Chapter 121: Internal Response and External Cooperation
Chapter 121 Internal and external cooperation
"No~" It's just like the brothers in the modern world who are involved in emotional entanglements in those bloody palace dramas.
After watching the huge explosion, Fu Chaheng and the last few elites under his men were blown up like tatters.
The third-class Viscount of the Tatars shouted out this sentence with a painful expression and a sad heart.
By the way! When the three-eyed muskets in the hands of Xu Feng and others opened fire in unison, Bai Yin Tu, who also realized that he could not let his opponents take the opportunity to rush in, also rushed over with a group of his men.
It's just that compared to Fu Chaheng, his location at that time was a little further away.
As a result, I discovered that one of Niulu's last elite men was taken down by someone and almost completely destroyed. After a huge burst of heartache, this guy still wanted to continue to rush over.
Thinking of blocking all the opponents who rushed in, they were blocked outside.
By the way! Even now, this Tatar commander is still very clear in his thinking. He knows that they will have an advantage if they fight strictly guarding the camp.
But his personal guards did not dare to let their master take any risks.
The main reason is the explosive pack tactics used by Hu Biao and others, which is a terrifying fighting method that they have never been exposed to before entering the customs this time.
The ferocious result of killing a bunch of people at every turn no matter how much armor you wear, as long as you are approached, really makes them feel scared.
Faced with the power of such a terrorist attack, they really had no confidence that they could protect their master under such circumstances.
Immediately, with a unanimous understanding, they forcibly dragged the Baiyintu and retreated towards the position of the Chinese army flag behind.
Stay as far away from the front line as possible to prevent your master from being harmed by explosive charges.
Feeling that the guards were dragging him back, with a posture that spared no effort, Baiyintu could only change his mind; then at this moment, he saw Hu Biao, and Hu Biao also saw him.
Suddenly, Baiyintu finally knew who his opponent was tonight as they looked into each other's eyes as if they were real.
After feeling an inexplicable fear in his heart, Baiyintu became a little angry because he had learned the information about Brother Hu Biao from some captured people.
That was just a dozen days ago, and he was just an ordinary military household of the Ming Dynasty. What qualifications does such an ant-like figure have to scare him, a member of the Tatar clan?
He did not allow himself to be afraid of such a small person, and immediately shouted in his mouth:
"Ao Te, Ao Te! We must lead our men and drive these Ming troops out.
Then hold on to the camp, and as long as you wait until daybreak, these ragtag Nikans will be finished."
Under this order, Niulu'e Zhen'aote, the only one under his command, immediately called to the Tatars around him and quickly moved closer to him.
When twenty or thirty people gathered around him, he led his men to greet them and drive out Hu Biao and others who had just rushed in.
Then, Baiyintu roared at his personal guard commander:
"Hao Sheli, get me a hundred men on horseback, make a circle and block the retreat of these Nikans. I will let them all die here tonight."
The reason for issuing such an order was that Baiyin Tu had made a preliminary estimate of the strength comparison between the two sides in a very short period of time.
On the side of the Ming army, those who were passing through the intersection and rushing in looked like about 300 people. Although there were also shouts of killing from the other three directions, there were people faintly rushing over.
But up to now, the fighting that has taken place is not very fierce. It seems that it is just some diversionary feints. There are only 150 people in total.
In total, that's 450 people, and many of them don't even have serious armor or weapons.
On the contrary, even though they had killed more than a hundred people at the entrance, there were still more than 700 warriors with yellow flags in the entire camp.
The only drawback is that their force of more than 700 people is slightly spread out.
However, with their fighting power, they would never be able to defeat the Nikan people in front of them; so until now, this Tatar commander is still quite confident.
It was just at this time that something happened again in the camp...
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Fengrui and other people in the camp have been reluctant to take action. What are they waiting for? Of course they are waiting for the best opportunity to take action.
As for the best time to take action, when is it?
When the wild explosion sound of 7.2 kilograms of black powder explosives reached his ears, Fengrui realized one thing clearly:
Boy! That's it now.
When there was a Tatar guard guarding them about two meters away, his instinct was to turn his head and look in the direction of the explosion.
