When Hu Biao rushed to the Liao general, the two sides were only seven or eight steps away.
In fact, at this time, there were three ordinary Liao soldiers standing in front of him; in addition, there were six mink-hat personal guards protecting the Liao soldier general.
Even the commander-in-chief of the Liao soldiers had a sharp scimitar in his hand and was ready to fight. He looked very capable at first glance.
However, at this time, AT, along with a rookie like Old Fart, also stabbed diagonally from the left and joined Hu Biao.
Finally, a three-person battle formation was formed so that Hu Biao no longer had to fight alone.
Although the rest of the team and Yue Fei and others could not rush to such a close position, they were still fighting desperately at this moment, preventing the Liao soldiers around them from coming to support them.
Therefore, the number of Liao soldiers in front of him was still much larger than that of his three-person small battle formation; but thinking about the support of Lao Hei and warehouse management who were like "snipers" behind him, Hu Biao thought it was still quite exciting.
Already.
Hu Biao's mood immediately became excited.
But what he didn't know was that he shouldn't put too much hope in bow and arrow support.
Because fifty or sixty meters behind them, the warehouse manager who had just shot the key arrow that freed Hu Biao from the embarrassing situation pulled out another arrow from the half-empty quiver at his waist.
Put the arrow tail with feathers on the bowstring again.
Not only can you clearly see that the fingertips of this guy's right hand are covered in blood.
In the following time, I endured the severe pain in my fingers, gritted my teeth and pulled the bow string. After I pulled the bow string a little, my right arm began to tremble violently.
In the end, with a bitter look on his face, the warehouse manager could only loosen the bowstring and let a light arrow fly several meters before landing on the ground.
From the beginning of the war until now, this middle-aged greasy man has finally become completely weak.
Of course, this does not mean that the warehouse manager is not good; you must know that out of twenty arrows per pot, the warehouse manager has already shot three pots empty, and now almost half of the fourth pot has been shot.
The basic requirement for participating in the Tang Dynasty martial arts competition, a high-end selection, is to be able to shoot sixty arrows in a row with a walking bow.
So, this guy Hu Cangguan can shoot so many arrows.
The sharp arrows with all the bowstrings fully drawn are already quite excellent.
But even so, it doesn't mean that the excellent warehouse manager can rest now. He used his left hand that felt slightly better to pull out a simple knife for self-defense.
With a very intentional tone in his mouth, he shouted loudly:
"Old Hei, you are younger. The most important thing is that you are not married and don't even have a girlfriend, so you have better physical strength and stronger hands. The rest is up to you to support Hu Biao in his desperate attack."
After saying that, he held the knife in his left hand, took three or four steps forward, and started slashing hard.
Because now, the defense line composed of corn and singers is becoming more and more difficult to resist when the Liao soldiers rush forward and intend to cut down the battle flag.
Although the warehouse manager's melee combat ability is a bit poor, it is still a strength, isn't it?
After hearing the warehouse manager's instructions, Lao Hei almost cursed.
Damn! No matter how good my physical strength is, after shooting at least seventy or eighty arrows, my right hand still has no strength at all.
Besides, I'm single and my right hand is very strong, so I'm going to take advantage of your warehouse manager.
Can I be blamed for the fact that I paid for the public food and became too weak?
However, he complained in his heart, but Lao Hei gritted his teeth and shot another arrow, knocking a Liao soldier who was howling towards Hu Biao directly to the ground...
At the same time, he was seventy or eighty meters away from the battlefield.
The white-haired girl Ali had already torn off her helmet and the rubber band she used to hold up her hair.
Letting her snow-white hair fly in the wind, she used her loudest voice and the fullest emotion to hold up a tin trumpet of the same model as Hu Biao's and sang loudly:
"The north wind blows, the snowflakes float..."
It's been like this for a while, why does this girl have to sing like this, doesn't she have to be embarrassed? Of course she is embarrassed, Ali almost embarrassed herself to death at this time, the problem is that now she really has nothing else to do
There's a solution.
Since she ran here, whether it was begging, presenting facts, or reasoning.
