Time: One and a half minutes later.

Location: It is about 500 meters away from the high platform where Guo Xiang is currently trapped.

Hu Biao glanced at several Mo Dao Hands in the first row not far in front of him, and now the movements in his hands and the steps under his feet are somewhat deformed.

Suddenly in the heart, that is; 'Boom~' for a moment.

Because Hu Biao understands that it is obvious that these Mo knives are very inadequate in terms of physical strength and internal strength, and they have reached the limit.

Facing the tens of thousands of Mongolian troops that stood between the high platform and them.

Knowing that the following order he issued was just a way to quench his thirst, Hu Biao had to be ruthless and shouted out loud in his mouth:

"Note that after ten counts, the Mo knife hand in the first row retreats, and the Mo knife hand in the second row goes up again; Before going up, take the 'Dragon Tiger Pill' immediately, and other personnel are not allowed to take it at will without my order.

The countdown begins, ten, nine, eight......"

And after hearing Hu Biao's above order, all the netizens who are still surviving in the battle formation immediately changed color in unison.

Because under such an order, they are also aware of one thing:

This battle has only been fought so far, and there is still such a distance from the high platform, and the situation is already so bad that you need to take the 'Dragon and Tiger Pill', is it such an extremely bad state?

What's that! The Xuange Battalion has experienced several actual battles so far.

Therefore, Hu Biao and others are naturally well aware of some of the keys.

For example, in the three arms of Mo Knife Bearer, Spear Thrower, and Melee Fighter, although the three are complementary to each other, they belong to the state of indispensable.

But if you have to say, which of the above three types of troops is the most important on the battlefield?

Undoubtedly, of course, it is the sword and shield hand on the highest plane.

Their existence like a steel wall is the most critical point to ensure the integrity of the battle array.

As for the Mosaman, they are under the strong protection of sturdy armor; One of the most important things for them is physical and internal strength.

So in the battle, Hu Biao has always paid great attention to maintaining the rhythm of the battle.

Specifically, it is to let the Mo swordsmen who have a total of three rows stand in the front row, and often pay attention to rotation after two or three minutes of fighting.

It can make the Mo swordsmen who have just fought hard a little relieved.

Under normal circumstances, if they relied on such a rotation method, even if they didn't take the 'Dragon and Tiger Pill', the physical strength and internal strength of the Mo Dao Hands would basically be enough.

After all, if you want to exhaust the physical strength and internal strength of these Mo Dao Hands, I am afraid that the opponent will not be able to do it without dying so many or twenty thousand people.

And in the battles of such a feudal dynasty in ancient times, the vast majority of the armies.

After 10,000 or 20,000 people were killed in the battle, there was no way to continue the fight because of heavy casualties and low morale.

It's a pity that the situation on the battlefield today is obviously a bit extraordinary.

Since receiving the banner that it can be used, the Xuange battalion has begun to enter the battle.

The Mongols had suffered tens of thousands of casualties just before their big array, but God knows why? The Mongol army was still desperately killed.

And now they are still a mile away from the high platform.

The physical strength and internal strength of the Mo Dao Fighters were almost consumed seven or eight minutes earlier than the original plan.

It seems that he does not take the 'Dragon and Tiger Pill', such a tiger and wolf medicine that stimulates potential.

There is no way to push over the last mile left.

In desperation, Hu Biao could only use this method of taking drugs in turns, hoping to make the combat effectiveness of the battle array last a little longer.

insisted on the battle formation until he was killed under the high platform and saved Guo Xiang.

As for the question of what to do after saving people, they may also be unable to break through at that time?

Regarding such a point, it can only be hoped that Yang Donglian's group can kill one of the enemy chieftains of Meng Ge, thus triggering the rout of the Mongolian army.

In short, after Hu Biao's order was issued.

The Mo Dao Fighters in the second row who had only rested for about three minutes were full of calculations, but they had just gasped for breath a little, but their hands were still a little trembling.

With some bitter smiles, they lifted their visors one after another, and quickly stuffed a pill into their mouths.

By the time Hu Biao's mouth counted down, it was only the time when he counted 'three', and the powerful medicinal power had already played a role in their bodies.

In an instantaneous sense of rebirth, when Hu Biao counted 'one' in his mouth.

The Mo swordsmen in the second row have already stepped up like leopards.

Although there are already some gaps in the blade in his hand, the Mo knife that is still bright is aimed at the opponent who rushed up, and he slashed it down with the head of Qi Brush.

In an instant, sixty or seventy people were cut to pieces.

After taking two steps forward with the rhythm of the battle formation, facing a new group of Mongolian people who rushed up, the Mo knife in his hand was cut down with a brush, and dozens of people were put down.