Fengrui suddenly rose up and rushed towards the Tatar; at the same time, he shouted: "Let's start, let's kill the Tatars together~"
After hearing the movement around him, the Tatar guard quickly turned around with his knife in hand.
But everything was too late. He was already close to his sharp edge. He held Tatar Guard's left thigh with both hands and pulled it down hard. His shoulders also pushed hard.
The move he used was exactly the one he learned to catch enemies when he was serving in the armed SPR team:
Hug his legs and throw him down.
Facts have proven that Enemy Capturing Fist has been widely promoted among relevant personnel in the modern dimension, and it also has some considerable practical value.
The Tatar guard swung his sword, but failed to cut down the sharp edge.
After losing his balance under his feet, he fell heavily to the ground.
At that time, after the back of his head was hit on the ground, the stars in his eyes had not completely dissipated. He looked at the sole of Fengrui's big foot, which was getting bigger and bigger before his eyes.
In the end, the Tatar's fragile throat was stomped three times by sharp force.
Holding his throat, the Tatar no longer had the slightest ability to move or fight back.
He could only look at Fengrui in horror, and picked up the long knife he dropped on the ground. With one blow, he chopped off several of his fingers and cut off his trachea.
Because when the knife was chopped down, Fengrui's hand used too much force, and blood was immediately splashed all over his face, and a lot of it flew into his mouth.
It's just that today's Fengrui is no longer the rookie who vomited at the top of Qiuci City in the last mission.
Especially under the current special circumstances, he even felt some indescribable pleasure, which had the taste of "aspirational and hungry, eating Huns meat, laughing and talking, thirsty for drinking the blood of Huns".
Then, the former armed SPR, with a bloody sword in his hand and a bloody face, turned to look around, planning to find his next opponent.
It's just that he couldn't find a target to attack in a short period of time and at close range.
Because he could see now that in less than seven or eight seconds when he killed a Tatar, the surrounding area was already in a fight.
All the people who had suppressed anger, hatred, and fear in their hearts for a long time were furiously fighting with the Tatars, in a completely exchanging life-for-life attitude.
On his left, only five or six meters away.
The spear in the hand of a Tatar had completely penetrated the stomach of a middle-aged man, with the sharp tip protruding from his back.
But the man held on to the barrel of the gun tightly, and even though he kept vomiting blood from his mouth, he wouldn't let the Tatar draw the weapon out.
Another fat man wearing a satin robe, who looked like a rich man, used his chubby arms to lock the Tatar's arms from behind.
During the stalemate between the three of them, the old man Jiang held a stone weighing six or seven kilograms in both hands and smashed it on the head of the Tatar holding the tiger spear.
Once, twice, three times.
The Tatar's head was smashed, his face was covered with blood, and his mouth was filled with screams of terror.
Even in the ensuing time, after old man Jiang was kicked to the ground by a Tatar, the dry old man still got up quickly regardless of the blood on the corner of his mouth.
He held the stone that refused to let go even when he fell, and continued to smash it. It was estimated that the Tartar's head would be completely smashed before he let go.
A little further away, a Tatar was lying on the ground, struggling wildly.
Because beside him, not only were two dead people lying, but there was also a woman lying on top of him, biting his throat.
No matter how hard the Tatar beat her, the woman refused to let go, and soon the two of them made less and less noise.
It seems that both of them have reached the last moment when their vitality is about to be cut off.
A little further away, the butcher Zhao, who had killed cattle and sheep for them, was holding a recently snatched short knife in his right hand, regardless of his newly chopped off left hand.
He thrust the knife into the gap in the Tatar armor in front of him.
When the dagger was drawn out, the blade was already covered in blood-red color.
In short, the Tatar guards, who only had fifty or sixty people, were overwhelmed by ten times more civilians in a very short period of time.
However, some Tatars who were guarding the left edge of the car formation did not dare to rush over for a while. They only dared to shoot arrows from a distance to kill the people, but they did not dare to rush over.
In the blink of an eye, all these Tatar guards will be dead.
In addition to the great fear, there was also strong doubt and confusion in the eyes of many Tatar guards before they died.
They really couldn't figure out why these docile people of Ming Dynasty, who were as weak as rabbits in their eyes, would break out into such ferocious battles.