(This chapter should be Chapter 654, I made a mistake, but I can't change it without permission, so please note it, it won't affect the viewing)

The distance is only 100 meters, and if Shi Poyu is replaced by usual, even if he doesn't use any light skills, he has been insisting on physical exercise after retiring, and he is confident that he can run in more than ten seconds.

But now, such a distance is like a moat that cannot be crossed for him.

I thought of the watchdog's almost pleading look before he died; and the huge surprise of the other party in an instant after he promised to come down.

For a while, Shi Poyu's heart was full of great unwillingness.

With this unwillingness in his heart, Shi Poyu used his last bit of strength to shout out a sentence of 'Lao Hu' in his mouth.

He also threw the Mo knife in his hand at Hu Biao, who threw the gun.

Because the trachea was almost completely severed, the 'old Hu' that Shi Poyu called out was called like a hoarse duck's 'quack' before he died.

I'm afraid that even if the language expert comes, there is no way to understand what this thing is calling in its mouth.

Hu Biao naturally didn't know that Shi Poyu was calling himself.

Fortunately, when he heard such a strange movement, coming from a position of about ten steps behind him, Hu Biao instinctively turned his head to take a look.

Immediately, I saw that the blade of the knife was full of dog-like chips, but the tip of the knife was still extremely sharp, and it was piercing at the door in front of him.

The scalp was numb, and he hurriedly lowered his head and dodged.

It was extremely thrilling to let the sharp tip of the knife pass, and reached out to grab the slippery handle that was full of blood, so it was almost out of his hand.

If you want to be a little slower by half a second, the Mo knife that flew over will be pierced in the back of his head.

After escaping this unexpected crisis, Hu Biao opened his mouth to scold.

Special! Fighting all the way to get here, is it easy for him?

He did not die under the spears and scimitars of the Mongols, nor by the arrows of the eagles, nor by the masters who mingled with the crowd of small soldiers.

The result? But he almost hung up in this knife from the back.

If that's the case, where is he going to reason?

It's just that Hu Biao's scolding came to his mouth, and he saw that the whole body was covered in blood, like a rookie who had just been fished out of the blood water.

Holding his neck with one hand, his fingertips were constantly bubbling with blood-red blood foam.

The arm of the other hand pointed to the high platform where Guo Xiang was; Because the visor was lifted, the exposed mouth was constantly opening and closing, but it seemed that it could not make a sound at all.

Therefore, he can only look at himself with his eyes, and his eyes are full of supplication.

The problem is that although Hu Biao didn't see the Mo knife in his hand, the process of changing hands several people in a row.

can't stand Hu Biao's goods, there are too many tasks he has participated in before and after, and similar scenes and situations have been encountered more than once?

Just holding the Mo knife in his hand, he looked at Shi Poyu and even brought a pleading look, and he understood what this rookie was asking for.

After hesitating for a moment, Hu Biao nodded his head and promised to help him fulfill such a wish.

Looking at Hu Biao's nodding action, Shi Poyu clearly felt what kind of mood the other party was after agreeing to the watchdog just now.

In short, when the pressure on the heart is only a little relaxed.

Suddenly he felt a great feeling of tiredness appear out of thin air, and then like a tidal wave.

His eyelids were as heavy as mountains, and his whole body was as soft as cotton; couldn't help but close his eyes, and the whole person fell forward.

By the time a face touched the blood-stained ground, between his noses, there was no breathing......

"Special! What kind of is this? ”

After glancing at Shi Poyu's death, his expression was still peaceful, and he immediately scolded Hu Biao in his mouth.

There are many reasons for his mood to be anxious.

Not only because this goods is very clear, after taking over this Mo knife, it is equivalent to taking over the responsibility and commitment on Shi Poyu's shoulders.

The bigger reason is how will they act as a living person in the next time?

