"No~" is like the modern plane, those bloody court dramas, the brothers who are entangled in feelings.

When he saw the scene of Fu Chaheng and the last of his elites being flown up like rags in the midst of that huge explosion.

The third-class viscount of the Tartars bowed to Yintu, with a painful expression and a sad heart, and shouted such a sentence in his mouth.

Saying! When the three-eyed guns in the hands of Xu Feng and the others opened fire in unison, Bai Yintu, who also realized that he couldn't let the opponent and rushed in at the opportunity, also led a group of people to rush over.

It's just that compared to Fu Chaheng, his location was a little farther away at that time.

As a result, it was discovered that the last elite of Niu Lu under his hand was almost completely abolished by a guy, and this thing still wanted to continue to rush over under a huge distress.

Thinking about blocking all the opponents who rushed in, they all blocked the outside.

Saying! Even now, this Tartar commander is quite clear in his thinking, and knows that if he fights strictly in the camp, they will have an advantage.

However, his guards did not dare to let their masters take risks at all.

The main thing is the explosives pack tactics of Hu Biao and others, which is a terrifying combat method that they have never been exposed to before entering the customs this time.

The ferocious result of killing a bunch of people at every turn, no matter how many layers of armor you wear, as long as you are approached, really makes their hearts furious.

In the face of the power of this kind of terrorist attack, they really have little confidence that they can protect their masters in such a situation.

Immediately, under the unanimous cognition, he forcibly dragged the Baiyin map and retreated towards the position of the banner of the Chinese army behind.

Get as far away from the front line as possible, lest the master be hurt by the explosives pack.

Feeling that the guards were dragging him back, that kind of posture that spared no effort, Bai Yintu could only change his mind; Then at this time, he saw Hu Biao, and Hu Biao also saw him.

Suddenly, in the gaze as if it were substance, Bai Yintu finally knew who his opponent was tonight.

After a burst of inexplicable fear in his heart, Bai Yintu was a little annoyed and angry, because he had already learned the information of Hu Biao's brother from some captive people.

That was just ten days ago, and he was just an ordinary Ming military household, what qualifications did such an ant-like figure have to make him, a member of the Tartar clan, fearful.

He did not allow himself to be afraid of such little people, and suddenly roared in his mouth:

"Aote, Aote! You must take people and drive these Ming troops out.

Then hold on to the camp, and wait until dawn to doom these rabble-pounded Nikans. ”

Under this order, the only one left under his command is Zhenaote; Immediately beckoned to the Tartars around him and quickly approached him.

When there were twenty or thirty people gathered around him, he had to take people to meet him and drive out Hu Biao and the others who had just rushed in.

Then, Bai Yintu turned to his own personal guard commander again, and his mouth roared:

"Hao Sheli, take a hundred men on my horse, go around in a circle and block the back roads of these Nikans, and I will let them all die here tonight."

The reason for issuing such an order is that Bayintu has preliminarily estimated the comparison of the forces of the two sides in a very short period of time.

On the side of the Ming army, those who were passing through the intersection and rushed in were about 300 people, although the other three directions were also shouting and killing, some people faintly rushed over.

But now, the battle that took place is not very fierce, and it is nothing more than some containment sheep attack, and there are only 150 people in the sky.

All that adds up, that's 450 people, and many of them don't even have proper armor or weapons.

On the contrary, even though more than 100 people had died at the entrance, there were still more than 700 warriors with yellow flags in the entire camp.

The only drawback is that their strength of more than 700 people is slightly dispersed.

However, with their combat effectiveness, they will never be able to defeat these Nikan people in front of them; So now, this Tartar commander still has quite confidence in his heart.

It was only at such a time that the mutation in the camp occurred again......

******

Feng Rui and the other people in the camp have been reluctant to do anything, what are they waiting for? Of course, I'm waiting for the best time to do it.

As for the best time to get your hands dirty, when is it?

When the 7.2 kilogram of black powder explosives bag sounded in his ears, the wild explosion sound, Feng Rui clearly realized one thing:

Boy! Now is the time.

About two meters away, a Tartar guard guarding them instinctively turned his head to look in the direction of the explosion.

