Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 856 Countdown to destruction

Hu Biao knew nothing about the fact that Lang Qing had died in the battle and a few rookies began to operate the cannon and continued to fire.

But after hearing another faint sound of cannon fire from the hill behind me, the last worry in my heart was completely let go.

Because as long as there is still movement on the hills, it means that not all people are dead yet.

This means that in the first phase of their mission, the task of holding on to the four-sided fort has not yet failed.

So the next thing that remains is how to use the fastest time to kill all the Yin troops who have landed.

Yes!Except for the original Henry Cavendish, no one else should be taken prisoner at all, and all of them would be killed.

It's not like they are too cruel and uncivilized.

The main thing is that countless real examples in history told him one thing: given Daqing's level of waste, the key is the mentality of 'preferring to outsiders rather than domestic slaves'.

Many things that they would not otherwise lose will be lost at the negotiating table for ridiculous reasons.

Believe it or not, Daqing will let go of the captives they worked so hard to capture very easily after they return from the mission world and feed them well for a while.

Even then, there will be a lot of money given away.

Before letting them go, they would not be able to reason with them or unify their thoughts and fronts. The main thing would be to send them away with a gift.

After realizing the above, Hu Biao shouted:

"Don't rush to one place. We work in groups of two or three. We don't want to kill many people, but we want to wait until the villagers rush up. They can't shrink into a ball."

When the villagers rush up, all these foreign devils will be beaten to death~"

Thanks to the good tacit understanding developed among everyone after being together for a long time, everyone can understand the simple truth of the above command in seconds.

They all followed Hu Biao's instructions and took action.

But it was destined that another team member would die in battle on the eve of this glorious victory; the number of injured personnel was even more astonishing...

*****
In his mouth, he growled a loud "go to hell".

The white-faced man brandishing a long knife, with multiple bullet holes and blood on his body, slammed into the battle line of the lobster soldiers who raised their bayonets in front.

The lobster soldiers of this company had emptied their guns in the previous time.

Facing the three people including the pretty boy, the noble concubine, and the God of Wealth, who rushed towards me with their buttocks pushed up, there was no time to shrink.

So they could only stop retreating under the officer's order; then the people in the first row raised their bayonets in unison, forming a jungle composed of bayonets.

The people in the two rows behind stopped and started filling in a hurry.

Just wanting to use this method to stop a formal member of the Xuan Ge camp, not to mention the already relatively senior imperial concubine; even if it was a semi-rookie who joined the team during the previous mission, it was still far from enough.

The moment his body was about to hit the bayonet, he turned slightly.

Suddenly three sharp bayonets hit the armor plates of his tattered armor, stabbing away with a stream of sparks, causing no harm at all.

Instead, after being bumped into by the bull-like pretty face, one lobster soldier was leading behind him, and the other was pouring gunpowder into the gun chamber. The two rolled into a ball on the spot.

Compared to others, these two guys are lucky.

Because in the process of rushing all the way, I was bombarded by cannons and shot by volleys of guns. I could only be beaten and couldn't fight back. There was also a great feeling of joy in finally breaking in.

The cut made by the pretty boy almost used up all the strength of sucking the baby.

So much so that after the sword was swung, the head of a lobster soldier flew up; then the long sword, which still had its remaining power, continued forward, cutting off the other neck at least in half.

At the same time, the guy's free left hand was not idle either.

After punching out, he hit another lobster soldier in the face.

Although the pretty face's hands were shaking badly due to kidney deficiency, there was no need to have any doubts about the strength of his hands, not to mention the current angry attack.

There was a strong sound of bones shattering, and the bridge of the unfortunate guy's nose was almost knocked into his brain.

In the blink of an eye, the pretty boy knocked down five people, leaving the lobster soldiers who had not participated in Panlonggang that day.

He clearly understood the rumored terrifying melee capabilities of these Eastern knights.

But for the pretty boy, this was just the beginning; he, with full firepower, and the concubine and the God of Wealth who also rushed in, were slashing at all the targets around them crazily.