In fact, when he was cut off his trachea, fell to the ground on both knees, and fell to his knees, there was only one last obsession left in his heart, and he didn't notice some problems on the battlefield:

First, on today's battlefield, these Mongolian armies are very abnormal.

Such an abnormality refers to their surprisingly high morale, which is unbelievably high.

Even if it's because of the last ten or twenty years.

The Mongolian army fought from the east to the west, all of which were the result of invincibility, and the Mongolian army had long cultivated a terrifying high morale in the glorious victories one after another.

But until now, not to mention the Song army led by Guo Jing and others.

Just after the division of the Xuange battalion, the battle formation of more than 1,200 people led by Hu Biao killed and injured 30,000 or 40,000 Mongolian troops.

All things considered, it means that the Mongols have suffered at least forty percent of the casualties in the troops they have invested around the high platform.

Under such a terrible casualty, the remaining army, including a considerable part of the Han army in the north, still killed them regardless of life and death, and still maintained a strong morale.

Regarding such a scene, Hu Biao and they are very nonsense and incomprehensible.

In Hu Biao's observation, he still faintly found something wrong.

That is, in the eyes of every soldier on the Mongolian side, there is some red light that is not too obvious; It's like being beaten with chicken blood and completely getting on the head.

It is naturally impossible for so many people to fight chicken blood.

But what if the Mongolian people changed the way, got something similar to the 'stimulant' effect, and let the army take it in advance?

Considering that this is a martial arts world, and the ghost of the system's grandson, there are really some possibilities.

Otherwise, there is really no way to explain why these Mongolian people are so terrible in terms of morale.

Second, at the current position where Shi Poyu fell, if you continue to move forward twenty or thirty meters, it is actually a trench and earthen wall dug by those Mongolian people along the perimeter of the high platform.

In the position behind the trench, the number of defenders on the Mongolian side was already small.

That is, on the high platform, King Jinlun himself stood with six esoteric monks; In addition, on the edge of the pedestal of the high platform, there are three or four hundred Mongolian elites.

The earthen wall is only one meter two or three high, and the depth and width of the trench are not clear for a while because of the obstruction of the earthen wall.

However, based on the amount of earthwork that was piled up on the excavation wall, the width and depth of this trench should be quite limited, and the top of the sky is only two meters.

All in all, at first glance, it seems that there is some good news.

However, Hu Biao's current situation is also quite unoptimistic.

If it was replaced by normal times, such a little obstacle would not be a matter at all for the heroes of the Xuange Camp.

It's just that at this moment, when the war originally started, there were more than 1,200 people in the battle formation.

The number of survivors is only 812, and a third of them have already been killed in battle.

Even among the surviving personnel, almost half of them have more or less injuries on their bodies, and their physical and internal strength are about to be exhausted.

And among the survivors, almost half of them have already taken the 'Dragon Tiger Pill'.

Even from the time of taking the medicine, there are quite a few heroes among them, and the damned sequelae are coming.

At that time, these heroes will not talk about fighting, and they will not even have the strength to move.

Therefore, if Hu Biao didn't want such a group of heroes under his command to be wiped out today.

Then relying on the remaining personnel who did not take the 'Dragon and Tiger Pill', defending against earthen walls and trenches, and holding on until the Mongolian side retreated, it was the best choice.

The question is, what should Guo Xiang do in this case?

After ensuring that the battle formation relied on the earthen wall to defend and the necessary number of personnel, the number of personnel who could be dispatched was probably only twenty or thirty.

With such a small amount of manpower, the Golden Wheel Dharma King alone is almost an unsolvable general problem.

Not to mention that there are some masters and more than 300 elite soldiers around him.

As for Huang Yaoshi, Guo Jing, Zhou Botong and other masters, they are still in a farther position.

led an army that was now less than 10,000 in number, and was fighting desperately with the Mongols; After a long battle, the generals were also a little exhausted, and there was no way to come to support.

And what is the situation of a phalanx led by Lao Yang, Lao Hei, War Elephant, Xu Feng and others?

