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Gao Laogui slowly took two steps back from the frantic shouts of the beasts, and just leaned against the shadow wall. He held the crutch with one hand, and stroked the white beard on his chest with the other.

Bakusky's hands were still clasped under his body, curled up in front of him like a dog, but there was no more crying and writhing. Gao Laogui didn't know if this foreign cub would die from now on, but from the bottom of his heart, he hoped that this foreign cub would continue to live like this, and return to his hometown until he was old. In that case, hehe, his noble name will be much louder. The foreign devil will take his noble name far away, everyone will know that in China, in Shandong, no, it should be in the big ravine of Wendeng, and there is a noble man who can kick a beast with one kick.

However, he was too lazy to look at the foreign cub anymore, and his gaze followed the gap between the more foreign cubs that had swarmed up, and then at his son. His son had been standing on the steps at the entrance of the central hall, holding the obviously frightened daughter-in-law in his arms, he couldn't see what his son's face would look like, but he knew that his son had definitely not awakened. His heart is sour, pity the hearts of parents all over the world!

Gao Laogui coughed twice, leaned his spine tightly against the shadow wall, and his neck not only did not shrink, but stretched upward, and then slowly closed his eyes. He was exhausted, and he had no ability to fight back, so he could only do this now, and die like a man.

"Your Excellency...... Oh no......"

At this moment, with a hysterical howl, a man suddenly sprang out from behind the shadow wall like a madman, but he turned the shadow wall and only ran one more step, and fell to the ground with a painful groan. There was already a steel knife on his back that flew in, and the bright steel knife was still shaking. At the same time, there were several wails in a row, all of which came from one direction, the gate behind the shadow wall.

Immediately after, two yellow whirlwinds blew in on both sides of the shadow wall, and these two whirlwinds did not pause at all, and directly swept towards the old and noble Russian soldiers who were in chaos.

As the sabre glittering with cold light fiercely slashed at the three sharp blades that pointed at Gao Laogui almost at the same time, a short figure flashed in front of Gao Laogui like an ape, and his saber flew left and right, forcing the three tall and strong Tsarist soldiers on the opposite side to retreat one after another. "Kill!" In a sharp roar, he picked up the saber in the hand of the Russian soldier in the middle, suddenly stepped forward with his right foot, kicked on the opponent's calf, and fell down the heavy back of the Russian soldier, and he sat on the ground with a big split. "Machete!" It was as if he were on a war horse, his saber hovering overhead, slashing down like lightning.

"Ahh In a long, heart-rending wail, half of the right leg of the Russian soldier on the right side of the riding boots left his body cleanly with his saber.

He was in no mood to see what the prey he had in his hands would look like now, and he didn't care that the saber of the Russian soldier on the left had slashed at his shoulder, but he leaned forward without hesitation, "Lie down!" His saber was retracted and put away, pointing directly at the lower abdomen of this Tsarist Russia.

The Russian soldiers were frightened by this method of killing that would end up together, and their hands were weak, so they had to quickly close their stomachs and jump away.

The short soldier jumped up from the ground like a spring, and a brilliant knife flower flickered in front of the eyes of the Russian soldier, and at the moment when the Russian soldier raised his hand to resist, he threw himself forward to the left again, and slashed the boots of the Russian soldier. The tall Tsarist soldier had a pain in his leg and involuntarily bent his body.

"Open!" As the word came out of his tense lips, the shining saber fell from the air, and the long, curly-haired head, which was not fully civilized at all, rolled obediently at his feet. Looking at the first Tsarist soldier who was first kicked to the ground by himself and fled into the crowd in front of him, and looked at the companions around him who were successively killed, he smiled, wiped the blood or sweat on his face, flew up, kicked over the headless corpse that seemed to be standing in front of him reluctantly and shaking, and turned his head to look at the old man behind him. There was a hint of doubt in his smiling eyes.

