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Chapter 66 Explosion

"Ahh The two tremors waited for a long time, but they didn't hear a second roar. A few bold people poked out half of their heads to peek, only to see that the slender pipe that had been spewing black smoke earlier was upside down by its owner and erected on the ground, and was holding a stick and stabbing back and forth at the mouth of the pipe.

"Hurry up and push the cart, that thing needs to be wiped clean before it can be used a second time!" Several signs shouted as if they had revealed shocking secrets, ordering their soldiers to continue their missions. The hundred adults were blown out of their heads in a daze, and if they completed the task, they would have a chance to fill the position upwards. If you fail to complete the mission and flee back, according to military law, several signs should be beheaded, and the head must be hung on the flagpole for three days before it can be sewn together with the corpse.

"Push, one, two, hard!" Under the cover of their own archers, the Argentine soldiers threw away their round shields and short swords and pushed the chicken bus in unison. This kind of thing, which is like a toy in the hands of the people of the Central Plains, is as heavy as Mount Tai for them. Ten men gritted their teeth from the exhaustion of a cart, and barely managed to move the chicken cart, which was full of copper ingots and iron blocks, four or five feet away.

"Team Jiazi, in front of the car wall, drop bombs!" Liu Ziyun saw the opportunity and gave the order without hesitation. The grenadiers, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately lit the fuse and threw the grenade against the wall. Before the grenade landed, the soldier who bent over and pushed the cart was already unwell, turned around, and fled.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" More than 30 grenades exploded in front of and behind the car wall, sending the slowest escape of a dozen Afghans to the western sky. The other 30 or so grenades were like demonstrations, slowly smoking on the ground, spinning, blowing one in the east and one in the west, endlessly!

"Idiot, rubbish!" The deputy commander who watched all the actions of his subordinates at close range, Duo Erhei, was so angry that he picked up his short sword, one sword at a time, and cut down the heads of the brands that led the team to flee back one after another, and only then did he barely regain his composure. Pointing behind the wall with the bloody tip of the knife, he roared loudly, "Mandu, Hu Lichi, Hans, the three of you rushed in directly with your own team of 100 and killed the Red Turban Thief." Everyone else, all press on the cart for me! ”

With that, he loosened the reins of the war horse, took the lead, and threw himself at the wall of the carriage.

As the so-called one general is desperate, the three armies are excited. Seeing that the deputy commander of the capital personally rushed up with the guards, several centurions who had been ordered did not dare to slack off, and immediately led their respective teams to pounce on the car wall. In the blink of an eye, they pounced near the target, or rolled over and jumped onto the wall of the car, or rushed through the passage left by the Red Turban Army in advance. Then, with lightning speed, he pounced on Zhu Eighty-one's handsome banner.

During the whole process, Zhu Bayi did not order a counterattack, nor did he order the grenadiers to make any interfering moves. Just hold the pig-killing knife in the palm of your hand, and keep curling and stretching your fingers.

He was calculating the time and trying to give Xu Dachuang a chance to behead the opponent's main general. If the sneak attack fails, it is also necessary to grasp the best counterattack point and catch the enemy by surprise.

Closer, closer, seeing that one of the centurions leading the team was already less than ten steps away from him. With a wave of his hand, he pointed the pig-killing knife forward, "Release!" ”

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" Three bronze cannons filled with scattered bullets, spewing out a ball of death flames at the same time. Ten paces away is equivalent to firing in the chest of the soldiers who rushed forward. The centurion who rushed to the front and the dozen or so bravest warriors who were alongside him were beaten and flew back directly. The iron armor on his chest was full of holes, and fragments of blood plasma and internal organs gushed out at the same time!

"Ahh No one expected that the power of one shot would be as sharp as a sword. The soldiers who were drilling into the car formation along the passage and trying to climb over the car wall were all stunned, staring at the still smoking cannon muzzle, and they were at a loss for a while.

Zhu Bayi wanted this moment, and immediately moved his legs and took the lead to pounce, "Kill the Tartar!" ”

"Kill the Tartars, kill the Tartars!" All the sword and shield men, spearmen, grenadiers, and auxiliaries who had just picked up their weapons, burst out like a torrent. Closely following Zhu Eighty-one, he roared and pounced on Ah Jun who was stunned. In the blink of an eye, dozens of people running in the front row were stabbed to the ground, and then directly stepped into a pile of meat puree.

