Chapter 125: The Commander of the Flowing Water
I saw Hu Biao holding the explosives bag, which was after rushing forward.
Xu Feng, AT and the others were stunned for a moment, and they had already reacted; This commander who is dead on the street actually made such a desperate choice.
In a hurry, they simply didn't have time to stop it.
can only accept the facts, and in front of the temporary defense line of the Tartars, the soldiers and civilians who are fighting with the Tartars shouted frantically:
"Get out of the way, get out of the way~"
When more people turned their heads after hearing this, they saw such a situation.
Suddenly, they had different reactions; Up to now, whether it is the Tartars or the soldiers and civilians of the Ming Dynasty, they also have a clear understanding of the power of the explosives package.
Some of them were soldiers and civilians, instinctively, running in the direction of left, right and rear.
Try to dodge the explosives pack, the explosion is amazingly powerful.
But there are still some personnel who fight to the death in front of the Tartar formation; For example, now they are covered in blood, and they are now covered in blood to try 100 households Xie Gui and Master Xie.
He glanced back quickly at the exclamation in his ear.
When I saw the scene of Hu Biao holding the explosive bag and rushing all the way, I already understood what Hu Biao planned to do now.
It's just that after understanding, he waved a big knife captured from the Tartar in his hand, but it was in front of Hu Biao, and instead of retreating, he continued to rush towards the Tartar's defense line with Hu Biao.
Why? That's because the Tartars aren't stupid.
Seeing the scene of Hu Biao holding the explosive bag and rushing all the way, he was already a tartar who had suffered two big losses in a row, and he almost didn't go crazy at that time.
There may be only one thought in my heart: I am dying! Here comes again~
The Nikans could hide, but they couldn't, because that would make them rely on the formation that would soon collapse completely, and the commanders of the Chinese army behind them would be greatly threatened.
So for a while, they could only think about how to block Hu Biao.
Immediately, sharp arrows, iron bones, throwing axes, throwing spears, and even weapons in hand; As if they didn't want money, they threw it in the direction that Hu Biao came from.
In such a situation, someone must help Hu Biao block it.
Therefore, in the blink of an eye, Xie Gui, who was in front of Hu Biao, received seven or eight blows, and one of the throwing guns directly nailed him to death.
To be honest, if he hadn't helped block a wave, it would be Hu Biao who would have been crucified now.
In the end, looking at the back of Hu Biao, who had crossed him and continued to move forward, Xie Gui, who had already killed two Tartars in a row in the previous battle, muttered a sentence in a voice that he could only hear:
"Thank you, Master Hu and Brother Hu Biao.
In this life, I thank you if you don't pay it back, then you will continue to pay it back in the next life~"
Xie Gui, who just muttered the above sentence in his mouth and swallowed his last breath, what he didn't know in his heart was that Brother Hu Biao was also a difficult batch now.
The frightened Tartar beckoned too many attacks.
Even if Xie Gui helped him block some of the deadliest, he was hit several times in the time he didn't blink his eyes.
Especially the iron bone that smashed in his chest, definitely broke several of his ribs.
And the sharp cut of the broken ribs should have pierced into his soft organs, otherwise why would his internal organs feel such an inhuman pain.
Every time I took a step forward, it felt like I had a knife, and I was constantly poking hard.
There was also a trail of blood, which flowed down the corner of his mouth where he bit the burning firewood, and it seemed that the flow was quite large.
But even so, Hu Biao's footsteps did not stop, and continued to stagger; In the eyes of the Tartars, who had thrown away their weapons, they were getting closer and closer.
Finally, after a loud explosion.
In this camp, the last strict defense line of the Tartars, a little to the left, dozens of Tartars and more than a dozen soldiers and civilians were swept away together.
The personnel in the farther positions, although they were not overturned to the ground, were also staggered one by one.
Their originally strict formation was completely messed up at this time.
