A Jin Army crossbowman wearing leather armor, with tears in his eyes, stood beside the dying Jin Army crossbowman. He was pushing the crossbow to the ground, pulling the crossbow string with his hand, cocking the crossbow, and shouting.
Said: "Captain, hold on, I will resist the thieves!"
However, how can it be so easy to load a crossbow temporarily? The reason why crossbows are not as popular as bows and arrows on the battlefield is that it takes too long to load and draw the string. No matter how skilled the crossbowman is, he can only shoot two arrows per minute.
At the same time, a good archer can shoot six to ten arrows. Seeing those Yan Army gunners who were knocked to the ground struggling to get up from the ground, this Jin Army crossbowman was unarmed, even if he was on the ground.
If the string is broken, it only has one arrow, and it is impossible to fight at all.
The dying Jin Army crossbowman suddenly realized the situation. His hand loosened and the crossbow he held fell to the ground. He didn't know where he came from, but he firmly grabbed the spear on his stomach.
, pulled it out suddenly, and this time, half of his chopped spleen was pulled out together with the spear tip, blood spurted out like a waterfall, and his short spear was handed over to the crossbow-wielding companion beside him.
In his hand, accompanied by his last voice: "Er Mao, kill the thief!"
Er Mao let out a mournful hiss: "Captain!"
And the crossbow he stepped on with his foot also fell to the side. This short spear was stained with the captain's blood, and there were even a few short pieces of heartbroken in the blood groove in the blade. At this moment, it became a life-saving weapon.
As his only weapon, he shouted loudly, stepped forward, and struck out with the blood spear like lightning, impartially, and pierced a large bloody hole in the chest of a Yan Army spearman who had just stood up.
The spearman of the Yan Army widened his eyes, pressed his left hand on his chest, and held on to the spear tightly without letting go. When he was about to die, he also relied on the instinct of a warrior to drag him away.
Holding the enemy's weapon, Ermao gritted his teeth, let go of his hand, and abandoned the spear in his hand. However, he made a move like lightning. From the right hand of the Yan Army spearman, he grabbed the spear body that was about to stab him, and suddenly
With a strong pull, the spear was directly in his hand.
The other two Yan Army spearmen had already rushed over from behind the man who was stabbed to death first. They also shouted: "Hubal, Hubal!" That was obviously the name of the guy who was stabbed to death.
As fellow comrades, their minds were already burning with the fury of revenge. They even ignored the arrows and stones flying in the air and rushed towards Er Mao as fast as possible.
In Er Mao's hand, he held the short spear he had just snatched upside down, and the two bright spear points were already less than three feet away from him. At this time, he was completely unable to block it. In desperation, he grabbed Huba
Although the man was already dead, his last muscle memory before death still made him hold on to the spear handle tightly, making the bloody spear that killed him become a part of his body.
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Relying on the tail handle of the short spear, Er Mao actually turned Hubal's body half a foot around, just blocking the path of the two spears that were stabbing him. He only heard a "pop" sound.
There was a sound. From his angle, he could clearly hear the terrifying sound of the spear piercing the armor and slicing the flesh, severing the tendons and bones, and a strong force passed through Hubal's body, pushing him directly and falling backwards.
, until it lands.
The bloody spear on Hubal's chest pressed tightly against Er Mao's chest. Although it was a spear handle, combined with the momentum of the thrust and Hubal's weight of more than one hundred kilograms, it almost instantly fell.
The spear broke Er Mao's chest and ribs, and there was only a "bang" sound, and the spear handle broke on his chest, making him unable to breathe.
Although it was just one person pressing Er Mao, Er Mao felt that the entire Mount Tai was pressing on his chest. Let alone movement, even breathing became a luxury. And the huge pain and fighting
Ermao's vision and consciousness became a little blurred due to the fatigue that had lasted for a long time, and even the shouts of death from the outside world became quiet.
Er Mao's consciousness suddenly woke up from the chaos and numbness after a few drops of blood. He opened his eyes, only to find Hubaer staring straight at him with his eyes. There seemed to be a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth. If
It wasn't that there was no breath left in his mouth and nose, Er Mao would even think that he was still trying to save his last breath and wanted to say to himself: "Come with me on the road, Wu'er!"
The roars of the two Yan army spearmen sounded behind Hubal. Although they were in Xianbei language, Er Mao could still clearly know that they must be shouting: "Go to hell!"
Because, he could clearly feel that the weight of Mount Tai on his body had also disappeared. Hubal's stern face disappeared from his eyes, and what he saw instead was a bearded man.
, wearing a black eyepatch, a head as big as a butthead, and in his hand, he raised a bloody spear tip, ready to stab.
Er Mao acted almost instinctively. He thrust the short spear upwards with his left hand. This time, it was thrust directly under the skirt of the Yan Army spearman, and stabbed fiercely from between his legs.
Entering the abdominal cavity, where the armor cannot reach, and the most vulnerable part of the human body, there is almost no obstacle to the thrust of this spear.
Even Ermao, who is a crossbowman, had the easiest assassination training among the few in the entire training process, and the dripping blood, with the body temperature of this bearded spearman of the Yan Army, dripped on Ermao's face
, extremely fishy and smelly, just like the feeling he, a butcher in Donglai, Qingzhou, would feel when cutting open the belly of a sheep.
A line of blood flowed from the bearded mouth. He looked at the short spear stuck in his lower body in disbelief. Only then did he realize what had happened. Suddenly, he roared: "Die!" And he
His figure was like a collapsed building, falling down like a mountain, and the spear raised in the air pierced Er Mao's head.
Er Mao endured the severe pain all over his body and rolled to the left. A few sharp stones, broken wood, or broken blades felt like a knife blade slicing across his waist and abdomen, which was so painful.
He almost screamed, but before he heard his own scream, he heard another rough roar. As a Donglai person, he could understand this sentence: "I will kill you!"
He immediately realized that it must be the last remaining spearman of the Yan Army, and a burst of anger suddenly arose in his heart: "I'll kill you first!"
This chapter has been completed!