The clanging of iron objects clashed, and the brief killing, accompanied by the sounds of killing, screams, and cries of pain, came to an end. "Disarm or kill!" In the blink of an eye, except for the roar that still echoed in the night sky, the courtyard of Nuoda suddenly became unusually quiet. In the midst of the lights, dozens of sabers stood up in the forest, some were still dripping blood, they were like an impermeable wall, majestically across the noble body, and like a fan, surrounded on three sides the remnants of the Russian soldiers who had been stunned by this sudden ferocious blow.

Gao Laogui stared blankly at Yiqiē in front of him, he didn't understand what was going on. I don't understand who suddenly rushed into the yard to save his life, shouting his familiar "kill" and rushing at the foreign cubs. Because he could hear it clearly, what they had just shouted was not the same thing as himself, but the kind of foreign language that he didn't understand.

Like Gao Laogui, the Russian soldiers who were gathering together did not fully understand why. They understood each other's meaning from the voices of these fierce and extremely arrogant people, who could still understand the shouts that were still intelligible, although they were lame, and from the bodies of their fellow men who were already lying upside down in a pool of blood in front of them. But what they don't understand is, why do these people also speak Russian, and why do they dare to kill Russians even if they speak Russian? Isn't it true that the Chinese speak Russian for the sake of promotion and wealth, and openly oppose the Russians, so what officials have you been promoted, and what kind of wealth have you made? Aren't you afraid that the imperial court will pursue you for your despicable acts of blatant contempt for your great allies and trampling on the lives of noble tsarist heroes?

Of course, they will also wonder, why are these guys so tough that they can beat them to the core? Why dare to disarm the heroes of the tsar who killed the Chinese like chickens? I have paid a lot of face, and I have never been mentally prepared, but I don't pay it? With no way back, and in front of them were chilling sword forests, and their eyes naturally focused on their captain who was still alive.

No wonder the Russian soldiers had so many questions to answer. The two colonels, Balushka and Dasamov, were busy guarding for a long time, not knowing whether they were negligent or afraid of scaring the "dirty tramps" and "damned prisoners" who frightened them, but they forgot to tell their soldiers what kind of army the Red Army of the Celestial Empire was.

If you want to say that you may not be able to blame Balushka and Dasamov completely, after all, in the team brought by Bakusky, except for the captain, who can be regarded as half a soldier, the others are not soldiers at all, but just put on the skin of a tsarist army. If it weren't for the training they had done a while ago, I'm afraid they would be nothing.

In the expectant eyes of the soldiers, the captain of the Tsarist Russia was also ambiguous. He looked at the extremely vicious and hideous guy who was pointing a knife at him, at least a head shorter than himself, and his body and face were covered with blood. Could it be that you are here to grab food and drink with yourself? Isn't it just with the major to rob women? Isn't that mayor's wife known as a "heartthrob", and Bao Buqi will attract a lot of people to covet it.

Thinking of this, he looked at the saber in his hand, and subconsciously took half a step back, "Oh, friends, don't fight, everything here belongs to you, as long as you are willing to let us out." ”

Now the knife pointed at the captain of Tsarist Russia is still the brave short soldier. Hearing the nonsense that the foreign devil couldn't understand what it was, he impatiently took another step forward, shook the head of the red star, and the right hand of the Tsarist devil with a saber was rounded again, and repeated sharply, "Disarm!" ”

The captain of Tsarist Russia looked left and right, and became more and more confused, why are these people so ungraceful, they all said that they would not fight, why do they have to kill them all?

"Dear friend, the knife is the honor of a soldier, we admit that we can't beat you, we must save some face, what temper can we find Chinese vent......" he said, shaking the knife in his hand.

The little Red Army soldier was obviously annoyed, and the saber was suddenly handed to the chest of this big man like a bear.

The Russian captain was startled, and reflexively flipped his right hand shaking the saber, trying to block the knife that stabbed him.

The saber of the small Red Army soldier suddenly pulled back, and it was raised to the left, with a crisp "snap", and the saber slapped flat on the back of the hand of the Tsarist devil.

"Mom!" The captain of the Tsarist Russia screamed miserably, and the saber fell to the ground.

"Disarm!" The little Red Army soldier looked at the Russian devils who were still hesitating behind him, and let out an undoubted sharp snort.

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