That hands-on posture really has some feeling of cutting people like cutting vegetables.

Compared with the previous battle scenes, it can be said that he is more fearless of death; Because these Mo Dao Men who have just come up after taking drugs know that this is also their last madness.

Once the drug is exhausted and the sequelae come, it is the time for them to die.

Therefore, before that moment comes, why not kill a few more Mongolians, and count it as earning......

******

In the midst of the shouts of 'kill~', a spear in the hand of the rookie watchdog stabbed out like lightning from the small gap between the two Mo knife hands in front of him.

Moments later, the tip of the spear with an armor-piercing cone easily pierced a leather shield.

After stabbing into the shield, a height may be even one meter six is enough, but the body is quite stout, and the weight is more than two hundred pounds in the elite lower abdomen of the Mongolian people.

Should I say it or not, the elite of the Mongolian people is also fierce and tight.

After receiving such a serious injury, he still struggled and refused to fall.

Instead, he released the shield on his left hand and grabbed the barrel of the gun that had pierced into his lower abdomen; The arm of his right hand was raised, and he actually planned to throw an iron bone in his hand at the guard dog's skull.

Seeing this, the watchdog with a cruel smile on his face, held the spear with a pair of wrists that held the barrel of the gun in unison, and twisted the spear in his hand.

Don't look at such a simple action, but it is a wound in the lower abdomen of the elite of the Mengren, and it instantly produces an amazing sharp pain.

Except to wail and fall, he could no longer do anything.

At such a time, the watchdog took the spear in his hand with a stream of blood from the lower abdomen of the Mengman, gritted his teeth and pulled it out vigorously.

Because the part he stabbed just now was the opponent's lower abdomen, which had no bone structure; Therefore, there is no such thing as a gun that is stuck in the bone after the tip of the gun is pierced into it, and it is very difficult to draw the gun.

But it's just done, and this one isn't much after the hard shot action.

The watchdog, the squadron leader of a certain border armed Asir and the provincial combat instructor, still felt a tingling sensation on his arms.

But a spear, which was only fifteen or sixteen pounds, was now held in the hand of the guard dog.

But I feel that it weighs a thousand pounds, and it is indescribably heavy.

After feeling this, the watchdog's sweaty face under the visor immediately showed a bitter smile.

No way! At the beginning of this battle, his condition was slightly better, and he only needed to keep shooting arrows with a foot bow.

Although his archery skills are a little worse, fortunately, he can't stand the number of Mengren, and there are people everywhere.

Shoot an arrow casually, as long as it is not the right head to the sky, it can always hit a target; Achieve a shoot-to-kill, shoot-to-death result.

But as the battle array advanced step by step, the outermost group of Mo swordsmen continued to die in battle.

Originally, the Modaoist team with three rows gradually became two rows due to battle damage, and finally only one row now.

Even the last row of Mo Dao Hands, after forming a circle on the outermost part.

Because of the lack of quantity, it is far from being as strict as it was at the beginning.

In such a situation, these watchdogs, who belong to the melee personnel, either pick up a Mo knife and go up to it, maintaining the integrity of the battle formation.

Either they hold a spear and stab it out from time to time, which can be regarded as assisting the Mo swordsmen in battle.

lest the hurried Mo knife hand be taken advantage of by the opponents who rushed up intensively.

Anyway, until now, he didn't know how many Mongolian people who were going to rush in by stabbing to death with the spear that was originally stabbed behind him.

Five, or six?

Anyway, if you count the bows and arrows killed, the number of Mongols who died at his hands has exceeded twenty; A pair of arms don't look like their own, that's called a sore and numb ......

After drawing the spear back, the watchdog didn't have time to catch his breath.

A strange knife hand on the left hand side in front of him collapsed to the ground between his legs.

Instinctively, the watchdog stepped forward quickly, grabbed the other party's arm, and quickly glanced at the armor in front of the other.

found the position of the opponent's chest and abdomen, although it was like a porcupine full of arrows; But not a single arrow really went deep into it, and there was no obvious wound afterward.

The watchdog just knew that the man had no serious injuries at all, but was just out of strength.

As long as you take a break and eat and drink a little something, you will be a good man again.

But now on this battlefield, in such a constantly advancing battle array, how can anyone have the time and energy to continue to move forward with him?

However, such a comrade-in-arms who is not even a wounded, but just out of strength, will be abandoned?

Based on PLA's concept of not abandoning and not giving up, the watchdog simply can't let go of his hand for a while, and he can't do such a thing.

Instinctively, he supported this good man and continued to advance with the battle array.

