When Hu Biao rushed to the distance from the main general of the Liao army, the two sides were only seven or eight steps away.

In fact, at this time, there were three ordinary Liao soldiers standing in front of him; In addition, beside the main general of the Liao army, there are also six mink hat guards.

Even the chief general of the Liao soldiers drew out a bright scimitar in his hand and was ready to fight, and he had a little strength at a glance.

However, at this time, AT took the stinky old fart, a rookie, and stabbed it obliquely from the left, and joined Hu Biao.

Finally, a three-person battle formation was formed, so that Hu Biao did not have to fight alone.

Although the rest of the team and Yue Fei and the others failed to rush to such a close position, they were also fighting desperately at the moment, dragging the Liao soldiers around them and unable to come to support.

Therefore, the number of Liao soldiers in front of him is still a lot more than his own three-person small battle array; But thinking that there is a 'sniper'-like old black and warehouse management support behind him, Hu Biao thinks that it is still quite dramatic.

For a while, Hu Biao's mood immediately became excited.

It's just that what he doesn't know is that he shouldn't have too much hope for the matter of bow and arrow support.

Because at a position of fifty or sixty meters behind them, a key arrow was shot just now, which was regarded as the warehouse pipe that allowed Hu Biao to get out of the embarrassing situation, and pulled out another arrow from the quiver that was half empty at his waist.

The tail of the arrow with the feather feather was once again placed on the bowstring.

Not only can you clearly see that the fingertips of this guy's right hand are full of blood, not to mention.

In the following time, after enduring the sharp pain in his fingers, gritting his teeth and pulling the bowstring, he pulled the bowstring a little, and his right arm trembled violently.

In the end, with a bitter face, the warehouse manager could only loosen the bowstring, and let a fluttering sharp arrow fly out of a few meters before falling to the ground.

After ejaculating from the beginning of the war to the present, this middle-aged greasy man is finally completely empty.

Of course, this doesn't mean that the warehouse manager can't do it; You must know that twenty arrows in one pot, the warehouse pipe has now shot three pots, and now the fourth pot is almost half shot.

To participate in the martial arts of the Tang Dynasty, the basic standard requirement for this kind of high-end selection is only to be able to shoot sixty arrows with a foot bow.

That's why Hu Cangguan can shoot so many arrows.

It's still a sharp arrow with all the bowstrings drawn, which is already quite good.

But even so, it doesn't mean that the excellent warehouse manager can rest now, he used his left hand, which felt slightly better, to pull out a simple knife for self-defense.

With a very useful tone in his mouth, he roared loudly:

"Lao Hei, you kid is younger, the most important thing is that he is not married, and he doesn't even have a girlfriend, so his physical strength is better, and his hands are a little stronger, and the rest of supporting Hu Biao's death on the street depends on you."

After saying that, he took three or four steps forward with the knife in his left hand and slashed hard.

Because up to now, the defense line formed by the corn and the singers has become more and more difficult to resist when the Liao soldiers rushed up to cut down the battle flag.

Although the melee ability of the warehouse management is a little worse, it is also a force, isn't it?

And after hearing the warehouse manager's advice, Lao Hei almost cursed.

Special! No matter how good his physical strength is, after shooting at least seventy or eighty arrows, he also has no strength in his right hand.

Besides, Lao Tzu is single and has a lot of strength in his right hand, so I eat the rice of your warehouse housekeeper.

I can be blamed for the fact that my body is too weak due to paying public food?

However, he complained in his heart, but Lao Hei gritted his teeth and shot an arrow, which knocked a Liao soldier who rushed towards Hu Biao with a howl, and shot it directly to the ground......

At the same time, at a distance of seventy or eighty meters from the battlefield.

The white-haired girl Ah Li has already ripped off her helmet and the leather band used to curl her hair.

Let a head of snow-white hair, while flying in the wind, with his biggest voice and the fullest emotion, he raised an iron horn of the same style as Hu Biao and sang loudly:

"The north wind blows, the snowflakes float ......"

It's been such a while, why does this girl sing like this, won't she be embarrassed? Of course it's embarrassing, Ah Li almost didn't give herself embarrassment at this time, the problem is that now she really has no other way.

Since she ran here, whether it is pleading, presenting facts and reasoning.