And Hu Biao, the street commander at the center of the explosion, couldn't even find a slightly larger part immediately, and completely dissipated into this world.
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At the moment when the huge explosion sounded, the other surviving netizens didn't even have time to grieve at this time, and the keyboard tapping sound of an old-fashioned typewriter in their brains sounded in their brains again.
But the content that came with it wasn't the kind of release task they were familiar with.
Or maybe it's a hint that you've completed a task.
Rather, it was a temporary notice: "Urgent notice, because the trainee commander Hu Biao died in battle, the system selects one person from the current remaining personnel as the temporary acting commander."
After being randomly selected by the system, Little Whirlwind will take on the role of Temporary Commander.
After hearing such a notice, Yang Dongli, Wolf Qing, Fengrui, Old Snake, AT and other surviving netizens scolded in their mouths:
"~"
After hearing such a sentence, Xu Er didn't know what was in his heart, and even his eyes turned red.
It looked like a hungry wolf at the end of his rope.
As a result, he lost his mind, and was cracked by an axe from a tartar on the left, cutting off half of his skull that he had carefully combed with vegetable oil before leaving.
Not to mention what Xu Er thought of, he would react so much.
Yang Dongli and the others scolded indignantly, not because this temporary commander's personnel was not actually born from a group of old birds.
It's not even the rookies they are optimistic about such as Old Snake and Xu Er.
On the contrary, it is a little whirlwind, an honest man in his forties, who is said to be an ordinary junior employee of a certain company.
Joke! After several battles before and after, there is no difference between old birds and rookies among everyone, if there is, it is just that a group of old birds need to undertake some more difficult combat tasks in the battle.
What really left them speechless was that they felt the strong malice of the system.
Because the last two explosives packets have one on the back of the little whirlwind; One was on the back of the wolf green, just waiting for those cavalry to kill them, and then surprise them.
The system is such a practice, in Hu Biao, a former commander, who has just finished blowing himself up.
This is completely pushing the little whirlwind, and this successor commander is holding the explosives bag, completely afraid that they will die a miserable rhythm enough.
In fact, it is also like this, that honest person in the eyes of colleagues and friends.
the wreckage in the eyes of the wife and the coolie in the eyes of the boss; The only position in this life is to get a little whirlwind of 'so-and-so parent' from the child.
I never thought that the name of the temporary commander would fall on me.
After a second or two, I thought of what Hu Biao had done just now; After this honest man was forced to be anxious, he also forced out the ruthlessness in his heart.
After taking a quick look at the side, he directly picked up a piece of arm that I don't know if it was a tartar or a burning arm of my own personnel.
With this as the source of fire, under the banner of the Tartar Chinese army, he also killed the enemy chief of Baiyintu.
A sentence roared out of his mouth: "Chong, Chong, Chong, kill the Tartar officials, avenge Hu Biao's brother, the dead family, and the old folks......"
"Revenge, revenge for Brother Hu Biao." In Li Siping, the little herald appointed by Hu Biao also shouted with a crying voice.
wiped a handful of his face, not knowing if it was his own or other people's blood.
Then, carrying the hoe that was taller than himself, he killed it towards the banner of the Tartar army.
Soon after, the shouts of 'avenge Hu Biao's brother' rang out, and Hu Biao's death in battle not only did not make their morale plummet, but became more vigorous.
"Stop that Nikan with the dynamite bag, kill him for me, kill him quickly." Seeing the worship picture of such a scene, his mouth roared wildly.
When he shouted such a sentence, the guards around him could hear the violent tremor in his voice, which was born of fear.
No way! When the explosion occurred, there were only twenty or so guards in front of him.
On other battlefields, the twenty or so elite guards have a kind of confidence in winning the battle against the Ming family with more than 100 people.
But, in the face of the rabble in front of him, he felt a fear that seemed to come from his soul; He still has a great life, and he doesn't want to die here.
It's just that the last bit of courage in my heart didn't let Bai Yintu escape.
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