Huang Yizhi, a fat man weighing more than 200 pounds, could no longer control the screams that kept coming from his ears, and the sharp 'kill' sound that almost broke his throat.
Now in his eyes, there was only a Tatar infantryman with a bow and arrow in his hand and no armor on his body.
It was this grandson who had just greeted him with an arrow aimed at his face.
The second before the opponent shot an arrow, he hurriedly turned his head to the side, taking some precautions in anticipation; then the arrow flew past him, almost grazing his temple.
He was lucky enough to escape, but he shot over an unlucky guy behind him.
He was not injured, but the movement and scene were really scary.
The Tatar infantry soldiers were also decisive, after hastily shooting an arrow.
Facing the people rushing towards him like crazy, knowing that it was too late to draw his bow, he already let go of the bow in his hand and let it fall.
While retreating, intending to approach the two companions who were five or six steps behind, he drew out a melee weapon such as a sword hanging from his waist.
But whether it should be said or not, Hu Biao and others rushed over like crazy, and Lang Qing and others kept firing their bows.
Although it caused chaos in his formation, it still had a considerable effect. The Yijia Tartars failed to successfully approach their companions in the first place.
Taking advantage of this moment, Huang Yizhi rushed within three meters of the lone infantry Tatar soldier.
After roaring the word "kill~" in his mouth, the vine shield in his left hand was guarded in front of him, and the long knife in his right hand was already stabbing at the target.
Unexpectedly, the Tatar did not hide in the face of this knife.
On the contrary, before Huang Yizhi stabbed out the knife, he had predicted it and took a step ahead. The waist knife was pointed at Huang Yizhi's head and struck directly.
During the rest period of the previous month, Huang Yizhi naturally practiced sword, shield and physical fitness every morning and evening whenever he had time.
But he still has some skills, and he is not a one-of-a-kind martial arts prodigy. Of course, such training will have an effect, but it is unlikely that he will have any completely different performance.
Under normal circumstances, he would not be an opponent of a professional bandit like the Tatars who have practiced martial arts since childhood.
In the flash of lightning, he had no time to lift the shield in his left hand; he gritted his teeth and simply refused to dodge, and continued to stab with the sharp tip of the long knife in his hand.
What he relied on was the shield in his hand, as well as the armor and helmet that Lang Qing temporarily lent him.
An instant later, Huang Yizhi's long knife stabbed directly through the opponent's neck, and the blood spurted out and splashed on the face of the fat man who was close by.
Almost at the same time, the Tatar's waist knife also hit him hard on the head, on the helmet that Lang Qing was said to have purchased with a lot of money.
Fortunately, it seems that Lang Qing was not deceived when he purchased the helmet.
In short, after this knife hit the helmet, in the loud "DUANG~", although the waist knife in the Tatar's hand broke into two pieces due to excessive force, he still failed to successfully split the helmet.
Unfortunately, Huang Yizhi's scalp suffered from severe pain at that time.
He sat down on the ground, and after a while, he felt a trail of warm blood flowing down from the middle of his forehead.
The blood mixed with the Tatars flowed into his mouth, which was wide open due to heavy breathing.
"Bah! This smells so bad~" After spitting blood-red saliva, Huang Yizhi cursed in his mouth, not knowing that he was scolding himself.
Anyway, under the current situation, he just wanted to curse something to vent the emotions in his heart...
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When Huang Yizhi was fighting the Tatar infantry, it was naturally impossible for the others to stop and let the two of them engage in a one-on-one duel.
In fact, a little later.
Another Tatar vest, another Yu Ding, and the two Tatars actually shouted loudly in their mouths; one of them was holding a big knife in his hand, and the other was waving a pick knife in his hand.
The two of them walked in tandem, one or two steps apart, and advanced forward instead of retreating to meet him.
It can be said that as long as Huang Yizhi is slumped on the ground now, more than two hundred kilograms will be handed over here.
