Eight hundred and seventieth chapters change positions
Chapter 872: Changing positions
What I have to say is that the efficiency of the group of shadows downstairs is really high: in less than ten minutes, they emptied the pile of corpses in the stairway.
Suddenly, an open staircase appeared in front of them again.
However, this spacious stairway is no longer as clean as it was at the beginning - it is covered with minced meat and blood. It's just because the night is too dark, so no one can notice it.
But the smell of blood in the air is real.
However, at this time, the group of black figures downstairs did not care about the smell of blood in the air - while they were cleaning the stairway, there was a group of brave people who quietly moved the machetes in their hands and quietly
Touched it.
Of course Chen Hao had already noticed it.
Although he only rested for less than ten minutes, at this time, the fighting spirit soaring from his body was stronger than before.
With his yin-yang mystical physique, he is far better than ordinary people in terms of physical strength and endurance. What's more, the two sets of mystical medicine skills he has practiced can also replenish his body and endurance to a certain extent.
So that he would not be defeated due to lack of physical strength in the protracted battle.
"These days, there are so many people who are not afraid of death!" Chen Hao stood up, holding the two-foot machete in his hand again, and stood guard at the entrance of the stairs.
He just stared coldly at the dark figure that was about to rush up from downstairs.
At the same time, the look in his eyes was so cold and ruthless, how could there be any emotion at all?
——At this moment, in his opinion, the black figure rushing up from downstairs is already a dead person!
"Anyway, they are not afraid of death, so I have no reason to be merciful!" He just said to himself in his heart.
Immediately, the two-foot machete in his hand slipped quietly in the dark night, leaving behind a silver-white cold light, adding a bit of blood to the already weird and dark night.
Click!!!
The sword rises and falls!
Every time he raised his hand and made a move, he would definitely end the life of a black shadow.
And those black shadows that rushed in like swarms of locusts were like a piece of tofu in front of the machete in his hand, which was cut in half by the sharp machete in his hand.
Then, the black figures that were fatally struck by Chen Hao's sword were like rolling balls, smashing down the stair passage, causing those who were about to charge upwards to have to hurriedly pause and wait until they were found.
After getting a foothold, rush up again.
But just as Chen Hao was thinking: As these black shadows charged upward, they were no different from moths flying into the flames. They couldn't even touch the corners of Chen Hao's clothes, so they lost their lives.
Soon, the stairway was filled with corpses again.
At this point, the black shadows downstairs slowed down the buffer front.
Immediately afterwards, they began to deal with the corpses piled up on the stair passage again...
…
Chen Hao finally got another chance to breathe.
With such a good opportunity, he naturally had to sit down and breathe a sigh of relief so that his physical strength could be restored.
At the same time, he did not forget to throw away the machete in his hand, and then picked up another one.
——You must know that every knife he just cut was almost done with all his strength. And when the sharp blade struck the enemy's shoulder bone, it would inevitably be worn out by the dull knife. If he didn't hurry up.
If he changes it to another one, the machete in his hand will no longer be able to exert its initial sharpness, which will naturally affect his combat effectiveness.
But what surprised him was that this time, after he rested for half an hour, there was still no movement downstairs.
"Huh?" He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
Before, he had only rested for ten minutes before the black shadows swarmed downstairs, forcing him to fight with a knife.
At this moment, he had rested for half an hour, but there was still no movement from downstairs...
"It's weird!" He couldn't help but look back at the stairway. Although there was still a dark shadow there, he could only see a few corpses lying on the ground, but no living people at all.
shadow.
"Where are the people?"
"Could it be that they retreated?" But he quickly rejected this conjecture in his mind.
"No, they definitely didn't leave!"
For a moment, a rather ominous premonition came to his mind, prompting him to stand up immediately.
"Those guys must be doing something good!"
Out of years of professional sensitivity, after he stood up, he immediately walked around to the door and window near the stairway.
However, just as he opened the door and window and was about to poke his head out to observe the situation outside, an icy cold light struck his heart.
He couldn't help but shudder!
The sense of threat of death suddenly erupted from his body, causing every pore in his body to expand.
The crisis experience accumulated over the years told him that if he did not retreat immediately, his head would be like a watermelon that was exploded and torn apart.
"not good!"
Out of subconsciousness, he quickly took two steps back, then bent over and dodged backwards.
At this moment, an extremely sharp cold light came from the window.
This time, he finally saw it clearly.
It was a two-foot machete that was exactly the same as the machete in his hand!
Moreover, that machete seems to be sharper than the machete in his hand...
"Specially grandma's!"
He couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in his heart.
Just now, if he hadn't sensed something in advance and dodged backwards, then the machete coming from the window would have hit him directly in the face.
At the same time, an extremely powerful anger surged from his heart. In the next second, without thinking, he swung the machete in his hand and struck the arm that was leaning out of the window.
Click!!!
When the knife was raised and lowered, a stream of bright red blood was seen gushing upwards like a fountain. At the same time, the arm that had just come in from the window was cut off to the bone by the two-foot machete in Chen Hao's hand.
"ah!!!"
A scream like a slaughtering pig rang out in this eerie and strange night. No matter how you listen to it, it makes people feel creepy...
…
Chen Hao's premonition was finally confirmed.
Just now, after resting for half an hour, he found that no one had rushed up from the stairway, and he began to wonder what the dark figures downstairs were up to.
But now, after he cut off the arm that came in from the window with a knife, he immediately guessed the intentions of the group of black figures downstairs.
——They must have found some climbing tools and wanted to penetrate into the second floor through the windows around the villa.
"It seems that they are still sensible!"
In fact, those dark figures should have thought of this method long ago.
Since the stair passage is too narrow, only two or three people can move forward at a time. So, as long as Chen Hao stays at the stairway on the second floor, the people below will not be able to rush up, and naturally they will not be able to use the "strength in numbers"
"The advantages.
On the contrary, if the black figures downstairs can use climbing tools to rush to the second floor of the villa along the windows and balconies around the villa, then their personnel advantage can be brought into play.
Now, the group of shadows are using this method, using climbing tools, to swarm up to the second floor along the doors and windows on all sides of the villa...
——If Chen Hao really lets them all rush forward, then he will inevitably fall into a passive state immediately. He may even die as a result.
However, if he wants to block all the doors and windows on all sides of the villa, it seems a bit impossible - Chen Hao is only one person after all. He can guard the windows in the stairway, but he cannot guard the windows in the bedroom; he can guard the bedroom.
The windows inside may not be able to protect the wide balcony...
In desperation, he had to immediately abandon the "forward position" on the second floor, then turned around, climbed to the third floor along the stairway, and stayed at the stairway of the third floor.
He thought that the third floor of the villa was at least ten meters away from the ground on the first floor. Even if the group of shadows downstairs could climb up to the second floor with the help of climbing tools, they wouldn't be able to climb directly to the third floor, right? (Unfinished)