"Roar, roar, roar!" Seeing that the other party was not knocked down by the force of the recoil, the bald head let out a series of strange howls. Then a punch came over quickly, and listening to the whirring wind brought by the fist made people know what the consequences would be.

The city wall was already full of soldiers from the White Russian and Far Eastern Army, and the place was not big, although some space was moved for them, but with the bald fist wind, the two of them on the other side had almost no room to dodge, and they took a few hits with their hands to protect their heads.

A dull sound came from the arm of a White Russian soldier on the left. The other soldiers clearly saw that the part of the White Russian soldier's punch was clearly at an unusual angle.

There was not the slightest expression on the bald head's face, and the fists in his hands rained down on the two of them. This time, another White Russian soldier was also unable to dodge the bald fist, and one of the bald fists smashed into his left shoulder.

With a "click", the left shoulder of the White Russian soldier was directly dislocated by this punch. "Tom!" Seeing that the other two were powerless, the bald head flew up and kicked the White Russian soldier whose arms had been broken off the city wall. Before he could kick another White Russian soldier, three more White Russian soldiers climbed the wall.

Seeing that three more people had come up, the bald head gave up the idea of kicking the dislocated White Russian soldier off the city wall, and instead of continuing the pursuit, he took two steps back, looking at the other party with cautious eyes.

"Heads-up or group fighting!" The three who had just come up, obviously not knowing the situation in the city, took out their rifles behind them and asked the dislocated White Russian soldier beside them.

Hearing the other party's question, the dislocated soldier didn't have time to answer, his bald head twisted his neck, and there was a "crackling" sound from his neck. Without saying a word, the big fist of the sand bowl appeared in front of the eyes of the White Russian Army again, and the bald fist was powerful and heavy, and every punch carried a whistling sound.

"Tom!" A White Russian soldier who had just come up was directly knocked away and fell off the city wall, too late to be in a daze, and the other three White Russian soldiers rushed up, and the White Russian soldier with a dislocated left hand punched the bald head with his right hand, and the other two kicked the bald head in the abdomen with a side kick, and a straight punch and the bald fist punched each other.

"Ahh The man who was fighting with the bald head screamed heartbreakingly, and many people around him sympathized with him, who let him be scared if he didn't know the situation!

This manyman also included soldiers of the Far Eastern Army, and they all knew that the bald body was very strong. People who have fought with bald heads have a deep understanding that their fists hit the bald head, and it feels like hitting an iron plate, not to mention the bald head's sign, the fist. And the other two White Russian soldiers can feel their experience at this moment, and the two punches just now are also critical attacks, but the bald head has no reaction. And their attacks didn't work, and the bald heads wouldn't give them time to attack anymore.

"Tom!" With a bang, the White Russian soldier who was side-kicking was hit hard by the bald head with a mallet, and immediately collapsed to the ground. And the dislocated White Russian soldier was also knocked out by the next punch from the bald head, and fell into the corner of the side "humming".

"Shhh The surrounding White Russian soldiers couldn't help but gasp when they saw this scene, and walked around their bald heads one after another, for fear of being taken by this guy.

"This guy has already picked five!"

"It's six, and there should have been thirteen before counting these six guys!" Seeing the eyes of the bald head looking for a new target in the crowd, the surrounding White Russian soldiers immediately hid as far as they could. And the soldiers of the Far Eastern Army on the side also had some leisure and began to secretly discuss the achievements of this bald head.

"Hey, hey!" The bald head suddenly saw his next target, and was smiling and wanting to step forward, when someone climbed up the ladder just now.

This time, the White Russian soldier was obviously a child, only as tall as a bald chest.

"You die!" The bald head glanced contemptuously at the little boy wrapped in a torn military jacket with curly brown hair, and threw a random punch.

"Ahh The screams that followed made everyone hold their breath. This is by no means the child's scream, such a calm and strong scream, how can it look like a bald hair.

This time, everyone around looked at him, only to see a deep crack on the bald head's big fist.

And the kid on the other side is carrying a kitchen knife, yes, it's a kitchen knife! And it's a Chinese-style kitchen knife. The composition of the White Russian army has always been chaotic, but the bald head did not expect that the child, who did not look very old, was not issued with a gun, but carried a kitchen knife and went to the battlefield.

The bald head who suffered a big loss, stared at the child intently, took a deep breath, shook his left hand, which was already numb from the injury, and then snorted, ready to go directly to the little guy who caused his injury. But at the time of the bald head's adjustment, two more White Russian soldiers climbed up, and the bald head's gaze shrank and became more cautious.

