The arrows that suddenly flew out attracted the attention of everyone in the room, and Xue Hai looked back weakly and said, "Little Ancestor! Will you go back upstairs? Don't mess with us anymore! ”

Gřiva blushed and defended: "I~I just want~ I just want to help!" ”

"Good! Good! Good! You've helped, it's just getting more and more helpful. Now I'm going back to the attic right away, and that's the biggest help for us, okay? Xue Hai's words made Geriva lower his head, turned around and walked upstairs.

Xue Hai shook his head helplessly, and finally sent this one away, the young man always wants to prove himself, and the starting point is very good, but the results are often unsatisfactory.

"Fire!" Xue Hai gave an order, and the five firebolts fired at the gap cut by the enemy at the same time, and immediately knocked the enemy who chopped the gap upside down and flew out.

Before the enemy could make up for it, the second row of musketeers fired again.

But even so, the Western Mongols continued to destroy the wooden wall with their own flesh and blood, and when the wooden wall was expanded to be more than a man wide, a guy pushing the corpse of his companion squeezed in through the gap.

No sooner had the man squeezed into the gap than a bayonet stabbed out of his side. In his wide eyes, the bayonet wrenched in his body, and the enemy suddenly lost his strength and blocked the gap.

His companions after him pushed him in, and the others began to crowd towards the gap.

Gradually, the gap became larger and wider, and more and more corpses were piled into the wooden house.

The enemy outside piled up their own corpses into the wooden house, and the corpses blocked the shooting path of the musketeers, so they switched to bayonets and fought the enemy.

When the bayonet broke, he picked up the enemy's weapon and fought hard, and I don't know how long it took for Xue Hai, who was covered in blood, to feel that the enemy in front of him was empty, and the last person also fell under his knife.

Looking around, he was the only one who could stand up.

Laboriously lifted the visor, took a hard breath of the bloody air, and shouted loudly: "Count!" Are there still living people? Hurry up and give Lao Tzu parameters! ”

Jielian shouted three times but no one answered, and Xue Hai sat weakly among the corpses.

The battle just now was so fierce that when the battle reached its craziest point, the musketeers who were still shooting in the attic came down to join the warband.

The Western Mongols rushed in fearlessly, and they did not flinch at all when they were killed by the Changxing army.

Gradually, the ground was covered with corpses, and there was no place to put your feet at all. The two sides continued to fight on the pile of corpses until the last man remained, and the Changxing army did not let the enemy occupy the wooden house at all.

Sitting in the center of the corpse, Xue Hai's eyes were a little dull, and his brothers who had been born and died all fell to the ground, although he had killed enough enemies, but this account could not be settled like this.

Just as he was thinking about how to deal with the next attack, the corpse he was sitting under seemed to move.

Xue Hai also noticed the abnormality of the corpse under him, and just wanted to get up to check, but the corpse under him suddenly lifted him out.

Xue Hai, who fell into the pile of corpses, was shocked, and his hands and feet used his strength to exert force, but the slippery and sticky blood under his feet made him not stand up all of a sudden.

When he stood up, the figure behind him pounced.

This is a Mongolian man, and his beard is already stained with blood, and he can't tell how old he is. There was a short knife stuck in his stomach, and the blood had stained the leather robe on his body.

It was this short knife that made Xue Hai think that this person was dead, who would have thought that this person could still burst out and hurt people.

Xue Hai, who had just turned around, was knocked down by the person in front of him, and before he could pick up his weapon, he fell to the ground again.

This person seemed to be crazy, completely ignoring his injured body, grabbed Xue Hai's neck with both hands, and kept hitting the ground fiercely.

Xue Hai was pinched and had difficulty breathing, so he could only grab the enemy's hands and try to separate them outward, only in this way could he be able to inhale a little air.

But with the impact, Xue Hai's hand could no longer exert any strength, and ghosts began to appear in front of him under the difficulty of breathing.

Everything in the outside world seemed to become unusually slow, and gradually he could not hear any sound, and everything in front of him became a silent world.

Suddenly, a feathered arrow flew towards the enemy's neck, and in Xue Hai's slow sight, the arrow pierced through the enemy's neck, revealing the tip of an arrow from the other side.

Blood poured out from the wounds in the enemy's necks, splashing in clusters.

His enemies slowly lost their strength because of the arrow, and they twisted to one side before falling, as if to remember who shot him.

The long-lost air finally poured into Xue Hai's chest again, and Xue Hai, who was holding his neck with his hands, coughed violently.

Death was so close to him at that moment just now, and for a moment, Xue Hai had already given up struggling.

Fortunately, he survived in the end, and when he felt less uncomfortable, he looked up in the direction where the arrow had fired, and a thin figure stood at the mouth of the staircase.

"Chief~Sir! What does it mean to report the number ~ to report the number? Gřiva asked timidly.

Seeing that it was Gerivashi, a smile appeared on Xue Hai's face.

Seeing Xue Hai's smile, Griwa also smirked, scratching the back of his head and walking down the stairs.

"Boy! Want to join the Changxing Army? Xue Hai's words made Geriva overjoyed, and he jumped down the stairs happily.

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After a pillar of incense, a sweaty Gzhiwa stabbed the corpse in the ground with a bayonet, bringing out a large cloud of blood as he pulled it out.

Then he dragged the corpse aside and walked to the other.

Through Griwa's efforts, he cleared out more than a dozen corpses on the ground.

Tired and sweaty, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Xue Hai, who was wiping the remains of Changxingjun on the side, and couldn't help complaining: "Sir! Are you sure that the first lesson for a recruit is to clean the battlefield code? ”

"Less nonsense! If you want to do it, you will do it, and obeying orders is the duty of Changxing Army! Xue Hai didn't raise his head and said a word.

Gzhiwa had no choice but to continue his work, but he still muttered quietly: "Isn't it just a stupid boy!" In that case, I can be a commander too! ”

The corners of Xue Hai's mouth twitched, pretending not to hear, and no longer caring about Geriwa, who was working.

"Sir! This man is still breathing! Gzhiwa dragged a man towards Xue Hai with great difficulty.

Xue Hai threw down the sackcloth in his hand and ran quickly to Griwa, and took the comrade-in-arms in Griwa's hand and called: "Shaoguang! Shaoguang! Wake up, you kid! ”

Before he could shout a word, Xue Hai felt that someone beside him was stabbing him.

"What? What's wrong with it? Xue Hai said impatiently, at this moment he felt that it might not be a good idea to accept this half-grown child.

"Sir! What I want to say is that the Western Mongols are killing again! ”

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