgent in throwing the flying knife. It can be said that if you want to throw the puppet's left eye, it is absolutely wrong to deviate to the right eye.

It can be said that such an unavoidable throwing knife.

In the crisis, the white-armored soldier took a step to the left, and hastily made a dodging movement, so that the throwing knife could only hit his right shoulder.

Fortunately, this throwing knife was inserted into the left shoulder of the white-armored man along the gap between the armor plates.

Unfortunately, it is estimated that the flying knife did not penetrate very deep, after the tartar let out a cry of pain, he actually kept walking, and came up again with the flying knife on his shoulder.

It's just the left arm, which is a little inconvenient to move.

In a blink of an eye, the white armored soldiers, who were as fierce as wild boars, had already rushed within three or four meters of Hu Biao.

Fortunately, after Hu Biao threw out a bunch of throwing knives, he immediately grasped the barrel of the gun with his right hand, and resumed the assassination posture of holding the gun with both hands.

Facing the white-armored Tartar soldiers rushing up, he yelled out the word 'kill', and exerted all his strength at the same time with his waist, abdomen, arms and back.

The long spear that had been practiced countless times was already like a bolt of lightning, stabbing towards the opponent's lower abdomen with all its strength.

So what if the other party is wearing an iron armor?Hu Biao's sweat was not in vain in the training ground.

With a full shot, except for the plate armor, it can't be pierced; other types of iron armor, such as Mingguang, Shanwen, and fine scale, can still be pierced with a single shot.

The only worry is that this tartar is not a deadly target, his thick body is unscientific, and he is extremely flexible; he is afraid that if he shoots in the past, he may miss it.

Therefore, the target Hu Biao chose was the opponent's larger abdomen.

Facing Hu Biao's fierce shot, the tartar did not dodge or evade; as he continued to move forward, the thick-backed sword in his hand was already slashing.

In less than a second, the spear in Hu Biao's hand successfully stabbed the target.

But at this moment, Hu Biao felt something was wrong, specifically, the feeling was wrong.

In the systematic training ground, he probably pierced through hundreds of pieces of armor in a row; when the spear head pierced into various armors, it definitely didn't feel like this.

Therefore, the white-armored Tartar soldiers were under the iron armor, maybe they were wearing other armor, and they were actually wearing double armor.

What the hell!This big dog, they don't even have a piece of armor per capita.

In this way, the shot, which was originally full of lethality, seemed a bit insufficient. It was impossible to kill the opponent at all, and instead, he was in great danger.

In the blink of an eye, Hu Biao, who had the above thoughts flashed through his mind, could not care that the spear in his hand was already his only serious weapon.

He let go of the spear in his hand, and quickly retreated behind him.

It was also such an action that saved Hu Biao's life; the knife that let the white-armored soldiers slash at his neck narrowly missed and failed to break his neck.

But the sharp tip of the knife still passed in front of Hu Biao.

In an instant, he tore through some of his jackets, and on the surface of the Mingguang armor inside, a shining spark came out.

In addition, Hu Biao actually felt a sharp pain between his chest and abdomen.

However, Commander Deathstroke Street, some of his bigger crises are yet to come.

After cutting off the barrel of the spear stuck in the lower abdomen with a single knife, the white-armored soldier with a fierce expression on his face actually carried a section of the spear head on his body, and continued to chase and kill Hu Biao.

In a blink of an eye, he caught up with Hu Biao who had just drawn a short horse machete in his hand because his speed was not fast because of his backward movement.

What the hell!How do you fight with such a gadget as long as a kitchen knife?
Fortunately, at this moment, two netizens named 'Twenty Thousand' and 'Nine Barrels' finally rushed over, and a spear in their hands aimed at the tartar's neck and waist respectively.

It's just that the rookie and the elite Tartar soldiers, the huge difference in combat effectiveness between the two was revealed at the beginning.

The white-armored soldier grabbed the long spear stabbed by Jiutong with his left hand, pulled back, kicked Jiutong with his left leg, the beer belly of this old man.

Immediately, Jiutong, who was about 1.7 meters tall and weighed no less than two hundred catties, flew backwards.

After flying out at least seven or eight meters to the ground, the nine tubes had already vomited frantically while holding their stomachs, and spit out a lot of mutton for dinner, which was mixed with a lot of blood.

Presumably, the power of this kick was quite astonishing, which made this netizen lose his fighting power immediately.

The thick-backed broadsword in the right hand of the White Armored Tartar cut off the [-] long spears that had been stabbed at his neck, making the spear completely miss.

Then, while the big knife was flipping, it stabbed in the air with a spear, and slashed at Erwan who lost his balance under his feet again.

Thanks to Hu Biao's eagerness, he threw the Malay machete in his hand at the white armored soldier's face, deforming the movements of the white armored soldier's hand when he dodged.

But even so, one knife still cut off one of Erwan's left arms, leaving only a short section of about ten centimeters.

It is said that twenty thousand, who is a lecturer in a training institution, has never suffered such inhuman pain.

With his right hand covering his blood-spitting arm, he rolled violently on the ground like a snake whose head had been severed.

It's like the white armor soldier seriously injured two people in the blink of an eye.

And in a blink of an eye, after killing the two rookies, the white-armored Tartar soldiers continued to attack Hu Biao, looking like they would never die.

The three rookies who ran to the end, although they finally arrived at this time.

But after seeing the scene where the two companions were being knocked down by the opponent, they were frightened for a moment, and they dared not go forward with their long guns.

Fortunately, this scene was seen by Xu Feng, who was fifteen or sixteen meters away.

Although he didn't arrive in time, he yelled out: "Throw the kitchen knife~"

Instinctively, the three rookies let go of their right hands holding the guns, pulled out the kitchen knife from the holster on their belt, and threw it at the white-armored Tartar soldier.

It's a pity that the chopper tactics this time didn't have the effect of Yu Hanfeng.

With a slap of the big knife in his hand, the white armored soldier sent a kitchen knife flying towards the front door.

As for the two kitchen knives that struck his chest and abdomen, he didn't care at all; he didn't need to care, because the kitchen knife hit the back of his armor, and after a little spark, he was bounced away.

Seeing such a scene in his eyes, Hu Biao, who knew that he couldn't go on like this, bent down with his hands empty, and with his right shoulder forward, he ran into the white armored soldier.

With his own body, he bumped into the spear head hanging from the white armored soldier's lower abdomen.

Finally, in this impact, the tip of the gun pierced deeply, and the left wrist of the white armored soldier wearing an iron armguard hit Hu Biao's ear.

Let him fall to the ground amidst a violent roar in his ears.

Afterwards, both of them fell to the ground and fought together.

The casserole-sized fist of the white-armored Tartar soldier greeted Hu Biao's head one by one; after the first punch, Hu Biao's head was dizzy severely.

Hu Biao, on the other hand, picked up a certain spring kitchen knife, and slashed at the white armored soldiers indiscriminately...

(End of this chapter)