After a step or two, a Mongolian man rushed towards such a gap with a face full of ecstasy.

Even when he was halfway through, he was stabbed obliquely by a strange knife hand on the edge of the gap, and half of his shoulder was removed.

It can be regarded as resolving the crisis of being broken through and disrupted by the battle array.

However, the watchdog also knows that this is not the way to go; If this gap is not plugged, there will be more Mongolian people charging from here.

There will always be a moment when someone will successfully rush in.

Just when this watchdog is in a dilemma, there are some times when he is indecisive.

Even when the one collapsed to the ground, he held the hand with his right hand, and the man with the knife handle covered with blood was all over the sentence.

With a serious wheezing sound, he roared out:

"Look, look at the hero, you don't care about me, there are no less than seventy or eighty Mongolian people who died in my hands today, which is already enough; If you continue to move forward, you must rush to the high platform and rescue Miss Guo Er.

Forward, forward, our Xuange camp has advanced and not retreated~"

At the end of the day, the man's mouth shouted frantically.

After hearing such a sentence, the watchdog instinctively let go of his hands; Not only did he let go of the spear in his hand and catch the heavy Mo knife.

He even let go of the man's body and let him sit on the ground like mud.

Then while taking a big stride forward, he held the hilt of the Mo knife with both hands, and when the first knife slashed down, it was to cut a Mongolian man who had just rushed up in half.

In an instant, a splash of blood poured on him.

After a large strand of them was poured on the helmet, it flew through the gaps in the armor to his face and eye sockets, causing everything in the watchdog's eyes to instantly turn blood-red.

Taking advantage of the gap between the next Mongolian people rushing up, he quickly turned his head and looked back after looking at the door.

Because of this time, he just wanted to play now, he didn't know what the man's name was, what was the nickname given by the Jianghu people?

At the same time, the watchdog also quickly took out the 'Dragon and Tiger Pill', which represents the last carnival, and put it into his mouth.

The result was a mouth, and the blood on his face was flowing into his mouth.

That huge, fishy, and sweet taste can be said to be very powerful.

Even so, without the slightest hesitation, the watchdog swallowed the pill mixed with half a mouthful of blood after chewing it a few times.

The whole process was so resolute.

The reason for this was that in the process of taking a quick look just now, he could clearly see that the man who had collapsed to the ground had already drawn a dagger with his trembling right hand.

Obviously, he didn't intend to fall into the hands of the Mongols alive.

Before the other party used the dagger to cut his neck, the watchdog couldn't bear to twist his head back.

What instantly emerged in the body was the physical strength and internal force that had been squeezed out after taking the 'Dragon and Tiger Pill'.

More than that, there was a huge flame of rage

"Brother, don't worry, I will definitely help you rush to that damn high platform and rescue the second girl of the Guo family." Gritting his back molars, the watchdog swore in his heart.

At such a time, they should still be 350 meters away from that high platform......

Unfortunately, the watchdog broke his promise.

When he was still nearly two hundred meters away from that high platform, his physical strength was not completely exhausted after taking the medicinal effect of the 'Dragon and Tiger Pill'.

But after only 150 meters of advancement, he was on the verge of dying.

It's not that this rookie is too vegetable, although this is the first time to participate in the mission, but based on the good physical fitness of the modern plane, combat skills, these.

After going through the mission world and cultivating for about half a year, the combat effectiveness is okay.

However, the closer they got to the high platform, the fiercer the resistance of those Mongolian armies became, and the number of hidden masters among them also increased.

Just a few seconds ago, he was confronted with an ordinary-looking Mongolian soldier.

After the watchdog screamed violently, the Mo knife in his hand slashed out again.

But he never thought that the speed of the Mengren soldier, who originally seemed to be ordinary, suddenly increased a lot, and approached like an arrow from the string

It turned out that this thing was another Mongolian master who pretended to be a small soldier.

is still extremely strong, far more than the kind of master of the watchdog.

Relying on the astonishing speed of the explosion, this person grabbed the Mo knife in the watchdog's hand before it fell, and directly grabbed the close position.

A palm in his hand swung out and hit the guard dog in the chest.

Then, when this Mongolian master wanted to continue to rush forward, a flying knife passed through a distance of more than ten meters, accurately avoided a dozen people, and then nailed it to his temple.

It turned out that Hu Biao threw a flying knife in an emergency, which can be regarded as solving a crisis in which the battle array was disrupted.

It's just that even so, it's time for the watchdog to receive a boxed lunch; In the split second of being struck by a palm, the watchdog's feet lifted off the ground and flew backwards......

(End of chapter)