The rest of the A-people who rushed into the car wall, under the command of a centurion, lined up with their backs against the car wall. Give his accomplices above his head the opportunity to continue to climb in and help in the battle. Zhu Eighty-one kicked away the corpse in front of him, roared angrily and rushed forward, the cold light at the tip of the knife flickered, and went straight to the centurion's left chest.

Centurion Hu Lichi was taken aback, and immediately saw countless flaws in the tricks of the comers. Turning sideways, the shield in his left hand pushed hard, and he blocked the pig-killing knife that stabbed over, and then the sharp blade in his right hand quickly swept away, "Bell-!" ”

The expected situation of flesh and blood flying did not appear, and the sharp blade swept on Zhu Bayi's plate armor, cutting a deep hole. It was then blocked by the soft calfskin lining inside, and it could not go any deeper. At the moment when he pulled the knife back hard, the crooked pig-killing knife in Zhu Bayi's hand suddenly turned back at a very strange angle, and only ran towards his neck socket from the back.

"Poof!" The sharp tip of the knife went straight to the heart, and the blood spurted out half a foot high. Zhu Bayi Xun pushed away the centurion's body and threw himself on a thigh on the wall of the car. The blade of the knife touched the root of the thigh and quickly went up, "Huh! ”。

The warrior who had just climbed onto the wall of the car didn't have time to dodge, and his crotch suddenly cooled. Immediately after, he dropped his shield and short sword, covered his lower body with both hands, and howled miserably, "Ahh

Zhu Eighty didn't look at it, shook off the two round meat balls on the hanging blade, and raised his legs to rush to the passage into the car wall. Only one person could enter and exit in the narrow passage, and the oncoming soldier raised his shield with one hand and stabbed his short sword forward with the other. Zhu Eighty-one opened his body sideways, and with the strength of the pig in the past, he clamped the arm that this person stabbed over. Twist your waist suddenly, "Click! The white bone stubble stabbed out from under the opponent's arm, and the soldier let out a miserable scream, rolled his eyes, and immediately fainted.

A short sword stabbed head-on, and he slammed it upwards with a pig-killing knife, and with a "ding" sound, it flew into the sky with sparks. The lost weapon quickly retreated, squeezing the accomplices who followed behind him unsteadily and staggering. Zhu Eighty-one lifted his iron-clad boots and kicked them forward.

"Boom!" In the past, when tying pigs, this time even more than 200 pounds of pigs had to be kicked over. Although the soldier was tall and weighed less than 200 catties, he was kicked and spurted blood and fell backwards! Zhu Eighty-one followed with an arrow, bent his knees and pressed the person's chest, and the pig-killing knife poked down the neck socket, and there was another "poof", and blood spurted out against the blade, spraying his face red.

Before he could get up from the corpse, the two short swords had already been slashed. One left and one right, straight to his neck. "Bell!" Xu Hongsan rushed up from behind and used a shield to separate the one from the left. "Medium!" The veteran ruffian shouted, and the spear in his hand flew out, nailing the other soldier directly to the mud ground.

"Governor, return to the wall!" Xu Hongsan used his shield to push away the enemy soldiers who kept rushing up, turned his head, and shouted at Zhu Bayi. Before they knew it, both of them had been killed outside the car wall. The left, right, and front three directions are all Ahns, and only a bloody passage remains behind them.

"Kill the Tartars!" Zhu Eighty-one turned a deaf ear to Xu Hongsan's reminder, and stabbed the pig-killing knife against Xu Hongsan's ribs, stabbing a man wearing piercing armor to the core. Immediately, he raised his thigh and kicked the crotch of another soldier, kicking the other soldier to the ground, wailing and rolling back and forth!

"Kill the Tartars!" He raised his bloody pig-killing knife, turned around and said hello, and slammed into the other people. The front chest, left arm and thigh were stabbed at the same time, and the wound was painful. Already red-eyed, he didn't even bother to look at it, stabbed one of the warriors in the throat, cut off another's arm, and chased a third from behind, cutting off the man's neck tendons.

"Kill the Tartars, kill the Tartars" Wu Twenty-two held a spear and rushed out of another passage. With three strokes and two blows, he stabbed away the enemy troops who were blocking the way, and desperately moved closer to Zhu Bayi's side. The soldiers of the Red Turban Army in the passage rushed out, taking advantage of the mountain, like a torrent.

The surrounding soldiers were defeated and retreated, and in the blink of an eye, they were killed out of a gap. You can't look at each other with your accomplices who have jumped on the wall.