After a while, the long stainless steel knife was obviously curled because it had cut too many muskets and bones.After feeling the discomfort of the blade, Xiao Bailian simply threw away the long knife in his hand; even with just a pair of fists, he could knock down these lobster soldiers one by one.

If it takes more than one punch, Xiao Bolin is incompetent.

Just after punching a lobster soldier in the chin and knocking him down like a wooden stake.

However, he found that his side was empty, and then he could see three lobster soldiers on the left hand side holding the newly loaded muskets towards him.

There is a connecting strip in the barrel of one of the guns that I forgot to pull out.

But even so, the roar of muskets sounded as the pretty boy rushed past, two balls of blood burst out from his chest, and a piece of blood was inserted into his face.

The boy's knees weakened, and he staggered to his knees.

During this process, he used his last strength to shout two words "get down"; at the same time, he turned backhand and pulled the fuse of the explosive pack behind him.

Just as these lobster soldiers had expected.

Don't doubt their determination to take their opponents with them before they die.

When the imperial concubine and the God of Wealth, who were lying down in an emergency, climbed up from the ground, a company of lobster soldiers could not even hold a pair of fingers.

After slashing down a lobster soldier who seemed to have been stunned by the explosion, the God of Wealth and the imperial concubine shouted the word "kill" together, and then went to the next target like a female leopard...

At the same time, Er Pang felt like the fuse in his hand was about to be watered.

To make such a veteran of such a team feel nervous, or to be more precise, depressed, that was the target he and Fengche were rushing toward, a company that did not participate in the battle.

Although these people have reached this moment, each of their faces is extremely pale due to fear and nervousness.

But the muskets they all held up in their hands all had loaded bullets in the chambers.

Facing the two people rushing over, the people in the first row pulled the trigger.

However, there was only a distance of 70 meters, and each of the muskets in this row fired fiercely and accurately. After being shot several times, although the two of them were not dead, they understood one thing in their hearts:
Under normal circumstances, they probably wouldn't be able to rush to at least 30 meters, a distance that could barely throw the explosive packet away.

He didn't care that whenever he opened his mouth, there would be blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Windmill quickly stood in front of Er Pang and shouted: "Follow me and charge."

Without any more words, Erpang could tell that Fengche was planning to use his body to block the bullet for him, risking his own life to give him a chance to get closer.

Then, every second after that was an astonishing torment for Er Pang.

Because soon after, the second round of gunfire sounded.

Amidst the dense flying bullets, Windmill's steps became staggering, and with a suppressed voice of pain, he shouted: "Push me forward, hurry up~"

Grasping Windmill's belt, Erpang pushed his teammates forward, almost breaking his teeth.

When the third round of volleys fired, Er Pang had already rushed to a position about 31 meters in front of the lobster soldiers' formation.

There happened to be another burst of musketry, and it was also the last round of volleys of these lobster soldiers that greeted them.

Because his shoulders were close to the windmill in front of him, Er Pang could clearly feel at this moment that the windmill's body had been hit by at least eight or nine bullets.

A tough man would die under such firepower.

So with the boiling anger in his heart, Er Fatty let go of Fengchao's body and did not pick up the explosive bag and throw it out. Instead, he felt that his waist had been smashed before and he could not hold on for long.

Taking long strides, he rushed forward like an antelope running wildly on Uncle Black's road.

When he was more than ten meters away, he pulled out the explosive pack behind him.

Two seconds later, the company suffered more than 60.00% casualties in an astonishing explosion, and the fat man who had done all this was also shattered to pieces.

Therefore, he did not see it, but it was only a hundred meters away to the left.

Hundreds of people with faster footsteps have already rushed there.

Soon after, a pretty boy pulled the shotgun in his hand, and a large amount of iron sand was smeared on the face of an unlucky lobster soldier.

It was also from this moment that the Yin Army entered a countdown to the complete destruction of the entire army...

(End of this chapter)