The combat experience of the two people who just came up was not comparable to that of children, and as soon as they saw the bald head with big shoulders and thick waist, the two looked at each other and immediately reached a tacit understanding. One person "Teng!" He rushed forward, stretched out his hand and hugged the bald man's waist, and the bald head took advantage of the elbow strike, directly hitting the person and vomiting blood, but the man still did not let go.

The other took advantage of the bald elbow and smashed a left hook on the bald temple.

This blow caused the bald head to be beaten a little concussion, and his consciousness became blurred. The White Russian soldiers who were hiding far away around him also began to move closer with ill intentions, and the reason why he took advantage of his illness to kill him was not only understood by the Chinese.

Shaking his head, he got rid of his dizzy bald head, and elbowed again, this time finally knocking the person who was holding him directly down.

Although there was a little accident, the bald head's offensive continued unabated. After getting rid of this "baggage" that restricted his freedom, the bald head's right fist collided with the white Russian soldier's fist, and going straight was the baldhead's favorite move.

"Click!" Without any fancy, the White Russian soldier's arm was broken, and even the stubble was exposed. But the kid reappeared and slashed at the bald man's right arm, "Get out!" The bald head slapped him in the face. Seeing the little boy in danger, the White Russian soldier with a broken arm took advantage of the situation and dragged the little boy backwards, which was considered to have escaped the attack of the bald head. Otherwise, the bald head's angry blow would definitely slap the little boy unconscious.

Seeing that his slap had not been slapped, and that there were more knife marks on his arm, the bald head was angry, and he was about to solve these two troubles, when White Russian soldiers began to climb up on the city.

"!" The bald head looked at the white Russian army that was densely packed under the city and swarmed up like ants, and for the first time in his heart he had the idea of retreating.

"Ho!" Again powerful, the bald "windmill fist" knocked out the two white Russian troops who had just climbed the city, but when he stood a little firm, he found that the place he was guarding had changed from one ladder to four ladders, and the Far Eastern Army guarding with him was either retreating step by step, or had been killed, and the speed at which the White Russian army appeared on the city wall was far faster than the speed at which he was eliminated.

"Let's go!" This thought appeared again in the bald head's heart, but just as he hesitated, six or seven White Russian soldiers surrounded him.

"Ho-ho!" Screaming again, the bald head swung his fist to meet him, but he was greeted by the rifle with the bayonet. Dodging a bayonet, the bald head directly crooked a person's nose, grabbed the rifle with his hand, and stabbed a person behind him with his backhand.

But the other four bayonets of the other party, the bald head only avoided two, and two bayonets pierced into the thighs, endured severe pain, the bald head turned the rifle horizontally, as a wooden stick, and suddenly the three besieging people vomited blood and flew out.

But the white Russian army that came quickly surrounded the bald head again, "I don't accept it!" Seeing the more and more white Russian troops gathering, the bald head moved more and more slowly, and finally he was stabbed several times, shouted at them, and then stopped abruptly.

"My lord, the north gate has been taken by us!"

Timur, who was standing in the distance, heard the return of the White Russian army officer, and said expressionlessly, "Got it, your mission has been completed, your team is on standby!" ”

"Standing still? My lord, my team was the first to storm the city walls, and if we entered the city in one fell swoop, I would be the first to storm Chita! ”

"And what about after the attack?" Timur asked rhetorically.

"This?" The White Russian military officers already knew what Timur wanted to say, and the last time the White Russian army also attacked the city, but it was driven out by the other side again, and the fortresses in the city were dense, and it was indeed difficult to deal with.

Seeing that the other party was silent, Timur continued, "Your team will rest on the spot, and I will send monks to treat them." You have the first credit for the siege just now, but Chita is the capital of the Far Eastern Republic, and almost all the people in the city are soldiers, so you will go in, and it is estimated that you will not be pleased, so it is better to wait for the other three city walls to fall into our hands, and then everyone will attack the city together, and then your losses will be less. ”

"Thank you for the adult mercy!" As soon as it came to losses, the officers of the White Russian army had a toothache, and no less than 2,000 people were killed in the siege just now, and the number of wounded was far more than that, for a team of 10,000 people, it was already more than half of the casualties.

Timur, regardless of what he was thinking, pointed to a clearing outside the city gate with his horsewhip and ordered, "Go and dig a big pit outside the city gate and bury all these brave soldiers who died in battle!" ”

"Those of the Far Eastern Army are also buried?" Hearing Timur's order to "all", the White Russian army officer wondered, these are all enemies! Won't this affect the morale of the military?