Because the distance was too far away, and there were dense figures around, Hu Biao was not very clear.

Anyway, in the current war, under the development of some mistakes, an extremely realistic problem is placed in front of Hu Biao and others.

With a few of their remaining old birds, plus more than twenty masters, can Guo Xiang be saved from the hands of the Golden Wheel Dharma King and the three hundred Mongolian elites?

Frankly speaking, Hu Biao has no confidence at all.

Because in their original plan, the Golden Wheel Dharma King, a tough opponent, had a specific way to deal with it.

Either rely on the battle formation of the Xuange battalion, and after the overall advancement, rely on the strength of the battle array to eliminate it; After all, hundreds of throwing spears infused with internal force beckoned to the past, or a row of Mo knives swung around and slashed down in unison.

Don't say anything about the Golden Wheel Dharma King, even the Diamond Wheel Dharma King has to kneel on the spot.

Either wait until Yang Guo, Xiaolongnu, and the ugly eagle appear, and let these masters of the same level fight and smash their brains, they just need to assist.

However, don't know what went wrong?

The battle formation advanced to its current position, and because of the huge casualties and losses, it was impossible to move forward, and this is just that.

But why is it that now, Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu, as well as his birds, are not right! It should be his carving, and there is no movement until now?

Isn't this forcing them to force a bunch of eggs to collide with the Golden Wheel Dharma King's stone?

Thinking that between the two sides, there was no level of combat effectiveness at all, and for a while, Hu Biao really couldn't make the determination to take about 20 people across the earthen wall and trench, and kill them to save people.

But what he never expected was that the Golden Wheel Dharma King helped him make up his mind......

******

Just when Hu Biao was a little undecided in his heart and didn't know how to choose.

Suddenly, the Golden Wheel Dharma King, who was standing on a high platform, picked up a burning torch from the side of his hand; A dodge hid behind Guo Xiang.

He poked out his head and yelled at this side:

"Hu Biao, Hu Daxia, and other heroes of the Xuange camp, listen, if you don't want Guo Xiang's female doll to be burned to charcoal by the fire, then immediately retreat to a mile away.

The old man will start counting dozens now, and if you don't retreat at that time, you will immediately set the fire on fire.

Ten, Nine, Eight~"

If you look closely, you can clearly hear that in the tone of the Golden Wheel Dharma King, a Mongolian national teacher, it is very full of some nervousness and the taste of lust and inwardness.

That's right! At this moment, King Jinlun is in such a panicked mood.

is different from Hu Biao in the battle formation, and he can clearly feel that his team has reached the end of a strong crossbow.

But from the Golden Wheel's point of view, it's not the same thing at all.

No matter how amazing this person is in martial arts, his understanding of all kinds of battle formations is quite limited.

Anyway, in his eyes, these people in the Xuange camp were too strong; Especially after forming a battle formation, it is simply outrageously strong.

Under the siege of an army of 100,000, there are even many condor archers and martial arts masters hidden in the army.

However, with the cooperation of a variety of weapons such as knives, throwing guns, and throwing axes in the hands of these people, all the efforts of this side seemed to rush to the water flow of the boulder in the river.

It looked like a huge momentum, but in the blink of an eye, it was smashed into a splash.

In short, after seeing with my own eyes such a small phalanx as the Xuange battalion, under the encirclement and interception of dozens or hundreds of times the troops, it was killed with an irresistible scene.

Frankly speaking, now, the Golden Wheel Dharma King, who has been living for more than 70 years, is really a little frightened.

For the first time, he felt that on the battlefield, even with his world-class martial arts, he was still so small.

The main thing is that he put himself in his shoes and thinks about it, if he is facing the battle formation of the Xuange Battalion, what will be the result?

What else could it be? Will die, die miserably

Under so many throwing guns and slashing with Mo knives, Dingtian killed and injured one or twenty people, and then he died.

