Time, at 2:30 p.m., there are still 8 and a half hours before the system mission is completely over.

Huang Yizhi, a flexible fat man of more than 200 pounds, now feels that he can no longer be flexible.

In particular, the constant panting in his wide open mouth made him understand that he must be like an old cow plowing the land now.

Without him! In the modern plane, he is just a mediocre data clerk for a certain company.

What he is good at is being familiar with the anime plots and characters of various island countries, as well as spraying people on the Internet; Like this, the desperate battle between the two sides to defend the city is too strange and difficult.

If he could, he would pay whatever price he could, to get him out of this damn place immediately.

Back to the modern plane, back to his small, messy rental house, you can pick up your phone and take a look at the new ones you're chasing.

It's not that he's so obsessed with it, it's mainly that it's so peaceful and quiet, and I didn't think it was good at all before.

After just a few days of experience, I found that it was so beautiful and precious.

Of course, the idea of going back early can only be a beautiful fantasy.

At present, the only way to go back smoothly seems to be to stay up for more than 8 hours until 11 o'clock at night.

It's just that in response to this, as the battle continues, Huang Yizhi gradually begins to despair.

He threw a stone in his hand under the city wall, and knocked down the two Tuyuhun people who were setting up a human ladder and were about to climb up.

I didn't have time to take a closer look, did these two guys smash to death?

Immediately it was a short body, intending to pick up a new rock and continue to smash it.

The main reason is that he is worried that if his movements are a little slower, the enemy under the city wall in front of him will take the opportunity to kill the city wall, so that the battle between the two sides will enter hand-to-hand combat mode.

After all, throwing things condescendingly like this, Huang Yizhi can still barely do it.

But once the battle entered hand-to-hand combat, with his understanding of his combat effectiveness, he still had a considerable number of pressures, but he really couldn't beat the other party.

However, when I struggled to bend down the pole that was about to break off and move a stone, I found that it was empty.

In the interval between the last attack, some of the old soldiers demolished the houses and threw away all the bricks, wood, and stones.

"What~" While scolding such a sentence in his mouth, Huang Yizhi retreated wildly behind him.

Why? Because of the opponent's frantic posture of climbing the city wall, after such a slight delay just now, maybe the situation will be worse.

It was indeed the case, as soon as he looked up in the gap between Huang Yi's retreat, he could see a Tuguhun with a face full of ecstasy, who had already turned in from outside the battlement.

Driven by the survival instinct, Huang Yizhi didn't know what his right hand touched, and got up to meet the man.

At this juncture, if you don't want to fight hand-to-hand or can't fight, you have to bite the bullet.

When he touched the thing in his hand and instinctively smashed it out, Huang Yizhi was pleasantly surprised, because what he touched was actually a horizontal knife.

And the Tuyuhun who had just flipped in, the soles of his feet slipped after jumping in, and it was too late to stand up at present; So there is a good opportunity and a door.

It's a pity that the Tuyuhun man's combat experience is not much richer than Huang Yizhi's.

Seeing that he couldn't get up and fight in time, he simply didn't stand up, lowered his head, bent over, and hit Huang Yizhi headlong with his head with a leather helmet.

In the next second, the horizontal knife in Huang Yizhi's hand slashed into the opponent's back, directly smashing his leather armor and cutting out a long and deep wound inside.

It's a pity that this knife was not completely put on the opponent.

Instead, under the threat of severe pain and death, the Tuyuhun man went crazy.

hit Huang Yizhi's fat belly hard, because he didn't wear armor, so even with a thick fat cushion, the fat man felt that his overnight meal was almost knocked out.

But he knows that now is not the time to complain and cry out for pain.

The left hand pressed the back of the opponent's neck, and the horizontal knife grasped in the right hand was like a hard-working cook chopping meat, slashing wildly at the opponent's back.

One knife, two knives, three knives~

And after the Tuyuhun man hit his head, I don't know if he knocked his head unconscious, but he still didn't get up anyway.

After pressing his skull against Huang Yizhi's stomach, his left hand grabbed the placket on his waist, and his right fist with the big casserole was aimed at the waist and abdomen of the flexible fat man, which was a desperate beating.

