Chapter 123 Melee (2) [Additional update with 500 monthly tickets]
In fact, similar to the extremely brutal battle here at AT, it also happened to many other people in the current fighting group.
Serious calculation shows that the actual combat effectiveness of the Ming Dynasty soldiers and civilians who were malnourished all year round was no match for the Tatars who had been polishing their bodies and practicing martial arts since childhood.
The reason why they keep fighting is nothing more than the courage to grit their teeth and fight hard.
There were other soldiers and civilians who risked their lives to assist, sacrificing one, two, or even more people to exchange for the lives of the Tatars.
For example: Old Snake held a tiger spear captured from a Tatar, held it in his hand like a PLA stabbing, and then confronted a Tatar in front of him.
The other party held the same tiger spear in his hand and was also wearing an iron armor.
The two of them were staring at each other, ready to look for an opportunity to stab each other; knowing that the winner would be determined after taking action, the two of them were very cautious now.
The difference is that at this point, Old Snake is still trying hard to remember the key points of practicing three defenses and one stabbing when he was trained to fight with bayonets.
The so-called three defenses, the three defenses refer to the stabbing to the left, the stabbing to the right, and the stabbing to the bottom. One stab is a thrust.
In fact, seriously speaking, there is no essential difference between the marksmanship that Hu Biao and his friends learned from the veterans in Kucha City in the past.
They are all simple but very practical moves that have been summed up by veterans who have experienced battles for a long time. They have used their precious experience in life and death.
But for the same moves, used by different people, the difference in power and speed is astonishing.
Suddenly, the old snake shouted the word "kill" in his mouth, and at the same time, the tiger gun in his hand was at full strength, stabbing the Tatar's throat.
It's a pity that Lao She's shot with all his strength was too slow to land in the opponent's eyes.
With a flick of the tiger spear in the Tatar's hand, he slapped the spear in the old snake's hand away, and then stepped back with his arms slightly, intending to stab the old snake with one shot.
When Old Snake stabbed the air with his spear, the door was wide open at this moment, and he couldn't even dodge.
As a result, just when the old snake thought that he was going to die soon, a spinning kitchen knife came over and hit the Tartar at the base of his neck.
It was a few steps away, when a common man saw that Old Snake Brother was in danger.
He immediately threw the kitchen knife in his hand this way.
After the kitchen knife hit the root of Tatar's neck, Tatar was immediately in severe pain, and the stabbing shot was delayed for a second or two.
It was in this moment or two that two lives appeared.
First, the old snake stabbed the Tatar in front of him with another shot.
Second, the commoner who threw the kitchen knife was stabbed to death by Yu Ding, a Tatar behind him.
Then, the old snake with red eyes drew out the tiger spear with blood dripping from the tip, and howled and killed Yu Ding, the Tatar who had just killed the people...
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"Fuck~" came out of the mouth of the 20-year-old top student singer who was studying in graduate school.
Just a second ago, he used a torch that a Tatar dropped on the ground to light a vegetable oil can in his hand, behind the cotton cloth that blocked the mouth of the can.
Prepare to rush towards a cart filled with fodder about twenty steps away.
There were more than twenty Tatars gathered there, and I don't know which bastard among them discovered their side. Many of them had the weakness of night blindness.
After extinguishing some torches and a bunch of bonfires around him, the light in that area immediately became dim.
When many civilians whose fighting ability was far inferior to theirs were attacking them, most of them were slow in their movements due to night blindness and were easily chopped down to the ground.
A small number of people without night blindness also died in the blink of an eye when they were outnumbered.
In a short period of time, more than twenty people were killed.
So the singer was going to light up the cart of fodder. It was a dry day, so he thought that as long as a can of burning rapeseed oil was put up, the place would be illuminated brightly.
The singer had just taken a step or two, and suddenly there was a sharp pain in the thigh of his left leg.
It was a sharp arrow that flew from nowhere and pierced his left leg directly. Although no bones were injured, a severe pain caused him to immediately kneel down on one knee.
On the ground.
The singer just cursed, and the burning vegetable oil in his hand was picked up by a square-faced commoner.
He also strode towards the cart loaded with fodder.
Unfortunately, after only two or three steps at most, the man fell down with an arrow in his chest. Fortunately, he protected the jar in his arms while he was falling down, and it was not exploded.
"Dad, the Tatars will pay back my father's life~"
Amidst such miserable screams, a young man who would have been a high school student in the modern world picked up the can and rushed out.
However, the Tatars over there had already noticed this place and shot another arrow.
The young man was wearing a rattan armor, which blocked the arrow for a moment before being shot through. The man with the arrow in his lower abdomen could only collapse to the ground in pain.
Upon seeing this, there was another middle-aged man behind the singer, and he rushed forward without saying a word.
After the singer grabbed the other party, he started to drink: "I have iron armor on me, help me up, you hide behind me and push me over~"
The middle-aged man was obviously stunned for a moment after hearing this, but then he gritted his teeth and followed the instructions.
So, in this corner of the battlefield where not many people paid attention, the singer dragged one leg and was pushed forward hard by someone behind him.
Before he picked up the jar on the ground, he was hit by two arrows.
When he rushed to the group of Tatars, which was only about ten steps away, he had four or five arrows stuck in his body. Thanks to the protection of his two pieces of armor, he was still alive.
But the wound that was pulled every time he moved was really painful.
Only soon did the singer realize that the real challenge was yet to come.
Seeing that the heavy armor on the singer's body could not be completely penetrated, a Tatar changed his mind and shot the jar in the singer's arms with one arrow.
The pottery pot made of clay was smashed to pieces on the spot under the impact of the sharp arrow.
It was filled with a can of vegetable oil, which even wetted the singer's chest, abdomen, and two trouser legs. The cotton was burned, and in the blink of an eye, this guy became a burning man.
Suddenly, the inhuman pain made the singer's soul tremble.
"Leave me alone, stay away~" he yelled, and then he yelled at the middle-aged man behind him who was trying to fight the flames on his body with his hands.
The flaming singer continued to rush towards the cart of fodder.
Finally, facing two sharp arrows, a long spear successfully approached, hugging a Tatar who was unable to dodge, and threw himself on the side of the forage truck.
Soon after, this huge flame illuminated almost half of the battlefield...
It must be admitted that if they only rely on their individual fighting power, among the people organized by Hu Biao and others, it can be said that none of them can be the opponent of the Tatars in one-on-one situations.
Including the most elite servants, they stayed up all night, and the same thing happened when they met the Tatars' vests and white armors.
In comparison, the average combat power between the two is a bit like the huge gap between rabbits and wolves.
But when Rabbit no longer even feared death, the Tatar side immediately fell into a hard fight; there was no possibility of supporting the Tatars on the left side of the camp.
But with a "whoosh", the knife flew and hit a Tatar right in the face.
Hu Biao quickly glanced around, hoping to know how the captured people were doing.
It is a pity that the chaotic battlefield is now full of people, and it is impossible to see clearly the situation of the captive civilians in the distance.
Immediately, Hu Biao cursed:
"What the hell! Fengrui, what on earth do Lao Yang and these people do~"
The main reason why they cursed like this is that five or six minutes have passed now, and more than half of their sniper personnel have been killed or injured.
If this casualty rate continues, within two to three minutes at most, this place will be completely unbearable.
But in my ears, there was still no sound of tapping on the keyboard of an old-fashioned typewriter.
This shows that not a hundred people have successfully escaped, and the last link of the system, the minimum completion standard, has not been completed.
If they can't stand it anymore, they're in trouble.