Therefore, after seeing that the battle formation of the Xuange camp had advanced all the way, it was now only a hundred and ten meters away from this high platform.

Under an unprecedentedly strong fear of death, King Jinlun was panicked in his heart.

He is now such a tall and thin figure, but he is shrunk behind the younger Guo Xiang, and his appearance looks a little weird; It wasn't that he was worried about the Xuange camp, and suddenly beckoned over a hundred and ten throwing guns.

King Jinlun asked himself that he might be able to block one wave, but after two or three waves, there was absolutely no luck.

Based on the above reasons, this monk made such a threat that if Hu Biao did not take people to retreat, he would directly ignite the threat.

Compared with his small life, the matter of accepting Guo Xiang as an apprentice to teach the mantle seems to be no longer important.

In short, this is a coincidence that the two sides of the high platform actually have a situation: hemp stalks fight wolves, and the two ends are afraid......

"Special! Isn't Yang Guo the protagonist, now let's call it a what's going on; Could it be that he held back for sixteen years to find the little dragon girl, but he was so busy that his legs were weak and he was late?

Brother Xiao Yang, you understand this thing, but that's not how it works? ”

When the sound of the Golden Wheel Dharma King's mouth constantly counting down reached his ears one by one, Hu Biao complained in his mouth with a huge depressed mood.

What he didn't expect was that the monk of the Golden Wheel Dharma King was so resolute.

After the number of ten was counted in a very short period of time, he didn't talk about any nonsense and conditions.

With an indescribable madness in his eyes, he let go of the torch in his hand and let it fall on the pile of firewood and grass piled up under the high platform.

Although the firewood and grass were not drizzled with vegetable oil or other substances, they had already become extremely dry under the sunny sun for several days.

The torch just fell on it, and in the blink of an eye, a fire was ignited.

After a short while, the scale of that fire head spread, and the rolling heat wave even made the three hundred elite soldiers around them have to get out of the way.

If it really goes on like this, I'm afraid that after three or five minutes at most, the entire high platform will turn into a large sea of fire, and Guo Xiang, this girl, will also receive a box lunch.

The rescue task related to the second link is also completely finished.

It is precisely in this way that Hu Biao finally made up his mind when he had no choice:

Since Yang Guo didn't come, then everything has to rely on himself; Not to mention that he can save Guo Xiang's sister from the hands of King Jinlun, it is also to reduce the fire to some extent, delay for a while and wait for a miracle to appear.

At this time, Hu Biao, who was outside the battle formation and acted as a Mo swordsman, just led the team to the edge of the earthen wall.

In a hurry, a string of orders were already shouted out of his mouth: "Zhang Yimin, take your brothers to fight here, and try to survive as many people as possible."

Hold the line as the top priority, and if you can pull your hand, you can support us with a throwing gun.

If not...... I can't. ”

After shouting such a sentence, without waiting for Zhang Yimin to agree, Hu Biao's mouth began to shout again, and he pointed out a string of names like a machine gun:

"AT, Fengrui, Wild Ghost, Big Fish, Li San, Chen Tang, Fenghuahui, Shengying Shitai, Dog Meat Toutuo, Han Wujian ......"

In such a breath, after pointing out the names of a total of twenty-seven old birds and masters, he paused a little in his mouth, and added another sentence:

"Come with me and rescue Miss Guo Er."

After that, he had already jumped high, and with a little bit of strength on the earthen wall, he jumped over the two-meter-wide trench and rushed towards the high platform.

When the person was still in mid-air, he took out a 'Dragon and Tiger Pill' in his hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

Truly! He had sworn by a gambling curse that he would never eat this thing in the future.

It's just that others are not iron-beaten, and now there is not much physical strength and internal force left in the body; If you fight with the Golden Wheel Dharma King in such a state, wouldn't it be a?

And among the twenty-seven people who jumped up one by one behind him, one was counted as one, and almost all of them made the same action......

Speed up a little bit later

(End of chapter)