Sharply burst into flames, and pounced on the tartar; At the same time, he roared out of his mouth: "Do it, the villagers will kill the Tartars together~"

After hearing the movement around him, the Tartar guard hurriedly turned around with his knife in hand.

But it was too late, and he was already close to his sharpness, holding the left thigh of the Tartar guard with both hands, and when he pulled down hard, his shoulder was also pushed hard.

The move he used was exactly one of the moves he learned to grapple with when he served in the armed SPR team:

Hold your leg and fall against the top.

Facts have proved that the grappling fist has been popularized a lot among the relevant personnel in the modern plane, and there are some quite practical combat.

The Tartar guard swung his sword, but he didn't succeed in cutting the sharp.

Just after losing his balance under his feet, he fell heavily to the ground.

At that time, after the back of his head was hit on the ground, the Venus that came out of the collision did not completely dissipate, and he looked at the soles of one of Fengrui's big feet, which were getting bigger and bigger in front of his eyes.

Eventually, the tartar was stamped three times in a row by Sharp in his fragile throat.

Clutching his throat, this tartar no longer has the slightest ability to act and fight back.

He could only look at Feng Rui in horror, picked up the long knife he had dropped to the ground, and chopped off a few of his fingers with one knife, and cut off his trachea along the way.

Because at the same time as the knife chopped down, Feng Rui's hand was too hard, and immediately the blood splashed up splashed on his face, and many flew into his mouth.

It's just that today's sharp is no longer a rookie who vomited in the last mission in Qiuzi City.

Especially under the current special circumstances, he even felt some indescribable pleasure, and there was a taste of 'ambition to eat Hulu meat, laugh and drink Hun blood'.

Then, this one, with a bloody long knife in his hand and a bloody face on his face, turned his head to look around, intending to find the next opponent.

It's just that he couldn't find a target to attack in a short time and at close range.

Because he could now see that in less than seven or eight seconds when he had killed a Tartar, there was already a mess around him.

All the people who had been suppressed for a long time with anger, hatred, and fear were frantically fighting with the Tartars, and it was completely a life-for-life posture.

To his left, only five or six meters away.

The spear in the hand of a Tartar has completely pierced the stomach of a middle-aged man, and the sharp tip of the spear is the one that shines through the back.

But the man clung to the barrel of his gun, and even though he kept vomiting blood from his mouth, he would not allow the tartar to draw his weapon.

The other fat man, dressed in a satin robe and dressed as a rich man, used his chubby arms to lock the Tartar's arms behind him.

In the interval between the stalemate between the three of them, Jiang Laohan held a stone of six or seven catties in both hands, and smashed it desperately at the skull of the tiger gun tartar.

One, two, three.

smashed the Tartar's skull and smashed it all over its head and face covered with blood, and its mouth was full of horror and screaming.

Even in the following time, after Jiang Laohan was kicked to the ground by the Tartar, the dry old man still got up quickly, regardless of the blood stains on the corners of his mouth.

Holding the stone that still refused to let go even when he fell, he continued to smash it, and it was estimated that he would not let go until the head of the tartar was completely smashed.

A little farther away, a tartar lying on the ground, in a frantic struggle.

For beside him, not only were there two dead people, but also a woman was lying on top of him, biting his throat.

No matter how the tartar was beaten, the woman refused to let go, and soon the movement between the two became smaller and smaller.

Thinking about it, both of them are at the last moment when their vitality is about to be cut off.

A little farther away, the Zhao butcher who had killed cattle and sheep for them, ignored his freshly severed left hand, and used a short knife that had just been snatched in his right hand.

Piercing the gap in the Tartar armor in front of him, he stabbed it in.

By the time the short knife was drawn, the blade was already full of blood-red color.

In short, the Tartar guards, who had only fifty or sixty men, were overwhelmed by ten times as many people in a very short time.

And some of the Tartars guarding the upper edge of the left position of the chariot formation did not dare to rush over for a while, but only dared to shoot arrows from a distance and continue to shoot the people, but they did not dare to rush over.

In the blink of an eye, these Tartar guards were about to die.

There were many Tartar guards, and in the eyes of the dying before they died, there was a strong doubt and incomprehension in addition to that great fear.

They really couldn't figure out why these meek Ming people, who were originally as weak as rabbits in their eyes, would break out into such a fierce battle.

They're wolves, predators......

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