Chapter 75 Success and spoils for Chen Tang Garrry
Chapter 75 Success and Trophies (Added update for Chen Tang Garrry)
Hu Biao didn't know how many punches he had received on his poor head in a very short period of time. He also didn't know how many kitchen knives he chopped at his opponent and which parts he hit.
Just when he felt that the world was spinning in his head and he was about to vomit, he grabbed the left hand of the white-armored soldier Tatar and let go. The other man actually pushed him away and stood up.
By the way, I also picked up the thick-backed sword.
However, after the Tatar stood up, he did not kill Hu Biao with a knife. Instead, he turned around and ran towards the war horse on one side.
It turned out that this Tatar, who had two long scars on his face and received many knives on his body, finally realized that he was afraid and now wanted to leave.
The problem is that by now, all the other Tatars have died in the battle.
Nowadays, most of the surviving netizens are all heading here to kill him. Where can he escape as he wishes?
Lang Qing, Singer and other archers opened their bows one after another, because the white-armored soldier had long lost his initial flexibility, and was immediately hit by four arrows.
One of the arrows was deflected by his fine armor, but there were two more arrows stuck in his body.
It's just that this guy has double armor on his body and has a strong defense against arrows. He actually doesn't even slow down his escape.
At this time, Lao Hei, who had thrown away his musket, finally arrived at this small battlefield and successfully stabbed the staggering white-armored soldier in the lower back.
But at this moment, the white-armored Tatar soldier was waving a thick-backed sword indiscriminately in his hand and still refused to fall to the ground.
Hu Biao, whose eyes were red from death, resisted the violent tumbling in his chest and abdomen, picked up the chicken wing wood gun shaft with the tip cut off, and smashed it crazily at the white-armored soldier's head.
Lao Hei, who had drawn his spear, and Xu Feng and other netizens who came to support him, stabbed each other with another spear.
In the end, the white-armored soldier fell to the ground with a throwing knife, an arrow, and three gun heads. At this point, this night attack ended with all nine people on the Tatar side being killed.
It's just that this night attack battle was calculated intentionally and unintentionally, but the result was so tragic.
Looking at the messy battlefield, many netizens who were bragging and spanking a few hours ago are now lying on the ground in a state of uncertainty.
Immediately, after reacting, many rookies collapsed on the ground and began to cry loudly.
This is a way to vent the current complex emotions of fear, excitement, and sadness.
Even Hu Biao, an old bird, seemed to have been drained of all his strength; he sat down on the ground amidst the clanging sound of his armor plates.
Then with a sound of "Wow~", he started to spit out a big mouthful.
After experiencing the battlefield of Kucha City that was like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, Hu Biao would not have vomited into such a mess because of the bloody scene in front of him.
But who told him that his head was so dizzy now that he was hit with a hammer by the white-armored Tatar soldier and had a concussion...
*******
Fortunately, Hu Biao's concussion was not too serious.
Anyway, he almost vomited all the contents of his stomach. After sitting slumped on the ground for about 10 minutes, the strong feeling of nausea, vomiting, and the urge to vomit gradually subsided.
Although I feel a little dizzy in my head, it doesn't affect my activities much.
After throwing the second cigarette butt on the ground, the unspeakable emotion in my heart also calmed down.
At this time, Lang Qing, covered in the blood of other netizens and Tatars, and with a complex emotion on his face, walked up to Hu Biao.
While Hu Biao could not slow down, Lang Qing and other veterans took action spontaneously.
He led the rookies to treat the wounded, clean the battlefield, count the loot, etc.; the efficiency was pretty good, and it seemed like the work should be over now.
This was indeed the case. Lang Qing first snatched the cigarettes and matches from Hu Biao's hand.
After lighting one for myself, he took one sip and smoked out a third of the sand cigarette. Then he started to speak, with an indescribable depression in his tone:
"The casualties have been counted. A total of three of us died.
When the two rookies rushed over, they were hit by arrows in the vital parts and died on the spot. Huya's head was smashed, and they didn't even need to be rescued.