Zhu Bayi looked up quickly, the enemy's handsome flag did not move, and the hundred-man team led by Xu Da obviously needed more time. Pointing the tip of his knife at the flag closest to him, he continued to shout, "Kill the Tartar, leave the car wall alone, and kill the official with me first!" ”

"Come on, follow me to kill that red turban thief!" Seeing his proud soldiers being torn apart by a group of farmers who had just put down their hoes, the deputy commander of the Azuo Army was also furious. The broad-backed short sword swung forward, and he personally rushed forward with dozens of elites.

Two teams of similar size went up and down, high and close, and neither of them would stop. Suddenly, there was a "boom", and they collided together like ocean waves, and blood flowed like a river.

The soldiers on both sides who were facing each other fell more than a dozen in an instant. The rest, with red eyes and bloody knives and guns, pounced on their nearest enemy. Use all means to try to take the other party's life.

A pro-soldier brand head who used a short axe roared and pounced in front of Zhu Eighty-one, slashing hard at his shoulder. Zhu Eighty-one jumped out of the way, and then slashed at the person's shoulder blade, unloading the entire arm. The head of the brand, who had lost his arm, screamed and fell to his knees, trying to pick up the hatchet with his other hand. Zhu Eighty-one slashed down again, slashing the person's throat cleanly.

Another guy in iron armor stepped up with a sword, lowering the blade to stab him at the junction of his breastplate and leg armor. Zhu eighty-one legs rose from the ground and hit the man's head like a car. The man was knocked back at a right angle by the neck, and fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

More Afghan soldiers rushed to him, trying to take his life. Zhu Bayi cut off one of his arms and copied the person's short sword in his left hand. Then a knife in the east and a sword in the west, chopping the pork stuffing is generally chopped and chopped. The wounds on his body were bleeding, and he felt a burst of wood in his head. However, the movement of the enemy forces in front of them is getting slower and clearer. The game's monster slashing leveling was nothing more than that, and he felt a simple pleasure. The opponents are all NPCs that are at least ten levels worse, and there is no boss in it, so there is no danger in killing them, only a high increase in experience. Even if it is one person in the army of 10,000 horses! One by one, they just rush up to die, send you money and experience, and make you keep killing, killing and killing, killing until you are completely lost in it, forgetting where the illusion is, where the reality is.

With a sudden stumble under his feet, Zhu Eighty-one knelt down, and there was pain everywhere in his body. Instinctively, he reached out and pulled a handful to his waist, but there were no red bottles and blue bottles to eat! He roared and stood up again, lunging at the nearest enemy. It was a guy in black armor, each of the nail leaves was the size of a palm, without any luster. Zhu Eighty-one slashed at this person's arm armor for the first time, and only a string of golden sparks splashed out. At the same time, he saw a short sword the width of a palm slashing at him, straight to his chest.

"Open!" Almost instinctively, Zhu Bayi blocked the short sword in his left hand in front of his chest, and then watched as he was cut in two by the enemy's weapon. His legs quickly took two steps back, and he dodged the range of the man's blade. Then with a slam of his left hand, he slammed the half-cut sword into the top of the man's head.

"Dangchang!" The helmet of the man who came was as strong as the armor, and the half-cut short sword only smashed a spark. But the aftermath of the impact caused the man to stagger as if he were drunk. "Die!" Zhu Eighty-one rushed down with the help of the mountain, and the tip of the knife stabbed the man's chest, breaking off, but also overthrowing the man to the ground. Immediately after, he pressed the upper body of this person tightly with his knees, and stabbed the pig knife skillfully, "Poof! "There was a sound on the ground, along the gap in the shoulder pads on the neck socket, and it didn't reach the handle!

"The enemy is about to die, and the governor has killed a big official!" "The enemy is about to die, and the governor has killed the one who is a big official!" There was a cheer all around, like a dream. Zhu Eighty-one pulled out the half-cut pig-killing knife, threw it on the ground, and picked up the person's broad-backed broken sword. Still puzzled, another sword cut off the head from the corpse, and held it high in his left hand.

"The Governor is mighty, the Governor is mighty!" The red scarf soldiers came like a tide, shouting and jumping around Zhu Eighty-one. Ignoring this, just twenty paces below them, thousands of cavalry and mounted mounts had already rushed over.

"Grenadier, attack forward!" Suddenly, Liu Ziyun opened his throat and shouted, and threw the fuse that ignited the grenade and threw it downward.

"Grenadier, attack forward!" Countless people responded loudly, raised smoking grenades, and rushed to the swarming war horses on foot, without hesitation!