The defeated troops in front of them all just put their hands in front of their faces, without even looking this way, but they continued to move forward.
Most of the personnel seemed to have exhausted all their fighting courage and even their energy and energy due to previous consecutive defeats and fleeing.
So much so that now each one of them looks like some walking zombies who only run away instinctively.
There were still a small number of people who originally seemed to want to participate in the battle, but after thinking of something in their minds, they continued to run.
In short, none of the defeated troops turned around and joined the battle as Ali expected.
Under the great desolation in her heart, Ali could only make a move like this with a little hope, hoping to inspire a small number of people to have the courage to fight in their hearts.
However, just like the Han army in the past dispersed the army of Chu Overlord Xiang Yu with just one night of Chu songs; in the midst of Ali's singing, something happened that surprised even this white-haired girl.
A group of fleeing troops were fleeing, and their footsteps were getting slower and slower.
Finally, a man with a square face and a Western Army uniform stopped completely. After spitting out a large mouthful of saliva, he started to drink loudly:
"You damn bitch, why is this settlement so frustrating? If you want to run away, you run away, but I won't run away anyway.
Isn't the concern in the hearts of you fellow birds just because these brave warriors from Xuan Ge Camp killed some generals in the Western Army and offended many people to death?
These guys were seeking death for themselves and could not blame others, so their death would be in vain.
Brothers in the third capital, listen to the order, follow me to kill Liao dogs now, they are all men with eggs, even if they die, they must die standing~"
In the midst of his shouting, only twenty or thirty people stopped at first. After complicated expressions flashed across their faces, they finally turned around and followed their heads towards the battlefield not far away.
And go.
Such an action by them also triggered more chain reactions in the future.
But after they set off, more and more defeated troops joined their ranks; finally, in Ali's tearful eyes, he saw about two thousand defeated troops inside and outside the forest, all heading towards the battlefield together.
****
When the Western Army leader turned around and led his soldiers towards the battlefield.
The battle between Hu Biao and others has also entered the most intense and critical moment.
He had never thought that the Liao army commander would be so decisive, after seeing that his subordinates around him were being held back by Yang Dongli and others, and could not support him in a short period of time.
Without waiting, Hu Biao, AT, and Smelly Laofi formed a battle formation and rushed forward to kill more of his men, eventually becoming a polished general.
After shouting something in his mouth, he and the rest of his subordinates took the initiative to greet him.
Upon seeing this, AT's eyes lit up, and the shield in his hand was spun and thrown out.
Before a guard in a mink hat could react, he was hit right on the bridge of his face. With his nose bone shattered, the guard covered his face and squatted down.
Suddenly, most of the body of the Liao army commander behind him was exposed.
Without even thinking about it at the time, Hu Biao let go of the gun barrel with his left hand and pointed a flying knife at the empty space in front of him.
The scene where Hu Biao had killed several people in succession with his flying knife had already caught Da Bo's eye.
He had already been on guard. The guard in front of him squatted down. The moment Hu Biao released the gun with his left hand, he had already blocked the shield tied to his right arm directly in front of his head.
But what Dabo didn't expect was that the shield in his hand, soaked in tung oil and woven with rattan after repeated drying, could prevent sharp arrows from the walking bow, but now it couldn't even block a flying knife.
The vines were flying, and before Dabo could react, a flying knife with green light pierced his forehead deeply.
At least it's the kind that penetrates twelve or three centimeters, leaving only a little bit of the flying knife handle at the back.
The next second later, the Bohai nobleman, whose brains had been shattered, looked up and fell down, his whole body completely lost his life.
After seeing such a scene, both AT and the smelly old fart became ecstatic.
The difference is that AT, an old bird, immediately shouted: "General Liao is dead, General Liao is dead, why don't you put down your weapons quickly~"
After the smelly old fart took a step slower, he originally planned to shout like this, but suddenly he thought of something and cursed Hu Biao:
"I told you that when you throw the throwing knife, there is always something wrong in my heart.
Damn it! In the modern dimension, those things like stabbing me with flying knives and throwing rocks at me and Afen were all done by you, right? I will **** you..."