Seven or eight seconds later, his back was slashed to a pulp, and the blood-drenched Tuyuhun people who couldn't be seen finally lay on the ground without knowing whether they were alive or dead.

It seems that in this fight, Huang Yizhi, who had the last laugh, did not have any joy.

Joy of wool, how strong is the grandson of Tuguhun and how heavy is his fist? After dozens of punches in a row, he now felt like half of his body was about to break.

Even the internal organs had to be turned over, and for a while they couldn't even straighten their waists.

The only thing that can be rejoiced in is that the bloody Captain Wang has already been killed, and the golden gourd hammer in both hands is swung to smash a rising skull.

It was a plugging of this gap, and it failed to allow the opponent to take the opportunity to rush up many people at once.

"It will definitely not last until 11 o'clock at night, and escaping is a death, surrender is estimated to be no play, and the calf is over." This is the truest thought in Huang Yizhi's heart now.

The thought of dying in such a ghost place, the heart of this dead fat man was filled with complex emotions including anger, fear, and sadness.

After synthesizing together, he finally turned into Huang Yizhi, and his mouth was full of resentment, and he roared out:

"I'm X, your surname is Hu, aren't you going to be a trainee commander, but you tell me what to do now? I don't want to die, I want to live......"

******

"How the hell do I know what to do, I want to live too! None of you used to be a commander for me, and now you're asking me what to do, I know your grandmother has a leg......"

When he heard such a sentence in his ears, Hu Biao, who was about to collapse under great pressure, roared wildly.

At this moment, he was about fifteen or sixteen meters away from Huang Yizhi, about fifteen or sixteen meters to the left, holding a scimitar in his hand, and he was constantly chopping.

The target is the palm of the opponent who is trying to climb the wall.

With each knife, half a palm, or a few fingers, was left on the bloodstained battlement, unspeakably bloody.

And under the sharp pain of the ten fingers and hearts, those unlucky eggs could no longer climb, and fell down screaming.

It's a pity that they couldn't fall to their death, because the corpses piled up in layers under the city gave them an excellent buffer, and they couldn't break people at all.

Hu Biao's mouth was full of resentful scolding, and he stopped halfway through the scolding.

Because at such a time, Xiucai came over violently, and directly staggered Hu Biao out of the way, almost hitting his head on the wall.

After Hu Biao, who was originally on fire, came back to his senses, he immediately wanted to go crazy; Because at such a time, he felt that he had nothing to fear.

What about the old pawn? Lao Tzu was also dying, even if he was not hacked to death by the Tubo people, he was especially crushed to death by the armor on his body.

He has been able to hold on until now, or after every battle, he is the result of lying on the ground and resting.

As a result, the scolding in his mouth came to his mouth, and he held it back.

Because he saw Xiucai's neck, which was pierced through the neck by a sharp arrow that was shot by means of a projectile; Now he was lying on the ground, holding his neck with one hand and dead.

In addition, on the ground next to Xiucai, several arrows were inserted.

Obviously, if Xiucai hadn't kicked him at a critical time, he might have fallen to the ground now.

Even the bright light armor on his body could theoretically block the arrows that were thrown up like this; But don't forget, this thing is not 360-degree protection without dead ends.

In a feeling in his heart that he couldn't tell whether he was guilty or moved, Hu Biao's mood fluctuated to the extreme.

He roared out of his mouth: "Fight to the death, kill these bastards, since you can't live anymore, you have to pull a few backs when you die." ”

As he spoke, the scimitar in his hand slashed down again, slashing at a brain that had just popped up.

After slicing through a leather helmet, it left a deep wound in the Celestial Spirit Cover.

At the same time, another group of reinforcements rushed to the city wall, but these people were not even logistics veterans, but some civilians with sticks in their hands.

Among them are businessmen with big bellies, orchids in beautiful short skirts, and even adult children.

They also know very well that for Qiuci City, a thorn in the eye and a thorn in the flesh, once it is broken by the Tubo, they will basically not survive.

It's barely alive, maybe it's better to die.

Anyway, by now, the blood in Qiuzi City is running dry......