Three people were also seriously injured, namely Jiutong, Twenty Thousand were injured by the White-armored Tatars, and Danggui was shot in the left eye.
Among them, after Fengrui's two-knife examination, it was suspected that Jiutong had a ruptured spleen and needed surgery to survive; however, no one had the skills to operate, so Jiutong was probably hopeless.
In addition, Yu Hanfeng was missing an ear, Huang Yizhi was cut on the head and other injured people.
However, these people have applied Yunnan Baiyao on their wounds, bandaged them, and taken some anti-inflammatory proprietary Chinese medicines, so they should be fine and not even have much impact on their combat effectiveness."
After hearing this, Hu Biao originally opened his mouth to say something, but after opening his mouth, he really didn't know what to say.
Damn it! What can I say?
The number of our side was three times that of our opponent, and we had the advantage of a sudden attack. However, the result was still like this, with such heavy casualties.
As the famous saying goes, only when the tide goes out can you tell who is not wearing pants.
The result of this night attack battle clearly showed the strength comparison between the two sides. Under such a real gap, there is really nothing to say.
Fortunately, after reporting the losses, Lang Qing talked about the gains this time.
That astonishing harvest immediately cheered up Hu Biao, and he felt that although tonight's effort was a bit harsh, it still seemed worth it.
Or to put it another way, Lang Qing is also speechless.
When reporting post-war statistics, this guy reports his own losses first; if he reported the results first, he wouldn't be so depressed, right?
"We killed a total of 9 Tatars. It's a pity that the one you stabbed to death a few days ago was cremated by the Tatars, otherwise he would have been beheaded for level 10.
However, if you hand over 9 real Tatar heads, it will be enough for you to upgrade to three levels.
Even counting it, there might be more.
These Tatars all had at least one piece of armor, and some had two pieces, and the Tatar white-armored soldier wore three pieces; so we captured four pieces of iron armor, three pieces of chain mail, and ten pieces of cotton armor.
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Among these cotton armors, almost all are inlaid with iron pieces, and their defensive power is quite good.
There are a lot of weapons such as tiger spears, waist knives, pick knives, broadswords, iron maces, axes, and daggers; there are fourteen bows, including ten horse bows, four foot bows, and twenty-four war horses.
In short, everyone in the team who is not dead can be replaced by a shotgun.
It can basically make a piece of armor, a war horse, and a serious long and short sword; although there is no way to have one bow and arrow per person, it is difficult for us to even find twenty archers who can make do with the bow."
After hearing the above, the only thought in Hu Biao's mind was not that my brother has become rich.
But after thinking of something, he cursed in his heart:
No wonder that white-armored soldier was so difficult to kill. He actually wore three pieces of armor. He wore a chainmail armor in the middle, a cotton-padded armor in the middle, and an iron armor on the outside.
Feeling hot?
The heat was definitely hot, even if the temperature at night was quite cool, it was very uncomfortable to wear three pieces of armor, but the Tatars were able to persevere.
Such caution, or habit, in enemy-occupied areas is really outrageous.
While Hu Biao was sighing, Lang Qing's report continued:
"That's right! Those Tatars also robbed six women, but only four were saved; two of them were tortured to death by the Tatars before we arrived.
They also stole three sheep, two cattle, eight mules and horses, some silk cloth, about a dozen taels of gold and gold ornaments, and more than 200 taels of silver.
There are also some meat and vegetables, a large bag of copper coins, some tents, fodder, rice and noodles, etc.
It's easy to say that other things, such as weapons and equipment, we can use most of them. What we can't use are some hard currency that can be sold for money.
The problem is that everyone is a little unsure, what are you going to do with those women?
You didn't notice just now that after the four women were rescued, if we hadn't stopped them, they would have beaten the Tatars' faces to pieces with stones. God knows how much they suffered."
Facing Lang Qing's question, Hu Biao instinctively raised his head and glanced at the sky.
I lit another cigarette out of habit and started thinking...