The defeated troops in front of them only put their hands in front of their faces, and their eyes did not look to this side, but they continued to move forward under their feet.

The vast majority of them, as if because of the previous successive defeats and flights, have consumed all their fighting courage and even their spirits.

So much so that now they all look like some walking dead who only instinctively flee.

There were also a small number of people who seemed to be going to participate in the battle, but after not knowing what to think of in their hearts, they continued to run.

In short, none of the routs turned to join the battle as Ali had expected.

Under the huge sadness in her heart, Ah Li could only hold a little expectation and made such a move, hoping to arouse the courage of a small number of people to fight in their hearts.

However, just as the Han army in the past should have used only one night of Chu Ge to disperse the army of Xiang Yu, the overlord of Chu; In Ah Li's singing, something happened that surprised even this white-haired girl.

A group of fleeing routs, the pace of fleeing under their feet is getting slower and slower.

In the end, a man dressed in a square face in the Western army completely stopped his steps; After spitting out a large mouthful of saliva, he drank loudly:

"Straight thief, how can this account be so embarrassing, if you want to run, you run, anyway, Lao Tzu won't run.

Isn't it because of these daring soldiers of the Xuange Battalion that they killed some generals in the Western Army and offended many people to death?

These guys are begging for their own death, complaining about others, and dying is in vain.

The brothers of the third capital obeyed the order, and now they will kill Liao dogs with me, they are all men with eggs, and they will die standing even if they die~"

In his cheers, only twenty or thirty people stopped at first, and after a complicated look flashed on their faces, they finally turned around and followed their heads, and walked towards the battlefield not far away.

Such an action of theirs also triggered more chain reactions in the future.

But after they moved, more and more of the routs joined them; In the end, in Ah Li's teary eyes, he saw about 2,000 routs inside and outside the forest, and they were all killed on the battlefield.

******

When the head of the Western Army turned around and led his soldiers towards the battlefield.

Hu Biao's battle there has also entered the most intense and critical moment.

He never thought that the Liao soldier commander would be so decisive, and after seeing that his subordinates around him were dragged by Yang Dongli and others, and they couldn't support him in a short time.

Without waiting for the battle formation formed by Hu Biao, AT, and Stinky Old Fart, he rushed up to kill more of his subordinates, and finally made himself a bare-bones general.

After already drinking a word in his mouth, he took the initiative to greet him along with the rest of his subordinates.

Seeing this, AT's eyes lit up, and the shield in his hand was thrown out by him.

Before a mink guard could react, he hit the bridge of the nose on his face; Under the comminuted fracture of the nose bridge, the guard covered his face and squatted.

Suddenly, most of the body of the Liao soldier commander behind him was exposed.

At that time, he didn't even think about it, Hu Biao's left hand just let go of the barrel of the gun, and beckoned a flying knife to the empty dang facing the door in front of him.

Hu Biao used a flying knife to shoot continuously, and it was already a scene where he killed several people in a row, and he had already fallen into the eyes of Da Bo.

He had already been on guard in his heart, squatting down in front of him, and the moment Hu Biao released the barrel of the gun with his left hand, he had already tied a shield to his right arm, directly blocking the front of his brain.

But what Da Bo didn't expect was that the shield soaked in tung oil in his hand and repeatedly dried rattan weaving to prevent the bow from shooting sharp arrows was now unable to stop even a flying knife.

In the splash of rattan cuttings, Da Bo didn't have time to react, and a flying knife with green light pierced deep into his forehead.

At least it was twelve or thirteen centimeters deeper, and only a little flying knife handle was left.

The next second later, this Bohai nobleman, whose brain was all broken, lost his life when he raised his head and fell.

After seeing such a scene, AT and the stinky old fart were ecstatic.

The difference is that AT, an old bird, immediately shouted in his mouth: "General Liao is dead, General Liao is dead, you don't want to put down your blade quickly~"

After the stinky old fart took a step slower, he originally planned to shout like this, but after thinking of something under a sudden spirit, he scolded Hu Biao:

"I said that there was always something wrong with me when I looked at your throwing knife.

Special! In the previous modern plane, all those things that stabbed me with throwing knives and stoned me and Ah Fen were all done by you to fight on the street, right? I'm XX you ......"

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