Chapter 190 The trapped beast and the dead bear (6)
"I know~"
"Understood~"
The two voices in response to Hu Biao came from the mouths of two rookies, War Elephant and Military Soldier respectively.
At this moment, the two of them stood about one or two meters behind Hu Biao, constantly suppressing the Huns with their bows, arrows and crossbows.
The Huns had no choice but to attack too many people at once.
As a result, after hearing Hu Biao's request, based on the actual situation at the scene, the two people immediately responded with this sentence.
There is no way! Regardless of the veterans of the team, almost all of them are gathered here at the gate.
A group of veterans got rid of the two snipers, Lao Hei and the warehouse manager, and needed to suppress and kill the Huns who kept trying to climb over the wall.
Although there are still four veterans left, including Xu Feng, Corn, Yang Dongli, and Singer, they are currently not filling in the most difficult first line.
According to the tradition of Hu Biao and the others, the rookie would not be allowed to take over until the veteran is dead.
However, the above four veterans are currently ready to take over behind Ban Chao, Gan Ying and others. Even Yang Dongli has stepped over Ma San's fallen body and just filled in.
There is no doubt about Ban Chao's strength, and Gan Ying's skills are also quite powerful.
It's just that these people are not invincible either. At this point in the battle, it seems that only Ban Chao is in a slightly better situation.
Even Gan Ying, a good player, seemed to be struggling.
In desperation, the few veterans could only prepare to take over at any time to prevent the Huns from taking the opportunity to rush out.
So if Fengrui and Langqing can't hold it back later, relatively reliable rookies like martial soldiers and war elephants can just fill in and hold on.
The only good news is that as a large number of Huns continued to rush over and were killed, the piles of corpses on the ground became higher and higher.
It can be regarded as a flesh and blood wall in front of Hu Biao and others, slowing down the Huns' attack speed...
In such a big environment, the war elephant put down the bow in his hand and picked up the thick stick.
The soldier threw away his one-handed crossbow and replaced it with a homemade shield and long knife.
In short, after taking a deep breath, the two of them made plans to jump up immediately if Fengrui and Lang Qing fell down in front of them.
A little further back, the team leader and the lecturer looked at each other.
Although it was the action of installing a crossbow in his hand and shooting it out immediately, in his heart, he was also prepared to attack the elephant and the soldier immediately when they were exhausted.
Their preparation was not because they looked down upon the fighting abilities of the war elephant and warrior soldiers who were both rookies.
The main reason is that although these people at the back consume less physical energy than those on the front line, they also suffer fewer injuries.
But now, I still have the strength of six or seven points that I had in my heyday.
In such a state, facing an increasingly crazier opponent, even if he reaches the top, he will probably be able to hold on for one minute.
In fact, it may only last for thirty or forty seconds.
As for Ali, the white-haired girl, after hearing Hu Biao's shouts, she also hurried over to save people.
However, during such a running process, she was quite surprised by the heavy breathing coming from her mouth and nose.
But after thinking about it a little, I don’t think it’s so strange.
The main reason is that dragging these wounded people, who are like tin cans, is really too strenuous for a delicate girl like her.
Even in the past, she had paid great attention to strength and physical strength, and worked hard in these two aspects.
Over a period of time, her physical strength and strength have indeed improved significantly; but in this type of heavy physical activity, she is naturally at a disadvantage.
The question is, what can be done? Is it possible that the wounded will not take care of them even if they are dragging their feet?
Impossible, Hu Biao, that stubborn guy, only asked about the results, not the process.
Women are used as men, and men are used as big animals. For Hu Biao, it is just the most basic operation, so there is no need to be surprised...
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In the increasingly anxious battle, another thirty seconds passed.
That is to say, Ah Li dragged the white-collar AT, including the armor, which was slightly lighter than Huang Yizhi, but weighed close to 200 kilograms, to the rear position with great difficulty.
When he and Huang Yizhi were put together.
With a sound of 'Bah~', Fengrui, whose face had been covered with a wet cloth that had fallen off during the battle, spat at the opponent in front of him.
In fact, the wet cloth on his face didn't fall off. At this point, it seemed that it no longer had much effect.
Why? Because it has no filtering effect.
Because of the heat waves brought by the wind, it seemed to be even more scalding than when his hair dryer was turned on to the maximum. Therefore, the cloth that was originally wet was almost completely dried.
The only good thing was that they blocked the Huns inside the gate.
At present, the temperature around the body will only become hotter, and other conditions will become worse.
But it was precisely because of this that the Huns became even more crazy.
Even though the war had only started for a short period of time, countless Huns had already died in his sharp hands, and they still rushed forward crazily.
Even compared to when the war started, he was even more crazy during the battle.
Therefore, an action like spitting is not a rogue method only used by children because of a sharp blow.
It's really because at the moment, he simply can't afford it.
Just a second or two ago, a Huns with half of his eyebrows burned off rushed over with a big knife in both hands and struck him with a blow.
Although the slashing knife was blocked by a kite shield in his hand.
But this guy, whose eyebrows were half burned off by the flames, refused to take even half a step back so that he could slash at him again with his machete.
Or rather, it was the only thought left in his mind.
Just move forward, keep moving forward, and rush out no matter what.
Because at this time, the tops of the lush branches and leaves of the big trees in the yard have been ignited by the fire spreading in the strong wind.
Although it will probably take a minute or two before the entire tree is completely ignited.
But from time to time, burning branches fell from overhead, making the situation of the Huns in the yard even worse.
There should be more than a hundred Huns left in the courtyard now.
In the countdown to death that is visible to the naked eye, they have almost lost any sense of reason and have all turned into the most ferocious terminal beasts.
They didn't even have to hide in the crowd. A guy wearing a silk robe full of holes, who was obviously the envoy of the Huns envoy, urged them loudly.
Everyone rushed towards the gate like crazy, even to the point of not caring about casualties in order to rush out.
This Huns wielding a broadsword, even if he slashed with the sword and was blocked by Sharp, he still held the handle with one hand and pushed the back of the sword with the other.
The whole person was like a wild bull with red eyes, pressing down on him.
Trying to use brute force to push away the sharp edge in front of him, and then rush out a way that represents life.
Fengrui, who was blocking the door, naturally couldn't let this guy get what he wanted. After throwing away the long knife in his left hand, he pushed his hands on the shield and kicked his legs to the ground.
For a moment, because Lang Qing and Hu Biao on the left and right were fighting with another opponent, they actually couldn't care about him.
So the two of them started wrestling like two old cows.
If it was just like this, it would be nothing, but soon Fengrui was horrified to discover that due to the intense consumption and massive blood loss from the wounds.
As a tall man like me, who is 1.8 meters tall, I can't stand up to the opponent in front of me, who is almost a head shorter.
Under the opponent's frantic pushing, one of the hind legs he was supporting was now trembling a little, and it seemed that he would soon be unable to withstand it.
In anger, his hands were sharpened and he spat out.
PS: There is a power outage. These chapters were written in a hurry. Please point out any typos...
