Chapter 738: Counter-Killing (Page 1/1)

The North Korean had just taken a step when he suddenly lowered his head to look at Mubari between his legs. Only then did he notice the ruddy face on the ground, damn it! How can a dead man have such a face.

Suddenly, Mubari on the ground opened his eyes, and the North Korean heart beat violently. In a short moment, he was a little stunned, and at this moment, Mu Bari made a move.

The sharp knife in his hand stabbed into the root of the North Korean's thigh, and the sharp knife was so sharp that it directly sank into the North Korean's thigh, leaving only a section of the handle exposed.

The North Korean reacted only when his thigh hurt and hurriedly poked Mubari's throat with the spear in his hand. Lying on the ground, Mu Bari saw the spear that the North Korean was about to fall, and he grabbed the sharp knife and pulled it horizontally, making a deep hole in the North Korean's thigh.

The stinging North Korean spear also poked down, and Mubari's legs were crushed. He could only tilt his head vigorously, and the spear stabbed into the ground against his neck, leaving a bloody streak on his neck.

Mubari reached out his other hand and grabbed the North Korean's spear, trying not to let him take it back. And the hand holding the sharp knife pulled down again, and a terrible scream sounded on the empty road.

The North Korean let out a heart-rending howl, and he tried to withdraw his spear and deliver a fatal blow to Mubari. But the spear was caught by Mu Bari, and he couldn't get it back for a while.

Seeing that Mubari had already drawn his sharp knife to attack again, the North Korean suddenly abandoned his spear and pounced to the side.

There is a steel knife there, the North Koreans don't want spears anymore, he is going to pick up the steel knife and come back to Mubari. Mubari was wrestling with the North Koreans with all his might, but was suddenly let go and dispersed by the other party.

The sharp knife in his hand lost its target and did not stab the North Korean in the other thigh. But he also tripped over the North Korean's leg, and the North Korean on one leg fell to the ground unsteadily.

But he still struggled to lie on the steel knife three feet away, as long as he could get the steel knife, he could kill Mu Bari back. He struggled to move forward, but his foot and neck were grabbed by Mu Bari.

Mubari finally succeeded in a sneak attack, how to get the North Koreans out of his control. He was smashed under his horse and couldn't move, and if he was run away by the North Koreans, it would be his doom.

With a missed shot, he threw away his knife and spear, and grabbed the North Korean's uninjured leg with both hands. Mubari tried his best to pull the North Koreans back.

Both sides are either dead or alive, and there must be no relaxation. Mubari used all his strength to hold the North Koreans, and the North Koreans also struggled desperately to break free of Mu Bari's hands.

The two of them tugged vigorously on the ground, and in the process of pulling, Mu Bari felt as if his body had come out from under the corpse of the war horse.

The North Korean had the heart to kick Mubari in the head, but the pain in his stabbed thigh was unbearable, and he couldn't exert his strength at all. He could only hold the ground with his hands and crawl forward with all his might.

With all his struggle, he finally approached the steel knife. From a distance of three feet, it gradually approached two feet, and finally reached one foot.

It's close! He moved forward a little further, and he could already touch the hilt with his fingertips. As long as he goes a little further, even if he only has an inch, he can grab the steel knife and kill the hateful savage.

Just as he was about to succeed, a chill hit his body. The North Korean shuddered involuntarily, his teeth chattering involuntarily, "Cluck! The sound came out of his mouth, and a wave of sleepiness welled up in his heart.

"Can't sleep! You're going to succeed! Don't fall asleep at this juncture! The North Korean screamed frantically in his heart, and he bit the tip of his tongue.

A sharp pain irritated his nerves, and his mouth was filled with the smell of blood. His brain cleared up at once, and at that moment he felt a lightness on his leg, and the enemy seemed to have no strength to let go of his hands.

The North Korean was overjoyed, and he rushed to his body and grabbed the hilt of the steel knife. Just as he was about to turn around and kill the enemy, a big foot appeared in his sight.

The big foot stepped on the steel knife, and the North Koreans twitched a few times but could not pull out the steel knife. He looked up in despair, only to see a bearded face.

Mubari looked at the North Korean lying on the ground with pity, and he kicked him hard in the face. The North Korean screamed and rolled on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood, and a few white spots in the blood were particularly eye-catching, which were teeth kicked out by Mubari.

Picking up the spear on the ground, Mubari slowly walked towards the North Koreans. He stabbed the North Korean in the leg and said to himself, "This shot is a ...... to avenge the brothers."

Mu Bari rode his horse and chased in the direction of Namhanseong along the horse's hoof mark, and he had simply cleaned up the battlefield just now. All the North Koreans re-shot, but he did not find any more Jangheungjun still alive. Riding a horse that was not seriously injured, he chased in the direction of the team's departure.

On an official road outside Namhanseong, a horse-drawn carriage was speeding at high speed. Forty or fifty horsemen were fighting fiercely behind them, and soon one of them broke away from the ranks and pursued the carriage.

Kugli only had the carriage in his eyes, and he desperately urged the war horse to stop the carriage before it entered the city. The man in the carriage also understood this, and the coachman whipped the horse vigorously, lest the enemy behind him catch up.

No matter how well the carriage is built, it is not fast to fight the horse, and Cougli catches up with the carriage little by little. He could hear the roars of the car, and as he looked at the South Hanseong in front of him, he couldn't help but slap the back of his knife on the horse's hips again.

The speed of the war horse accelerated a few points under his feet, and soon overtook the carriage. Kugli steel knife in his hand, and just as he was about to cut the rope that was pulling the horse, he saw the coachman out of the corner of his eye.

The coachman had given up driving the carriage, and had taken a short spear from the wheel and made a throwing gesture. The tip of the short spear flickered with cold light, and it was definitely not a good thing to be stabbed.

Coorgli didn't have time to pull out the harpoon behind his back, and threw the steel knife in his hand as a harpoon. The steel knife was not as easy as the harpoon, and it struck the coachman in the shoulder, and I fell to the ground with the short spear in his hand.

Without the steel knife, Kugli squatted on the horse's back, and jumped up on the horse's back with the strength of his legs. The man stretched out in the air and jumped into the carriage at once.

The coachman was also stiff, and with a steel knife in his shoulder, he pounced on Kugli, who had jumped into the carriage. Kugri punched him in the face, and the man didn't dodge at all, and grabbed Kugri's body and pushed him under the car.

The charioteer's place was cramped, and Kugli was pushed by the man and fell under the carriage.

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