The reason why this guy didn't die was because he had a mandarin shield in one hand and a sharp Qi family sword in the other. He had already led several netizens to kill him, making the two Tatars unable to care about them.
During the charge, Feng Ruiming's figure was obviously a little deeper and a little shallower.
That is to say, the height is constantly changing from 1.8 meters to 1.7 meters.
There was no way! While charging in such a dark environment, he accidentally sprained his ankle after stepping on a ball of horse manure. Now every step he took was in excruciating pain.
This is also the reason why Huang Yizhi, who originally charged alongside him, rushed into the camp a second or two earlier.
Fortunately, Fengrui endured the pain and charged, but also arrived at the critical moment.
When the Tatar Yu Ding, who was wielding a broadsword, was struck with a sword on his head, his sharp instinct was to raise his shield-holding left hand to block the fierce sword.
In Fengrui's original plan, after blocking the sword with his left hand, he would extend his shield with his right hand and slash the Qi sword from top to bottom, directly knocking the opponent to the ground.
Instead of using a little shield, it is a wrong operation method to just hack it out like this.
As a result, forward Rui thought clearly when he started, but in fact, with a loud metal collision, he twisted his left ankle and couldn't bear the strength.
When his left leg weakened, his whole body was cut into pieces by a knife and he sat on the ground. He happened to be sitting next to Huang Yizhi, who was still dizzy, and there was a scene of sitting in rows.
The other was a Tatar vest holding a pick knife. When he came up, the sharp blade only needed one sweep.
He was afraid that he could miraculously chop off two heads with one blow; such a situation actually occurred, and Fengrui almost died of depression at that time...
Faced with the two results in front of him, the Tatar soldiers with swords in armor naturally had no intention of letting go.
Fortunately, at this critical moment, a spear had already passed over Huang Yizhi's head and pierced into the ribs of another Yu Ding Tazi, who had hit the kite shield with the big knife in his hand, and the door was wide open after his arms bounced high.
This Tatar Yu Ding originally had a pair of iron-clad cotton armor, but because he had been too successful recently, he didn't wear it at all tonight due to carelessness.
Immediately, he was stabbed to death by this shot.
The person who made this beautiful shot was Yang Dongli, an old bird.
But before he could draw out the spear that had pierced his opponent's body, the Tatar soldier in horseback holding a sword had already given up his plan to kill the two sharpshooters.
In the flash of the sword, Lao Yang paid a heavy sum of 978 yuan to buy a long gun with a pewter pole that was guaranteed to be 100% authentic. The gun barrel was cut into two pieces.
A spear that was originally just over three meters tall turned into a wooden stick that was only over one meter tall.
Such a result occurred because, on the one hand, this soldier's knife was sharp enough and strong enough, and on the other hand, his sword skills were fast, urgent, and really powerful.
When the light of the sword flashed again and struck at him, Yang Dongli instinctively blocked it with a wooden stick, which turned into a short stick 60 to 70 centimeters long in each hand.
It's amazing that because of the knife, the end of the short stick is a bit pointed and can be used to stab people; but such a short length seems to be useless.
"Fuck~" Lao Yang cursed when he was extremely depressed.
You must know that after the horizontal sword and the blunderbuss he brought were all stripped away by the unscrupulous system, this long spear became his only weapon.
Now that it has become two short sticks, how about a woolen yarn?
But under the current situation, Lao Yang also burst out with ferocity.
Before the opponent's knife could be swung, he bumped into him and at the same time, he stabbed the bearded face with the sharp end of the short stick in his hand.
When the Tatar saw this, he dropped the too-long knife in his hand and stepped back. At the same time, he reached for a dagger at his waist.
When he just touched the handle of the dagger, Yang Dongli knocked it to the ground.
The moment they fell to the ground, the daggers and short sticks in their hands fell to the ground, and they immediately struggled with each other on the ground, like two wild beasts biting each other...
